The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 680 Burning Down the Demon's Lair (Part 4) (Two Chapters Combined)

At 9:57 p.m., just minutes before the one-hour mark before the operation against Unit 731's base was to commence.

Still standing on the high hill, Zhixiang put down a pair of binoculars and once again issued a series of commands.

Unfortunately, the order was no longer to instruct the No. 1 to No. 4 cannons below to adjust their angles to bombard a specific building belonging to the 731st Battalion in front.

It became: "Immediately grab your weapons, run forward, and go to support Commander Hu and the others."

"You guys go ahead, I'll take care of something here and then follow you up."

However, there's no need to worry. The reason why Zhixiang issued such an order is not because the Japanese have already received a large number of reinforcements at this point.

Or perhaps Hu Biao and his men, during their advance, finally encountered some tough opponents, to the point where the artillerymen had to take up arms and fight like infantry.

In fact, Hu Biao's battle went exceptionally smoothly, more smoothly than ever before.

On the one hand, it would take at least three to five hours for the Japanese reinforcements to reach Unit 731 to provide support.

Because it is known that there are many old buildings in Harbin that will remain in the modern world, becoming a very valuable heritage of the city.

Therefore, during tonight's operation, Annie and the other three did not cause much damage to the city's buildings.

However, the laying of mines and ambushes in some streets caused severe blockages on all roads leading to Unit 731, making it impossible for vehicles to pass.

Even if the Japanese ignored the riots in the city, after breaking through Annie and the others' ambush.

The journey from Harbin city to Unit 731 was dozens of kilometers long. By the time they wanted to march there on foot, Hu Biao and his men had already finished and gone far away.

On the other hand, even though the area occupied by Unit 731 was huge.

However, with the separate actions of five tanks and more than a dozen infantry units, a large number of buildings and people were destroyed; only the very core area in the middle has not yet been captured.

Furthermore, through the lens of the telescope in the elephant's hand, it can be seen that multiple teams have already launched an attack on this last small core area.

For this reason, it was inconvenient for the four heavy cannons at the artillery position to continue firing.

Otherwise, if it causes accidental injury to our own personnel, it would be quite bad.

Considering all of the above, it was only after considering all of this that Zhi Xiang issued an order to have these artillerymen act as infantry and run forward to provide support, so that he could take the opportunity to collect all the heavy artillery and shells.

Once they reached a safe place, most of the supplies were left for the KL soldiers to use against the Japanese.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to take a small portion of them to the modern world to bomb the Japanese soldiers there?

Upon receiving this order, the fifty KL brothers below immediately picked up their rifles and ran towards Unit 731 to provide support.

Once they could no longer see the artillery positions in the darkness, Zhi Xiang quickly gathered all the cannons and shells into his vegetable basket.

This action signals that tonight's operation against Unit 731 is about to come to a close...

After rushing into a corridor with a strong smell of disinfectant, he turned his cross to the door of the nearest prison cell, kicked it open with a single blow.

Cross immediately rushed in, intending to release his compatriots who were chained up inside.

But after seeing the scene inside, the young man suddenly stopped in his tracks.

With a look of immense terror, he retreated frantically, quickly pulling a gas mask from a canister at his waist and putting it on his head and face.

He shouted an order to the other dozen or so KL warriors in the corridor:
"Stop opening the door immediately, put on your gas mask, and if you don't want to die, act fast! Don't dawdle!"

It's no wonder that Cross reacted so strongly at this moment, because several of the compatriots detained inside seemed very strange.

They were all extremely thin. Despite being young and strong men, they were so thin that they were skin and bones, probably weighing less than 80 or 90 pounds.

Large areas of ulceration were present on the exposed skin of the face, neck, back of the hands, and arms.

Combined with the pungent smell of disinfectant in the corridor, Cross reacted in a very short time, startled:
These compatriots have already been severely infected by the Japanese soldiers' bacterial experiments; if they get close, they will also be infected.

Even these few compatriots couldn't be rescued.

Given the severity of their current infection, the chances of curing them with the mediocre medical skills of 803 and Xiao Cui are extremely slim.

After all, the bacteria that these Japanese devils carefully cultivated couldn't be dealt with by just a little penicillin.

On the contrary, in such a process, they can become deadly sources of infection.

A slight oversight could lead to more infections among our brothers in KL, and even our fellow countrymen from Northeast China. It would be as serious as unleashing a demon.

But if I don't save them, I can't bear to.

The few compatriots who had been like zombies in the room suddenly lit up with excitement and surprise when they saw the cross that had kicked the door open. They were filled with indescribable emotion and surprise, and they came back to life.

Upon seeing the cross-shaped figure retreating rapidly, he hurriedly put on a gas mask.

Upon hearing the hurried and panicked command from the cross, his eyes instantly dimmed and turned ashen; this change in reaction was witnessed by the young man, who felt extremely distressed.

Saving lives can have serious consequences.

Not saving her would torment my conscience.

