Chapter 72

  I almost swung my hand down and cursed in anger: "You damned thirteen points, be more efficient!"

  This time, calling A-Yi thirteen points wasn't as harmonious as before. He looked at me with a slightly hurt expression, but still focused his attention on the telescope.

  I am sure this war originated from the boring verbal sparring at Jihuaipo and Nantianmen, but escalated quickly due to Yu Xiaoqing's humiliation.

  At this point, it has nothing to do with Yu Xiaoqing anymore. It's just a group of people who are far away from home and have been repressed for a long time, venting their emotions here.

  "Alright, alright!"

  I waved my hand vigorously three times: "One! Two! Three!"

  The flag language on the other side of Henglang Mountain is also waving, and the thousands of voices from Henglang Mountain to Jiziqiao are counting together "one, two, three", then a loud shout bursts out from Henglang Mountain to Jiziqiao, which can be heard even by Zen masters: it's the sound of thousands of people shouting together.

  "Takeuchi Ren Shan, your mother is a turtle!"

  The sound was so loud and surreal that it reverberated through the Nujiang River Valley and mountains, and after it passed, you felt as if the world had become mute, with no sounds at all. The several thousand Japanese soldiers at Nantianmen were completely silent.

  I don't know who laughed first, but then everyone in this trench burst out laughing, holding their bellies and falling to the ground. Ah Yi still firmly observed the flag signals from the Horizontal Wave Mountain, "The main force troops are expressing gratitude to us."

  I laughed so hard I couldn't catch my breath, "Who cares!"

  From the south gate of the opposite shore, a strange sound came, listening like pulling a saw and hitting stones, but you didn't see the master in front, so you couldn't confirm what that sound was. Yu Xiaoqing's elite were not covered, as soon as they took action, the crows and sparrows on the west bank fell silent.

  But in such a prolonged standoff it's hard to maintain hatred for every minute and second, it only applies to brief encounters on the battlefield.

  I peered through binoculars while the gunner beside me stood guard, God knew what kind of reprisal the Japanese might take.

  "Is that Japanese Kabuki?" Ah Yi exclaimed in surprise.

  "Is Kabuki Japanese?"

  A translated it with a sudden realization, then he realized he was being teased by me again. He glanced at me, but we were both focused on the Japanese man who emerged from the array on the opposite shore.

  The guy was accompanied by several Japanese instruments that sounded a bit messy, wearing only a loincloth, revealing his extremely unattractive short and stout figure, with a ghostly face painted on his belly, but he was very generous, holding a fan in his hand and dancing a strange dance.

  "Are you trying to swindle me?"

  Man Han: "Are you scolding someone?"

  The guy next to me pulled the trigger too tightly and I took the gun from him.

  "They didn't fire a shot just now either. You should understand some rules."

  "What's going on?" I turned back. They had already returned, apparently still unclear about the situation of this strange war.

  "Good. Great. Not spicy, you're not fond of singing opera, go ahead and sing."

  "Not spicy: 'I'm totally ruined! Are you trying to kill me?'"

  "I won't die yet. Young master can't afford to lose this breath."

  Not struggling, we were pushed out by a group of people who had been here for a long time.

  Each position was cleared for the shooting range, and the empty space became a natural performance venue. Whoever stayed in the trenches all the time didn't feel so comfortable, and since no one had fired a shot yet, it became a guarantee of safety.

  Not spicy but lives up to expectations, teasing and flirting with eyes. Even the other side is full of whistling and strange calls.

  Not spicy: "Aunt Hu——ahem... My wife——ah? What are you comparing me to, Luo Zhi Zhi? I'm not inferior to the Cowherd in any way!"

  "That means I'm not as good as Luo Zhi Zhi."

  "You're even better than him, ahem..."

  It was a showdown from the start, and that dancing guy who seemed to be showing off his wheel kicks and gut punches went down quickly, while the West Coast responded with this tone.

  "... Let us climb the high mountains and fill the valleys with our corpses. Let us march to the sea and let our floating corpses cover the surface of the ocean..."

  I don't know what word, but that kind of tune is still a chorus, not a single off-key note can hold it down, and the off-key note was quickly brought down. The next person who jumped out on the east coast was not on our side.

  He Shuguang jumped out of the room on the second floor of Hengluan Mountain again. He hadn't even put on his clothes, so I was sure he would catch a cold.

  I watched him through the telescope, waving a knife, which was Yu Xiaoqing's knife. He Shuguang's knife flower was indeed good-looking, but he was using the knife as a baton. The people of Henglang Mountain were originally much more numerous than us, and when the singing started, it was not inferior to that "Mama Baorouzi" just now.

  "The flag is waving high. The horse is neighing loudly, the gun is on the shoulder and the knife is at the waist, the hot blood is like a mad tide. The flag is waving high, the horse is neighing loudly, good men, good men, good men, report to the country in this morning..."

  His wild enthusiasm may be childish, but perhaps it takes childlike innocence to do such a silly thing. From the tone to the volume, he completely overwhelmed the West Coast. The people on our side who can sing also followed along. At least Ah Yi next to me was humming along.

  accompanied by trembling and tearing of the eyes.

