The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 677 Burning Down the Demon's Cave (Part 1) (Bonus chapter for Little Bookworm Who Loves Bread)

After storming into the gates of Unit 731, since there were no longer any organized Japanese soldiers there, the two teams that had entered from the front and back gates no longer needed to reunite.

In order to destroy this den of iniquity more efficiently and faster.

The five hundred KL warriors, led by sixteen transmigrators, began to split up and take action.

As they continued their actions, and this den of iniquity was constantly being destroyed, Hu Biao and his companions encountered all sorts of situations, some surprising, some infuriating...

"You don't need to follow me anymore. Go anywhere you like. Just open fire and kill any Japanese soldiers you see. Set fire to anything that can be set on fire."

My tank is too fast; you can't keep up.

After lifting the hatch above his head to enter the tank and sticking half his body out from the driver's seat, the foreman shouted to the small team of men following behind.

Upon hearing this order, a group of brothers who were running alongside the tanks but were getting further and further away from them, imitated their usual practice and made an 'OK' gesture.

Then, to the left, a group of Japanese soldiers dressed in black uniforms and carrying batons rushed over.

He charged forward, firing his weapon as he went.

Seeing this scene, knowing that he no longer needed to worry about whether the brothers behind him could keep up with the foreman, he felt much more relaxed.

After retracting the tank and closing the hatch, he immediately revved the engine to its maximum.

This caused the Type 95 light tank he was driving to surge forward like a wild horse.

Before long, they arrived in front of a small building. The Japanese soldiers gathered inside had already sensed from the commotion ahead that a powerful enemy had broken in.

So thanks to his superior eyesight, the foreman could see some Japanese soldiers in white coats lurking behind doors and windows, clearly intending to ambush him.

Upon witnessing this scene, the contractor nearly burst out laughing like a pig.

Having fought so many battles, we've never encountered such a weak Japanese opponent. How naive! Do they really think the door is too narrow for the tanks to fit through, and that they'll just get out of their vehicles to make it easier for us to launch a sneak attack?

With this emotion in mind, the contractor rammed through a large door, sending the door frame and the Japanese soldiers hiding behind it flying.

The moment he rushed in and got a quick look at the situation inside, the foreman's anger surged to the top of his head.

Before them was the boss's large laboratory, which contained several Japanese researchers in white coats and several beds.

Lying on the bed are men and women whose chests and abdomens have been cut open, now motionless.

There's no need to elaborate on what the Japanese soldiers were doing before.

In his immense rage, the foreman had only one thought in his mind: all the Japanese soldiers inside must die, and they must not die a quick death.

He drove the tank, letting the Japanese soldiers in the room hit the tank's exterior with their rifles, pistols, and even some batons and samurai swords.

It crashed straight through the wall at the other end of the building and charged wildly out.

It's like punching two symmetrical large holes in the wall on the other side of the building.

But this was just the beginning. After rushing a short distance from the small building, the contractor turned the tank around and rammed it into the wall of the small building once again.

This caused the number of large holes in the walls of the small building to increase rapidly. Within minutes, all four walls of the small building were covered with holes.

The Japanese soldiers inside weren't stupid; after the foreman rammed into them three or four times, they realized what was happening.
The opponents in the tanks seemed intent on crashing the small building down, crushing them all underneath and killing them. So they all took off running and fled from the small building.

But no matter how fast they run, their maximum speed is 48 kilometers per hour, which is faster than a tank.

The idea that a tank with three 7.7mm machine guns—two in the front and one in the back—produces bullets with high velocity is simply unrealistic.

In the open space outside the small building, a dozen or so Japanese researchers were either chased down and knocked down, or run over by the treads, repeatedly.

Or they would be easily knocked down from behind by a barrage of machine gun fire.

As a result, some of the Japanese researchers who had just escaped had no choice but to flee back after seeing this.

They knew that this was just like drinking poison to quench their thirst, prolonging their lives by a little longer, so every face was filled with despair.

