Republic of China: Ace Pilot

Chapter 207, Section 206: Exposing Japanese Atrocities, "On the 99 Ways of Dying in China"

"Do you really think it was the Russians who did it?" Another officer got off the armored vehicle and spoke to him.

These two were clearly sent to investigate.

The two exchanged views on the mysterious night bomber.

"Besides the Russians, I can't think of anyone else who could do it."

"I don't think the Russians can do it either. If they had that technology, our troops wouldn't be safe at night, and it would be even more dangerous."

"Perhaps the Russians have not yet fully mastered this technology."

"Maybe. It couldn't have been the Chinese army that did it."

"Haha, impossible. The Republic of China government couldn't even build military aircraft, let alone night bombers."

"Speaking of night bombers, I'm reminded of something. Taishan Airlines bought an F.220, which was a French night bomber."

"You mean Taishan Airlines bombed us?"

Both officers shook their heads in unison, denying it.

That's ridiculous, even more unlikely than doubting the Nationalist government.

Nighttime bombing is not something that can be done casually.

They examined all the bombing sites along the way and were increasingly incredulous at how the enemy could achieve such precise bomb impacts, especially in the dark of night, even more accurately than during the day.

Did the Russians invent a bomber that would change the course of the war?!

With this question in mind, they reported the situation.

To the south, there is Shanghai Airport.

Fang Wen and his comrades who carried out the night bombing were all resting.

I was too tired last night.

Even Fang Wen, whose recovery ability has improved, still needs to sleep for a few hours.

Upon waking up, Fang Wen became worried about the action team.

This mission wouldn't be complete without bringing back information about the crimes committed by the Japanese.

He also needs to do a lot of follow-up work on this intelligence.

Have all the people arrived at their destinations yet?
Fang Wen unfolded the map.

The place they went to was called Anda County.

This is the name used during the Republic of China era. In the future, it will also have another name: Daqing.

No oil fields have been discovered in Anda County yet, but there is permafrost more than a meter deep there, and the permafrost layer does not thaw for seven months of the year.

This permafrost is actually quite suitable for airplane landings; it just needs to be leveled.

He waited two days before receiving the telegram from the action team.

All personnel have arrived, and the runway has been prepared.

It's time to go and pick them up.

Fang Wen waited until nightfall, then took off alone in the Taishan No. 1.

At 1 a.m., the plane flew over Harbin and entered Anda County.

Guided by radio waves, Fang Wen quickly found the landing point.

Two rows of torches burned, providing clear guidance, and combined with the radio waves, they landed easily on the frozen ground.

After a slight turbulence, the plane came to a stop, and Fang Wen got up and went to the back to open the cabin door.

"Welcome home! You are heroes of Taishan Airlines and heroes of China."

The 11 people were embarrassed by the general manager's praise, but didn't know how to refuse, a stark contrast to their behavior in Harbin.

"Come on up. We'll talk about it when we get back." Fang Wen stepped aside to let the 11 people board the plane.

After boarding was completed, the plane took off immediately.

On the plane, Fang Wen remembered something and instructed, "After you get back, don't show up immediately. Wait a few days before showing up, and then report to the British. If they ask, say that you traveled by land. Fortunately, Shanhaiguan is not closed now. Remember not to say anything related to the plane."

Everyone nodded, looking at Fang Wen with admiration; they had already heard about it from Wu Yingzong last night.

Overnight, multiple Japanese strongholds were engulfed in flames. This was even more ferocious than the army. It seems our fathers were right.

The plane landed at Shanghai Airport, and the 11 members of the operation quietly left the airport and waited in a nearby residential house.

It wasn't until a week later that they suddenly appeared and went directly into the city to report to the Far East intelligence station.

They provided some of the evidence of Japanese crimes to the head of the Far East intelligence station, thus completing the task assigned by the British intelligence agency.

Looking at the documents, the head of the intelligence station was shocked.

He took the initiative to leave the city and went to the airport to find Fang Wen.

"I can't believe a nation would do this. If a nation did it, it must be evil. I will report this intelligence to my superiors. But I don't know what the outcome will be." As he spoke, the head of the Far East intelligence station took out a small flask, took a swig, and used alcohol to numb the discomfort in his heart. He added, "I can ignore death, but I cannot tolerate this contempt for life."

“Yes, that’s precisely why I wanted to fund this operation. What would happen if this happened in England?” Fang Wen asked with a smile.

"If this happened in Britain, it would be a profound test of our national soul and a ruthless trampling on the bottom line of our civilization. I admit that our country has committed some evil deeds in the past, but compared to this, it is nothing. It is trampling on the bottom line of humanity," the head of the Far East intelligence station sighed.

Fang Wen's smile faded; this evil deed was only the beginning.

Human experimentation and massacres should never occur in any civilized race.

Perhaps we can use the British to bring this to the international stage.

A stack of pounds was placed on the table. Fang Wen said in a low voice, "Have you ever thought about leaving some highlights in your life that people can remember? For example, because of your courageous actions, you successfully exposed the atrocities of the Japanese inhumane human experimentation."

