[The Shanshuping Incident] Author: Shi Yan

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The Shanshuping Incident
Author: Shi Yan
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(I)
You mentioned the Shanshuping Incident? Alas, how tragic! Although it happened decades ago, I
still can't help but feel sad when I think about it.
I was the only survivor among the government staff in Shanshuping at the time. Logically, I
should be happy to have survived, but when I think of my comrades who died, alas!
At that time, I was twenty years old, but I was already a veteran who had experienced countless battles. Shanshuping was the only way to
several villages in the mountains, and the temporary gathering place for the grain requisition team was set up here. In those days, the grain requisition
team had almost completed its task, and the temporary granaries were full, just waiting to be transported out of the mountains. The army sent
our platoon to protect the grain transport team, and District Chief Zhao from the district also personally came to Shanshuping to inspect the preparations for transporting the grain.
We arrived in Shanshuping the first day and rested in the Qiao Family Compound, preparing to escort the grain team out early the next morning
. It was still dark when I heard gunfire outside the town. Having fought in many battles, I jumped out of bed,
grabbed my gun, and rushed into the courtyard. The platoon leader and the others were already assembling their troops there. It was then that I realized
there was gunfire coming from both the east and west sides of the town, and it was very intense.
Shanshuping was backed by cliffs to the north and bordered by a river to the south, with only two gates, one on the east and one on the west. The platoon had sentries in both directions
, but given their numbers, there shouldn't be such dense gunfire. I sensed something was wrong.
After the troops were assembled, the sentries from the east and west sides returned with reports that a large number of bandits had surrounded the town
, numbering several hundred. We all knew the seriousness of the situation. With just our platoon,
it was impossible to fight against an enemy ten times our size. We had to contact the main force outside the mountains for reinforcements. So
the platoon leader sent someone to try to break out and report to the county.
Relying on the skills I'd honed at gathering herbs at home, I managed to climb the cliff barehanded. Then I ran as fast as I could,
covering three or four miles, when I encountered a small group of bandits robbing a village. Without hesitation, I charged into
their midst, killing their leader. Taking advantage of the other bandits' momentary hesitation, I stole their horse and
rode off. The bandits fired bullets from behind, but not a single one hit me.
The county town was over fifty miles from Shanshuping, a mountain road. I hurried as fast as I could, arriving at the regimental headquarters late in the day, my
horse trembling with exhaustion. Upon hearing this, the regimental commander, without a word, grabbed his gun and ordered the entire regiment to assemble immediately, assigning me to lead
the way to Shanshuping.
At that time, the roads were all mountain paths, accessible only on foot. Although everyone was marching at a forced pace, by
the time we reached Shanshuping, the sun was already setting.
Looking into the distance, twenty or thirty houses in Shanshuping were ablaze, but there was no gunfire. I knew the platoon leader and
his men were finished.
Sure enough, as soon as we reached the east entrance of the town, we saw seven or eight comrades lying behind makeshift sandbag bunkers.
Some were shot, others were mangled beyond recognition; none were alive.
Further in, not far along, another comrade's body lay behind a street corner, riddled with
bullet holes. As we walked towards the Hou Family Ancestral Hall in the town center, we saw more and more bodies lying by the roadside. Ahead was
the Qiao Family Compound, originally the old residence of a retired academician. To defend against bandits,
watchtowers had been built at each of the four corners. The one closest to the street corner was burned black, and the surrounding houses were reduced to rubble.
Our intuition told us something must have happened here, so we rushed into
the watchtower, still reeking of acrid smoke. Upon reaching the upper floor, the scene was horrific. The platoon leader and six or seven comrades lay on the ground, their collars
torn open, mouths agape, in agony.
Having fought many battles, I had seen this before. They had suffocated to death from the smoke; they must have
been fighting the bandits upstairs, only to be burned alive.
We continued into town, turning another corner to reach the Hou Family Ancestral Hall, the
temporary headquarters and granary of the grain requisition team. The team members and District Chief Zhao had stayed there the previous night.
In front of the hall was a large open space. As we approached, a strong stench of blood assaulted
our nostrils. Dozens of corpses lay scattered about, most shot, some with
their trousers pulled down and urinated out.
Around the trees, a dozen mutilated bodies were bound, their muscles stripped away, leaving only stark
white skeletons. What was even more intolerable was that in the middle of the open space, a long row of
tables and long tables of varying sizes were neatly arranged, upon which lay more than a dozen female corpses.