For a moment, this young man in his early twenties, who in the modern world was just a recent college graduate, was torn between his inner turmoil and his own conscience.

In the end, I made a rational, but incredibly painful, decision.

Speaking at the top of his lungs, he addressed the fellow villagers in the room, and even more so, the poor compatriots in the same predicament in several other rooms along both sides of the corridor.

He roared, "Fellow villagers, I am Shizi, the deputy commander of the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment of the National Revolutionary Army."

I don't want to lie to you, but the bacteria you were infected with by the Japanese were too severe to be cured. Even if we took you out, you wouldn't live for more than a few days, and you would only infect more soldiers and people in Northeast China.

So I'm sorry, we can't take you with us.

However, if you still have any unfulfilled wishes, please speak them now. As long as it's within the power of me and the Northern Jiangsu Independent Regiment, we will certainly not delay in doing so.

After he finished speaking, there was a silence that lasted for a minute or two.

Then a man in his thirties in the room coughed violently a few times before speaking; however, his request was not what was expected, but rather to deliver a message to their family.

Or perhaps we could help their families by giving them some money or other financial assistance.

"Commander, when I was being tortured by the Japanese devils, I wished I could become a demon and make those little devils suffer, even if it meant never being reincarnated."

So if possible, don't let any Japanese soldier here go, especially that Japanese leader Ishii. Make sure he dies in the most painful way.

"If this wish is fulfilled, I, Su Cheng, will repay your great kindness even in my next life."

He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and solemnly said loudly, extending his index and middle fingers:

"Alright! I swear on the cross here in the name of my ancestors that Ishii will suffer endless torment, enduring a torment where he can neither live nor die, until he finally dies."

If I cannot do this, may I die a horrible death, my intestines ruptured and I be condemned to eternal damnation.

After saying this, without waiting for a reply from his poor compatriots, and without daring to look at their miserable state, he called out to the group of KZ members in the corridor:

"Let's go kill the Japanese devils, leave no one alive!"

Then, holding their weapons, they led the way along the narrow corridor in front of them, continuing forward.

It should be noted that this is an underground corridor with a very hidden entrance. If they hadn't searched carefully beforehand, they might have missed it.

So as long as you follow this hidden corridor forward, it shouldn't be long before you can break into the core of Unit 731.

So far, there's still no trace of that old Japanese devil, Ishii, hiding somewhere...

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At the same time, Hu Biao also fell into a state similar to Shi Zi, suppressing endless anger in his heart.

A minute ago, he led seventeen or eighteen KL warriors towards a courtyard surrounded by a wall, with a large chimney billowing thick smoke.

During the operation, the scattered rifle fire from the walls posed no threat to Hu Biao and his men. Even during the charge, Hu Biao's bursts of fire from his Type 96 light machine gun easily killed or wounded the Japanese soldiers lying prone on the walls.

By the time they reached the main gate, there were no Japanese troops left to defend it.

The gate to this courtyard was very thick, with an additional ten-centimeter steel plate on top; however, the more solemnly the Japanese soldiers made it, the more it seemed to Hu Biao and his men that this was tantamount to writing a single sentence:
I'm important, come and take me down.

Just like the guards had done when they blew up the warehouse wall, Hu Biao secretly released a rifle and a pack of explosives. After setting up the rifle, he pulled the fuse.

The difference is that he didn't run back.

Instead, he ran seventeen or eighteen meters to one side, hid behind a pile of debris, squatted down, and covered his ears.

Two seconds later, a violent tremor came from the ground, and the two severely deformed and twisted doors flew high into the sky.

Before the gate had completely fallen from the sky, Hu Biao had already gotten up and rushed towards it.

After rushing into the courtyard, Hu Biao glanced around, but when he saw something clearly, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

On the left side of the courtyard, where there is a tall chimney, there are several incinerators.

The incinerator's loading port was wide open, allowing a view of the still-burning flames inside, as well as some human remains.

On the ground to the side, there were at least dozens of corpses piled up.

Having traversed so many times and experienced so many battles, Hu Biao had seen far more corpses than those here, and he didn't know how many times he had seen them.

The key issue is that these corpses were either emaciated or severely ulcerated.

Judging from their clothes, they were all innocent compatriots who had died tragically in the evil experiments of the Japanese devils; there were both men and women among them, and several of them were just teenagers.

The Japanese devils' current actions clearly show that they are trying to destroy evidence and prevent these heinous acts from being fully exposed.

They chose to burn it in an incinerator, and even after the attack, it accelerated the pace of prosperity; in order to burn it faster and more, they even resorted to some inhumane methods.

Hu Biao saw many of his compatriots' corpses, chopped open like firewood with axes.

Under the glow of the incinerator, the wide-open eyes of these tragically deceased compatriots were filled with pain, despair, and resentment, like knives stabbing into Hu Biao's heart.

The pain was so intense that he could barely breathe, and he nearly fell over.

After regaining his footing, Hu Biao immediately ran towards the incinerator.

