After Yang Zhen heard Guo Bingxun's words, he recalled for a long time and didn't remember it. At that time, he put all his eyes on Shiro Ishii, full of desire to eat his flesh and drink his blood to relieve the humiliation of China for decades.

Looking at Yang Zhen's puzzled gaze, Guo Bingxun shook his head and said with some puzzlement: "I see that your eyes were on the Japanese army Dazuo at that time, and you didn't see anything else at all." And the way you looked at the Japanese soldier at that time, it was as fierce as a wolf, not to mention that I felt cold when I stood next to you at that time. What kind of person is that Japanese soldier Dazuo, who makes you hate like this. Do you know him? I've seen a lot of Japanese people, but it's the first time I've seen him as tall. ”

Regarding Guo Bingxun's question, Yang Zhen naturally couldn't say that he had seen a photo of that guy in later generations, so he knew that he was the founder of this Japanese army's bacteriological warfare unit. Taking the Chinese as a human body is the founder of this guy.

From the creation of this unit to the defeat of the Japanese army, there is no accurate number of Chinese who were used alive to make bacteriological real yàn, but at least there are more than 3,000 people. Fortunately, he can speak Japanese, which gives him a good excuse to explain.

Yang Zhen shook his head and said: "I don't know him, but from the conversations of those Japanese soldiers, I can tell that the military doctor Dazuo who is the leader of these Japanese officers is the commander of this Japanese army and the founder of this Japanese bacteriological warfare unit, Shiro Ishii. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhen smiled bitterly and said, "Using Chinese as living organisms to develop bacteriological weapons was also proposed by this guy first. How do you say this person makes me not hate? In the eyes of this vicious man, the lives of us Chinese are no more valuable than the ones they can take to dissect frogs at any time. ”

These can be said, in contrast to these, what really makes Yang Zhen's heart feel a burst of bitterness is that this guy whose hands are stained with Chinese blood, even if he is cut with a thousand knives, cannot redeem the crimes he committed in China, but after the war, he traded with the United States with the actual information of bacteriological warfare in exchange for the lives of countless Chinese, obtained the protection of the American occupation authorities without any legal or even moral accountability, and relied on the large wealth he made in China to enjoy the rest of his life until he finally died of illness.

Not only him, but also those Japanese officers at all levels who committed countless bloody crimes in China and committed many evil deeds were severely punished? Bacteriological warfare, chemical warfare, and various massacres that exterminated humanity, how many Japanese war criminals who committed these crimes were subjected to even the most basic moral sanctions? Justice and justice are so fragile in the face of power.

Especially for Americans who claim justice, no matter what dehumanizing things this person has done, as long as it is beneficial to their so-called American interests, it can be tolerated and covered. In order to use these bacteriological warfare materials for them, these Americans, who have always been meticulous in their mouths, can be open-minded and exempt from prosecution of these war criminals without even giving an explanation. As for whether the people of other countries can accept it emotionally and whether the victims can accept it, it is a trivial matter for them.

Regarding Yang Zhen's bitter smile, although Guo Bingxun didn't know what he really thought in his heart, he understood this bitter smile. After being silent for a while, he patted Yang Zhen on the shoulder and said, "Brother Yang, don't think too much. Now the most important thing we should think about is how to get the brothers out. We're not afraid of death, but we can't just let the devil make a real product. As long as we can get out alive, one day we will return the things that these little devils have done to us one by one. Good and evil will be rewarded eventually, and as long as we live, there will be a day of revenge. ”

After listening to Guo Bingxun's words, Yang Zhen nodded solemnly: "You are right, as long as we live, we will have the opportunity to repay this blood debt from them." ”

After this conversation with Guo Bingxun, Yang Zhen, who was a little depressed in his heart, was about to say something more, but he heard a burst of snoring from the bed over there.

Looking at the little tiger who was sleeping in the corner of the wall and didn't know it, Yang Zhen stepped forward to put him away, and after opening an old military blanket on the bed to cover him, he turned his head to Guo Bingxun and said: "Okay, Brother Guo won't talk about it for now, it's going to be dark, you should rest early, now the most important thing for us is to take care of our body first." Only when the body is restored can we have a way. ”

Yang Zhen advised Guo Bingxun to rest well so that he could recover as soon as possible, but he himself kept his eyes open and sleepless until dawn. Listening to the sound of the shackles being pulled in his ears from time to time, Yang Zhen knew that Guo Bingxun was not asleep, and the reason why he didn't speak should be that he was still digesting his words. Yes, knowing the nature of this Japanese army, I'm afraid that few people will be able to sleep.

Yang Zhen, who was lying on his bunk and had not spoken again, kept spinning rapidly, constantly pondering the little information he had seen in later generations about the largest bacteriological unit of the Japanese army.

This Japanese army was a top secret even among the Japanese army, and most of the information was destroyed by the Japanese army when it was defeated, and those that were made public were just scratching the surface, and there was not much for Yang Zhen to use.