These female corpses were all very young, probably not even twenty years old, their hands and feet bound together behind their backs
, all naked, exposing every aspect of their womanhood. Some of the female corpses had been decapitated, their heads lying on the ground, the rest
of their hair stuck together in clumps of blood, and their genitals were red,
swollen, and stained, clearly having been defiled before death.
The district chief here, Zhao, was our regimental commander's betrothed wife, and she was in Shanshuping at the time, so the commander rushed
over, examining each female corpse one by one, but none of them were Zhao. At this moment, a soldier shouted:
"Commander, look!"
Following the direction he pointed, we were furious. We saw a
horizontal bar hanging from the stone archway at the west street entrance, with a snow-white object at each end of the bar, seemingly two women. We rushed over, and sure enough,
there were two women.
A rope was tied to a thick wooden stick, which was suspended from the middle of the archway. At each end of the stick was a
naked young girl, the stick inserted into their vaginas and exiting through their mouths. The girls' hands were tied
behind their backs, their four bare feet bound together on the stick, lying face down. Each of their four small, pointed nipples
was adorned with a copper bell. The area around their vaginas was covered in male filth, clearly indicating they had been defiled before death
.
Words were written in blood on their bodies. On their snow-white buttocks were written: "You share my property, I share
your wife." On the inner thighs, near the groin, was drawn a large phallus inserted into their vaginas.
On one leg was written, "xx men raped me." On the front of one of the girls, whose legs were longer,
was written in blood, "The Fate of the Communist Female District Chief," and on the front of another girl was written, "
The Fate of the Communist Grain Collector."
From the writing on their thighs, it was clear that District Chief Zhao had been raped by 237 men before her death, and the
female grain collector had been raped by 234 men.
Yesterday, I had seen District Chief Zhao. She was a young woman, not yet twenty, very
beautiful. She had been the secretary of the underground student branch at the Provincial No. 1 Middle School. After liberation, she was transferred to be the district chief. Through
the organization's introduction, she became engaged to our regimental commander, but tragically, she was brutally raped and murdered here by bandits. Our regimental commander was furious; his eyes were filled with rage. Later, when fighting bandits, he 　　charged forward like
a madman in every battle . 　　The regimental commander never married and spent decades guarding the Martyrs' Cemetery in Shanshuping. 　　The townspeople were terrified by the bandits' brutality and dared not approach us for a long time. Only 　　after the bandits were wiped out did we begin to learn from them about the martyrs' sacrifices. It was a truly tragic 　　yet heroic scene, filled with sorrow, immense anger at the bandits' cruelty, and 　　profound respect for the martyrs' bravery. The stories of the two female martyrs, in particular, were deeply moving and unforgettable. 　　( 　　II 　　) 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　The bandits tried to use fire, 　　but they couldn't even carry enough firewood to get up there. 　　Later, the bandit leader, who had a pockmarked face and was supposedly some kind of commander, ordered his men to 　　capture about ten women and children from the town as human shields. Only then could they reach the watchtower and set it ablaze . 　　The bandits shouted outside, demanding surrender from those upstairs, to which the men replied, "You bastards, give up 　　! I'd rather die than surrender!" They 　　fired shots as they shouted. The fire burned for a long time before it finally died down. The fire also set fire to the neighboring houses, burning down 　　about ten rooms and killing Wang Gou'er's nursing baby and his elderly mother, who was bedridden 　　. Alas! These bandits were truly inhuman! 　　While the pillbox was being burned, a fierce battle was also raging at the Hou Family Ancestral Hall. A dozen or so members of the grain requisition team, along with 　　the female district head, were inside, firing sniper shots and killing several bandits. Unfortunately, there were too many bandits, and 　　the grain requisition team was short of guns and ammunition. After a while, they ran out of ammunition and had to use wooden poles to prop up the gate 　　, climb onto the four walls of the courtyard, and throw tiles out, hoping to buy time for 　　reinforcements to arrive. 　　By the time the bandits blew open the gate of the Hou Family Ancestral Hall, it was almost lunchtime. Although the work team members were 　　brave, they couldn't fight hundreds of people unarmed, and they were all captured in the blink of an eye. 　　The bandits first drove the townspeople to the open space in front of the ancestral hall, found a few women, forced them 　　to cook, and then made the people watch them eat. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the so-called commander stood 　　in front of the crowd and gave a speech. They talked about how great Chiang Kai-shek was and how terrible Mao Zedong was, claiming they 　　were acting on Chiang's orders to reclaim lost territory. They said anyone who followed them would be promoted and made rich, while those who followed Mao 　　would suffer. Then they called out who was willing to become bandits. 　　