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On the night Yang Jingyu was killed, the traitors held a victory banquet. The host was Zhang Xiruo, who had personally killed Yang Jingyu. The Japanese had rewarded him with 30 silver dollars. Throughout the banquet, Zhang Xiruo boasted incessantly about how he hid the machine gun in the tree branches, how accurate his marksmanship was, and how his bullets had killed Yang Jingyu.

On the evening of February 23, 1940, in a restaurant in Mengjiang County, the noise almost lifted the roof off. It was Zhang Xiruo's "highlight moment." This former Anti-Japanese Allied Forces machine gunner, now a member of the punitive expedition, stood with one foot on a stool, slamming the 30 silver dollars down with a deafening roar. This was the reward the Japanese had just given him—money to save his life.

Reeking of alcohol, he gestured to his cronies, "I propped the machine gun up in a tree branch and fired a burst, the bullets going straight for his chest." The "him" he referred to was Yang Jingyu, who had fallen just hours earlier. Meanwhile, several kilometers away, in the Japanese morgue, deathly silence reigned.

Kishitani Ryuichiro, the head of the puppet Tonghua Police Department, stood before the autopsy table, scalpel in hand. The Japanese wanted to know what kind of "miracle cure" this strong Chinese man, who had been besieged for five days and five nights in the snow-covered plains at -40 degrees Celsius, still able to run and shoot, had in his stomach. The blade sliced ​​open his stomach; not a single grain of food was found.

What rolled out were only undigested grass roots, tree bark, and clumps of cotton wool used to stave off hunger. Kishitani Ryuichiro's hands trembled. If Zhang Xiruo, who had been boasting at the dinner table, had seen this scene, it's uncertain whether he could have swallowed his drink. This contest, which took place 86 years ago, was no longer a military victory or defeat, but a slow, agonizing torture of humanity.

Yang Jingyu did not die from Japanese tactics, but from the "dismemberment" of trust. The one who killed this giant was precisely the person he had most wanted to protect. The first blow struck on logic; the one who struck was Cheng Bin, commander of the First Division of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army.

In 1938, this most trusted lieutenant of Yang Jingyu, because his mother was captured, not only took 115 soldiers with him, but also Yang Jingyu's "survival code." Cheng Bin understood this all too well. He directly led the Japanese to destroy the 70 secret camps that Yang Jingyu had painstakingly built, turning the Anti-Japanese United Army's ammunition depots and granaries into ruins.Even more ruthless was that he sold the Anti-Japanese Allied Army's ironclad rule of "night marches" to the Japanese. From then on, the Japanese army began pursuing them at night, forcing Yang Jingyu to operate only during the day. He even had to walk backwards in the snow to confuse the enemy. This physically sealed off Yang Jingyu's escape route; the second blow pierced his heart.

This blow came from Zhang Xiufeng. To Yang Jingyu, Zhang Xiufeng was not just a guard platoon leader, but practically a son. When Zhang Xiufeng was a 14-year-old street urchin in Harbin, Yang Jingyu took him in, taught him to read, and taught him to play the harmonica. But in January 1940, when Yang Jingyu had only about 60 men left and desperately needed to stick together for warmth...

Zhang Xiufeng, under the pretext of "finding grain," absconded with the team's remaining 9,000 yuan in funds and confidential documents. The money was gone, their position was lost, and their spirits were broken. Zhang Xiufeng's defection not only cut off supplies but also dealt Yang Jingyu a psychological blow akin to "patricide." The third and final blow came from the banality of evil.

It was February 22nd, the day before Yang Jingyu's sacrifice. He encountered Zhao Tingxi, a farmer gathering firewood on the mountain. At this time, Yang Jingyu's right arm was wounded, and his stomach was full of cotton. He took out the last of his money, hoping the villager could help him buy a pair of cotton shoes and some dry rations. Looking at this destitute general, Zhao Tingxi offered a blunt truth: "Surrender. The Manchukuo government doesn't kill those who surrender."

Yang Jingyu's answer still resonates powerfully today: "Fellow countrymen, if all Chinese surrender, will there still be a China?" Sadly, this question about national righteousness couldn't withstand the temptation of 30 jin of rice. Zhao Tingxi went down the mountain and informed the traitor Li Zhengxin, leading over 600 Japanese and puppet troops to Sandaowaizi for that meager ration.

The final few hours were filled with a tragic sense of fate. At 4:30 PM on February 23rd, Kishitani Ryuichiro was still promising high-ranking positions and generous rewards, only to be met with Yang Jingyu's twin pistols. The counterattack under the tree only ceased when Zhang Xiruo's machine gun fired, a bullet piercing his chest. The most ironic scene unfolded at the victory banquet that evening.

Zhang Xiruo used the blood-stained silver dollar to pay the bill and treated everyone to a meal, smugly reviewing her marksmanship. In the corner, Zhang Xiufeng, the "adopted son" who had absconded with the funds, was also present. According to later recollections, Zhang Xiufeng looked at Zhang Xiruo's face, suddenly stood up, threw down a harsh remark, and left without even eating. Perhaps at that moment, even a traitor could not look directly at another kind of shamelessness at the bottom of society.History never lets anyone off easily, even if judgment is delayed. Zhao Tingxi, who betrayed Yang Jingyu for 30 jin of rice, was shot in front of Yang Jingyu's grave in 1946. Cheng Bin, who understood tactics, hid until the founding of the People's Republic of China, but was still dragged out and executed in 1951. As for Zhang Xiruo, he hid like a rat until 1984.

Faced with reporters' questioning, this man who had boasted about his marksmanship at the dinner table clenched his teeth and denied firing a shot until his death. And the Japanese commander, Kishitani Ryuichiro, after seeing the cotton wool in Yang Jingyu's stomach, had his worldview collapse. He wrote in his diary, "China, with such soldiers, will never perish," and then committed seppuku on the eve of Japan's surrender in 1945.

Now, more than 80 years have passed since that cold afternoon. In Jingyu County, Jilin Province, the "Jingyu Pine," which witnessed the last battle, still stands tall. People pay their respects at its base year after year. The most common offerings are not flowers, but bowls of freshly ground cornmeal porridge—the hot drink the general longed for but could not have in his final moments.

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