Chapter 105 Workers' Union Newspaper

Winter goes and spring comes. When the long cold winter is about to end, the once silent battlefield boils again. The war continues. For people in the world, they don't seem to see the end of the war at all. The war is deadlocked. Every day, hundreds of people die on the east and west lines. On the battlefield, when a battle aimed at breaking the deadlock of war begins, tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of soldiers will die tragically in the battle with no hope at all. In the end, after paying the cost of hundreds of thousands of casualties, the battlefield is still the same battlefield, and there seems to be no change.

On the swamp outside the muddy trench wall, it was foggy, as if it were hanging on the spikes of the barbed wire. There is half an inch of mud on the bottom of the trench. Small brown water flowed down the eye of the gun. Those Japanese soldiers who endured the cold and shells in the trenches, some wore wet and muddy military coats, boiled tea with kettles on the fenders, and some leaned their rifles against the wall and squatted there to smoke.

"How many times have I said that you are not allowed to make a fire on the fender! You bastards, why don't you understand?

A Cao Chang walked to the nearest group of low-class soldiers sitting around the fire, kicked one of them to the ground viciously, and then cursed loudly.

Two people stood up reluctantly, and the rest of them tuffed up the bottom of the military coat, smoked a cigarette, and continued to squat there. A dark-faced guy, obviously the kind of "veteran oil", stuffed a small bunch of dry branches under the pot from time to time and replied:

"We don't want to use the fender, but how can Cao Chang Sada make a fire? Look how deep the water is here!"

"Punpe out the fender immediately!"

"Then shall we squat here hungry?! Yes--this-like..."

An old soldier with a wide face and pimp frowned and looked to one side.

"I'll tell you... pull out the guard!"

Sada kicked the burning dry branches from under the pot with his boot head.

The veteran sneered at a loss and maliciously, splashed the hot water in the pot, and whispered:

"Brothers, even if you have had tea..."

The soldiers silently looked at the back of Chief Cao walking along the position. The wet eyes of the Cossack with a beard flashed cold like a firefly.

"He's angry!"

"Alas - alas! ......"

A veteran put the strap of the rifle on his shoulder and sighed. This is true in any army. Veterans are always domineering and disobedient, especially for those veterans who have been torn up on the battlefield for a long time. For these mobilized bearded soldiers, since they are not as loyal to their duties as those young soldiers, it is even more impossible to obey 100% discipline. However, recently, They found some reasons for their actions.

"Hey, which of you has the latest Workers' Union..."

The wide-faced veteran with pimp on his face suddenly asked the people beside him. In a short time, a newspaper was quietly stuffed into his hand, and even he didn't even notice how the newspaper reached his hand.

Sada, who looked flustered, walked into Captain Qianda Zhenji's shelter, hesitated for a moment, and reported:

"Captain, the soldiers picked up these newspapers in the trenches this morning. This seems to be a little wrong... So I'm here to report to you. Otherwise, I'm afraid there will be some trouble..."

"What newspaper?"

Chida Zhenji stood up from ** and asked. Sada handed him a few crumpled pieces of paper clenched in his fist. On a four-open sheet, which may be the extremely cheap and thin one produced in China, or the Japanese text is clearly printed on the paper used to produce newspapers with straw, and the beginning is the Workers' Union Newspaper.

Seeing the name of the newspaper, Qiantian Zhenji frowned. He had more or less heard of the newspaper that had just appeared and circulated on the front line a month ago, but this was the first time he saw this newspaper, so he read it in one breath:

Pro pro prolifics all over the world unite!

Comrades of soldiers!

The evil war has dragged on for two years. You are far away from your own family and have been suffering in the trenches for two years to protect the interests of others. Workers and farmers in various countries have been bleeding for two years. In this war, hundreds of thousands of people died and became disabled. In Japan, millions of people became orphans and widows - this is the result of this massacre. Why are you fighting? Whose interests are you defending?

In order to please the Chinese people, the political axe caught up with millions of soldiers on the Russian fire. When you fought bravely for the "future" in the mouth of corrupt officials on the front line, in China, corrupt officials squeezed your families. In order to pay taxes, your parents had to sell your sisters to human traffickers, while human traffickers Sell your sisters to China and even Russia. In the Japanese Academy, which is not far from the front line, every woman from Japan has a similar and tragic experience between the old and the new. When your relatives, wives and daughters are in Japan, because the corrupt officials are extremely oppressed by heavy taxes while being bullied by annihirates. When they are suffering from hunger, and you, the nonsense people, will fight for their interests, die, and slaughter those workers like you.