The commander shouted several times, but no one was willing to go with them. The commander got angry: "Fine, I'll give 　　you wealth and glory, but you don't want them. You insist on jumping into the fire pit with the Communists. Well, I'll grant your wish." 　　He made the townspeople walk past him one by one, then he called out some young and strong men 　　to stand on one side, and pulled out all the young women with short hair to stand on the other side. He took a pistol 　　and went to the front of the group of young men, asking them one by one if they were willing to become bandits. Those who refused 　　were shot dead. Some were scared and later followed them, but twenty or thirty others were also killed. 　　The bandit commander said, "You see? This is what happens when you follow the Communist bandits." Then, he ordered his 　　men to bring the captured grain requisition team out of the ancestral hall. Including the driver they hired, there were eleven men in total 　　. There were also two women, one from the grain requisition team and the other, supposedly the district head. They were both city girls, in 　　their late teens or early twenties, with fair and pretty faces. The bandits tied the eleven men to the large 　　trees around the open space, and the two women were grouped with the short-haired women who had been chosen. 　　The bandit commander ordered the men to be stripped naked, and had about ten bandits stand in front of them with short knives 　　. He then demanded that they surrender, but they refused. He then ordered them to speak ill of the Communists, but they refused again. The commander then 　　ordered the bandits to cut pieces of flesh from their bodies, questioning them as they cut, until they were reduced to skeletons 　　. 　　After killing the eleven grain requisition team members, the commander went to the group of short-haired women. He first 　　singled out the female district chief and the female grain requisition team member and made them stand aside. Then he ordered the remaining twenty-odd women to curse the Communists. These 　　women, the youngest only fourteen and the oldest no more than eighteen, weren't actually prostitutes. They had simply 　　cut their hair because they liked the look of the female cadres and had been dragged out by the bandits. 　　Although they weren't prostitutes, these girls were still quite courageous, refusing to utter a single 　　word against the Communists, even at the cost of their lives. 　　The commander was furious: "Fine, so you've all been reddened by the Communists? Very well, the Communists don't want to..."

"You want to share wives? I'll share your wives then!" With that, he ordered the bandits to drag the girls
into the ancestral hall to share their wives.
Several girls cried and cursed, but refused to say anything bad about the harem. They clung to their clothes, refusing
to leave, and were forcibly dragged into the ancestral hall by a group of bandits. We could hear shrill cries and curses from inside, along with the bandits'
laughter, until finally only the bandits' voices remained. The bandits went in in waves, emerging
drenched in sweat, some even fastening their trousers as they walked. We all knew they had ruined these girls
.
As soon as the girls were dragged away, the bandit commander ordered his men to pull the female district head and the female grain collector to the front of the crowd
. The two girls, seeing the women being dragged into the ancestral hall, knew what awaited them, so their faces flushed
red. They desperately tried to break free from the bandits holding their arms, constantly cursing them as beasts and scoundrels.
The bandit commander walked up to the female district chief, grinning wickedly, and said, "I never expected that District Chief Zhao would be such
a young beauty. It's just a pity you've chosen the wrong path. How about it, come with me and become my third concubine. When President Chiang Kai-
shek succeeds in his counterattack on the mainland, I'll let you go back to the city, where you can eat and drink well, wear gold and silver. Even if you want to be
an official, you can be a bureau chief or something. Isn't that better than being exposed to the wind and sun in these mountains?"
(III)
The female district chief turned her head and spat in the commander's face. The commander immediately became furious and cursed
, "You ungrateful wretch! You won't listen to reason, so I'll make you look bad in public and make you
cry for your parents!"
As he spoke, he pounced on her, grabbing her breasts through her clothes and kneading them vigorously
.
The female district chief struggled for a long time but couldn't move. Her face flushed, she cried out, "Folks, don't look! They can defile my
body, but they can't defile my heart!"
Although we mountain folk may not have seen much of the world, we still knew this much, and they all turned their heads away.
That bandit commander was a real bastard. He turned back, took a gun from his henchman, and shot an old woman
dead. Then he shouted, "Damn it, I'll fuck this communist district chief! You all better look carefully
! Anyone who dares to look away, I'll shoot their guts out!"
After saying this, he handed the gun back to his henchman, turned back, and reached between the female district chief's legs with his right hand,
grabbing her crotch.
