【Gao Gui】The Glorious Years

1945.5 Sakata Gintoki

Only Duo Chuan, an idiot, would think that the greasy and crooked relationship between Takasugi and Wig is "friendship".No wonder every time when Yamazaki appeared on Kawasaki, he blushed like a monkey's butt and fidgeted and fidgeted, he would seriously say stupid things like "Yamazaki, you don't have to hold it in such pain, you still have to poop".This guy is so stern, if he finds out that there are men in the world who have feelings for men, he will be overturned to the point where he doesn't even know mayonnaise.

Duo Chuan this person is really funny, he has such a rough nerve, and he is so bullish all day long that he doesn't take me, Ah Yin, seriously.If there's any fun to be had in a dull defensive game, it's his nose smoking with rage.I won't tell him that since old man Matsudaira tied us together, my principle of doing things is to fight against him.But doing so can sometimes hurt both sides, such as the day I pretended to accidentally knock all his tobacco in a puddle, and all the sugar evaporated.It is really hard to fight wits and courage with him in addition to fighting.Every night, as long as there is no night attack, Ah Yin and I are as tired as a dead dog and paralyzed in the foxhole, exhausted both mentally and physically.Too many strings are not much better, I often fall asleep, and I am tortured by smoking addiction in my dream.The logistics can no longer supply more tobacco. After all, even food is starting to be in short supply in May.

Everything has been different since May.

Okinawa is hot and humid during the rainy season, and more and more dead people were killed. At first, civilians were responsible for burying them, but now the speed of burying corpses has gradually been unable to keep up with the speed of soldiers dying in battle.The situation was getting worse and worse. The smell of rain and soil, coupled with the stench of corpses, tortured our sense of smell and sanity all the time.The news of the fall of Cone Mountain and Suribachi Mountain came one after another. Some people began to collapse. The younger ones hugged their knees and cried silently at night, and the more irritable ones began to roar without any warning, and even raised their rifles at the The direction of the U.S. camp was strafed.

"You fucking die!" Duo Chuan threw down a young man who lost control of his emotions and shot indiscriminately, his facial features were distorted in anger, "If you die, others will die, and these brats will die!" He pointed angrily Looking at those Okinawa teenagers who temporarily recruited, their small faces were full of astonishment and horror.

He took the rifle from the man's hand and threw it to me: "Sakata, take good care of this thing, and give it to him after he's gone mad."

This time I didn't confront him.I took the gun and sat back numbly in the narrow hole.

The man's sudden burst of howling beat everyone's heart in the dark rainy night.

"Why is this! It shouldn't be like this!"

"When will it end! When will it end! There will be no victory at all, will there be?"

No one answered.Who can answer.

When the chaos happened, the wig was undoing Takasugi's bandages.The gunshots and cries made the wig stop its movements, and Gao Sugi's missing left eye was exposed to the light of the flashlight, dry and terrifying.After a long time, the wig realized his lack of focus, and said sorry to Takasugi apologetically, and then changed to dry gauze to wrap it round and round for him.

"The rainy season is so humid, does the wound hurt?" He asked worriedly.

Takasugi shook his head.

"You won't tell me if you're in pain." The wig sighed.

After hesitating for a moment, the wig asked again: "Jin Zhu, why did you apply for the draft? We are obviously not Okinawans, and we also oppose war..."

Takasugi didn't answer immediately, for a moment he seemed to show a confused expression, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Who knows, childish heroic dream."

"I like Okinawa. The year I came out with you is the happiest year I've grown up, and I've made it my home."

"I also like Tokyo, but... everyone who cares is against us. Okinawa is different. We don't need to care about other things here. I feel very free."

"So, maybe I really want to protect it... isn't it a bit stupid?" After finishing speaking, Gao Shan rarely showed a little embarrassed expression, and he became less like the usual sharp-edged him.

The wig looked left and right, and suddenly leaned over to kiss Takasugi on the cheek, and then sat back on the spot as if nothing had happened.

"Not stupid at all. That's why I love you."

The rain didn't stop all night, my ears were filled with suppressed sobs and painful groans of the wounded, but my heart was unbelievably calmer.I was somehow moved by the eccentric young lovers.I suddenly had some vague hopes, for Okinawa, for this battle.

to tomorrow.

There can't be only one side unlucky in a war, and in a little nighttime assault our side got caught up with a few Yankees, one of whom seemed to be the company commander.Originally, he wanted to be killed directly, but Songping meant that he might be able to draw out some battle plans, or take it as a hostage, so he kept alive for the time being.Those are also young people in their 30s and [-]s, and the fatigue accumulated over time in their brows and eyes is no different from us.

Captured Americans became the most miserable doormats in the camps.The frustration of repeated defeats made the soldiers increasingly rough. They tried every means to find fault. Anyway, they could not speak the language, and even the high-sounding communication could be avoided.

When someone grabbed and kicked an American soldier who seemed to be the youngest, someone sternly stopped him.

"You can't torture prisoners, they've already surrendered. You'll be court-martialed."

The one who spoke was a boy wearing glasses, thin and small, obviously underage.

