It's already very hot in the Northeast in July. On the outskirts of Vidnoye, on the east bank of the Rao River, a tall figure appeared. He took advantage of the night to spread his two long legs and quickly headed west.

In the night, he could be vaguely seen wearing a military uniform, and the epaulettes were impressively the rank of major.

The major held a Tokarev pistol in his right hand and a small cloth bag in his left. From time to time, you can hear the subtle sound of glass crashing through the cloth bag.

To the west from Vidnoye is the Ussuri River. The soil in this area is loose, and many places are shallow bathing areas.

The major became more and more cautious, and the area was often patrolled by Soviet border garrisons. Although he is a major, it is not normal to be here.

It's almost on the edge of the Ussuri River, and it's getting muddy under your feet. If you step on it, you can't pull it out for half a day.

The major simply left his two shoes in the mud and carefully pushed away the weeds in front of him with his pistol.

Mosquitoes in the grass swarmed and landed all over him. But at this moment, he didn't care about these at all, just kept his voice down as much as possible and walked quickly towards the Ussuri River.

The summer on both sides of the Ussuri River near the Rao River is a period of animal activity and a quiet period of human activity. Within a radius of dozens of miles on both sides of the strait, it is difficult to pass through the baths. If you are not careful, your life will be in danger, and you will not know it when you sink under the bath.

In winter, it is frozen for thousands of miles, but it is a time when people are active. Many of the remnants of the Anti-Union forces eventually withdrew from this area into the Soviet Union. Intelligence officers from both sides also frequent the area.

By the time the Major finally reached the Ussuri River, he was so tired that his hands and feet were weak. But he didn't stop for the slightest, put the pistol on the ground and stripped him naked.

He stooped down to untie the cloth bag, which contained two glass bottles connected by a rope. The mouth of the bottle is tightly corked.

The major hung two bottles around his neck, one left and one right, and slowly walked into the Ussuri River, swimming slowly to the other side of the river.

The cold river washed over his sweaty body, and there were no mosquito bites. The Major felt much more comfortable. He gently paddled his arms in the water and floated diagonally downward.

The 134th Division's Yokota Masatoshi Cao led more than 30 people to garrison the island in the middle of the Ussuri River.

It's summer, and it's all right on both sides. After Yokota Juncao arranged the guard mission, he went back to sleep in the mud bungalow where he lived.

In the middle of the night, a soldier stumbled in and stammered, "Yokota Juncao, yes, someone is swimming from the east!" ”

As soon as Yokota rolled over, he got up, grabbed his rifle, and walked out. This series of movements was mechanical, and he walked outside before he reacted and asked, "Who is swimming here?" ”

"It's a Russian." The soldier replied.

The face of the island is slender, and when Yokota Juncao walked out of a few dozen meters, he saw two soldiers holding a rifle with a bayonet on it and facing a figure that was one meter eight tall and white flowers!

"Get down! Search! Yokota Guncho habitually shouted in Russian. Officers and men stationed on the Manchukuo border had to learn a few words of the commonly used Russian.

But this time, it was not only the Russian who was unclothed, but also the three soldiers present who looked at him with strange eyes.

This is already covered with no clothes, what else to check?

At this time, a soldier came to his senses quickly, and he handed two bottles to Yokota.

Yokota took the two bottles, and it was obvious that they contained something. He understood, this was a man who came from the other side to surrender.

The island is more than 500 meters from the shore on the Soviet side and only 100 meters from the west coast.

Yokota Guncho stood at the bow of the boat, and the Russians were lying on the boat with their hands tied upside down. Two other soldiers sat in the stern of the boat and paddled the boat.

Yokota originally wanted to find a dress for the Russians to wear, but this guy was more than 1.80 meters tall and couldn't find clothes he could wear.

A distance of one hundred meters wide is there in the blink of an eye. The boat is docked at the boat camp. It has been a place for fishermen to fish on the Ussuri River since decades ago.

The boat battalion was stationed with a wing of the 2nd Special Garrison of the Japanese Army, and there was also a Russian interpreter.

Yokota Juncao took the two bottles and immediately went to report to the wing commander Osamu Sekii.

After a while, Yokota Juncao came out quickly and ordered two soldiers to escort the Russians in.

When the Russians were brought in, Wing Commander Sekii took the bottle and looked at it carefully. He didn't uncork the bottle and pulled out a few pieces of paper inside.

The documents that could be brought in by the fleeing Russians were classified and could not be read by people of his level.

"What's your name?" The Russian interpreter asked.

"Sergeyev" the Russian replied.

"Position?" The interpreter asked again.

"Staff Officer of the Major of the 186th Division of the Far Eastern Front." Sergeev replied.

It seems that this time it was a big fish that ran over.

"Ask him, what's in here?" Wing Commander Osamu Sekii said to the interpreter.

"This is the summary report of the Soviet Red Army on the Battle of Nomenkan." Sergeev replied after hearing the interpreter's question.

"Hurry up and find the biggest set of clothes to come out." Osamu Sekii ordered. He is now going to send a telegram to the Special Security Command to report the matter immediately.

Five hours later, Wing Commander Sekii Shu took Soviet staff officer Sergeev in a military truck to Xichun a few dozen kilometers later.

This was the handover place where the command asked him to hand over the Soviet deserters to the Jiamusi branch of the Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army.

Osamu Sekii waited for another two hours before Captain Yoshiei Komatsu of the Fujin Intelligence Station arrived in a car.

The Intelligence Department of the Kwantung Army originally set up a branch in northeastern Manchuria in Fujin, but it was only two years ago that the importance of Jiamusi became prominent and the branch was moved from Fujin to Jiamusi.

And Fujin continues to exist as the most important intelligence station due to the importance of its geographical location.

Komatsu Yoshiei's predecessor was Tetsuo Tonomiya, who had killed Zhang Dashuai in Huanggutun and actively promoted immigration from Japan to the Northeast.

Osamu Sekii handed over the two bottles to Yoshiei Komatsu and Sergeev and went back by truck.

Komatsu Yoshiei had already received an order from the branch to take Sergeev to Jiamusi overnight, and from there he would board a train to Harbin.

Three days later, a summary report of the Soviet Red Army on the Battle of Nomenkan, translated by Kazuyuki Okamoto, was placed on the desk of the head of the intelligence department of the Kwantung Army, Yanagida Motozo.

This report made Yanagida Motozo frown.

Captain Kazuyuki Okamoto was in a good mood after translating the report in Russian, and he felt that the summary report of the Soviet Red Army on the Battle of Nomenkan said something that many young soldiers of the Kwantung Army wanted to say but did not dare to say. Maybe this time it's really time for the Kwantung Army to change.