The train was a vast amorphous mass of sleeping soldiers and civilians in and on a mixture of flat cars, box cars and old coaches. The carriages were stuffed with people propped on hard wooden benches and the roofs were black with more of them, bracing themselves against the vibration and the curves. Every now and then they saw smashed bodies lying in the roadbed, but nobody looked twice at them because dead human beings were nothing new in China. At every station more tried to climb on while those already there tried to beat them off. As the train stopped at a small shabby station, peasants appeared, offering scraggy boiled chickens, sausage-shaped waffles of bean flour, vermicelli, sugar cane and hard-boiled eggs. One had a cart pulled by a bright green horse which he explained was really white but had been painted green as camouflage for when the Japanese bombers came over. As they waited, an armoured train used by Chiang came through, its carriages filled with officials.
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