Records of the Japanese Invaders’ Brutal Acts – Confessions Before Death (Ode to a Female Martyr) [ (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

Records of the Atrocities of the Japanese Invaders: A Dying Confession of a Female Martyr

Narrated by: Miyamoto Kenji (formerly the 34th Squadron, 12th Battalion, 230th Regiment, 38th Division)

Recorded by: Kobayashi Jiro, Taijima Nagisa

Translation: He Xinjian Proofreading: Kong Qifan

I am already in the late stage of liver cancer. I have always wanted to talk about that incident, but I have never dared to say it because I still have a son and a grandson. Whether from a selfish perspective or a face-saving perspective, I dare not speak out easily.

People who understand me say that I can repent until my death, but those who don’t understand me will definitely point to my descendants and say that they are a sinful family.

In fact, every time I went to the Yasukuni Shrine, I did not dare to go in. First, I was afraid that they would see my guilty conscience, and second, I felt nauseous in my heart. I knew that if I had died in the war, I would not deserve to have a seat here. During my time in China, I did everything a militarist soldier could do. I cannot evade or whitewash it, because it was a war, especially an aggressive war. It was impossible for me to maintain my humanity and personality, but I also had to participate in committing crime. We went there to commit crime.

In 1941, we gathered together with the 18th Division, the 51st Division and the 104th Division, and under the command of Lieutenant General Tanaka Hisaichi, launched an attack on the British troops guarding Hong Kong. This battle was the most difficult one. Our soldiers fell down in large numbers, but the Bushido spirit was at work at that time. This suicidal attack finally forced the British army to withdraw its defense line after 18 days, and then the entire line collapsed.

We occupied Hong Kong by stepping on blood and corpses. I was just a new recruit in the army. I admit to having killed four British soldiers and stabbed a still-breathing British prisoner to death with a bayonet; at that time, no officer announced the Geneva Treaty to us. The order we got was: kill, kill, kill.

War and bloodshed drive people crazy. Smoking marijuana is addictive, taking drugs is addictive, and you may not know that killing is also addictive; this is an addiction that ranks first in the world. It can give you a sense of pleasure in killing, and it also allows you to know the essence of the power of life and death. This is the most exciting game in the world. You can feel the greatness and pride of your existence by killing people.

Our soldiers and I all became murderers, but at that time we did not know about the Nanjing Massacre on December 12, 1937, so I thought it was the masterpiece of the entire army. After returning to China, I listened to the broadcast of the Chinese military court's trial of Lieutenant General Tani Hisao of the Sixth Division, and only then did I realize that our massacre was only a percentage of theirs. From a feeling perspective, I don't like the Chinese women in Hong Kong. They don't have good figures, and can be said to be short and stocky, like the product of incestuous marriages, and are not best-selling products. But during the war, there was no spare time for aesthetic appreciation.

What's more, all the women in our comfort stations were urgently recruited to Kunming to comfort the officers and soldiers of the 23rd Division who had just won the victory. They had been gone for forty-five days, and their superiors said they would return before the war. However, some of our officers and soldiers had already died under the bullets of the British Army, and they still hadn't returned. They said they were sniped on the way back. The lower-level officers and soldiers said that they didn't know which triumphant army had intercepted them.

I have to admit that the British army is indeed a well-trained team, better at fighting and more capable than the Chinese army. The more they do this, the more it inspires our Bushido spirit. I was the seventeenth person to rush into Hong Kong and the first to rush into St. Stephen's College.

◆Interruption: According to the information provided in the "China Theater Sexual Crime Report No.: 435-54760" that we consulted, it said that the 229th Regiment entered St. Stephen's Hospital after being attacked by snipers during a search, is that correct? If this is true, then entering the hospital is justified, and the massacre of wounded and sick British soldiers is also well-founded?

This is not right. At that time, the British army collapsed across the board and no gunfire could be heard in Hong Kong; the 229th Regiment remained outside the city to defend and did not enter the city at all. Only we entered St. Stephen's College in silent waiting.

It was probably twenty minutes from the time I approached the hospital to the time I finally entered it. I didn't hear a single gunshot, nor did I see a single comrade fall. The subsequent gunfire was caused by our own people. The reports of casualties from sniper fire were obviously fabricated.

Our entire squadron rushed in because the locals had provided information that more than 90 wounded and sick British soldiers were hiding in St. Stephen's College. At this time, a group of female doctors and nurses came up, surrounded us and told us that this was a hospital and we were not allowed to search. The squadron leader, Major Kitaro, ordered: Keep them all under guard and search for the British soldiers. Seventy-eight female doctors and nurses were taken into a large room by Team 12 to await processing, because their leader said that these were all civilian patients and there were no wounded British soldiers.