Brothers have shed enough blood! Wake up, workers! Your enemies are not Austrian and German soldiers who have been deceived like you, but corrupt officials, powerful chaebols, annivers and landlords in the political axe. Turn your muzzle and oppose them. Unite with the soldiers of Germany and Austria. Cross the barbed wire that separates you like beasts and stretch out your hands to each other. You are all working brothers. The labor cocoons on your hands have not grown well, and nothing can separate you. Down with [***] politics! Down with the imperialist war! Long live the unbreakable unity of workers all over the world!

Qiantian Zhenji breathlessly read the last few lines.

"Fack!"

After scolding this sentence, Qiantian Zhenji's heart was full of hatred and was overwhelmed by all kinds of heavy foreboding. Such a newspaper was widely circulated in the army. Is it a masterpiece of the German intelligence agency? He immediately called the captain to report what had happened.

"What instructions do you have, my lord?"

Finally, he asked for instructions.

The voice of the captain of the coalition, through the buzz of mosquito-like wires and distant phone calls, came word by word from the receiver:

"Immediately search with the captains and squadron leaders. Search one by one, and officers are no exception. Today, I will ask the division headquarters for instructions and ask when they plan to change the defense for our country. I urged them. If you find anything in the search - report it to me immediately.

Obviously, the captain attributed this kind of thing to the psychological boredom caused by the soldiers tearing up on the battlefield for a long time, resulting in war resistance.

"I think this may be the work of the German intelligence agency."

"Real is it? I will report to the headquarters immediately. Wishing you success."

Qiantian Zhenji summoned his squadron captains to his earthen house and conveyed the order of the regimental commander.

"It's really unreasonable!"

Osugi and the village scolded angrily.

"Do we all want to search each other?"

"If you want to search, you must search from the officer!"

The young second lieutenant Akiyo Tian, who had just been supplemented from China, shouted dissatisfiedly that most of these low-level officers came from poor families. The reason why they were admitted to the military academy is that the military academy is free higher education, and it can also guarantee employment. For soldiers to read the Workers' Union, they often turn a blind eye. One eye, because they know the hardships of society and know that what is said there is often the truth.

"Gentlemen, do you want to refuse to obey the officer's order?"

Chida Zhenji interrupted everyone's words severely.

"Of course, as a member of the imperial army, I believe that everyone will not hide it, but the soldiers and soldiers of this brigade must be searched. Call Sada to come here.

Sada came - a veteran who was not very young and had served during the conflict. He was the third batch of mobilization after the expansion of the army. He looked around at the officers and found that all the squadron commanders were looking at him with dissatisfaction in his eyes. Obviously, if he said something wrong, he would definitely end up. It's better not to go there.

"Who in your squadron is questionable? Think about it, who might spread these newspapers?

Qiantian Zhenji asked him.

"There is no such person, sir,"

Seeing the angry face on the face of the captain of Osugi Jimura, Sada's heart was cold and he quickly answered.

"Didn't the leaflets be found in the defense area of our brigade? Have any strangers ever come to the trenches?

"No one has ever been here. No one from the other brigade has been here.

"Let's search one by one,"

Knowing this question, Qiantian Zhenji waved his hand and walked to the door.

At the beginning of the search, all the soldiers had all kinds of expressions on their faces: some were sad and confused, others looked at the officers in panic in their poor homes, and some were secretly laughing.

"You just say, what are you looking for? If something is stolen - maybe some of us have seen who it is.

"That's right, if you want to find something, directly ask the captain to let everyone line up, and one order can be found out!"

The search in the barracks was fruitless, and then the captains began to cooperate with the officers to search the soldiers' pockets. Only a wrinkled newspaper was found in the pocket of a military coat in the first row.

"Have you read this newspaper?"

Chida Zhenji asked.

"I used to pick up cigarettes,"

The military commander did not raise his drooping eyes and said with a smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qiantian Zhenji's face turned red. He walked to him and shouted violently. The face of the nearly forty-year-old soldier immediately became serious, and his smile disappeared, as if he had been blown away by the wind.

"Your Excellency! I was a veteran of the Qing Dynasty War and the Lu War. When I was very young, I was a helper in the factory. I hardly read a book, so I was almost illiterate! I don't read newspapers at all. The reason why I picked it up was because the cigarette paper was gone! We haven't been rationed for half a month, and we don't even have toilet paper. I just saw this piece of paper, so I picked it up.

Jun Cao answered loudly, but his words were full of resentment and dissatisfaction. When he mentioned the Qing War and the Lu War, Qiantian Zhenji took a look at him, then spat and walked away. The officers followed him, but after they left, some veterans fought like tricks. The oil paper bag wrapped with bullets was pulled out between the cracks in the trench shield, and then they took out the newspaper in the oil paper bag.