For an intelligence officer, life is destined to be one of obscurity.

But for a mid-to-high-level manager in an intelligence organization, reputation is a very valuable thing, as he can move to even higher levels in the future.

The thought of returning home and being praised at a banquet for my humanitarian good deeds will bring me great benefits.

He was moved.

The money was pushed back, and the head of the Far East intelligence station replied, "This has nothing to do with money. My heart tells me I must do it. But the world is very complicated, and the final outcome is uncertain. I can only say that I will try my best to escalate this matter."

Fang Wendao said, "Thank you, that's enough. The intelligence is yours, but I'd like to buy a copy, is that alright?"

“No problem.” The head of the Far East intelligence station looked at Fang Wen and suddenly said inexplicably, “Your methods cannot protect you. Only a strong backing can be relied upon. Why not join our British forces? We need capable people like you.”

Fang Wen's heart tightened. Had he been exposed?

He asked, "What are you talking about?"

“This country is beyond saving. Your sponsorship of exposing the atrocities committed by the Japanese will not end well. The Nationalist government may even stop you,” the head of the Far East intelligence station replied.

So that's what it meant. Fang Wen relaxed, but then made another connection.

Is it really impossible to protect oneself?
He didn't believe that Taishan Airlines was just the beginning, that this game of life was only just starting, and that he wouldn't lose.

After smilingly declining, Fang Wen saw the Far East intelligence station chief off.

The British were just a minor incident; what he needed to do now was to expose the atrocities committed by the Japanese in Northeast China to the world.

But to do this, he needs help. He needs to invite a group of influential people; for example, Mr. Liang and Mr. Lin's salon would be a good choice.

Therefore, he sent Zhao Shanhu to the city.

Zhao Shanhu, former member of the Taishan Aviation Security Team, is now an airport security inspector.

After Shunzi got married and started her own business, Fang Wen lost someone who could run errands for him, and Zhao Shanhu was a good candidate.

He was happy to run errands for the general manager and would immediately head to the city center upon receiving orders.

After searching for a long time, we finally found Mr. Liang and Mr. Lin's home.

After he knocked on the door, the other person looked him up and down for a long time and said something that sounded like a code: "Pilot?"

"What pilot? I'm a security inspector. Maybe next year. I'll take the flight apprentice exam next year and become a pilot then," Zhao Shanhu replied.

"Oh, so you're not him in disguise. Then what do you need?" Mr. Lin asked with a smile.

"Our general manager said that he wants all of you to go to the airport; he's going to hold a salon there."

When everyone heard that Fang Wen, the general manager of Taishan Airlines, was going to hold a salon, they were very interested.

So the group went directly to the airport.

After arriving at the airport, they were taken to the venue where Taishan Airlines had previously held a salon.

Fang Wen was already waiting there.

"Welcome everyone to this salon, please come in."

Under his guidance, everyone arrived at the salon hall.

The room was spacious, so everyone casually found a soft chair and sat down, ready for an interesting discussion.

At this moment, Fang Wen spoke up: "I have something very important to announce."

The conversation ended, and everyone looked at Fang Wen.

"Not long ago, I received intelligence that the Japanese had established a bacterial biochemistry laboratory in HEB City, Heilongjiang Province, in Northeast China, where they were conducting experiments on living people."

Exclamations erupted; no one could believe it.

Fang Wen continued:
"Don't you believe me? I understand. You might think that Japan is more technologically advanced than China, and its culture should be equally advanced, so how could they do such a thing? Some of my company's senior executives have thought the same way. To prove that this is not fake, I bought a complete set of materials from the British. But I suggest you look at the written materials first; the pictures will give you nightmares."

After Fang Wen finished speaking, the employees of Taishan Airlines brought over the materials and distributed them to the people in the salon. Some of the employees seemed to be in poor condition, probably because they had already read the materials.

Please open and read it.

“I’ve interviewed many murder cases.” The editor of the newspaper was the first to pick it up and look at it.

As he watched, his hands trembled, and a silent rage erupted from his thin body.

"Is this true?" He looked up at Fang Wen, unwilling to believe it.

Fang Wen sighed, "It's true."

The information was disseminated, and everyone who saw it had a different reaction.

Some people slammed their fists in anger, some felt unwell and vomited, some cried out loud, and some remained silent and dejected.

Fang Wen picked up a document and said loudly, "This document states that the Japanese used living people to conduct experiments on infectious diseases such as plague, cholera, anthrax, typhoid fever, dysentery, and tuberculosis. They drew blood to make serum samples, surgically removed organs, and amputated limbs. They were also preparing to conduct poison gas experiments, including mustard gas, Lewisite, phosgene, and cyanide. They also conducted some special medical experiments, such as dehydration, high pressure, vacuum, drowning, burning, frostbite, and drying—all on living people. Would you like to hear more details?"

"No," a woman pleaded, vomiting. She was a doctor.

The bookish woman sighed, "They are treated like dogs, without any dignity whatsoever."