Our intelligence revealed that all the wounded and sick British soldiers were hiding in St. Stephen's College. As expected, we found more than ninety wounded and sick British soldiers in the hospital. Yoshida Daisaku gave the order, and we used bayonets to kill 64 struggling British wounded and sick soldiers in one go. This place became a slaughterhouse, and the howling of the British who were killed but not dead was everywhere.

The 229th Regiment was ordered to enter the city to change guard. They broke into St. Stephen's Hospital and saw a group of pretty women being held there, so they immediately surrounded the house. When we saw this, we decided that we couldn't let them take advantage of this, so we gave up slaughtering the wounded and sick British soldiers and rushed forward with guns; the two teams confronted each other. The 229th Regiment shouted loudly: We haven’t seen any comfort women for three months. We shouted back at them: Us too, for three whole months.

At this time, the leaders of both sides came over after hearing the news. They first looked at the soldiers who were burning with desire, and then looked at the terrified Chinese woman. No one knew what the two discussed, but in short, both sides selected twelve people to guard all the passages and gates of the academy. It was at this time that the Chinese women may have noticed our intention and rushed out of the house while the guards were not paying attention. They started fighting with the guards and shouted loudly, hoping that someone would come to rescue them.

We rushed forward together and fought with them. The squadron leader, Yoshida Daisaku, grabbed the hair of the most beautiful female doctor and closed the door. The hair was caught in the crack of the door. The woman did not dare to struggle; if she struggled, a strand of hair would fall off.

I saw her bending over with her head on the ground and her hips raised up. Yoshida Daisaku might have been irritated by the woman in front of him who kept cursing, or he might have been planning to torture these Chinese women who he had gotten for free. He cut the woman's belt with his saber. The woman screamed and turned her head to protect her waist, and a piece of her hair was torn out. The squadron leader took off her shoes and grabbed her trouser legs and pulled them down. The whole hospital could hear the woman's scream, like a cat burned by fire.

Yoshida Daisaku raised his boot and kicked the female doctor hard on the temple. The woman immediately lost her voice and collapsed to the ground. Two soldiers went up, stripped off the pants of the unconscious woman, then turned her over and placed her face up at the feet of the squadron leader. He threw away his sword and shouted: Let us comfort them, they have been waiting for us for eighteen days, soldiers, don't let them scold us Japanese for being incompetent. Now I command: Ready, target, all Chinese women here, advance, occupy, destroy. Concentrate all your firepower and fire! As soon as we heard this, we immediately overturned the struggling female doctor and nurse.

The entire college playground was turned into a rape playground. The one I knocked down was a nurse who was about 18 or 19 years old.

Freckles, all black, a bulbous nose, and eyes swollen from crying. But I had no choice at all at that time, and it was impossible. Rape spreads very quickly like a plague. I knocked out the Chinese woman who was biting me with the butt of my rifle.

She fell to the ground with blood oozing from her head and mouth. I used my bayonet to tear apart her shirt and underwear, her pants and panties, and then, like all the soldiers, I raped her on Chinese soil. While I was raping her, she woke up and scratched my cheek. I struck her with the back of the knife, knocking out all her teeth; her face was covered in blood. As soon as I climbed up from her, she was dragged aside by five or six soldiers and raped. Now, the entire playground was filled with half-naked Japanese soldiers and naked Chinese women with disheveled hair who were either lying or running around.

After raping the two most beautiful women held down by the soldiers, the two regiment commanders sat high up on a newly built platform, watching their men charging and firing at the Chinese women. In broad daylight, each Chinese woman was raped by an average of six soldiers; but these Chinese women were not to be trifled with. They took out a pair of scissors from somewhere and in the chaos pierced the carotid arteries of eight soldiers, cut off the genitals of five officers and soldiers, and stabbed three pairs of scissors into the soldiers' stomachs.

We discovered it very late, mainly because the scene was too chaotic and noisy. Eighteen of our officers and soldiers were stabbed to death by these indomitable Chinese women. Among them is the Colonel Norio Yamashima, whom we admire every day. So, all the women who had been raped were tied together and the murderer was tracked down, but none of them turned themselves in.

