"Brothers, I'm counting on you to go out from the river and report!" Under the night sky, the commander sent a group of brothers to the river. After the Chinese surrounded the city, the only route of communication from inside the city to the outside was the Brazos River.
The Brazos River was originally Spanish, meaning the arm of God. Leaving through the river, which was not particularly deep, was a good omen for the Americans, who considered themselves to be believers in God.
"God bless you!" "God bless America!" Amidst the blessings, a dozen or so Texan men went into the water.
The commander didn't want to leave. If he could, he actually wanted to follow behind this group of people. During the day, there were mountains and seas of Chinese people outside Waco. This was different from what they had discussed at the headquarters. The headquarters thought that the Chinese would probably drive over. Now, the Chinese did drive over, but they formed a hell of thorns from all sides. A dozen or so people went into the water, but only four returned. Most of the people who went by water were directly hung on the barbed wire and died in the river.
Not only did no one say anything, but even the commander suppressed his anger in his throat. If it was before, when they were completely confident that there was no possibility of peaceful coexistence with the Chinese, they could still shout the slogan of uncompromising. Arguing made these people understand that the only possibility of not dying was fleeting, and these people no longer had the desire to cut off their own path of survival.
Therefore, the next morning, Reinhardt went to the China camp with a white flag. The Texans saw people running out from the Chinese camp. After searching Reinhardt, who was standing ramrod straight, they led him into the Chinese camp. They couldn't help but feel a little surprised. The Texans knew the meaning of the white flag, and they knew very well that they would never let the Indians who surrendered live. The Indians would scalp the white people, and the white people not only learned to scalp the Indians, but also skin the Indians whole according to their tradition.
"Will the Chinese really accept a surrender?" The Texans whispered among themselves.
Reinhardt was treated very politely in the China camp. The receptionist at least listened to Reinhardt's opinion carefully. After Lionheart expressed that they were willing to surrender and hoped that the Chinese team could protect their personal safety, he saw the awkward expression on the Chinese team's face. Reinhardt was disappointed. Was it so difficult for the Chinese to accept those who surrendered?
The political commissar in charge of listening to the situation discussed for a moment and left Reinhardt there. The fact that the Americans would surrender was beyond the expectations of their comrades. Furthermore, the Texans had shown a tenacious will to fight to the death. Now that he had expressed his intention to surrender, his comrades in the army were caught off guard and did not believe him at all.
The commander of this battle was a division. The regiment's political commissar found the division's political commissar and told him that this group of people intended to surrender. The Division Political Commissar frowned. "What they mean is that they want to keep their weapons, personal belongings and protect their right to go home in the future?"
"Yes," the Regimental Commissar replied.
"That's impossible!" The division commissar's objection was squeezed out through his teeth. "Their homes were destroyed long ago. Are we going to let them bring their weapons home and pick up their guns to fight us when they see the ruins? "
The political commissar could only sigh. In fact, he had also thought of this. But he really couldn't say it. Even if they tried their best to kill the Americans on the battlefield, even if they did not hesitate to shoot all the living Americans they could see. When face to face, the political commissar still couldn't tell the cruel truth and the future to the Americans without hesitation. War was bloody, but the reality was far more unacceptable cruelty and despair than blood. At least the Regimental Commissar himself thought that if he faced such a future, he would never be able to survive. Their homes were destroyed. There was really no other possibility than fighting to the death.
"What should I say to the people over there?" The Regimental Commissar finally asked.
"Tell them … that we accept their surrender." The Regimental Commissar's voice sounded a little dry.
The Regimental Commissar was stunned. What did the Regimental Commissar mean? Then he heard the Regimental Commissar continue to say in a dry voice, "We will let the Japanese be responsible for receiving the prisoners."
