A grain of sand of the times, pressed on everyone, is a mountain. The initiation of war is not something that ordinary people can decide by their own preferences.
Ordinary people suffer the most, and the war destroys their peaceful lives, forces the families who were originally together, and even deprives them of their only life. People can only be in the waves of life, with the wind drifting.
In a harmonious society, the value of the individual can be brought into full play, life and personality can be fully respected, and in chaotic times, as long as you can survive, it is the greatest luxury.
Therefore, we never pay lip service to the yearning for peace. The pain of the past makes the Chinese people love peace from the bottom of their hearts and demand peace.
The city of Nanjing was scattered and fled
In October 1937, the city of Nanjing was captured. This ancient city with a long history and deep culture was rudely buckled open by the iron hooves of modern weapons, and the tall walls that were constantly thickened did not stop the Japanese soldiers from advancing.
When this group of clothed beasts rushed into the city, the rich and gentle countryside that was originally Wu Nong's soft language became a purgatory on earth in just a few days.
The first to face death were the troops guarding the city, who thought they could survive if they laid down their weapons.
Soldiers don't know that each class has its own position and role. To tie your hands means to betray, to lose your weapon, to lose your dependence, to lose the possibility of resistance, and to lose the hope of your own survival.
They did not fall, and on the battlefield of the charge, their precious lives were not exchanged for peace. Instead, they were easily slaughtered by the enemy, like chopping melons and cutting vegetables.
Perhaps it was the blood that inspired the Japanese to be beastly in their hearts, and with it came even larger massacres. If it is said that the two armies are facing each other and the casualties on the battlefield are inevitable, then raising the butcher's knife against the people reflects the lack of a country's army and the bottom line of the people.
This is a scene that can be recorded in the annals of world history, it is Chinese mind, eternal pain, it is a mistake that can never be forgiven.
The Japanese army arbitrarily broke into the homes of ordinary people, robbed them of their wealth, insulted women, and killed the elderly and children.
300,000 people! 300,000 Chinese! Thus he lost his life, the whole city of Nanjing, but 65 people survived. The escape experience of these 65 people can all be filmed in a movie with a climax.
Thank them, they are living history books, recorders of movement, because of their existence, all the evils that took place in Nanjing, became an unshirkable, unconcealable fact.
Disguise yourself to avoid slaughter
Of the 65 people, there was a man named Tang Shunshan, who lived in poverty at that time, and he could only enter the shoemaker's shop as an apprentice.
In the small shoemaker's shop, the warmest friendship flows, the master is kind, the master and brother have love, although it is not easy to survive, but under the protection of everyone, Tang Shunshan still retains, innocence and curiosity.
The shoe shop was located in a small alley in Nanjing, and after hearing the news of the Japanese attacking the city gate, the two brothers felt that the situation was not good.
They immediately made a decision, removed the door, and filled it with bricks. From a distance, it looks like a wall without gaps. The Japanese army patrolled back and forth without thinking too much.
A thin wall that cuts across two worlds. The people inside the wall were trembling, and they didn't even dare to breathe heavily, as if any movement would be detected by the outside world. But the good guys can survive, and there is no danger for the time being.
Outside the walls, the flames soared into the sky, and the wailing and wailing came and went, and even the smell of blood floated in the air. At that time, Tang Shunshan was too young, too young to know the fear of death.
Before the Japanese, it was just a word he heard frequently, and he didn't know what they looked like, but he heard that it was basically the same as Chinese. He was curious, obviously yellow-skinned, black-haired, and behaved very differently, and he wanted to see it.
The youth kept pleading, his own brother, the master brother looked at Tang Shunshan like his own relatives. Even though they knew that the danger was heavy, they gritted their teeth and agreed to his request, and they gently removed the bricks, and Tang Shunshan officially stepped into hell.
Rare survivors
Just out of the streets, Tang Shunshan regretted it. He was shocked by what he saw, and his familiar face fell to the side of the road covered in blood. They were pale- and their eyes were wide open, their eyes were terrified, and the streets were littered with the bodies of those who had left.
In the distance, Japanese soldiers with weapons patrolled the streets with great might, and Tang Shunshan hurriedly hid in a nearby garbage can.
On empty streets, any small action will be detected. Tang Shunshan was discovered, and under the threat of bayonets, he was driven into the ranks of hundreds of people.
The gang was taken to a huge, huge pit, a big black and naked pit that was about to devour everyone's life, and this was their burial place.
Ordinary Chinese people have become the toys of the cruel games of Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers, in pairs of twos, one with a bayonet in his hand, cut off one head after another, and one stood aside, collecting the rolling heads. They are in a race, more than who kills people.
Tang Shunshan, standing at the very periphery of the line, watched all this, trembling all over his body, surrounded by the muzzle of the black hole hole, and there was no place to escape.
There were fewer and fewer people around, and the smell of blood was getting heavier. After a while, several Japanese soldiers, as if they were impatient with such a way.
Turning beheading into a throat slit, a thin blade that easily cuts the throat of others. The person standing in front of Tang Shunshan's body, the blood gushed out instantly, and when he fell into the pit, he took the young man behind him and rolled down together, and the Japanese army that was busy with the end did not find anything unusual.
This may be an opportunity, the instinct to survive, bursting with unprecedented strength. The shoes of the Japanese army passed in front of him again and again.
In order to prevent anyone from surviving, he kept stabbing at the corpse in the pit with a bayonet, and Tang Shunshan was stabbed five times in his body, but he did not dare to move until the Japanese army roared away.
epilogue
The master brother has been relieved, his own little brother. After seeing that Tang Shunshan had been captured, he quietly followed until the Japanese army went far away and quickly pulled the little master out of the pit.
Tang Shunshan still had a weak breath, and under constant treatment, he finally snatched a life from the hands of the God of Death.
He became the only lucky person in the whole group, but is such luck really lucky? All people don't have to die, they can have a better future.
So we have to keep learning history. Remembering history is not about hating, but about avoiding the same tragedies. After these things, we clearly know that having the strength to protect ourselves is the cornerstone of not being invaded by others, in order to have a stable environment.