Finally, we set up machine guns to threaten them, and if they didn't come out and confess, we would kill them all with machine guns. I saw at least fourteen Chinese women who were so scared that they wet their pants, covered their naked thighs with their hands and trembled violently, and two women simply collapsed on the ground. Most women gritted their teeth, covered their chests, and hoped to be killed by a burst of machine gun fire. But they were wrong.

These 64 Chinese women were tied together and given anesthesia by military doctors. They were thrown onto a truck, blindfolded, and taken to an unknown villa in the suburbs to serve as military prostitutes. The villa was surrounded by iron nets and had electricity. Most of them were unwilling to be insulted, and resistance and suicide attempts happened from time to time: one woman dug her throat with her fingernails and almost suffocated her. The squad leader was so angry that he chopped off both of her hands with a saber; as a result, the woman fainted on the spot; at the same time, eight soldiers pounced on her, and when the sixth one finished and the seventh one had not yet come up, the woman had already died.

There was also a woman who had such a strong energy that no soldier could have sex with her successfully. Upon seeing this, the team leader gathered people and tied her naked body to a round wooden barrel, with her face up and her legs spread out. Soldiers, you don’t have to work hard this time. Just roll the barrel. Within three days, the woman also died.

This was not the cruelest thing. The cruelest thing was that a female doctor refused to surrender. Three soldiers finally pushed her to the ground, but she still fought desperately. The squad leader ordered her hands to be tied behind her back, pulled out the bayonet, and had the soldiers pull her legs apart and insert the sword into her vagina. Then he let her stand up and walk freely. Poor woman, she tried to pull it out with her hands but couldn’t, and blood was flowing. This was a strong-willed woman. She endured the pain, stood up, spread her legs and sat down on the ground. She screamed and died tragically on the playground.

One woman bit off a soldier's nose while being forced to perform comfort work, causing the soldier to jump and scream on the spot, holding his nose in pain. The woman was tied to a telephone pole, and was used as a target. Her breasts were first shattered with a pistol from a distance, and finally her stomach was cut open, her uterus was cut out, enlarged and put on the woman's head. Under the exposure to the sun, the uterine membrane began to shrink back, and finally the woman's head was tightly clamped. The woman struggled all the time to try to catch her breath, but was eventually suffocated to death by the increasingly tight constricting cage.

We call this "going back where you came from" and it's often done in the Philippines. Perhaps the most hateful thing was the squadron leader's hobby. He had developed a hobby at some point, and he specialized in eating roasted female uteruses, especially those of virgins. So, he cut open the stomach of a 15-year-old female nurse who had been tied up long ago and kept away from the soldiers, and took out her uterus, which was only as big as an egg, and roasted it with tiles. The girl never died, and her blood and intestines were all over the floor. She lay on the side, watching her organs being roasted and eaten by the squadron leader. Finally, she died with her head tilted. Her heart was taken out by another soldier while it was still hot and eaten raw.

Perhaps it was these things that led them to take an unexpected action.

While comforting the 230th Regiment, they actually bit off the genitals of 23 soldiers at the same time, causing a serious accident in which 18 people died despite rescue efforts. I was ordered to kill the eight captured Chinese women one by one with a military knife, first cutting open their stomachs and then chopping off their heads. I saw with my own eyes the white bodies being broken one by one under my sword.

That night, I had nightmares and kept shouting and screaming; later I was sent to a mental hospital for treatment. During the invasion of China, I raped 34 Chinese women, killed eight women with my own hands, and shot and crippled three women.

After Japan surrendered, I always wanted to speak out, but I never had the courage. Today, I speak out because my beloved son, daughter-in-law, and five-year-old grandson all died in a car accident in Hokkaido the day before yesterday. I have no relatives in this world.

This is retribution, and I deserve it; it is retribution for the evil I have done in China. Master Daoguang said that the sins of this world are too grave to be washed away, and I can only speak of these sins when I am dying. Militarism must never appear again. There is no need for our Self-Defense Forces to go abroad to carry out UN missions.

I cannot say that I feel sorry for the victimized women in China; this is not something that someone like me would say, and I am no longer worthy of saying such things. I said that after I die, my ashes should be taken to China and scattered in the mule and horse market, where they will be trampled on by inhuman things and I will not have peace. This can be considered as my atonement. It would also be fine to remove my ashes to the old site of Stephen's College in Hong Kong.

The issue of comfort women, especially the issue of Chinese comfort women, is an important issue that affects whether the friendship between the two countries can truly develop healthily. If we want the Japanese government to acknowledge it, we, the perpetrators of the evil, must first acknowledge it.

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