The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 660 Code Name: Overlord (Part 4) (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Quickly, quick, to the hospital, right now!"

Without even bothering to put on a coat, wearing only a shirt and sweater, and holding a hunting rifle, Shiraishi Asazo stood in the open doorway and yelled at his wife and son.

The middle-aged Japanese man's tone was filled with indescribable anxiety and fear.

The next second, Ayako and Tatsuya Shiraishi stumbled and ran towards the door.

The bamboo sword in the hands of the Japanese boy, Tatsuya Shiraishi, is so tightly gripped that it's almost dripping with water due to his intense tension and fear.

There was no way around it! The Japanese immigrants in the three northeastern provinces were completely unaware of the details of the army's secret research into bacteria and chemical weapons.

However, a considerable number of people have vaguely heard about it through various channels and know that such a thing should exist.

I just know this matter is too important to talk about normally.

This included Shiraishi Asazo, a senior technician at a certain factory.

Therefore, upon hearing Annie's urgent announcement on the radio, the middle-aged Japanese man, combining it with some information he had previously gathered, instantly believed everything that was said.

It was entirely due to psychological factors; he muttered to himself:
"I told you! I've been feeling like the water I drink these past few days tastes a bit strange."

"Damn it, someone added 'special operations drugs' to the tap water! Are Hu Biao and his gang devils? How could they do something so cruel?"

If Hu Biao heard such a sentence, he would probably spit all over the middle-aged Japanese man's face on the spot.

Not to mention that they didn't actually do it; it was just talk and scare tactics.

The key point is that if such a thing as a "special operations agent" really exists, it is a devilish weapon created by the Japanese themselves; their goal in creating this thing was to use it on the Chinese military and civilians.

So even if the Japanese soldiers in the new capital were truly poisoned, they deserve no sympathy whatsoever.

Slumped listlessly on the sofa, staring blankly for about a minute, the middle-aged Japanese soldier, Shiraishi Asazo, finally came to his senses, with only one thought in his mind:
He and his family must survive; they must go to the hospital for antidote injections and successfully survive.

With this thought in mind, he hurriedly grabbed a hunting rifle from his bedroom and prepared to leave, which led to the scene described at the beginning...

Soon after, Shiraishi Asazo and his family of three went out.

It was only at this point that they were surprised to discover that in the stairwells of each floor, on a tree-lined path leading down to the main road.

They were all Japanese civilians who, like their family, hurriedly left home, intending to go to the hospital to receive antidote injections.

It also included a small number of people, including henchmen of some status in the puppet state of Manchukuo, and their families.

It can be said that after the emergency notice, all the Japanese soldiers and traitors in the city went out, intending to go to Xinjing Municipal Hospital immediately to get an antidote injection.

The question is, there are at least tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers, civilians, and traitors in the city. Among so many people, there must be some intelligent ones. Couldn't any of them have noticed something amiss in the previous emergency notice?

There are indeed a few people who can tell something is wrong, but their numbers are extremely small.

Interfering with and hijacking wireless broadcast signals using technical means, and then releasing false broadcast content, is indeed quite high-tech these days; they had basically never heard of such a thing before.

My instinct tells me that if something has been announced on the radio, how could it possibly be false?

Even those who sensed something was amiss in this urgent notification hesitated for a moment before grabbing their weapons and family members and rushing to the hospital.

No other reason than that by this time, the neighbors had already left, and the legendary antidote was only available in 10,000 vials, meaning that if you arrived even slightly late, it would be gone.

And after leaving the house, these clever people called to their families, and the whole family started jogging.

Upon witnessing this scene, the others who had previously been walking briskly also started running, seemingly unwilling to be at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, everyone was running, afraid of falling behind, which made the scene extremely chaotic.

Especially in places like stairwells and corridors where space is relatively narrow.

Under the threat of death, these Japanese soldiers, who usually bowed to each other at the drop of a hat, immediately revealed their true nature; they showed no intention of backing down or letting others go first.

In their desperate attempt to reach the hospital for detoxification, they pushed and shoved each other, amidst shouts, cries, and pleas.

After someone fell to the ground during the scuffle, no one offered to help them up; the ugliness of human nature continued to unfold.

