"The battle kicked off in an unexpected way..."

Excerpted from the next chapter "Interview with 731 Yushu". "I was a senior corps at that time. At that time, I was a member of the guard squadron guarding the 731 organization. That day, on the evening of July 19, Showa, I was on the night shift. Not long after, I heard noisy gunshots coming from the prison in the distance. Some young medical officers spontaneously organized themselves and ran in a mess. Seeing this situation, I suddenly felt that it was like the riot that happened two months ago. These roads would definitely be wiped out like the last time.

But this time I was wrong. After a while, someone said that our 643 unit had come. We asked us to open the iron gate and let the convoy come in. Who would have thought of it? They were not from the 643 unit at all. Their convoy rumbled into our territory, one on the left and the other on the right, and dispersed to all directions, without caring about me shouting here at the top of my lungs. How could this be done? I thought at the time, it was really a group of uninformed local buns. Shouldn’t the local troops follow the rules of the headquarters? They should always arrange meals and accommodation according to the orders. How could they run around as soon as they come in?

The cars that came in did not listen to my greetings. At this time, some of the comrades who were passing by or preparing to support the prison near me discovered something abnormal. Some of them had no guns and rushed to the sentry on the guardhouse to warn. At this time, I also felt a little aware of it. I hurriedly put bullets on my 38 gun. I didn't blame me. If I blamed it, I blamed me for the empty guns left for me. Just as I was busy pulling bullets from the bullet box, my companion shot in my ear. Can't this damn guy shoot away from my ear? Gunpowder squirted into my ears, Nuo, my right ear was deaf at that time.

Of course, this minor injury is nothing. When I saw someone who shot us, I was flying a few bullets at the back of the last truck running inside at high speed. My companion was blown off on the spot. Oh, my brain splashed all over my body. As a veteran, I was not afraid. I raised my gun and was about to shoot. Suddenly the second bullet flew towards me and hit my left chest in one go. Thank God! Oh, I am now Christian. I guess the other gunman was hitting my heart, but I was very lucky. My heart was a little bit off, which was two centimeters compared to ordinary people. Only these two centimeters made me save my life.

You said I'm talking? Oh, it's like this when I get old. A severe pain caused me to throw away my gun and fall on my back. I guess two of my ribs were broken. I didn't dare to move. I endured the pain and lay there ready to wait for them to walk away and get up and bandage them to continue fighting.

Why are you laughing at? I am not pretending to be dead, I am a warrior of the empire, how can I do such embarrassing things like pretending to be dead? If you delete this paragraph, I will not tell you what happened below...

The situation is clear. This group of people must be resistance organizations such as guerrillas, but seeing that they can get military vehicles and swaggers to open the door calmly, this group of people is definitely the elite troops of the guerrillas. If it weren't for this, how could ordinary resisters have such courage? At that time, I didn't know that the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces were no longer a broken guerrilla. At that time, we ordinary soldiers accepted orthodox propaganda, propaganda, how brave the Imperial Army was, and where they won the battle. The ragged Anti-Japanese Allied Forces were blocked by us in the mountains and could not get out. I was also stupid at the time, so I didn't analyze it. If the Imperial Army won the battle, why would the frequency of victory be higher and higher? It's because the enemy fought more and more and more and more times, the enemy was not weak at all, and it seemed that it was getting stronger and stronger.

I was injured. Although it hurts very much, I was very awake. I quickly flashed to a bunker and found hemostatic drugs and bandages. With the help of another person, I finally covered the wound. When I was climbing to the hospital, the kind-hearted medical officer ran to the bottom of the artillery tower. By chance, I was pressed down by the collapsed artillery tower. I didn't know his name, alas...

There were a few injured guys who were very brave, screaming and chasing the car that was leaving. With a loud bang, a very violent explosion occurred. Several wounded soldiers went to the shrine. I forgot to tell you that the firepower of these anti-Japanese elements is very fierce. If they don’t fight, they will be extremely powerful. Later I realized that the fire-breathing grenades were called rockets, and they exploded in an instant.

What do you ask? Why don’t I pursue those wounded soldiers? Hello, is there any humanity in your reporter? I’m so hurt. You ask me why I didn’t go into the battle? Besides, if I had died at that time, who would provide you with such detailed information to the person who is relying on a pen? You’re so angry that I won’t talk about it today. If I feel better, come again. Remember to bring enough interview fees. Why do you say that the country doesn’t take care of us disabled veterans? That’s that little money a month is not enough for me to buy rice dumplings.

Another memoir of later generations mentioned that at 7:30 pm on July 19, 1942, another major event occurred in the 731 garrison. Ding Yunhu, who was instigated by General Ishii, used the excuse of instigating some brothers to serve the Imperial Army. He stayed in prison until 7:30 pm, and then led the people to launch a riot.

This included Ma Qian'an's contribution. After Ma Qian'an sent someone to suppress the restlessness in the prison, he left Ding Yunhu there to "incite the patriots" until he launched an operation to seize the prison on time at 7:30 pm.

The prison was in chaos, and the entire 731 was in chaos. Some military medical officers who had been resting in the dormitory after work picked up their weapons and rushed to the direction of the prison. The guard squadron, who had already had experience in suppressing, quickly gathered a small team of soldiers and rushed to the exit of the corridor at the entrance of the prison. They set up various guns to aim at the direction of the prison area. The rioters in the rioters in May tried to break through this only exit and were killed by the heavy machine guns of the guard team in the corridor. The guard squadron leader Yuichi Shirai believed that the consequences of the rioters this time were the same as their predecessors and should have died here without any accident.

Yuichi Shirai thought worriedly: The guards inside did not escape, they must have become meat paste now. Baga! How did this riot happen? Why was he kept in the dark again? Xuanye, a damn stupid pig, is very incompetent. I think he will not have any good results like the previous warden.

There are military doctors and interns from all directions everywhere. Although their enthusiasm should be worthy of praise, there are many people, and many military doctors with the rank of rank are messing with "suggestions" to Shirai and argue with each other that their suggestions are the most perfect, which makes Shirai very angry.

Baga! I admit that you are the devils who kill without blinking, and that your military rank is a little higher than mine, but in the case of war, it is better for you guys who use scalpels to support mice to stand aside.

While nervous and worried, a soldier next to him came forward to report.

"General Ishii is here!" h!~!
Chapter completed!