Ironically, their expressions were exactly what the foreman wanted to see. These damned creatures—even a quick death would feel like a huge loss to him; only being trampled to death by treadmills or dying with immense fear was appropriate.

That's why, two minutes later, the foreman crashed through the small building again and rushed out, just as he was about to turn around and continue.

They saw the dilapidated building suddenly collapse, burying the remaining dozens of Japanese soldiers inside.

I still feel a bit regretful. Why didn't that dilapidated building collapse a little later? It would have given those Japanese researchers a bigger scare.

But then I thought about it again and it didn't seem like a big deal. There were still quite a few Japanese buildings nearby. It was just a matter of finding a new target.

It immediately turned around again and rushed towards a new small building; without slowing down at all, it smashed through the wall and crashed inside...

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Quite coincidentally, the other tank drivers, including AT, Black Star, Lao San, and Van Gogh, all adopted the same fighting style as the foreman.

He drove the tank, smashing down Japanese buildings one after another, without ever getting out of the tank.

The only difference was that Van Gogh encountered an unexpected person during this process, which changed his mind.

Specifically, after driving his tank and crashing into a building, Van Gogh saw out of the corner of his eye that several people dressed as traitors from the puppet state of Manchukuo were running wildly in the night at the 11 o'clock direction.

Although it's hard to understand why a few traitors from the puppet state of Manchukuo would appear in a strictly secretive area like Unit 731, it doesn't matter at all.

They're all bad news anyway, so let's just kill them all.

He immediately shouted, "No one is allowed to fire! I'm going to run over these traitorous dogs and kill them!"

As he spoke, he had already driven the tank forward.

When those traitors noticed a car getting closer behind them, one of them, a middle-aged traitor around forty years old, tripped over something in his panic and immediately fell to the ground.

Seeing that he was about to be run over by the tracks, his face was filled with despair.

However, just as the tracks were about to run over him, Van Gogh saw the face of this traitor and suddenly turned the car around, narrowly avoiding him.

He hurriedly stopped the tank, opened the hatch, shouted "Cover me!", and jumped out of the tank.

It all started when Van Gogh, in a flash, realized who this somewhat familiar-looking traitorous dog really was.

His name is Xianjun, a name that few people may not have heard of, but most Chinese people have heard of his younger sister, Kawashima Masako.

This person was not well-known, but his crimes were several times more serious than those of his own sister.

After his father died, he was also sent to be raised by Kawashima Su-nan, a Japanese soldier, so he studied medicine in the island nation.

After the establishment of the puppet state of Manchukuo, he took advantage of his status as a member of the imperial family to serve as the head of the medical department of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Therefore, this guy was not only quite aware of the fact that the Japanese were using people from Northeast China to conduct such atrocities, but he also played a huge role in it.

According to incomplete statistics, he personally handled at least tens of thousands of people who were sent to Unit 731 and other departments to serve as experimental subjects.

It can be said that these remnants of the puppet state of Manchukuo were not unaware of the crimes of Unit 731, but in essence, they did not regard their fellow Northeasterners as human beings, let alone as their compatriots.

What annoyed Van Gogh even more was that this guy did so after the end of the Anti-Japanese War.

He was first captured by the Russians, but by bullying the last emperor in the prisoner-of-war camp and offering a batch of bribes, he actually received a good evaluation for his behavior and active repentance.

He was eventually granted a pardon and surprisingly died a peaceful death.

If he hadn't met Van Gogh before, it would have been fine, but now that he has, Van Gogh not only doesn't kill him, but does so in the most cruel way, he has no face to go back and see anyone.

After jumping out of the tank, Van Gogh first broke the guy's arms and legs.

Then they took a strap and tied him to the back of the tank.

Then, we'll see if we find the Japanese's sulfuric acid pool, their gas chamber, or their bacterial culture room in the follow-up operations.

Just throw this thing in whichever one you come across...

(End of this chapter)