I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"This is the Second Battalion of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Eighth Division of the Army. I am Captain Wenji Shencheng...any unit, please reply!"

"... On the fourth day of the march, the team finally returned to the correct route... But, we no longer have any physical strength to move on..."

"I saw countless figures hidden in the wind and snow! My ears were filled with whispers of 'I want to eat his hand', 'Don't worry, everyone has a share', 'That foot belongs to me'... "

"Whatever that is, they're waiting, waiting to eat our frozen corpses!"

Ignoring the panic and weird atmosphere in the carriage, the radio of "Shencheng Wenji" continued to transmit from the mobile phone.

"I am Shencheng Wenji, Lieutenant of the Second Battalion of the Fifth Infantry Regiment of the Army's Eighth Division. This is the last time I call for help through the radio. After that, I will order the remaining 30 people to disband on the spot and escape separately..."

"Any unit that receives this radio communication...do not try to reply, please immediately inform the Northeast Army Headquarters of the situation and request search and rescue..."

At this point, the radio communication from "Shencheng Wenji" came to an abrupt end.

"..."

The whole train returned to tranquility again, and everyone was still immersed in the mood of "Shencheng Wenji" who became more confused, desperate, and crazy day by day.

"I remembered! Not far from here is Hakkoda Mountain..."

After a while, in the compartment where Fujiwara Takumi was, the middle-aged man with an Aomori accent threw the frosty mobile phone far across the aisle and wailed in pain: "We must have met the The 'Snow Revenant' is in trouble!"

"Snow Revenant? Hakkoda Mountain?"

Hearing the man's words, the team members standing beside Fujiwara Takumi thought for a while, and then changed their expressions: "What he said, could it be the 'Hakkoda Mountain Calamity'..."

The Hakkoda Mountain Disaster is the largest mountain disaster event in modern Japanese history, and it is an epic-level negative textbook for snow marches. Those who have served in the peacekeeping force have naturally studied it again.

In 1902, a 210-member regiment of the Eighth Division of the Japanese Army set off in Aomori Prefecture for a marching exercise on Mount Hakkoda.

It was originally planned to be a two-day exercise with a distance of 20 kilometers, but the team did not return until the fifth day.

Sensing that something was wrong, the Japanese Army sent a rescue team of more than 10,000 people to search the mountain for 11 days.

In the end, the 210-member team rescued only 11 survivors, more than half of whom had amputated limbs.

It is said that when Captain Shencheng Wenji, who led the team, was found, his whole body had been frozen into ice and buried in the snow, and the medical staff could not penetrate the skin and inject emergency medicine into him.

After injecting the drug through his tongue, Shencheng Wenji briefly regained consciousness, said vaguely, "Bury me, they won't be able to eat me", and then passed away.

Due to the tragic nature of this exercise, it can be said that no one has ever been seen before, and there will be no one since. Even Emperor Meiji issued an imperial decree to requiem the soul.

What exactly this team experienced in Blizzard is still a mystery. We can only learn some fragmentary clues from the mouths of delirious and amputated survivors.

Although later generations have conducted a lot of analysis on this mountain disaster, pointing out various reasons such as rejection of local guides, insufficient cold protection equipment, shallow survival experience in snow, sudden snowstorm, etc., it still cannot conceal that the team of 210 people survived in two days. The absurd fact of annihilation on the march of twenty kilometers.

"So, is this 'radio' coming from the dead souls of the mountain disaster army?"

After listening to the introduction about this tragic history, Fujiwara Takumi's calf trembled even more, and fine golden chrysanthemums bloomed all over his body.

"However, the Aomori Shinkansen has been running for so many years without any abnormal records. Why is it now..."

"Passengers, please trust the professionalism of the flight crew, and don't leave the car without permission. There are no-one's mountains nearby... Zizizi... Marching in the snow on ice, I don't know where the river is or the road is! "

The broadcast of the female flight attendants suddenly stopped, and it became the low and hoarse singing of countless men.

"Treading on the ice and marching in the snow, I can't tell where is the river and where is the road!"

It's a sad, powerful song that reveals despair and boredom.

"You can't keep a horse if it's lost, this is a country full of enemies!

"This song is... marching in the snow?"

Several mobile team members immediately recognized this ancient military song.

The song "March in the Snow" is loved by soldiers for its close-to-life lyrics and deep and powerful accent, and it is highly sung. However, the lyrics are full of extreme despair and war weariness, and the Japanese military department considers it a "song of cowardice" ", was once banned from singing during the war.

"It doesn't matter if you have the courage to smoke a cigarette first, even if people panic, there are only two cigarettes left."

Under the chorus of these stiff, dull, and hoarse male voices, this military song with a sad melody seems to be screaming in pain from ghosts wandering in hell.

"Uncooked dried fish, half-cooked rice, eat it while you still have half your life."

"Wait, this is..."

As the singing continued, the warmth in the compartment disappeared without a trace, and a thin layer of ice had already covered the glass windows inside.

"Why is it so cold, is the air conditioner broken?"

"I just saw a figure outside the window, it's scary..."

"No, I can't stay in this terrible place any longer!"

Rich helplessness, fear and despair permeated the carriage together with the dull military songs and the cold air.

Dominated by the fear that came from nowhere, some passengers began to take out the emergency window hammer and beat hard on the hoarfrost-filled window glass.

As the car windows shattered, the violent snowstorm couldn't wait to pour in.

The golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power that originally protected the entire train collapsed in an instant.

"It's not good... the sanctuary of the divine way..."

In the eyes of Fujiwara Takumi and the others, there were strands of resentment visible to the naked eye mixed in the wind and snow into the carriage.

At the same time, a young man who fell out of the car window was already running on the dark snow.

"Even though the campfire is lit, it's still unbearably cold. The damp wood is smoking, of course it's choking."

As the snowflakes fell, several figures marching in neat rows appeared in his line of sight.

"Wait, don't go out!!!"

Noticing the abnormality outside the car window, Onodera hurriedly called out.

But his voice was swallowed by the wind and snow that kept pouring into the carriage.

"A nearby farmer? Great, help..."

The man stepped forward with a look of rejoicing, but found that these people did not look like "farmers".