The climate in the Philippines is a typical tropical maritime monsoon type, so although it was already late November and late at night, the temperature was above 20°, which made Zhang Liang and the others push the speedboat in the water and swim towards the back of the prisoner of war camp.
There was no need to worry about getting frostbite or consuming too much energy when going there. Fei Wang Shusheng and other four people stayed behind at the armory. I wonder if they were worried that there would be no war. The four people couldn't rest anymore and rummaged around in the warehouse, and they found something.
With a 75mm caliber mountain cannon and artillery shells, they immediately built an artillery position inside the gate of the arsenal, and then began to plan the shooting points. They decided to temporarily change roles and play as an artilleryman to have fun.
For safety reasons, Zhang Liang chose to go into the water a little far away from the prisoner of war camp. As a result, although the whole process was not very dangerous, it took a long time. It took them about an hour and forty minutes.
Then he pushed the speedboat and appeared outside the simple protection on the west side of the prisoner of war camp.
The building that the Japanese army temporarily used as a prisoner-of-war camp was originally a public canteen for the US military. The Japanese army took the canteen as its center and ordered the prisoners to build about twenty wooden sheds and large tents, which were enough to hold more than 20,000 American and Filipino prisoners of war.
, in order to reduce the guard force. Perhaps they never expected that someone would be able to launch a hijack camp from the sea under the protection of the Fengxiang aircraft carrier fleet. The seaside side of the prisoner-of-war camp was not well protected. Zhang Liang and the others broke in without any trouble. First,
A total of eight people entered in two groups. After spreading out along the simple protective wall, they went straight to the watchtowers at the four corners.
Zhang Liang and a second lieutenant named Qiu Guanjian were in a group. They avoided the light of the searchlight and spent about five minutes touching the bottom of the southeast corner watchtower. Immediately, Qiu Guanjian took charge of covering, and Zhang Liang used his light body skills to climb up. Every time
There were two Japs on the watchtower, one was in charge of a searchlight, and the other was in charge of a light machine gun. These Japs were serious infantrymen, but they were no different to Zhang Liang and the others who were good at assassination.
The two Japanese soldiers were facing the prisoner-of-war camp. When Zhang Liang appeared quietly behind them, the two men were talking softly. Zhang Liang slowly approached the one shaking the searchlight, stretched out the dagger in his right hand, and simultaneously moved his left hand.
Covering his mouth and pressing down, the Japs' hands froze, and the searchlight turned rapidly, making an unusual noise. The Japs holding a machine gun next to him squinted and saw that there was someone suddenly beside him. He opened his mouth to shout, but
Feeling a stinging pain, Zhang Liang put the dagger directly into his mouth and severed his cervical vertebrae.
"There is no challenge at all," Zhang Liang shook his head and moved the two Japanese soldiers together, then shook the searchlight and used the light to make a figure "8". Five minutes later, the searchlights on the four watchtowers made a figure "8" one after another.
Below the lamppost, Cao Bixiao waved his hand and led two people towards a prisoner of war tent.
Grant woke up from hunger. He had a meal of porridge, and he was still the kind of person who could be seen in the photo. After a week, no matter how tall and majestic he was, now there is only a skeleton. Grant
Knowing that the Japanese did this to prevent them from having the strength to riot, he also thought that instead of living and dying like this, he might as well fight back and die generously. However, there were too few people who had this idea, and he
Even if they wanted to, they couldn't organize it, and as time went by, the prisoner-of-war camp looked half-dead, and this thought became a luxury.
He strenuously tightened the straw rope around his waist, took out half a piece of bark from the tree trunk where the wooden shed was built from his pocket, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. Grant raised his head blankly and looked at Black
With the paint on the roof of the camp, I thought it was probably still late at night, and I didn’t know how many people would not be able to survive tomorrow.
People died every day in the prisoner-of-war camp, some died of illness, some died of starvation, and some were tortured to death by the Japanese. As one of the few generals in the prisoner-of-war camp, Grant once righteously protested to the Japanese army, asking them to follow the principles of Geneva prisoners of war.
They were treated by the treaty, but in the end they were kicked bitterly by a major. Only then did they know what kind of enemy they were facing.
Suddenly there was a "click" sound, and then there was the sound of friction between iron chains. The next moment, amid the "crack" sound, a faint light came through, but it was the wooden door of the barracks that was pushed open. Two figures appeared.
At the gate, rustling footsteps sounded, and then there was a rustling sound - more than a thousand people were crammed into this barracks, and at least half of them were too hungry to sleep. There was no light.
, it was probably not the Japanese who came to check the ward, so the prisoners of war appeared to be more active and noisy.
"Brigadier General Grant, Brigadier General Grant," a weak voice shouted. Grant was in a daze, and then someone shouted: "Commodore General Grant, please come out!"
His English was not very standard, and he was very angry. Grant made a quick judgment, struggled to get up in confusion, said "give way", and walked towards the door. The light of a flashlight suddenly shone, piercing the nerves.
He couldn't help but squint his eyes. As soon as there was light, the prisoners of war took it for granted that the Japanese soldiers were coming to inspect the ward, and the noise immediately died down.
Grant walked to the door with some difficulty. The flashlight shrank back and then went out. Seeing the camouflage, Grant was startled at first, and then he couldn't help but become excited. "Who are you?" he asked in a low voice.
"Follow me!" another voice whispered.
Grant vaguely guessed what had happened, and his originally weak body could not help but regain a lot of strength, and he now had the strength to walk.
In the corner of a prisoner of war camp, Grant's suspicion was confirmed.
"Brigadier General Grant, my name is Cao Bixiao, from the Jungle Special Operations Brigade of the Xuebing Army. We have been ordered to rescue you——"
"Student Army, Jungle Special Forces Brigade, great," Grant murmured, tears streaming down his face.
The Americans were very excited, but Cao Bixiao was in a worse mood. He did not expect that the prisoners of war would be so weak. Who would have thought that the little Japanese would implement such inhumane policies on the prisoners of war? He found the first
The U.S. military officer was a major named Rivalan. The major knew that Grant was helping the army to rescue overseas Chinese in Singapore, and immediately explained it to Cao Bixiao. Cao Bixiao also knew about this - "There is no way to combine all the people."
If we can rescue him, it would be good to rescue Grant." With this thought in mind, he decided to find Grant first.
"How many of you are there in total? Have you found the place where Commander MacArthur is imprisoned?" Grant didn't know that MacArthur had been rescued, so he asked after calming down.
Cao Bixiao first briefly told them the news that MacArthur and others had been rescued, and then told them all about their plan, saying: "Looking at the situation in the prisoner-of-war camp, I'm afraid there are not many people who have the strength to fight. If we carry out a riot in this way,
, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive. Brigadier General Grant, how about you discuss it first before making a decision? It's half past two in the morning, we still have time."