He saw several Japanese soldiers, their protective suits stained with blood, staggering to their feet; they must have been knocked to the ground by the explosion at the gate earlier, and now they were finally abandoning their task of cremating the bodies and preparing to escape.

But Hu Biao was filled with rage at the moment, and it would be strange if they had gotten away.

After rushing up, he kicked out forcefully with each foot.

With each kick, there was a cracking sound and a piercing scream; this was Hu Biao kicking the Japanese soldiers down and breaking their calves.

This action was just the beginning, merely preventing the Japanese soldiers from escaping.

Then, ignoring the Japanese soldiers' struggles and pleas for mercy, Hu Biao forcibly stuffed them into the incinerator.

Then, using a steel fork, like plunging a toilet, he forcefully pushed them deep into the deepest part, into the place where the flames were hottest.

One, two, three, until all seven Japanese soldiers were stuffed inside.

After doing all this, Hu Biao's anger not only did not lessen, but intensified.

His intense anger was palpable. How could dealing with just a few Japanese bastards be enough? After all this effort, they still hadn't found a trace of Ishii, the person in charge.

Only by subjecting this old Japanese devil to a just trial can the fire of anger in his heart be extinguished.

With this thought in mind, Hu Biao called out to the KL soldiers who were silently watching the scene behind him: "Let's go! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we will find that old Japanese devil Ishii."

With a shout of "Okay!", the KL warriors readily accepted the order...

Afterwards, Hu Biao and his group searched the house and found another downward passage.

As he rushed into the underground passage, Hu Biao had a strange intuition: that old Japanese devil Ishii must be not far ahead.

Indeed, in the spiderweb-like underground passages, Hu Biao and his team found one laboratory after another, each with a different research focus.

The level of evil in these laboratories has crossed the line of basic human decency.

Among these methods, using people as targets to test the lethality of different clothing levels under the fire of weapons such as the Type 38 rifle is the most lenient.

Without even a moment's hesitation, Hu Biao and his men wiped out every single Japanese soldier they encountered along the way.

Unfortunately, they still didn't encounter that old Japanese devil, Ishii, during this process.

This situation continued until a slightly ajar door appeared in front of Hu Biao, and suddenly an intuition in his heart grew stronger:

Ishii was inside, and had been waiting for him.

He stopped, raised his hand, and gestured to the three KL warriors behind him who had been splitting up at various intersections and were now only left, telling them to wait outside.

Hu Biao straightened his military uniform, now exuding the carefree air of someone attending a banquet.

He slowly moved forward, pushed open the half-closed door, wanting to see what tricks that old devil Ishii had up his sleeve, and then let him receive the judgment of justice.

After seeing everything behind the gate, even though I had prepared myself mentally, I was still greatly surprised.

There was a huge space here, with an area of ​​five or six hundred square meters.

At first glance, the concrete ceiling appears to be covered with a dense network of red silk threads, each with a delicate little wooden plaque and an object resembling red jade.

Under the lights, it even has a certain style.

However, thanks to his now-powerful eyesight, Hu Biao took a closer look and realized that this was an ugly place.

The wooden plaques were labeled with names, ages, blood types, and health conditions in small print; the red jade pieces were actually test tubes filled with blood.

Every brand, every test tube, represents an innocent victim.

Around the ground, there are all sorts of specimens, such as white bones, dried human bodies, or organs and human bodies preserved in jars filled with formalin.

In short, everything was so sinful, like a living hell.

Right in the very center, a Japanese man in his fifties, dressed in a kimono, was kneeling in front of a low table, leisurely brewing tea.

Behind him were dozens of large crates piled up.

When Hu Biao looked over, he pushed a cup of tea towards Hu Biao and started shouting in standard Mandarin:
"Welcome to Mr. Hu Biao, the Tiger of Shanghai. Please have some tea."

Actually, I've wanted to meet you for a long time because I want to know what makes your body and structure, or your blood, different from that of ordinary people.

That's how you've managed to inflict crushing defeats on one of the Empire's most renowned generals and divisions after another over the years.

"Now that you see it, prepare to be reduced to ashes along with this damned den of demons," Hu Biao said calmly, continuing to slowly walk towards the Japanese soldier.

Dare to act tough in front of him? I'll show you what you're made of right away.

With that thought, Hu Biao produced a 15-liter gasoline container in his hand. After unscrewing the cap, he made a gesture as if he was about to pour the gasoline on Ishii and then set him on fire.

Perhaps it was this magical scene of gasoline drums appearing out of thin air, or perhaps it was the feeling of a strong threat of death.

Anyway, Ishii, that old devil, has shown his true colors, or rather, he can't keep up the act any longer.

He stammered, "Mr. Hu, Mr. Hu Biao, you can't do this. It's too barbaric. How about we make a deal?"
If you can let me go, I'm willing to give you all of this information.

The contents of this box contain all the research findings of Unit 731 over nearly ten years, starting in 1933. They will definitely be of great use to you…

(End of this chapter)