"Save them?"

Meng Shaoyuan glanced outside the car: "I am only your God, not theirs. I am not that kind. If I lose my life to save them, then I will be a big fool!"

Pastor Jian was stunned.

He had never heard anyone talk like that.

"There's paper and pen there."

Meng Shaoyuan said calmly: "Record what you saw today, live on, and then tell the whole world what you saw today!"

Pastor Jian shivered and picked up the paper and pen.

He is a devout believer, but he is not a fool.

He knew clearly that this young Japanese officer had taken great risks in order to save himself.

Rescue those four hundred people?

It's simply impossible.

With trembling hands, he wrote on the paper:

"Today was supposed to be Christmas Eve, but it turned out to be the saddest day I have ever encountered. At noon, I and a group of poor people who had been imprisoned for a long time like me were forced to leave the concentration camp by the Japanese with bayonets.

They gave us tools and forced us to dig a very big pit, a pit big enough to bury four hundred people..."

As he wrote, his tears couldn't stop flowing.

At this time, there was a chaotic and noisy sound outside, mixed with curses and pleadings.

Pastor Jian hurriedly looked outside.

The big hole has been dug.

The Japanese soldiers were forcing those people to jump down.

It was at this time that these people finally knew what this big pit was used for.

No one wants to die like this.

Some people wanted to resist, but what greeted them was vicious bayonets.

Some people knelt on the ground and begged to be let go, but they were kicked into the pit mercilessly.

More and more people, or "people" turned into corpses, were thrown into this big pit.

Then, shovelfuls of soil continued to fall toward their heads.

Pastor Jian's tears fell like a floodgate.

"Tears can't solve the problem." Meng Shaoyuan still looked so calm: "Record everything you see. At least, future generations will know what happened here."

Pastor Jian nodded vigorously and wiped away his tears.

He glanced at Meng Shaoyuan gratefully. If it weren't for this Japanese officer, he would have become one of those four hundred people.

But what puzzled him was that since the other party was also Japanese, why would he take such a big risk to rescue him?

A total of 413 people were buried in the large pit they dug themselves.

And this was also the beginning of the "Manila Massacre" that shocked the world!

Pastor Jane of the Franciscan Church, with the help of a mysterious Japanese officer, luckily survived until the end of the war.

Everything he recorded truly showed the world the nightmare of that night.

Afterwards, according to Pastor Jian’s records, the U.S. military discovered the hundred-man grave.

The four hundred and thirteen corpses that began to rot were shocking.

The truth of the "Manila Massacre" was gradually exposed to the world bit by bit with the discovery of these 413 corpses.

The Japanese army committed numerous crimes not only in Nanjing but also in China. Their crimes in Southeast Asia are also countless!

Compared with others, Pastor Jane is undoubtedly lucky.

Meng Shaoyuan rescued him and sent him out of Manila as soon as possible.

Before leaving, Meng Shaoyuan handed him a box and told him solemnly:

"I found Lieutenant Colonel Bersons and entrusted him to deliver this box to General MacArthur. This matter is related to the lives of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of American troops and innocent people!"

Pastor Jian lived up to Meng Shaoyuan’s expectations.

Following his guidance, despite the hardships and dangers, he found the guerrillas a few days later and met Lieutenant Colonel Bersons under the guidance of the guerrillas.

"It was Peter Lin who asked me to come."

Pastor Jian firmly remembered the Japanese officer’s instructions.

Sure enough, any intelligence brought out by Peter Lin was enough to arouse the great attention of Lieutenant Colonel Bersons.

He took the very mysterious box that seemed to be made of special materials.

Then, when the U.S. submarine secretly supplied supplies to the Philippine guerrillas, Lieutenant Colonel Persons asked the submarine to take the box to the Western Pacific Allied Forces Command.

…

"Rat flea!"

The US military officers were summoned, and all their eyes were fixed on the test tube-like things in front of them.

"Rat flea!" MacArthur repeated again: "One rat flea can kill more than a hundred people. And here, there are ten kilograms!"

Everyone gasped.

But MacArthur's words were not over yet: "In Manila, there are still twenty kilograms of rat fleas!"

All US military officers were shocked.

A total of thirty kilograms of rat fleas. Once the US military invades Manila without knowing it, what terrible nightmare they will face!

They were not afraid of attacking Manila, nor were they afraid of the heavy casualties they might face in a brutal war.

But this biological weapon?

Invisible and intangible.

When death has quietly enveloped you, you don't even know what has happened.

This invisible enemy is the most terrifying!

"Luckily for us, we not only know that the Japanese army is preparing to use biological and chemical weapons on a large scale, but we also control these terrible weapons!"

MacArthur emphasized his tone: "Twenty kilograms of rat fleas in Manila have been placed in a safe place and will be fully received after we capture Manila!

I have notified all US troops and distributed gas masks and various necessary medicines. I will imitate those damn Japanese monkeys and use despicable methods to carry out surprise attacks!"

At this point, he changed his tone: "Let us thank those brave and fearless intelligence officers. It was they who took great risks to snatch these rats and fleas, allowing our young men to avoid major unnecessary dangers."

casualties!"

Then, he made a military salute in the direction of Manila.

The officers of the US military also imitated his example and saluted the military salute in unison!

Peter Lin!

MacArthur thought about this name over and over in his mind.

Without him, God knows what terrible things would have happened.

This magical agent can always bring you surprises one after another in unexpected things.

He once saved the Big Three of the Allied Forces, and today, he has successfully saved the lives of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of American troops!

However, MacArthur may never know in this life that everything is actually the work of a "dead man".

His name is Meng Shaoyuan!

A super agent who should have died in Chongqing!

Even in the distant Philippines, Meng Shaoyuan is still creating miracles one after another!
Chapter completed!