The girl cursed with the most vicious words she could muster, then looked up at the sky and fell silent
. I saw her thighs clench tightly together, seemingly resisting the man's humiliation. Her slender body
trembled uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes were moist, her small mouth was tightly closed, and the flesh on her cheeks bulged as if she were
clenching her teeth.
The pockmarked commander grinned wickedly, kneading the girl's breasts while occasionally grabbing her crotch and lifting her
off the ground. Then he would hold her waist and force his lower body pressed tightly against hers.
The commander ordered the two bandits holding the female district chief to turn the girl around, then let the people watch as he pinched the girl
's buttocks and rubbed his lower body against hers. Then he went over to play with the female grain requisition officer.
After playing with both girls, he called over a tall,
thin man in his thirties with a fair complexion, wearing a Kuomintang officer's uniform. They called him the chief of staff. He handed the female grain requisition officer over to the chief of staff and
returned to the female district chief.
"Now, I'm going to skin you alive, so what? Surrender or not?" the commander asked.
"Pah!" The female district chief turned her head away
, refusing to look at him. The commander ripped open the female district chief's upper garment and had the bandits holding her help her take it off, revealing a
white undershirt underneath. Then he went around to her back. Two bandits
lifted the female district chief's thin arms, revealing small tufts of black hair under her armpits. Then the commander reached his hands from both sides of her
body, grasped her two bulging breasts, rubbed them, and then forcefully tore the undershirt in half, revealing the girl's two small
breasts. The breasts were pointed, and the nipples were red, clearly the tender buds of a girl who had never been with a man.
The commander then said, "Aren't you supposed to serve the people? Well then, you, the district head, will
serve the people here this once and let everyone see your tender buttocks."
With that, he unzipped the girl's pants…
The district head had a very slender waist, rounded hips, and her two fair thighs were tightly pressed together. There was
a tuft of black hair in that area, neither sparse nor dense. Although I'm almost sixty, I've never seen
such a beautiful, fair-skinned woman's body. The female grain collector was just as fair and tender, with the same red nipples and
the same dark pubic hair. Seeing this, I couldn't help but get an erection.
The commander and the chief of staff, in front of the whole town, grabbed the district head's and the grain collector's breasts
for a long time, making their snow-white breasts red. Then they touched her thighs and lower body in public, and finally ordered
them to turn around, facing away from the crowd, so we could see their snow-white buttocks.
The commander, while grabbing handfuls of the female district chief's buttocks, leered and said, "If you don't
surrender, I'll let everyone see your tender cunt, and then I'll give you a good beating, how about it?"
The female district chief didn't move and didn't utter a sound until she died.
The pockmarked commander said, "Well then, let's let you be eagles for a while, so everyone can get to know your white ass
."
As he spoke, he ordered the bandits holding them to twist their arms, which were originally forced to be raised, behind their backs
, grabbing their wrists with one hand and pressing their backs with the other, lifting their wrists backward and upward, causing the two girls' waists to bend down,
their arms swinging backward, looking like the wings of two large birds.
What was most... indecent, were their buttocks, sticking up towards the sky, the flesh on their buttocks taut, obscuring
the groove between their thighs. Because the flesh was stretched taut, the cleft between their buttocks was also pulled open, revealing the girls'
small anuses, and the two folds of flesh that appeared and disappeared between their tightly pressed thighs.
The pockmarked commander didn't want them with their legs together, so he called over several bandits, tied their
ankles with ropes, and pulled them apart, finally revealing the area between the women's legs
.
The pockmarked commander and chief of staff touched the two girls' buttocks and thighs, occasionally brushing against their
light pink anuses, then using their fingers to separate the two thick, tightly closed labia, revealing the tender
red flesh inside. They first inserted their middle fingers deep into the flesh, then slowly rotated their fingers, causing
red blood to flow from the girls' openings.
"Haha! I didn't expect District Chief Zhao to be an original, I'm really lucky," the pockmarked commander
said with a wicked grin, pulling his hand out, licking the blood off his fingers, then inserting them again, quickly thrusting back and forth
a dozen times. He held her lower body like this, lifting her buttocks off the ground, her feet off the ground, yet she still
didn't make a sound.
"Too dry, probably not thick enough, not satisfying enough?" the commander said, pulling out his middle finger and
then inserting his thumb. He played with it for a while, but seeing that the girl's lower body was still dry, he
lost patience. He squatted down, facing the female district chief's buttocks, pinched her labia with both hands
, pulled them apart, and spat into her vagina. Then he stood up, took off his pants, and, holding his erect,
iron-like penis, pushed it into the female district chief's buttocks.
