Following Company Commander Xu through the buildings, chunks of cement occasionally fell from above, slamming to the ground with a dull thud…
Perhaps in the past I would have been terrified by these cement chunks, some as big as a bowl, others as large as a washbasin… Plus, we weren't wearing helmets, so being hit by one would be an instant death. But strangely, I wasn't afraid at all.
It wasn't that I'd become brave, nor that I wasn't afraid of death, but rather that I had just witnessed hordes of soldiers falling under the hail of bullets from the Japanese, had just seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so seeing falling cement chunks seemed like a piece of cake. This is exactly what the saying means: "After seeing the Five Sacred Mountains, one doesn't need to see other mountai
