Chapter 8

After hearing Guo Bingxun's words, Yang Zhen recalled for a long time but still couldn't remember. [Com text] At that time, he had focused all his attention on Ishii Shiro, filled with a desire to eat his flesh and drink his blood to avenge the humiliation of the Chinese people over the past few decades. He had no time to pay attention to others.

Seeing Yang Zhen's puzzled look, Guo Bingxun shook his head and said, somewhat puzzled, "I saw that your attention was entirely on the Japanese major. You didn't even notice anything else. And the way you looked at that Japanese major was as fierce as a wolf. Even standing next to you, I felt a chill. Who is that Japanese major that you hate so much? Do you know him? This Japanese major is quite tall. I've seen many Japanese, but I've never seen anyone as tall as him."

In response to Guo Bingxun's questions, Yang Zhen naturally couldn't say that he had seen the man's photo in the future and knew that he was the founder of this Japanese biological warfare unit. This man was the one who first proposed using Chinese people for human experiments to develop biological weapons.

From the establishment of this unit until the Japanese defeat, the number of Chinese people used for live biological experiments has no accurate figure, but it is at least over three thousand. Fortunately, he could speak Japanese, which gave him a good excuse to explain.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said, "I don't know him, but from the conversation of those Japanese, I can tell that the leading medical major among the Japanese officers is the commander of this Japanese unit and the founder of this Japanese biological warfare unit, Major Ishii Shiro."

At this point, Yang Zhen gave a bitter smile and said, "This man was the first to propose using Chinese people for human experiments to develop biological weapons. How could I not hate him? In the eyes of this ruthless man, the lives of us Chinese are no more valuable than the frogs they dissect at will."

These were things he could say. What truly made Yang Zhen feel bitter was that after the war, this man, whose hands were stained with the blood of countless Chinese people, and who could not be redeemed even if he were cut into a thousand pieces, used the biological warfare data obtained at the cost of countless Chinese lives to make a deal with the United States. He received protection from the U.S. occupation authorities and was never held legally or morally accountable. He lived a comfortable life with the wealth he had plundered from China until he died of illness.

Not only him, but how many of the Japanese officers who committed countless atrocities in China were severely punished? How many of the Japanese war criminals who committed these inhumane acts, such as biological warfare, chemical warfare, and mass killings, were even held to the most basic moral standards? Justice and righteousness are so fragile in the face of power.

Especially for the Americans, who claim to be righteous, no matter what inhumane acts a person has committed, as long as it benefits their so-called American interests, it can be tolerated and covered up. For the sake of using these biological warfare data, the Americans, who always talk about justice, can openly and without any explanation exempt these war criminals from prosecution. As for whether other countries' people or the victims can accept it, that is a trivial matter to them.

Seeing Yang Zhen's bitter smile, although Guo Bingxun didn't know his true thoughts, he understood the bitterness. After a moment of silence, he patted Yang Zhen's shoulder and said, "Brother Yang, don't think too much. What we should consider now is how to get our brothers out. We are not afraid of death, but we cannot let the Japanese use us as experimental subjects. As long as we can survive, there will be a day when we can repay them for what they have done to us. Good and evil will eventually be repaid. As long as we are alive, there will be a day for revenge."

After hearing Guo Bingxun's words, Yang Zhen nodded solemnly and said, "You're right. As long as we are alive, we will have the chance to repay this blood debt."

After this conversation with Guo Bingxun, Yang Zhen's mood improved slightly, and he was about to say something more when he heard snoring coming from the bed. It was Xiao Hu, who had been listening to their conversation, but couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.

Seeing Xiao Hu, who was half-leaning against the wall, drooling in his sleep, Yang Zhen went over and laid him down, then covered him with an old military blanket. Turning to Guo Bingxun, he said, "Alright, Brother Guo, let's stop talking. It's almost dawn. You should get some rest. The most important thing now is to regain our strength. Only when we are strong can we have a chance."

Yang Zhen advised Guo Bingxun to rest and regain his strength, but he himself stayed awake all night, listening to the occasional clinking of shackles. He knew that Guo Bingxun was also awake, probably still digesting what he had said. Yes, knowing the nature of this Japanese unit, few people could sleep.

Lying on his bed, Yang Zhen's mind was racing, constantly thinking about the limited information he had seen in the future about this largest Japanese biological warfare unit.

This Japanese unit was highly classified even within the Japanese military, and most of the records were destroyed when they were defeated. The information available to Yang Zhen was limited.