I know him, his sister is a beautiful nurse, and every time she helps the wounded, she can attract a lot of hungry eyes.Women in the army are rare diamonds. In the eyes of life and death desperadoes, they reflect an infinitely attractive luster from head to toe, and are worth anything in exchange.

"Little devil, are you out of your mind? If it weren't for these Yankees, how would we need to suffer so much? Are you Japanese?" Many people angrily accused the child.

He seemed a little scared, but he still forced himself to say calmly: "But they are prisoners of war now..."

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the American soldier fell on the mud floor before he could make a sound. Thick plasma gurgled out from under him and blossomed into a bright red flower.

"He's not a prisoner of war now." A shirtless man put away the barrel of his gun, raised his head and said viciously to the child.

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief, and soon tears of anger welled up.

The remaining Americans covered their faces in pain, knowing they no longer had any extra power.

Dokusa and I finally declared that any act of taking the lives of prisoners without authorization is prohibited, but we can't just stop our own people from bullying the Yankees.Infighting is dangerous (of course, the fight between me and Duochuan doesn't count).We have each led a year of soldiers, and we know this truth well.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, the army returned to tranquility, people fell asleep one after another, and the child wearing glasses sat curled up in a ball with his head down, wondering if he was crying.

"What's your name?" Wig's voice.

"Shinpachi." The child replied feebly.

"Sleep, Shinpachi. You're not wrong. It's not your fault."

The voice of the wig is gentle and calm, with a calming power.The boy gave a muffled "um" and lay down, still curled up into a small ball, looking lonely and pitiful.

Takasugi hugged the shoulder of the wig, looking at the dark night sky in the distance.

There are no half stars in the sky.Today, the sun still won't rise.

The Americans who had been stripped of their ponchos had been drenched in the rain all day, and with fists and kicks at each other from time to time, they were ashen-faced.The moment we ate was another torment for them, and those blue eyes, written with eagerness and fear at the same time, were indeed somewhat bleak.The boy named Shinpachi buried his head in his rations, occasionally raised his eyes to peek at the Americans, and then immediately lowered his head—he no longer dared to act rashly and put the captives in a worse situation.And the wig obviously couldn't turn a blind eye to the desolation, so he grabbed a few biscuits and handed them over in full view, without any cover-up.The wig has a calm demeanor, even if it is foolish and arrogant, it will give people the illusion that "it is natural to forgive him".It's a really weird quality.But it is precisely because of this trait that he cannot be hated.He gave Americans biscuits, and no one blamed him.

Of course, not everyone is subdued by the aura of the wig, some just covet his appearance that is too beautiful for a man.You'll often find people pointing lewdly as the wig passes by. "Fuck, **** is prettier than women." "That one-eyed one is cheap."

But they also only whisper so behind their backs.Every time Takasugi was present, who would keep his mouth shut and dare not take a second look at the wig.

When the wig-haired savior rewarded the Americans with food, Shinpachi looked at him almost adoringly, and then cheered up inexplicably.I know he likes wigs, everybody likes wigs, even this monster.Am I too?I gave him a small bottle of the condensed milk that I handed over from the Americans earlier, and I was so shocked that my jaw almost dropped.Well, if the jaw is really dislocated, it must be funny to look so hard, and it is worthwhile for me to contribute a hundred sticks of condensed milk.

The condensed milk given to the wig turned around and he gave it to Takasugi.The wig was like a little pug asking for credit, which caused Lao Tzu to be slashed by the remaining eye of Takasugi for an unknown number of times.I fucking want to slap my own ears.What the hell am I doing? ?

Speaking of it, Shinpachi is also very funny, he looks like a good student, but he is always obsessed with pictures of a little female singer when he has nothing to do.I asked him if he would think about that girl and masturbate at night, but his dear old sister overheard her, and smashed a big lump on my head with the medicine box, and it took several days for it to go away.

Of course, the one who likes wigs the most is the captive who was given mercy.The American who seemed to be the company commander nodded gratefully, saying thank you over and over again.The wig asked them if they wanted some water, and they were shocked to find that the cute Japanese soldier could speak English, and they were even more overjoyed.The wig has since become their Jesus, and only when Americans see him will they show a sincere smile.They started talking to him about things other than the war.Teacher Songyang taught me a little English before, so I can still understand some simple conversations.

Once the American company commander showed Wig a delicate pocket watch with a photo of a little blond girl embedded inside the cover. "My daughter," he told Wig proudly.

"It's so beautiful. It must look like my mother." The wig teased with a smile.

Americans laugh too. "How old are you?" he asked the wig.

"eighteen."

"Same as my brother. You are both handsome and brave."

When the wig communicated with the Americans, I felt like I was in a trance like a dream, and suddenly I couldn't figure out whether this war really existed.This happy and friendly situation makes people feel a little helpless.

Sometimes I also gossiped to observe Takasugi's expression.It's rare for this guy not to have a sullen face, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, what is burning in his eyes?The flame of love?

Really gross.