Even so, the various ugly aspects of human nature that have occurred in Changchun City tonight are only just beginning.

Covered in sweat, he seemed oblivious to the fact that he had just stepped heavily over Mrs. Haruko, who had been pushed to the ground at his neighbor's house.

It was as if they hadn't heard Mrs. Haruko's plea, "Be careful of my child," or the heart-wrenching cries of the toddler in her arms.

15-year-old Japanese boy Tatsuya Shiraishi finally squeezed out of the crowded stairwell.

The key to this was his mother, Ayako, who weighed about 200 pounds. She managed to squeeze through the crowd and pull him and his father out of the five-story building where they lived.

In the time that followed, the family of three didn't look back even once, or perhaps they didn't have the courage to look back even once.

They rushed out onto the main street along a tree-lined path, following a large, panicked crowd.

How lucky! In this vast new capital city, the building where the Shiraishi family lives is located about two or three kilometers away from the city's special hospital.

It's not too close, but it's closer than most people in the city.

Under normal circumstances, the Shiraishi family of three would be able to get to the Shinkyo Municipal Special Hospital to receive the antidote before the quota of 10,000 people was filled.

The premise is that there really is such an antidote in the hospital.

Unfortunately! The family of three had only just run a couple hundred meters into the street with the crowd when they reached an intersection and were stopped...

"Stop! All of you stop! According to the orders of the Kwantung Army Military Police Headquarters."

Unless you receive an invitation to the victory celebration or a special pass, everyone must stay home tonight.

No matter what happens, you are not allowed to come out, otherwise you will be severely punished afterwards.

If you go home right now, I'll pretend I didn't see anything, and you won't be punished; so go home, please, or I'll shoot.

Brandishing a Type 14 Nambu pistol, Lieutenant Yushin Hiroguchi roared.

As it continued, its shouts became increasingly pleading.

The main reason is that tonight he brought half a squad of Imperial Warriors, two platoons of Manchurian soldiers, and several police officers.

There were over fifty people in total, and the order they received was absolute:

Except for those who have received an invitation to a victory celebration issued by the Kwantung Army Military Police Command or have been issued a special pass, no one is allowed to wander the streets.

If warnings are ineffective, they may even be shot to wound or kill.

Initially, Hirokoro believed that the biggest threat tonight was the rapidly dropping temperature after nightfall and the biting cold wind.

Everything else is negligible; it will be a fairly easy task.

Otherwise? Hu Biao and his mere few hundred men, do they really dare to invite them to be stationed in the new capital city, which is like an impregnable fortress?

However, everything changed after a special announcement was suddenly broadcast from a loudspeaker hanging on a street lamp at the intersection.

The fifty-odd men guarding the intersection, whether Japanese soldiers or puppet troops, all looked on with suspicion and uncertainty.

They had clearly been drinking tap water that supposedly contained 'special combat agents' over the past two or three days, and were wondering whether they should rush to the hospital to get an antidote.

The reason they haven't set off yet is simply because their military discipline keeps them somewhat hesitant.

Seeing this, Lieutenant Hirokoku Yushin, though he also wished he could go to the hospital immediately to get rid of the poison in his body, had no choice but to force himself to say something to his men to boost their morale.

Before they could even speak, a flurry of footsteps and noise erupted.

Instinctively turning his head to look over, the Japanese lieutenant couldn't help but gasp.

He saw streams of people emerging from several buildings in the distance, including men, women, and children of all ages, almost all of whom were civilians of the empire.

Each stream of people may not number in large numbers, but when they converge on the street, they form a dense, dark mass.

The number of people who have rushed onto the street and are now surging toward the intersection is probably as many as six or seven hundred, far exceeding the number of people they have deployed at the intersection.

More importantly, these are people who are open-minded, trustworthy, and polite in my daily memories.

The faces and eyes of those people were filled with madness, making him feel utterly alienated, and even filled with a nameless fear.

This is precisely why the scene described above occurred, where he waved his pistol, threatening and pleading with everyone to go back immediately. However, under the threat of death, the orders from the Kwantung Army Military Police Headquarters, and the threat of severe punishment afterward, had absolutely no effect.

The dense crowd moved quickly, making a series of rapid footsteps, and surged towards this side like a tide.