Although the information Yang Zhen knew from the future was limited, one thing was very important for him now. The hand-drawn sketches and slightly blurry photos, though not very detailed, gave Yang Zhen an idea of the overall structure. With this information, he felt like he had a map. As long as he regained his strength and could leave this cell, he believed that with his skills and the help of Guo Bingxun's subordinate, they could find a way out.

However, how to get out was a problem that Yang Zhen couldn't solve immediately. Acting during the exercise period? No, the Japanese would closely monitor the area. He was unarmed, and any rash action would not only fail to get him out but also alert the Japanese, putting other prisoners at risk. What to do, Yang Zhen was at a loss.

After thinking for a long time without coming up with a solution, Yang Zhen took out the iron wire he had hidden with great effort, even during the forced disinfection bath, and decided to first observe the Japanese's actions and the security situation.

Yang Zhen's prediction was quite accurate. During the exercise period the next day, he was glad he had abandoned the idea of acting during this time.

The Japanese were extremely cautious, not allowing the prisoners in the special prison to come into contact with the outside world. Even during the exercise period, everyone could only walk back and forth in the corridor and could not leave it. Not to mention Chinese people, even Japanese people other than special personnel could not come into contact with them.

During the exercise period, the corridor was lined with Japanese soldiers holding large clubs, closely monitoring the prisoners. Outside the iron bars, every two meters stood a Japanese soldier with a gun, all aiming at the prisoners inside. At both ends of the corridor, there were machine guns with the safety off, constantly pointing at the moving prisoners.

To prevent any communication between prisoners, even during the exercise period, prisoners were not allowed to speak or talk to each other. Any sound would result in the Japanese soldiers with clubs immediately striking the prisoner.

Yang Zhen personally saw two prisoners, perhaps from the same hometown, who were in different cells, exchange a greeting and were beaten to a bloody pulp by the Japanese soldiers behind them.

With such strict monitoring, Yang Zhen dared not make any rash moves. He knew that any unusual behavior would result in a hail of bullets from both sides of the corridor. In such a dense fire, it would be a miracle if even half of the prisoners survived.

During the first exercise period, Yang Zhen's only gain was the realization that not all prisoners in the secret prison were allowed to exercise at the same time.

The prisoners brought here were all in handcuffs and leg irons. The sound of the leg irons dragging on the ground was not small, especially in a building. Even if the building had good soundproofing, the sound of the leg irons could still be heard downstairs. Because the leg irons had to drag on the ground, few people could move without making any noise.

During the exercise period, Yang Zhen did not hear the sound of leg irons from upstairs or downstairs, which meant that not all prisoners were exercising at the same time. This discovery made Yang Zhen somewhat hopeful, as it indicated that the Japanese security forces here were not numerous. Apart from the necessary external security, the internal security forces in this special prison were likely the ones he had seen today.

Another unexpected discovery made Yang Zhen feel somewhat relieved. The Japanese soldiers with clubs inside the corridor and the armed Japanese soldiers outside were wearing different uniforms. The armed Japanese soldiers outside were not wearing helmets but were in standard military uniforms. The Japanese soldiers inside the cells, however, were wearing uniforms that resembled Western-style military uniforms, and their posture was far less standard than the external Japanese forces. This suggested that the internal Japanese forces were not regular Japanese military units.

Thinking about this, Yang Zhen suddenly remembered a piece of information he had seen in the future. In this special prison, all the guards were recruited by Ishii Shiro from his hometown, and many were his tenant farmers. The person in charge of the guards was his second brother, Ishii Koji. This meant that the people in the Western-style uniforms were not regular Japanese soldiers but hired personnel.

Yang Zhen knew that the regular Japanese military units of that time were extremely powerful. Whether in shooting or close combat, they were far superior to the Chinese military. Their individual combat skills were among the best in the world. Even if the prisoners had weapons, the combined strength of over a hundred people in this building would not be a match for the dozens of regular Japanese soldiers.

The hired personnel, even if they had received military training, would be far less capable than the regular Japanese military. If they were to fight, Yang Zhen's side would have a chance of winning. However, what troubled Yang Zhen was whether Guo Bingxun could pass the message to his subordinate in this situation.

He needed someone to cooperate with him, and neither Guo Bingxun nor Xiao Hu in the same cell had the necessary skills. Without someone to help, he couldn't accomplish certain tasks. Unable to ask directly, Yang Zhen could only wait until they returned to the cell to inquire.

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