  I have a periscope stuck on my eyes, crawling up the ladder of the traffic trench to look around. I am like an indifferent searchlight. I've been excited about similar sounds before, and I won't be excited again.

  "The Flag is Fluttering" was cut off just as it was about to end, and it apparently gave the West Coast a bit of a headache, taking quite some effort to hum out the lyrics - undoubtedly in Chinese.

  West Bank: "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, wild grass is connected to the sky. The evening wind blows the willow flute sound, the sunset is outside the mountain."

  At heaven's end and earth's corner, friendships are scattered. A jug of turbid wine exhausts my remaining joy, tonight we part in a cold dream...

  We're speechless, this is the second time today on the West Coast that Chinese has appeared, and it's not like the last one which was a nonsensical tongue twister. If they didn't know how to do it originally, there's no way they could have been taught in just a few minutes.

  "American tune, Chinese lyrics, sung by Japanese people with a mournful tone, many things are mixed together in a confusing way. Today no one will fire a gun, today it starts with shouting and scolding, but on many things we can't find the difference."

  But then a tear-and-snot-stained guy rushed past me, rushing onto the empty land in front of the array, he wasn't going to perform like Not Spicy, he was yelling - that's A Yi. Grabbing crazy A Yi.

  "Don't let you sing! Don't let you guys sing this song! Don't let you guys sing our song!"

  I didn't go to pull that sniffling guy, I grasped the ladder so as not to fall off myself, I looked at him with a nearly mournful expression, and I thought of Dead Dead why he always looks at us with this kind of similar gaze.

  "You can also sing their song. If you know how."

  "Ahh! I don't speak Japanese!"

  "Well, there's nothing we can do about it then. They've always been more particular about this sort of thing than us."

  But Ah Yi suddenly remembered something, and he knocked his head violently. His hair was sometimes parted in three to seven, sometimes opened in four to six, and sometimes in the middle.

  "I sing! I sing!"

  Then the guy pulled out a pencil lead, dug out a broken paper, found a stone chip to pad it, and sat down within the shooting range of both sides, writing fiercely. I should be lucky that today is peaceful, otherwise he would have been shot early.

  The song drifting out of our camp is like this:

  "Slippery tears, Lala's tail, Enna's bird alone, Monon's desire"

  "Tai Da Yi Ma Mei Sa Mei Dui Tui Pu Niao Hua Si Dui Yu..."

  Translation: "The Great One's Clothing is as Soft as a Younger Sister's, the Bird's Downy Feathers are as Gentle as a Maiden's Desire..."

  The west coast is silent, apparently we didn't sing too far off-key.

  I grabbed a piece of oilcloth to cover my head, shielding myself from Ah Yi's spittle. The guy was still out of control. He held up the torn paper he had just written on and read out a sentence in a wailing voice, and the fools in the trenches followed suit, wailing along with him.

  "Ah, no! He's going to kill her!"

  "What's wrong with him? He's so stubborn!"

  "Shut up!"

  "We: 'Shut up, you stupid cabbie!'"

  "Aya: 'Wa lei ci you ku wei ji sai ji niao ku gu si nuo mo du hai!'"

  Translation:

  "Aya: 'The tears of the doll pierced the right wing of the ancient bird, and it fell into the vast ocean alone!'"

  "What's wrong...?"

  "Too damn long!"

  He went to find the segment he had just passed by: "Right KUTAILUO JI!"

  "We: 'Wa Lei Ci You Ku Wei Ji Sai!'"

  I took advantage of A Yi's brief pause in his enthusiastic speech and hastily asked: "What does that mean?"

  "I don't know!... It seems like they're telling them to surrender!"

  "You can't speak Japanese, can you?"

  "Aiya: "I won't! I know a bit of phonetics, I just wrote down the sounds!" He looked at his paper and read out the pronunciation: "Jī niǎo kù gǔ sī nuò mò dú hǎi!"

  "We: 'Kikorot Nokto!' (The Great Sea of Solitude)!"

  "They will not surrender, just like we would never surrender. We are all fed up with shooting. We are fed up with shooting, but we will also never surrender."

  That Jeep came over with a loud rumble and stopped at the entrance of our mountain road.

  This is a chorus of the Japanese army. Or I should say, it's a harmonious singing on both banks of the Nujiang River (in Japanese):

  A night of wind and rain, a day of cold rain mixed with snow. A chilly winter evening, how can I bear the cold tonight.

  Coarse salt is used as a wine accompaniment, and the dregs of wine are used to warm oneself slightly. The nose is cold and makes frequent noises, and one bends one's head and coughs repeatedly...

  The guy in the empty lot downstairs is also looking up at the sky with a blank expression.

  Die, die! Someone in the back seat was shouting: "Let me show you how our army fights bravely!"

  Then he was stunned, and he started scratching his head, while on the back seat there was such a person we didn't know but looked very familiar - anyway these ants that moved the whole school, the whole factory across China all looked alike.