The two bandit leaders, in front of the entire town, played with the two young female cadres, and then ordered their
men to play with them. They changed men seven or eight times in a row, taking turns with all the bandits who hadn't entered the ancestral hall.
After their ordeal, the pockmarked commander ordered all the girls in the ancestral hall to be brought out. They were all naked
, their eyes mostly red from crying, and their inner thighs stained with dried blood. Some were so exhausted they could
barely stand.
The bandit commander ordered the girls to be lined up on either side of two female cadres, their buttocks raised,
and then ordered the young men who had been forced to follow them to take turns having sex with the girls. Afraid of death, they dared
not disobey and went along with it, but mostly unwillingly, only inserting their penises a couple
of times to get by.
The bandit commander hadn't intended for them to enjoy anything with these women; he only wanted to make
them devoted to bandits, so he didn't pursue the matter further.
(iv)
To taint everyone in the town with corruption, the pockmarked commander ordered the bandits to
drag out all the men in town and have them take turns having sex with the girls, from young to old.
Before they could have sex with the girls, each of them was made to penetrate two female cadres ten times. Four or five of the first refused,
so the pockmarked commander ordered the bandits to cut off their genitals, causing them to die in agony.
The rest had no choice but to obey the bandits' orders. The people lined up in a long, snaking line, and
whoever's turn it was to first unzip his pants, take out his penis, and rub it against the buttocks of the female district head or grain collector until he was hard.
Then he would insert his penis into their vaginas ten times from behind, then penetrate another female cadre ten times.
Only then would he choose a girl to rape, with bandits counting the number of men.
Our town wasn't very big to begin with. Years of war had driven away 70-80% of the population,
leaving only a few hundred households. That day, there were only about 400-500 men at home. Aside from those forced into banditry
, about half of the remaining men—probably around 200—had been forced to rape the two female cadres. Fortunately,
the government didn't pursue the matter further; otherwise, 70% of the men in the town would probably have lost their heads. Even so,
about ten men later committed suicide.
I was older, so I was at the back of the line. Just before it was my turn, a bandit ran to tell the pockmarked commander
that Communist reinforcements were still several miles away and the bandits were in a hurry to retreat. That's why they spared me. Otherwise, I
really don't know whether I would have been killed by the bandits for refusing to participate in the rape, or whether I would have been haunted by guilt for the rest of my life because I was afraid of death
.
The pockmarked commander ordered his bandits to catch up with a group of villagers and carry
many tables and long tables from nearby houses to an open space. They arranged them in a long row behind the girls, then bound the
girls who had been raped for cutting their hair short with ropes, placing them face down with their feet facing the crowd on the tables. He
said viciously, "You communist girls who have been turned red by the communists, I want the Communists to see your naked
corpses!"
He ordered his bandits, armed with knives and guns, to ask each girl whether they preferred to be beheaded
or have their bodies preserved and be shot in the underworld. There's a saying here: the body and head are one;
a person separated from their body will have an incomplete body even as a ghost. So who wouldn't want a complete corpse? But a woman, even one who
has lost her virginity, doesn't want to be killed in that place. It's truly a difficult decision.
Some girls chose to be beheaded, so the bandits moved them forward, letting their heads peek
out from behind the table. Someone from behind would insert a thumb-thick twig into their genitals, and while they arched as they were being penetrated
, the bandits in front would chop off their heads with broadswords.
Later, realizing that beheading wouldn't prevent their genitals from being violated, the girls all chose to be shot. The bandits would insert
a long gun into their swollen vulvas, then fire. The bullet would pierce through them completely,
exiting from the top of their heads. Their limbs would struggle a few times in their death throes before they died.
The bandits then killed the female district head and the female grain collector. When they were raped, they were only restrained by the bandits;
now, their hands were bound behind their backs. The two men still held her down. The pockmarked commander ordered a pen to be brought, dipped it in
the blood of the beheaded girl, and wrote words on the female district chief's body, from the base of her neck to the top of her pubic hair .
He then ordered her to be turned around and have words written on her buttocks as well. He then had her lifted onto a table, spread her legs, and
drew a large penis inserted into her vagina on the inside of each of her two snow-white thighs.
The chief of staff, who looked scholarly, showed no shame in doing this; he took the pen and also
wrote and drew on the female grain collector's body. Only then did the bandits strip the two female cadres of their remaining shoes and socks,
cross their legs, and tie their ankles together. Two bandits held their shoulders to prevent them from moving, leaving them with only their
legs spread apart.
