Cabanatuan is just over seventy miles from Manila.
The city was founded in 1901 and has direct rail and road connections to Manila.
However, under the continuous bombing by the US Air Force, the road was riddled with holes.
It is extremely difficult to drive a car here.
What a sin.
Now Meng Shaoyuan finally understands why the U.S. military has made such slow progress after landing on Luzon Island.
The determination of the US military commanders to advance is one aspect.
On the other hand, this is the road that was blown up by themselves.
It's strange that the mechanized US military can advance so fast on such a road.
"Drive slower, I'm going to fucking vomit." Meng Shaoyuan gasped.
Xie Changcheng, who was driving, also looked aggrieved: "Brother, I can drive on this road pretty well!"
"Damn it, those Americans don't know what precision bombing is about." Meng Shaoyuan cursed.
"Brother, what is precision bombing?" Xie Changcheng asked curiously.
Meng Shaoyuan had nothing to do anyway, and chatting could alleviate the discomfort: "Just bomb wherever you want, just bomb that place, there will be no damage at all around."
"Brother, you are bragging." Xie Changcheng didn't believe it at all.
How could there be such a bombing?
Before Meng Shaoyuan had time to explain, suddenly, "chuchuchu" gunshots rang out.
"Gah"!
Xie Changcheng quickly stepped on the brakes, took out a piece of white cloth that he had prepared a long time ago, and kept waving it towards the outside. He couldn't help but mumble:
"Brother, are we surrendering now? That would be such a shame!"
Master Meng was afraid that the bullet would accidentally injure him, so he shrank in his seat: "I am ashamed, but you are not ashamed. If you go out and fight with them, I will consider you a martyr!"
A dozen guerrillas with guns appeared.
With the landing of the US military, these guerrillas became much bolder.
"My own people, my own people!"
Xie Changcheng, who spoke the local dialect very well, shouted: "Don't shoot, don't shoot."
At the signal of the guerrillas, the two people got out of the car.
Xie Changcheng said immediately: "From the U.S. Army Intelligence Department, we demand to see your commander immediately!"
…
"Captain Juan Pagata!" the guerrilla commander said calmly.
Is this Juan Pagata? The guy who would soon be assisting the U.S. military in rescuing prisoners of war?
"Charles." Meng Shaoyuan also said: "The Allied Western Pacific Theater Intelligence Department is under the command of Peter Lin. The contact code is, 'There will be no storm tonight'."
Juan Pagata nodded, and then asked his men to contact the US military through the radio to verify the identity of this person.
"Are you from Manila?"
"Yes, Manila." Meng Shaoyuan said, "We are ordered to leave the city."
“How are things in Manila?”
"It has been transformed into a war fortress. Iwabuchi was prepared three times and fought to the last soldier."
"That devil!" Juan said through gritted teeth, "He deserves to go to hell!"
"Yes, he deserves to go to hell!" Meng Shaoyuan's tone was also a little sad: "Just a few days ago, he massacred nearly a thousand children at St. Paul University!"
"What?"
This immediately shocked everyone, including Juan.
"The children are all dead." Meng Shaoyuan's voice was low: "Some were killed by bombs, and more were shot by machine guns. We could only take a few photos to record the three times Iwabuchi and those beasts offense."
As he spoke, he took out an envelope and handed it to Juan.
Seeing Juan about to open the envelope, Meng Shaoyuan reminded: "Captain, I don't recommend you read it."
But Juan still took the photo out of the envelope.
His hands were shaking, his face gradually distorted, and finally, he broke out into a hysterical roar:
"These beasts, they deserve to be cursed, and they will definitely get the punishment they deserve!"
"I'm sorry, but there is nothing we can do in the face of such a massacre." Meng Shaoyuan said in a low voice.
"No, no, you are all heroes." Juan tried his best to control his emotions: "You recorded everything. When you go to court in the future, these will be irrefutable evidence for the Japanese!"
He knew very well how difficult it was for these intelligence agents to take these photos.
"Immediately send someone to contact the US military, hand them these photos, and ask them to speed up their march and rescue our compatriots in Manila!"
Juan handed the photo to his men: "Mr. Charles, tell me, what's the mission?"
"Cabanatu." Meng Shaoyuan did not hide it: "There are a large number of American prisoners of war detained there. My current identity is the Japanese intelligence officer in Manila. I need to enter Cabanatua and find out all the intelligence there.
Captain, I'm not familiar with the way there. I hope you can send someone to escort me there. "
Unexpectedly, such a simple request made Juan frown.
This expression did not escape Meng Shaoyuan: "Captain, are you having any difficulties?"
"Yes, Charles." Juan smiled bitterly: "To go to Cabanatuan, you have to pass through the area of the Philippine People's Anti-Japanese Army. They won't give me any face."
Philippine People's Anti-Japanese Army?
These guys neither buy into the Japanese, nor do they give any face to the Americans. They are also the bitter enemies of the pro-American Juan.
After the US military almost completely integrated the Philippine guerrillas, only the People's Anti-Japanese Army remained outside the control of the Americans.
Moreover, they were extremely angry about the Americans killing the leaders of the Philippine resistance movement, and believed that the brutality of the Americans was no less brutal than that of the Japanese!
By the way, Meng Shaoyuan still remembered.
During the rescue and retreat in Cabanatuan, the People's Anti-Japanese Army held the only road and refused to let the Americans pass, and almost broke out into an armed conflict!
Why is it that the retreat road is the territory of the People's Anti-Japanese Army, and is there also their territory on the way to Cabanatu?
Meng Shaoyuan asked.
Juan then explained: “The territory of the People’s Anti-Japanese Army is very complex, among which they guard two roads leading to Cabanatuan.
Before you came, I had received an order from the US military asking me to prepare to meet the commandos, and I had to take people to set off early because I had to take a long detour to avoid the People's Anti-Japanese Army.
Charles, I can only send someone to escort you part of the way. I don't want my people to fall into the hands of those anti-Japanese troops. Also, I have to remind you that you cannot reveal your identity as a US military intelligence agent in front of them. This will seriously offend them. "
"Who is their commander?"
"Balke Joyce, a stubborn fellow!"
Well, there is such a thing?
This is something Meng Shaoyuan never dreamed of. He thought it would be easy to reach, but now it has become complicated!