Although Yang Zhen doesn't know much about what can be used in later generations, there is one thing that is very important to him now. Although the hand-drawn sketches and slightly blurry photos of later generations were not too detailed, they also gave Yang Zhen an idea of the overall structure of the place. With these, Yang Zhen is like a map, as long as he recovers his body and can get out of this cell, he must have a way to get out with his own skills and the cooperation of Guo Bingxun's subordinates.

Just how can I get out? But it made Yang Zhen helpless for a while. Take advantage of the wind? No, when the Japanese army is letting off steam, it is bound to closely monitor this place. With his bare hands, not only will he not be able to rush out, but he will arouse the vigilance of the Japanese army, and on the contrary, it will affect other fellow refugees. What to do made Yang Zhen hesitate for a while.

Yang Zhen, who thought about it for a long time and didn't come up with a solution, took out the wire from his shoes that he had worked so hard to insert into some hidden parts when he was forced to bathe and disinfect and rubbed it for a long time, and decided to observe the movement of the Japanese army first, especially the vigilance situation.

Yang Zhen's prediction was still accurate. On the second day, after careful observation, he was glad that he had given up the idea of acting during the release.

These Japanese soldiers were cautious and tight, and did not give the people in the special prison a chance to contact the outside world. Even when the wind is blowing, everyone can only walk back and forth in the corridor, and they can't get out of the corridor at all. Not to mention the Chinese, except for special personnel, even the Japanese cannot be reached.

During the release, the two sides of the corridor were full of Japanese soldiers with six-edged sticks, closely monitoring the people in the corridor. Outside the iron prison, there was also a Japanese soldier with a loaded gun standing every two meters, all of whom pointed at the iron prison. At each end of the hallway, there is a safe, crooked machine gun, pointing at the prisoners moving in the hallway.

In order to be foolproof, the prisoners were cut off from each other, and even the prisoners were not allowed to speak, let alone talk to each other. As long as that person makes the slightest sound of speaking, the sticks in the hands of the Japanese soldiers in the corridor, who are closely monitoring the winders, will not hesitate to smash the sticks down.

Yang Zhen saw with his own eyes that the two prisoners of war who were being held in two cells separately, perhaps from the same township, just greeted each other, and then were beaten on the head and bleeding in front of him by the big stick in the hands of the Japanese soldiers behind him.

With such strict monitoring, Yang Zhen didn't dare to make any rash moves. He knew that if he or someone else made any move, the bullets on both sides of the corridor would sweep mercilessly. When the time comes, let alone break out of the cage, it would be good if half of the people here could survive under the dense firepower.

In addition to making Yang Zhen give up the idea of acting in the wind for the first time, his only gain was to know that not all the people in this secret prison were released at the same time.

Those who were sent here were handcuffed and shackled. The handcuffs are fine, but the sound of the shackles grinding on the ground is not small in any way. Especially in the building, even if the sound insulation of this building is good, it can be heard downstairs. After all, the shackles are dragged on the ground, and few people can walk around with heavy shackles without making any sound.

Yang Zhen did not hear the sound of shackles dragging the floor from upstairs or downstairs when he was letting out the wind, which can only show that all the prisoners were not letting off the wind at the same time. This discovery made Yang Zhen somewhat moved, because he understood that this meant that the Japanese army did not have a lot of guard forces here. In addition to the necessary guards on the perimeter, the security forces in this special prison should be what I see today.

In addition to these, there was another unexpected discovery that made Yang Zhen feel a little lucky. The Japanese soldiers with big sticks in the corridor were not wearing the same uniforms as the Japanese soldiers with loaded guns on the periphery, and although the Japanese soldiers with guns on the periphery did not wear steel helmets, all the uniforms were regular. However, the Japanese soldiers who were watching in the prison were wearing some of the Western army suit-style uniforms, and the military posture they stood on was far inferior to the standards of the Japanese troops outside. This shows that the Japanese army in this should not be a regular Japanese army.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen suddenly remembered that he had read in a later document that in this special prison, all the guards were summoned by Shiro Ishii from his hometown, and even many of them were tenant farmers of his family. And the person in charge of guarding is also his second brother Takeo Ishii. In other words, these people wearing Western-style military uniforms that are different from the regular military uniforms of the Japanese army are not soldiers of the regular Japanese army, but hired personnel.

When Yang Zhen was in later generations, he knew that the regular troops of the Japanese army at this time were extremely combative. Whether it is shooting or white-knuckle combat, it is far from being comparable to the Chinese army. Its individual combat quality is definitely first-class in the world. Not to mention that these prisoners of war are now unarmed, even if they have weapons in hand, the more than 100 people in this floor together are not necessarily the opponents of the dozens of Japanese regular soldiers in front of them.

And even if these hired personnel have received military training, their combat effectiveness should be very different from that of the regular Japanese army. If you do it, your side should have some chance of winning. It's just that Yang Zhen is a little worried that he doesn't know if Guo Bingxun can pass the news to the person under him in this situation.

No matter what he does, he needs to be cooperated, and neither Guo Bingxun nor Xiaohuzi, who is in the same cell as him, has this skill. Without the cooperation of people, it is difficult to do some things alone. Unable to ask, Yang Zhen could only wait until he returned to his cell to ask.