"Dogs? They're not even as good as dogs." The bearded man's face turned red. "Could they do these things in Japan? Definitely not. To do them in Northeast China is to treat us like we're not human. It's laughable. China, once a great and respected nation, has not learned a single thing about propriety, righteousness, integrity, or shame, but has absorbed and elevated the word 'beast' to a higher level."

Seeing the resentment and indignation filling the room, Fang Wen spoke up: "You feel strong disgust and discomfort just from the words themselves, but what they did was even worse than you imagine. There's a door behind me, and behind that door hang photos taken during their experiments. Do you dare to look?"

Everyone was hesitant.

The bearded man stood up: "Get up, all of you! Our compatriots are suffering, and we don't even have the courage to watch?"

At his urging, everyone stood up and went through the door behind Fang Wen.

Screams and angry roars rang out; some people rushed out of the door, while others collapsed on the ground and were carried out.

Fang Wen clapped his hands, and the doctor outside rushed in to help with the treatment.

“Alas,” he sighed again, “I’m sorry everyone. I admire your literary talent and hope that you can do something about this matter, which is why I’ve resorted to this desperate measure.”

The bearded man panted, "You bastard Fang Wen, we'll never forget this. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Mr. Liang stood up: "Go ahead and say it. I think everyone will support you."

Although everyone present was dissatisfied with Fang Wen's behavior, they were all willing to lend a hand.

After all, those scenes were too shocking, and if we didn't do something, we would feel guilty for the rest of our lives.

Fang Wen nodded: "I want to use your influence to promote this matter and let more people know about it. Just tell me how much funding you need, and I'll cover it."

The editors of the application took the lead in promising: "It is our duty to apply for this, and you must also do your best. We dream of serving our country every day, and we cannot back down when the time comes."

Everyone agreed.

That's settled then.

1934 4 Month 3 Day.

The application was published in an article.

On the Ninety-Nine Ways to Die in China

The ancient land of China has always been a land of propriety and civilization, renowned for its brilliance. Throughout this vast historical river, countless heroes have dedicated themselves to their country, sacrificing their lives and shedding their blood to compose countless tragic and heroic epics. Life is fleeting, like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall, yet when we finally return to dust, we may be as majestic as Mount Tai or as light as a feather—this is the true meaning of life.

We, the sons and daughters of China, face death without fear, not as an end, but as an eternal blossoming of our spirit. Among those who perished are those who "sacrifice themselves for the nation." They were brave warriors who stepped forward, building a Great Wall with their flesh and blood to defend the dignity and interests of our nation. The Yellow River flows on, the Great Wall stands tall, and countless heroic souls rest here, their blood watering the flower of peace. Their achievements are forever etched in history, inspiring future generations to forge ahead.

There is also the saying, "To die in the right place," referring to those who, with lofty ideals and noble sentiments, sacrifice themselves for their beliefs and ideals. They held high aspirations, faced death without fear, and remained steadfast in their resolve even in the face of imminent death. Remembering our revolutionary pioneer, Dr. Sun Yat-sen, who dedicated his life to the great cause of national independence and democratic republic, despite numerous setbacks, his resolve remained unwavering. His passing was like the fall of a star, yet it left an inextinguishable light for the Chinese nation, guiding future generations on their path.

Furthermore, "dying without regrets" is also a state of being. This refers to the end of life, when the heart is free of burdens and regrets. Like soldiers fighting against invaders, knowing they are outmatched, they still step forward to protect the people with their own bodies. The greatness of their sacrifice cannot be fully described in words; only selflessness and great love can interpret it. Their deaths, though not spectacular, are like a gentle spring breeze, nourishing silently—truly the highest value of life.

Throughout China's five-thousand-year history, countless ordinary people have written extraordinary lives with their humble origins. Whether tilling the fields, weaving cloth, or teaching, they quietly dedicated themselves to their ordinary jobs, pouring their hearts and souls into the happiness of their families and the harmony of society. Though they may not have achieved illustrious feats at the time of their passing, their diligence and contributions throughout their lives are the very foundation of our nation. Their deaths, though seemingly insignificant, possess a significance and value heavier than Mount Tai.

All of this can be described as the way China dies.

However, with Japan now occupying Northeast China, there are more tragic events that we do not wish to see.

As you may know, the Japanese have created many new ways to die.

To die from dehydration: to evaporate a living person to determine how much water the body contains.

Vacuum death: Removing air from a person's body, causing them to suffocate and die.

Or drowning, burns, frostbite, poison gas.

Even the blood of living people was not spared; it was all drained with a syringe.

Various infectious bacteria were also injected into living people for experiments to observe their reactions.

Such methods of death, impossible in Japan, are being used to wantonly torment and deprive people of their lives in the Northeast.

Alas, humans are worse off than dogs, their lives as insignificant as ants.

At this point in my writing, I am filled with bewilderment and indignation, and I have no words to continue. I hope that my fellow countrymen will fill in the gaps.

(End of this chapter)