Lieutenant Yushin Hirokoku was quite decisive; faced with the situation, he knew he had to use some ruthless methods to intimidate these people.

Otherwise, if these people are allowed to continue, things will escalate to an even more uncontrollable level.

With gritted teeth, he searched the crowd for a middle-aged man whose clothes and appearance suggested he was a high-ranking traitor to the puppet state of Manchukuo; he raised his hand and fired three shots in quick succession, knocking the man to the ground on the spot.

The sudden gunshots, along with the piercing scream from a woman next to the traitor, immediately brought the rushing crowd to a halt.

Seeing this, Kuankou felt confident and even a little smug.

So what if that person has some status in Manchuria? He is still a lowly Chinese.

It was just killing a lowly, dog-like Chinese, but it prevented a serious incident from happening, and I'm sure I'll get a reward from my superiors afterwards.

Unfortunately, subsequent events unfolded far beyond his expectations.

Suddenly, a woman's shrill scream rang out from the previously stunned crowd:
"He... he actually dared to shoot at us. Just like the emergency notice said, he must be one of Hu Biao's gang thugs in disguise."

"Kill him, and no one can stop us from getting the antidote."

Upon hearing this, Kuan Kou Youxin suddenly remembered the parts of the broadcast he had overlooked.

He was about to explain when he suddenly realized that he had barely opened his mouth, and the words were barely in his throat, when another gunshot rang out and a burst of light appeared before his eyes.

He didn't see clearly who fired the shot from the crowd opposite him, but Hiroko knew he had been shot.

After a sharp pain in her chest, he instinctively covered the wound with his left hand, but his strength dissipated at an alarming rate, causing her legs to buckle and she slowly collapsed to the ground.

Perhaps it is because people always experience some extraordinary things before they die.

Suddenly, Kuan Kou Youxin realized that the passage of time had slowed down, but he could no longer hear any sound.

Therefore, he could see that several pistols and shotguns opened fire from the surging crowd; in an instant, more than ten of his men were killed or wounded, including his deputy, Sergeant Kobayashi.

Sergeant Kobayashi was shot in the shoulder. In pain, he lay down on the barricade while letting out a shout.

Even though he couldn't hear what Sergeant Kobayashi shouted, Yushin Hiroguchi instinctively knew that it must have been an order to fire.

And that was exactly what happened. The remaining men, behind the sandbags, opened fire on the crowd that was practically right under their noses.

At such close range, its terrifying destructive power was immediately apparent.

For example, the bullets fired from the Type 96 light machine gun formed a fierce fire snake, lashing out at the crowd and knocking people down in droves.

The 6.5mm Arisaka bullets fired by the Type 38 rifle had an astonishingly strong penetrating power; often, a single shot could penetrate two people, or even more, giving the impression of taking out a whole string of people with one shot.

Even so, it still couldn't stop the frenzied crowd from continuing forward.

Sergeant Kobayashi had just emptied his rifle and knew there was no time to reload; he decisively stood up, and the bayonet on his rifle flashed out, striking a middle-aged man squarely in the abdomen.

After being stabbed in the abdomen, the middle-aged man holding a hunting rifle immediately stopped, his face contorted in pain.

Unfortunately, before Sergeant Kobayashi could draw his bayonet, a short, fat woman weighing about 200 pounds, resembling a water bucket, rushed up beside the middle-aged man.

She tackled the poor Sergeant Kobayashi to the ground and bit him on the neck.

Then, more people rushed up and completely overwhelmed the small position they had temporarily set up at the intersection.

A pair of blood-stained wooden clogs stepped on Kuan Kou Youxin's chest, stomping out his last breath; before he died completely, the Japanese lieutenant was filled with grief and indignation.

With an incredulous tone, he uttered his last words: "Why? Why is this happening? Why are the warriors of the Empire fighting so frantically with their own people..."

*****
The scene of the Shiraishi family of three and other Japanese civilians fighting alongside Japanese soldiers like Hiroguchi Yushin, where they beat each other so badly that the dogs' brains were practically spilled out, was not uncommon in the vast new capital city of Beijing.

Similar situations occurred at various intersections and barricades throughout the city.

In order to survive, the Japanese soldiers and civilians at this moment no longer had any concept of being friends; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were mortal enemies.