"Lie to them?" The Regimental Commissar's voice was full of opposition. Although he didn't know why he was so agitated, the Regimental Commissar's voice was strongly opposed. Killing after lying made the Regimental Commissar's sense of shame as if it had been fiercely cut by a big knife. The equivalent killing was cruel, but it was only cruel. After the end of the battle, it would only make everyone very tired and painful. But the Regimental Commissar had never felt ashamed of this kind of fatigue and pain. Now the Regimental Commissar's suggestion made the Regimental Commissar extremely painful, and the strong sense of shame made him feel a little breathless.
The Regimental Commissar also felt a strong sense of pain on his face, but the Regimental Commissar could see that the Regimental Commissar was more and more tempted by this idea. The Regimental Commissar quickly persuaded, "Commissar, we won't lose anything in the subsequent battle."
There was no negative emotion in the Regimental Commissar's voice. He said calmly, "I have had enough of so many comrades who have died. Can you guarantee that no one will die? Can you guarantee that no one will become disabled? If you can save everyone one person, even one less person, I think I can accept it. "
The Regimental Commissar was immediately speechless. He was tongue-tied and didn't know what to say. However, this was not because he was unable to justify himself. He just felt that although the reason sounded right, it just sounded right. The Regimental Commissar thought that some things were more terrible than death. For example, the idea proposed by the Regimental Commissar.
More than half an hour later, the Regimental Commissar saw the opportunity for the Regimental Commissar to leave the Division Commander's tent. He immediately went in and asked the Division Commander, "Division Commander, do you know the Commissar's idea?"
The Division Commander's face immediately darkened. He said impatiently, "What about that matter?"
"I don't think we should have done that," the Regimental Commissar said.
"We shouldn't have done that, but I don't know how to stop it," the Division Commander replied.
"Make a report to the Regimental Commissar and see what the military says." The Regimental Commissar was ready to risk everything.
The Division Commander rolled his eyes and said to the Regimental Commissar fiercely, "I know, you can go."
An hour later, the telegram was sent to the Sixth Army's Military Headquarters. After reading the telegram, the Sixth Army's Commissar shook his head repeatedly and immediately handed the telegram to the Sixth Army's Commissar Qi Rui. It could be seen that he was able to throw away such a hot potato in an instant. The Sixth Army's Commissar felt very good.
After reading it, Qi Rui couldn't help but click his tongue. He never expected that his comrades would bring such a lawsuit to the Military Political Department. Qi Rui's first reaction was also to object to deceiving the Americans, but Qi Rui soon found that he had no reason to refute the accusation that the lives of his own people were not lives.
Just by looking at Qi Rui's expression, the Sixth Army's Commissar knew that Qi Rui's thoughts were similar to his. A strong sense of disgust was an emotional thing, and war was actually not emotional. Deceiving the enemy, killing the enemy, and effectively letting one's own troops die were the main contents of war.
Just when the Sixth Army's Commissar thought that Qi Rui would probably choose to give in to the cruel reality, he saw Qi Rui let out a long sigh and showed an expression of a scholar. This time, the Sixth Army's Commissar was actually delighted.
Qi Rui said, "When the King of Qin ordered Du Youci to kill Bai Qi, Bai Qi first said, 'What have I done to God that I would end up like this?' After a while, he said, 'I deserved to die.' During the Battle of Changping, hundreds of thousands of Zhao soldiers surrendered, and I used deceptive means to bury them all alive. That's enough for me to die! "
Of course, the Sixth Army's Commissar knew about the Battle of Changping and the famous Qin general Bai Qi. So he nodded repeatedly.
Qi Rui continued, "We destroyed the United States to complete the mission given to us by the commander-in-chief. Killing each other was just an order, and we had no choice. Although we felt uneasy, we didn't feel guilty. But using this kind of deception was our own choice. If we did that, we would have a guilty conscience. "
The Sixth Army's Commissar kept nodding, but he asked Qi Rui, "What about the division commissar?"
Qi Rui replied, "Transfer him back. I feel that there are too many comrades in the army who need to rest. I'm still young, and I actually feel that I don't have enough energy every day. I think that many comrades need to rest. What do you think? "
The Sixth Army's Commissar nodded. "I think so too! The war is too intense, and many comrades do need to rest. "
After giving the order, Qi Rui felt very tired. Since leaving Nanjing three years ago, Qi Rui had hardly rested for the past three years. Although the days passed quickly, and the victories made Qi Rui feel very happy, the feeling of accumulation of fatigue was very real. Now that Qi Rui had dealt with this matter, he suddenly felt extremely tired.