Regrettably, the strangely warm scene didn't last long before being interrupted by Matsudaira, who was contemplating the commander's next strategy with Kondo at the time.Matsudaira looked thoughtfully at the wig chatting with the Americans, and his brows that were originally frowning gradually relaxed a little. "Gui Xiaotaro, come here." He waved to the wig.

The wig walked obediently to Songping, his expression was still leisurely, and I couldn't help guessing that the concept of "uneasy" might not exist in his brain.But Takasugi suddenly showed a little alert look, he put down the dry food in his hand, and watched the direction of the wig vigilantly.

"Ask that foreigner if you have any secrets about the army that you can tell me." Songping's tone was rare and kind.

Wig looked back at the American company commander, thought for a while and said, "I don't think he will tell you."

I have the same opinion as the wig, but his candor obviously surprised everyone, and even Kondo couldn't help but change his face.The corners of Songping's raised lips froze suddenly.He squinted his eyes slightly and looked up and down the wig's face, his eyes were unpredictable.

"Then, go and invite the company commander for me." He said coldly.

My previous guess was wrong, and the wig is still disturbing.He hesitated, murmuring as if he wanted to say something.

"Be obedient." Songping's voice became more and more gloomy.

The wig looked at Takasugi in bewilderment, and Takasugi nodded without choice.I think it's the only way I can do it.I had roughly guessed Matsudaira's plan, and that plan was definitely something the wig would resist.

The wig conveyed Matsudaira's meaning to the American with a serious face, and the American smiled sadly and said, "There will always be this moment, child, you can't stop it. Please tell your boss, I don't know any secrets, very I'm sorry." The wig froze and didn't know what to do, he was not an idiot, and an idiot also knew that this answer would not bring good fruit to the prisoners of war.

Songping lost his patience, picked up the saber and walked over quickly, pushing the wig aside.Shinpachi was so nervous that the boundary between his eyebrows and eyes almost disappeared, his small face wrinkled together.Takasugi stood up, and I quickly stretched out an arm to shield him, and I said to him, "If you don't want to make things worse, you'd better not move." He didn't even look at me, just stared at the wig.Fortunately, he was not deaf and did not make the next move.

Song Ping put his face in front of the American soldiers, and looked at each face carefully. He deliberately slowed down his movements until the unconcealable panic gradually overflowed from the eyes of the Americans.Not only panic, but also some grief and hatred.They must have heard of the cruelty of the Japanese army. This cruelty is exactly Director Matsudaira. Even if we are in the same camp, Tokusa and I are three points in fear of him, not to mention these enemies who should have been ghosts under the sword long ago. army.Matsudaira's gaze was fixed on a U.S. Army man shaking like chaff. "Kondo, come here and hold him down for me." He said with a half-smile, without taking his eyes off the American soldier.

"Help me, Sam. Help me." The man was on the verge of tears, begging the company commander desperately.

The company commander looked at his subordinates in pain, but all he could say was sorry.

sorry.sorry.sorry.He repeated it over and over.sorry.

His eyes filled with tears.

Matsudaira raised his saber.The wig turned his face away.And Shinpachi next to me let out a piercing cry.

The childish screams of the boys almost pierced my eardrums.I think this should be the first time he witnessed a severed head.

Finally, Matsudaira pinched the chin of the wig, and turned the beautiful face to himself.He said to the wig word by word, "beautiful boy, please tell my dear company commander, if he is still so stubborn tomorrow, I will cut off another head. Now, you go and clean this knife .”

I couldn't fall asleep that night as I was tormented by the incessant prayers and sobs of the Americans. "It's so noisy! Shut up!" Someone yelled at them fiercely.Fear made them hushed their voices, and the wailing they were trying to suppress made me more and more uneasy.I know Americans don't kill prisoners of war, they are bound by the Geneva Convention.Matsudaira often speaks of Americans' "ridiculous" awareness of human rights.They neither killed civilians nor surrendered enemy troops, so the scene during the day must have been a devastating blow to them.If it was an accident that the American child was shot last time, this time it was equivalent to a death sentence.How can they not cry for the hopeless tomorrow.

But I can't hate Songping either.He used to be a positive and happy old man. Although he was fierce, he would smile gently when talking about his precious daughter.He went to the battlefield to protect his wife and children, and eventually became what he is today.

And, no matter how unwilling I am to admit it, from the day they were captured, these Americans were actually doomed to die.Limited food supplies will not allow them to survive forever.

They have long since lost their chance.

"Son, can you put away this pocket watch for me?" I heard the company commander requesting a wig in a hoarse voice.

The wig who had been sitting numbly on the ground looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't want...I don't want it to fall into other people's hands." The company commander showed a forced smile, "I won't see her anymore. Please protect this memorial for me."

The wig mechanically reached out to take the exquisite metal watch, he opened the watch cover, and the little girl was missing a front tooth, smiling so hard that she couldn't even find her eyes.

The water vapor slowly diffused in the black and white eyes of the wig, and he lowered his head and buried his face in his palms.

Takasugi bent down in front of him, wrapping his arms around the slightly trembling shoulders.Little by little he kissed the long satin hair.He said softly to him, "Don't cry."

"You still have me by your side."

"you have me."