Anti-Japanese War: Li Yunlong dared to attack Taiyuan

Wang Qianhu was gasping for breath, his eyes were red. If there were no soldiers around to stop him, he would have started a killing spree.

"Tie them all up and take them away. Don't let any of them die. Bring them back to the headquarters and hand them over to the commander!"

Zhang Yingcai spoke every word, suppressing his immense anger and maintaining his rationality.

"Yes!"

"Everyone should supervise each other. Killing them now would be too easy for these people!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yingcai walked to the wall and took down the photos one by one. His hands were shaking as he took down the photos. Now Zhang Yingcai was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions and would kill all the Japanese experimenters he had just captured.

There are four imaging rooms, each with hundreds of photos hanging in the walls and thick stacks of photos in the filing cabinets.

"Put all these photos together, put them on the plane, and send them back!"

"Yes!"

Continuing forward, in addition to the imaging room, there are various research laboratories with a large number of research equipment. After seeing this, Zhang Yingcai asked people to quickly dismantle the equipment that could be dismantled and put it on the plane to take back. The commander should be very happy to repeat the experiments they have done on these Japanese experimenters.

After searching the entire basement, Zhang Yingcai and his men began to search the top three floors of the main building, packing up and taking away all the information that could be taken away.

Chapter 475 The One Who Decides to Die

"Battalion Commander, more than a thousand people have been rescued from the prison in the back. Some are from the Mao Bears, some are from us, and some are from the Peninsula."

"Let's go and have a look!"

Unit 731 was divided into experimental areas and detention areas. The place where people were detained was located to the north of the laboratory. It was called the Unit 731 Headquarters Special Prison. It was a square building divided into two courtyards by a central corridor. The eight buildings in the east courtyard were the women's prison, and the seven buildings in the west courtyard were the men's prison.

Both the east and west buildings had two floors and a basement. The prison had a total of forty-eight rooms, each holding more than twenty people. Various experiments were conducted daily, and as soon as someone in the prison died from torture, another person would be sent in. Once inside, no one could leave alive.

When Zhang Yingcai saw this group of people, they all looked at him in horror. These people were both men and women, most of them had visible scars on their bodies, and many of them were incomplete.

"Fellow villagers, don't worry. We are not devils, we are the Eighth Route Army. We are here to rescue you!"

Zhang Yingcai looked at the group of people in silence and took the initiative to speak.

But this group of people still kept their heads down and dared not speak.

"Who is it, stop!"

"boom!"

A gunshot was heard, and then several soldiers surrounded them.

"Report, a Japanese soldier was hiding in a room trying to escape, but was discovered by our people and has been captured!"

At this time, a soldier dragged out the shot Japanese soldier and prepared to take off his military uniform and give it to the rescued people, after all, their clothes were too thin.

When this group of rescued people saw the Japanese being dragged out, they instantly became excited.

"Devil, devil!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Everyone was staring at the devil not far away and shouting. At this time, a thin middle-aged man stood up and said, "Sir, can you let me kill that devil?"

"can!"

After hearing this, the thin middle-aged man burst out with amazing strength in his thin body. He quickly rushed to the wounded Japanese soldier and punched him hard.

When the rest of the people saw this, they also rushed towards the Japanese soldier.

"Captain, are we not going to take care of this?"

Zhang Yingcai watched as a group of people tore the Japanese soldier into pieces, shook his head and said, "No need, let them vent their anger. Let the brothers bring all the wounded Japanese soldiers over and hand them over to them!"

"Yes!"

Soon, the wounded Japanese soldiers who had been abandoned to die were thrown by the soldiers in front of these rescued people.

When the people who had not been able to snatch a piece of meat from the Japanese saw this, they rushed over quickly and used their fists, feet, teeth and other means. They tried every possible way to kill the Japanese.

After more than ten minutes, all the devils disappeared, leaving only some bloodstains on the ground as proof that they had existed, and only the broken bones and some flesh.

There were more than a thousand people, each of them covered in blood. Some were laughing, but as they laughed they began to cry and eventually died.

Some people stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Come on, you are saved, we will take you home!"

Zhang Yingcai sighed in his heart. He did not blame them for their behavior just now. The way the Japanese tortured them was even more horrific. They were just asking for a little bit of interest for the dead.

"Sir, will the Japs come here again?"

The thin man who was the first to ask whether he could kill the devil suddenly asked.

Zhang Yingcai stopped and looked at the man: "He should be coming. We should retreat as well."

"Can you give me a gun and some grenades? I don't want to leave."

After hearing this, Zhang Yingcai stared at the thin man in front of him and asked, "What's your name?"

"I don't remember. The Japanese didn't allow us to remember our names. We only have a number tattooed here."

The thin man pointed to the number tattooed on his neck by the Japanese.