Then there are a bunch of people looking at newspapers, looking at the news about Japanese books and stories about home in the newspaper. When reading the newspapers, some people's eyes always show sadness and indignation.

After another half a month, the wing withdrew from the front line and transferred to the rear more than ten kilometers away. Two people in the Qiantian Brigade were arrested for inciting soldiers to flee and sent to the military court, while the rest were rested in the rear. During a few days of rest, the team was in a good way. The soldiers who were smelly all over took a shower, changed their clean clothes, and shaved their faces carefully - they didn't look like a group of beggars like in the trenches.

All people are resting, adjusting their personal emotions during this rest. On the surface, they have become clean and happy, but Chida Zhenji and all the officers know that this mood is only superficial, just like the weather in Russia. It's sunny today, but not tomorrow.

As soon as it comes to pulling forward, the expression on the face immediately changes, and dissatisfaction and gloomy hostility appear under the drooping eyelids. People seem to be exhausted, and this physical fatigue causes spiritual shaking. Qiantian Zhenji clearly knows that it is very terrible for a person to rush to a certain goal in this mental state.

In 1915, he saw with his own eyes that a company of infantry charged five times in a row, with heavy losses. When he received the order to "continue to charge", the defeated generals of his squadron launched a charge again and fought until the end. At that time, it was the strongest force on the eastern front of the army, and from this year, It only takes one charge. In one charge, you can see some people slowing down or lying in the crater and pretending to be dead during the charge. If they launch a second charge, someone will even escape, and in the face of the German attack, they are not as persistent as in the past. He believes that if these soldiers meet again If the German army is determined to attack the German army, it may even retreat.

Thinking of the change in the mentality of the army, he thought that during the war, two well-equipped formations retreated dozens of kilometers in the face of the Russian counterattack. Qiantian Zhenji's heart always shuddered. He looked at those soldiers excitedly with new eyes and couldn't help it. I think about living:

"Will one day, will these soldiers really abandon the honor of soldiers, really turn around and flee to the rear, and there is nothing to stop them except death?"

When his eyes met these tired and dissatisfied eyes, he came to a positive conclusion:

"They will rush towards us!"

Compared with last year, the mood of the soldiers has changed fundamentally. Even the songs sung have changed - they are all songs born in the war, with a gloomy tone and desolate tone. At first, those songs were ** overflowing, and then, those songs were abandoned, but recently they were full of homesickness and homesickness.

When Chida Zhenji walked through the simple and spacious shed where the troops were stationed, he often heard a melancholy and infinitely sad song. This song is always sung by three or four people. A accompaniment's alto sings a very crisp and powerful tone. It sweeps across the thick bass and trembles and pulls it to the high place:

"Oh, my hometown where I was born,

I will never see you again.

Oh, dear mom,

Don't be too sad for me.

Dear mother, you should know

Not all people will die on the battlefield..."

Chida Zhenji stopped and listened, feeling that the simple sadness of the song strongly infected him. As if pulling a tight string on his heart, which was jumping faster and faster, the deep accompaniment middle tone kept provoking the string, making it tremble in pain. Qiantian Zhenji stood not far from the board shed, staring at the dark clouds at the autumn dusk. At this moment, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Oh, I have a hunch that I have seen... I will never go back to my hometown, and I will never see my dear mother again..."

The soldiers' homesickness in the song, the sad tone in the song constantly echoes in his ears. From the homesick, gloomy and melancholy lyrics, Qiantian Zhenji can feel the soldiers' resistance to war or nostalgia for life. Who will not miss life?

Maybe their families will tell them to die in battle and use the pension to do filial piety! However, the daily issue of the Workers' Union clearly tells them what the 100-day pension can do.

"One hundred yuan, you can only buy 20 stone meters!"

And this is still on the premise that the anniper did not raise the price, but in order to raise the price of rice, those anniper always accumulates, or transport rice to big cities, or even to China for sale... Thinking of the news report seen in the Workers' Union, Qiantian Zhenji's face surged with this indignation, which seems that He was not angry about the anniper's work, and seemed to hate the incompetence of those political officials [***]. They colluded with the Chinese for personal glory and wealth... Just as this emotion echoed in Qiantian Zhenji's heart, he was suddenly stunned, and then a trace of panic appeared on his face. He seemed to He felt a little afraid of his change. He didn't even understand why he had such a change. After leaving silently, Qiantian Zhenji suddenly cursed.

"Baga, it's all the damn Workers' Union!"

(to be continued)