  Tattered and worn out, on the verge of collapse, yet with a face full of sunshine and hope.

  There was an ant on the back seat of the car.

  The ants were extremely surprised to hear the Japanese words echoing from both shores: "What are you doing? What is this?"

  "Die, die! 'Fight, what else can we do?' This guy was furious with the people in the back seat, but he himself was also full of doubts: 'What to do? What is this? - Hey, you guys! Don't you see the officer? Help pull the cannon! Our regiment's big gun!'"

  His car was also towing a small cannon with five or six missing, an old 37 anti-aircraft gun. The cannon was hard to ignore, it had one rubber wheel and one wooden wheel. So it kept making a rattling noise.

  Several dead bodies were dragged from the mountain down to the new fort. The anti-tank gun was being pulled with great effort. The hard wheels screeched against the soil in the trenches. The rumbling sound of artillery fire accompanied our counterattack.

  Now it's the turn of the dragonfly, that noisy thing that kept us awake for a whole week is finally coming in handy.

  Mei Long: "Honorable Hall Master, please calm your anger and let me, Mei San, answer. What was said about the Republic of China in 78..."

  The year after year of war has killed many people, this is a big national affair that I don't understand. However, I do know that killing people will be avenged for eternity, not even an inch can escape.

  "It's against the law, my sister An Shang is a kind and gentle citizen. Poor thing, she was innocently killed..."

  Yi yi ya ya singing, died la la wrapped around his face and walked forward, following behind him, sometimes had to go up to open the way for his blocked cannon, while also pushing away a few of them with their backs towards him, among which several backs were still humming along.

  The little ant was so curious that this was a whole new world for him, he touched this and that.

  Sometimes he knocked over the ammunition box, letting hand grenades roll all over the ground. Sometimes he was surprised by the cooking pot we set up in the trenches, as if we didn't need to eat - that behavior really made even the most unrefined soldiers like us want to beat him up.

  Little ant: "Amazing! Is this your base? How did you throw out the grenade? Are you really cooking here? What are you boiling? The cannonballs can't bring down the vitality of spring, and the dead seeds under the iron wings only produce resistance."

  The warriors of the great era rose up, standing upright like high towers, trampling on the cracked earth.

  We were busy moving away the ammunition boxes, taking away the dangerous goods that he had carelessly picked up in his hands, and moving the stove away - dead tired. He turned around to face the poet who was standing behind him with a look of inspiration.

  The poet is not one who goes about dropping phrases like rose petals: he recites in a lively manner - while staring death straight in the face, he recites in a lively manner.

  He slapped the stiff shoulder, I think he'd rather touch a hand grenade: "Ah, I see what you mean by battlefield, it's incredible, I know what you mean by war."

  It wasn't written by me, but I suddenly remembered it.

  No force can extinguish the eyes like embers, no sound can cover up the angry roar. In the smoke and fire, the buds of revival are sprouting. Indeed, survival must be fought for from death. With hot blood, we cultivate the flower of freedom, and we will set up torches in the dark night.

  ”

  The air blown out of his mouth hit the nasal wing, and the dragon was twisting its body outside the trench towards the opposite bank. At least one platoon of Japanese troops on the South Tianmen Gate were in harmony with him.

  "...... My first statement was torn down, the second time they took my brother away, and it wasn't until I risked my life to bribe the corrupt official that he issued the warrant..."

  "Die, die! 'Mí Lóng you gè bù yào nǎo dài de wán yì zài gàn shén me na?!'" translates to:

  "Die, die! 'What the heck are you doing, you brainless idiot?!"

  "Four one trip his father and son all came to court he forced us two to draw a picture of pressing... can't fight! Play!"

  He picked up the pot lid that we had just moved and slammed it down: "Get the hell out of here!"

  The dragon quickly rolled and crawled back into the trench, and conveniently returned the pot lid that had just been used to smash it.

  "Dragon: "What's wrong with you? Why are you yelling at me while eating?"

  Little Ant: "Rush onto the battlefield and sing loudly. We will set up torches in the dark night."

  Mystic Dragon: "......Where did this come from?" He glanced at Dead Dead. Dead Dead stared at the little poet, then started panting and looking up at the sky: "What's with you? What kind of thing is this?"

  "Die die die: 'I brought anti-tank guns!'"

  Krupp, who had been dozing off, woke up with a start: "Ah! The cannon!"

  He let out a groan and then pressed his massive body against the war defense cannon that was parked in the pit, after which we never saw him get up again.

  "Mystic Dragon: 'That thing can't eat or sleep... I'm talking about humans.'"

  "He came by himself!"

  He died and died, yet continued to gaze up at the sky gasping for air.

  Now the Japanese are dancing a not-so-strange dance on the battlefield, and even we can understand that they are acting out transplanting seedlings or harvesting, in this regard, there is no difference between us.

  He's dead, dead, climbing on the same ladder as me, looking at me with annoyance. I guarantee that what's annoying him now is not in the west coast, but right here in our pit.