He first returned to his tent and lay down, but he felt a sense of depression in his chest that he couldn't get rid of. Qi Rui found that he didn't dare to think about what had just happened. When the war had been fought to the point of complete destruction, Qi Rui really had a feeling that he couldn't bear it.
Killing and destruction were not the same thing. Qi Rui felt that he was rendered speechless by this realization. Defeating the enemy and killing the enemy were not the same thing. Qi Rui realized that these were two different emotions. Maybe some people didn't care about this, but Qi Rui found that most soldiers actually knew that this was not the same thing.
Just like the division commander, he would rather pay more casualties in the battle than promise to let the Americans live and then suddenly kill them. Did this division commander not have the slightest love for his subordinates? Qi Rui didn't think so.
Of course, what Qi Rui found ridiculous was that. After the Liberation Army defeated the enemy on the battlefield, the Americans completely pretended not to see the purge of the Japanese. Although it seemed like they were deceiving themselves, everyone could accept this result.
Thinking of this, Qi Rui suddenly had an urge to escape from the battlefield. He felt that he had enough, and he really had enough of this kind of thing. As long as he could escape from here, Qi Rui suddenly felt that he could go anywhere.
His thoughts just wandered for a moment, and Qi Rui immediately felt that something was wrong. This kind of emotional reaction should be the result of physical weakness. Just like when Qi Rui felt inexplicable fear when he was a child, or had a strong feeling of ghosts or threats, his father Vézé used various ways to make Qi Rui understand that part of the fear came from memory, but most of the fear came from physical weakness. Of course, the so-called intuitive fear and uneasiness was also partly because we forgot some of the dangerous possibilities we had seen. So we only felt uneasy, but we didn't know the reason for it.
As for the current state, Qi Rui felt that it was because his body had become weak. He had been running around every day for more than a month. It was normal for the body to become weak under such intense consumption. So, Qi Rui chose to sleep. Sleeping was the best mode for the body to recover its strength and return to its normal state.
On a summer afternoon, Qi Rui and Chu Xue were lying on two reclining chairs side by side. The air was warm, making people feel lazy and not want to move. Qi Rui seemed to be leaning against Chu Xue, but also seemed to be some distance away from her. In this state, Qi Rui suddenly said, "Chu Xue, war is not glorious at all. War is just pain. "
Chu Xue turned her head to look at Qi Rui with that "I can't be bothered with you" expression that she often showed. This made Qi Rui feel that he had to make his beloved Chu Xue agree with this important issue. But when this kind of forceful thought appeared, Qi Rui felt his heart soften. Of course, he had the idea of making Chu Xue completely agree with him, but every time he wanted to do it, every time he saw Chu Xue, this idea was dispelled by Qi Rui. Thinking was just thinking, and Qi Rui wasn't prepared to do this kind of impulsive wish.
Just as he was about to slowly tell Chu Xue how painful war was, and how many helpless choices it forced people to make, a beautiful little girl ran over. Her smile was like a flower, and her little pink skirt was a little fluttering because she ran. Qi Rui suddenly realized that it was his daughter. In the next moment, Qi Rui suddenly realized that all of this wasn't real, and then he woke up with a start.
The sky was already dark, and the guards had covered Qi Rui with a relatively thick blanket. Qi Rui found that the warm and realistic touch on his shoulder was exactly the same as the summer environment in his dream. It was just that the soil smell of Texas in the air was very different from the warm soil smell of Nanjing in his dream.
Lifting his upper body, Qi Rui felt that the tear stains on his face had dried up. He didn't know when, but he cried in his sleep. But this time, the negative emotions didn't shake Qi Rui's will. Even though he knew that he was facing endless pain, Qi Rui felt that he could face it calmly.
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