Then another question arises: what happened to the other Japanese soldiers?

At the victory celebration in Datong Square, high-ranking Japanese Kwantung Army officers such as Umezu Mijiro and Iwasa Rokuro certainly knew that the emergency news broadcast by Anne was definitely fake.

Are they just going to stand by and do nothing? Of course not.

In fact, Anne's urgent announcement, broadcast through the loudspeakers installed in the square, had only been halfway through.

Iwasa Rokuro stood up from his seat, his face deathly pale, and ran towards a group of people fifty or sixty meters away, shouting frantically:

"Quickly, tell everyone that the messages above are all fake, they are all fake."

That group of people were actually staff members from the Beijing Broadcasting Station, who were broadcasting the victory celebration live tonight.

However, when Iwasa Rokuro stumbled over, the person in charge looked up, his face filled with utter despair, and stammered out a reply:
"Lord Iwasa, we simply cannot fulfill your request, because the wireless broadcast signal here is immediately jammed as soon as it is sent out."

To date, we have still not found any way to crack it.

Hearing this statement, especially after hearing shouts of killing and gunshots all over the city, was quite surprising.

Iwasa Rokuro knew that a riot far larger than that in Jiamusi was brewing in the new capital, and that it would eventually develop into something out of control.

Thinking of that terrifying consequence, Iwasa Rokuro's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, with only one thought in his mind: It's over! Everything is over.

Suddenly another problem arose: even Iwasakuro, the person in charge of the Japanese "Dragon Slayer" plan, was now in complete despair.

So, is it a sure thing that Hu Biao and his gang will force themselves on Dingdong, with no suspense whatsoever in the process or the outcome? Think again.

All we can say is that we shouldn't think of the Japanese as too stupid or weak; otherwise, how could our ancestors have suffered 3500 million casualties over 14 long years?

At the crucial moment, it was Umezu Mijiro, the commander of the Kwantung Army, who stepped in.

He first looked at the last emperor and Iwasa Rokuro with a livid face and eyes that looked at him like trash.

Then, addressing the group of high-ranking Kwantung Army officers in front of him, he issued a series of decisive orders: "Ignore the rest of the city."

You will immediately split up and head to the streets surrounding the square to take command.

Regardless of the circumstances, Hu Biao and his group must be kept out and prevented from approaching the victory celebration venue; at the same time, these situations must be carefully monitored.

First, tell the warriors and civilians of the empire in person that the emergency just now was fake; no one was poisoned, it was just that Hu Biao and his men had occupied the Xinjing Broadcasting Station and broadcast some false information.

Second, notify the surrounding Gu'an East County and the puppet Manchukuo forces.

Instruct them to reinforce the new capital city as quickly as possible, at all costs; upon arrival, they may use all necessary means to suppress the rebellion and restore order to the city as much as possible.

Third, the victory celebration will continue. Bring His Majesty down; I will go up and give a speech…

The above orders essentially mean that the Japanese side has temporarily abandoned a large area of ​​the city.

They used three or four thousand troops, centered on Datong Square, to build a defensive perimeter of about three or four square kilometers.

If Hu Biao and his men's target wasn't General Zhao's head at the victory celebration, but also the corpses of Yu Tou and the others...

We could easily pull off a major operation in what the Japanese call "New Beijing" or "Changchun," taking the opportunity to destroy some important locations, kill off a large number of Japanese soldiers, and achieve a glorious victory.

However, it was impossible for Hu Biao and his men to abandon General Zhao's head and the corpses of Yu Tou and the others.

In particular, General Zhao's head was discovered more than sixty years later when an unidentified skull was found during the renovation of a temple.

After DNA comparison and interviews with relevant personnel, it was finally confirmed that it was General Zhao's head.

Although the process was somewhat tortuous and took a long time, General Zhao's head was eventually buried in a cenotaph, where it will be offered sacrifices and prayers by his descendants every year.

But because of their arrival, the Japanese planned to exhibit them for a while and then completely destroy their heads; if such a scene were to occur, wouldn't they all be sinners?

Therefore, all their previous arrangements were merely creating an opportunity.

It was merely an opportunity that would allow them to launch an attack on the victory celebration venue, with a slight chance of success...

(End of this chapter)