"Follow us and you will live."

"I won't live long. I know my physical condition. The Japanese made me inhale poison gas and are observing my reaction. No one in the ward with me can survive ten days. I'm already on the eighth day."

"If I follow you, I'll die too. I'll just be a burden. I can only take a few steps and need to rest. If you carry me with you, we won't go far. I want to fight the Japs to the death. If you don't have a gun, just give me a grenade."

Zhang Yingcai looked at the thin man seriously, staring at his face, trying to remember what he looked like.

"Will you shoot?"

"No, I can learn."

"Okay, I'll teach you!"

"Sir, I'm not leaving either. I can't leave!"

A man with only one leg left stood up and spoke firmly. His leg was smashed by the Japanese. Yes, smashed. One leg was frozen and then smashed bit by bit with various sticks. He didn't know how he survived, but he didn't want to be a burden now.

"Sir, just give me a bomb."

"Sir, I..."

People in the crowd kept responding, and eventually more than 300 people wanted to stay. Most of these people had been tortured by the Japanese. They knew they would not live long, and did not want to be dragged down by the main force, so they decided to stay and fight the Japanese to the death.

Most of the remaining 600-odd people had not yet been tortured by the Japanese devils. To be precise, it was not their turn yet. They were still in good health. This group of people chose to leave with Zhang Yingcai and others.

"This is a Type 38 rifle. This is how you shoot. Aim here, then pull the trigger!"

"This is the Japanese cantaloupe grenade. You have to knock it before throwing it, like this."

"This is a pack of dynamite. Once you light the fuse, it will explode in about five seconds. It's very powerful and can destroy everything around it."

"The booby trap is set like this..."

"You can also wear Japanese military uniforms, disguise yourself as Japanese soldiers, and then..."

Zhang Yingcai and the soldiers from his special operations battalion taught this group of people how to use weapons with tears in their eyes.

"Master Jun, don't cry. We are not afraid. Why are you crying?"

A man said jokingly.

"My name is Zhang Xiaoniu, we are from the Eighth Route Army, you don't have to call me Army Master!"

"Then what should I call you?"

Zhang Xiaoniu looked at the man who had decided to die and said with a smile, "Just call me comrade."

"Comrade?"

"Yes, people with the same ideals are comrades. We all want to kill the devils, so we are comrades!"

"Okay, comrades, thank you for giving us the opportunity for revenge! I won't be able to repay you in this life, but I will in the next..."

"In the next life, our country will be prosperous and strong, and we won't have to sacrifice anything!"

Zhang Xiaoniu took out two grenades from his body and handed them over.

"Yes, we will be rich and strong in the future."

Chapter 476: Nameless Person

"I don't remember my name. I only know the Japanese called me 6154. They whipped me so that I forgot my name and could only remember my number, 6154."

"The devils would occasionally call out my code name. If I was slow to react, they would whip me and torture me in various ways. The more painful my screams were, the happier the devils laughed. They were not human, but demons."

"In order to survive, I had no choice but to endure the torture inflicted by the devils."

"Later, I forgot my name, forgot who I was, and only remembered this code name."

"Then the Japanese took me to the laboratory and locked me in a room. I smelled a very bad odor. I don't know how long it took before they let me out."

"From then on, the devils would check my body every day. I knew I was going to die."

"Because before anyone died in the cell, the devils would come to check their bodies. Now it's my turn."

"I thought about resisting and escaping, but there was no chance. The Japanese would round up anyone who resisted or escaped and then, right in front of us, skin and pull out our tendons. They literally skinned and pulled out our tendons."

"If any of us were afraid to look, the Japanese would pry our eyes open and force us to look. We would watch a living person being pried open from the top of his head by the Japanese..."

"I'm dying. My health is getting worse and worse. I'm starting to get out of breath when I walk."

"I originally thought I was going to die in this cold cell, but seeing the snow this year, I feel like I have no regrets. If I did have any, it would be why I didn't fight the Japanese while I still had the strength. Maybe it's because I was a coward, and now I don't have the chance."

"A group of people who called themselves the Eighth Route Army rescued us. They killed the devils and released us from the cell. But I knew I was going to die. Why didn't they come and rescue me earlier? Maybe I could have survived."

"I killed a Japanese soldier. I beat him to death with my fists, one punch after another. By the end, his flesh and blood were all over the place."

"The Eighth Route Army told me they could take me with them, but I knew my physical condition and I was going to die, so I didn't want to leave and didn't want to be held back. I wanted to kill one more enemy soldier. I couldn't shoot, so I asked them to teach me how to shoot and how to use grenades."

"They left, and before they left, they called me comrade. A comrade is someone with the same ideals as them. Because I was going to fight the Japanese, I was the same as them, so they called me comrade."