The pockmarked commander ordered the bandits to cut down a small fir tree, about the thickness of an arm, hastily scraped off the bark, and cut off a length of about ten feet.
A wooden stick, sharpened at both ends, was used. One bandit grabbed the female district chief's feet and lifted her up, while two other bandits
held her buttocks apart, exposing her genitals.
The female district chief knew what the bandits were going to do to her. She finally cursed, "Don't be so arrogant. Soon
you'll be finished, and someone will avenge us."
The commander grinned maliciously and personally inserted one end of the wooden stick under her feet, aiming the tip at her
vulva.
I only heard the girl scream in agony. Then the bandits lifted her and the stick onto an
empty large table. Four or five other bandits lifted the female grain collector face down onto the table as well. The two girls lay on the table, feet to feet, with the wooden stick protruding from the female district chief's buttocks. She was 　　coughing up
large amounts of blood. 　　The pockmarked commander himself reached his hands between the female district chief's buttocks and gripped the cedar stick. He ordered the 　　other bandits to grab her hands, two to pull her buttocks, and two to grab her feet, 　　aligning the female grain collector's vulva, which was writhing in agony, with the other end of the stick. Then, with a sharp pull towards her feet, they yanked her down, and with another scream, both girls 　　were impaled on the same cedar stick. 　　The bandits tied the girls' feet together with rope, then pulled hard on their hands, which were bound behind their backs, 　　bringing them even closer together. Their legs were completely bent, and the tip of the stick pierced their mouths. The girls' bodies 　　trembled, blood gushing from their mouths and flowing down their chins to the ground. Not satisfied, they 　　tied the stick in the middle with a rope and ordered the bandits to carry it to the nearby chastity archway and hang it. That archway 　　was a testament to the chastity of three generations of my Hou family's ancestors, yet it was used by bandits to do such a thing! 　　The female district head was taller and heavier, so after being hoisted up, her side sank downwards. The pockmarked 　　commander then ordered someone to hang a bag of broken stones around the female grain requisitioner's neck to level her. Finally, 　　they tied two copper bells, the kind worn around a horse's neck, to each of the two girls' nipples, and that was it. 　　As they left, the pockmarked commander said, "In town, I have my eyes and ears. Who dares to collect their bodies? 　　They'll be sorry." 　　The bandits left, and the people were all afraid. Who dared to collect their bodies? They were too ashamed to face the arriving People's Liberation Army, so 　　they all ran home to hide. When the People's Liberation Army arrived, they put out the fire and went door-to-door comforting the people. They even came to my house to inquire about 　　our well-being. When people asked how those people died and what the bandits had done to them, how could I possibly explain? 　　When the authorities came to investigate, the townspeople could only give a brief account of the bandits' actions, but no one dared to admit 　　that they had been forced by the bandits to do *that* with the female district head. Even though they were forced, 　　could you really sleep with someone else's woman just to save your own life? How could they say that? This matter was kept secret for over two years, 　　but eventually, the truth came out. 　　The girls who were killed for cutting their hair short were all from the town; everyone knew each other all the time—some 　　were daughters, some were sisters. But at that time, no one cared about anyone else. You raped someone's daughter 　　, someone slept with your sister. After the bandits left, these people all harbored unresolved resentments. Even 　　after many years, they still acted like enemies when they met. 　　When the townspeople heard that the regimental commander who led the rescue troops was the female district head's betrothed, they were terrified 　　. They came to liberate you, and you raped their woman. Even though it wasn't consensual, 　　how many people can accept such a thing? A bunch of ordinary people in the town treated it like an enemy. After all, he was 　　a regimental commander in charge of thousands of men, on par with our county magistrate. If something like this happened, he could kill or torture you— 　　what could you say? 　　Later, I heard that after the regimental commander found out, he stood shirtless in the courtyard for two days 　　and two nights in the dead of winter, still silently forgiving the people of Shanshuping. Only then did people feel relieved, but they still felt 　　even more uneasy. So later, some people committed suicide. I think that's actually a good thing; who wants to live with such 　　unease their whole life? 　　That regimental commander later stayed here, saying he wanted to stay with the female district head for life. Every Sunday, he 　　would ride his jeep to the martyrs' cemetery on the mountain to burn paper money. Everyone in town knows that, so on that day, everyone 　　avoids the main road he passes through to avoid the awkwardness of running into him. Sometimes, if we can't avoid him, we cover 　　our faces with our hands—we're too embarrassed to face him! 　　Ah, that's all in the past. If you hadn't asked, I would never have mentioned it again. 　　[The End]

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