Yesterday's night.

It's a nightmare, a nightmare that can never be forgotten!

And the nightmare has an end, and now these goddamn toy GIs are finally back to what they should be!

I'm going to call the sheriff in town!

Cremate all these toy GIs!

Feeling the golden sunlight, Jerry Buendia, who was cold, felt a trace of warmth on his body.

Maybe after today, I will have a brand new life, and I will live a good life for those relatives who sacrificed for me!

The freckled boy Jerry Buendia's eyes sparkled with hope.

It's so hot and dazzling.

"Hey, freckle boy!"

Suddenly, a slight, indifferent, but exceptionally clear voice interrupted little Jerry's imagination.

The expression that had just been relieved suddenly froze, and then a fierce expression of fear of great horror melted on his face.

Little Jerry's lips trembled, and he fell to the ground all at once, and his whole body became a sieve.

Staring wide-eyed at the green-headed soldier with a false smile in front of him.

Screaming in a trembling voice:

"You ......"

Is this the end of the nightmare, or a new beginning......

"Hey~~"

Wang Zhe controlled Sergeant Tom and tried to squeeze out a smile that he thought was okay.

But in the eyes of little Jerry, Sergeant Tom at this time is the perverted dream killer Freddy in Ghost Street, and even worse!

"Wow!"

Little Jerry's nerves, which had been tense and then slowly relaxed and tensed again, finally collapsed, and he screamed.

And there was a puddle of water on the ground.

A sour smell suddenly came, and Wang Zhe seemed to be able to smell it through the screen.

Frowning slightly, this little Jerry has actually been scared of incontinence.

Looking at little Jerry's unbearable appearance, Wang Zhe had a thought in his heart.

His face suddenly turned vicious, and he even took M1928 Thomson in his hand and shot at the floor one centimeter in front of the little boy.

The fear in the little boy's eyes intensified.

This toy soldier is a devil!

It's the devil who punishes him from hell!

Seeing that little Jerry was completely silent and covered his mouth and nose, Wang Zhe was very satisfied.

The Thomson submachine gun was also known as the Chicago typewriter due to the sound of the gun rattling like a typewriter.

Blowing lightly on the muzzle of the gun, Wang Zhe said slowly: "Boy, hold me, let's go to the base camp of the Black Expeditionary Force to have a look! Slow down! Be careful that I collapse your little face full of freckles, and shoot a big hole in peanuts!"

"Okay, Mr. Toy Soldier!"

At this point, little Jerry had forgotten to cry.

Or rather, he didn't dare to cry at all, for fear that Mr. Green, the only green-headed soldier in the entire Green Corps who had not returned to the state of a plastic soldier, would really knock his freckles nose off with one shot.

At Wang Zhe's suggestion, the little boy held Sergeant Tom in his hand.

If it weren't for Wang Zhe to say, as long as the little boy was obedient, he wouldn't have killed him.

This little Jerry probably can't take a step.

Wang Zhe, who was standing on the little boy's shoulder, asked lightly:

"Let's go, our little Jerry!"

"Where did the Black Expeditionary Force first appear?

In response to the sudden appearance of the Black Expeditionary Force and the Green Corps, Wang Zhe was really a little curious.

Perhaps in this first chapter, he will be able to solve the mystery.

Little Jerry had a pained expression on his face when he heard this, tears welling up in his eyes, and he remembered the horror of last night.

"Stop!"

The sudden cheer made little Jerry suck back his tears and said in a trembling voice.

"Mr. Toy Soldier...... I remember yesterday evening when I was cooking, pretty Mommy Jensen told us that there was going to be a Leonid meteor shower, and we would go to the yard to watch it after dinner. ”

"Sister Jennifer, who is a babysitter, fights in Mommy's room every time Mommy is away, and it seems to be a ......"

Dad slapped Sister Jennifer several times, and then Sister Jennifer's muffled snort. ”

"I'm not going to tell Jensen Mommy. ”

"Because Sister Jennifer, who is flushed, will kiss me on the cheek strangely when she goes out. ”

"Hehe~ What a good memory. ”

"After dinner, Sister Jennifer screamed in the basement room, and then poof!"

"Everybody knows what's wrong!" Papa Smith pulled out an old shotgun from the closet, and at first we thought it was Bob or Jason from the slum next door! ”

"I knew we were caught up in a bizarre event. ”

"Behind the basement door are dense black and green toy GIs, who seem to be the parties of the North and South in the Declaration of Independence, arguing with each other about something......"

Wang Zhe listened to Jerry's story, and he had a general understanding of what happened.

The hundreds of toy GIs under Jerry's feet who have been turned back into plastic GIs.

Of course, there are some people who are similar to Sergeant Tom and have a very slow plasticization of their bodies.

But it was even more frightening for them, a sense of despair that was slow to die.

The toy GIs, along with the GIs hiding in the dark corners, looked at Sergeant Tom and little Jerry at his feet in amazement.

When the bedroom door opens.

Wang Zhe saw that the floor of the corridor on the second floor was full of black expeditionary soldiers who had turned into plastic soldiers.

The dense crowd is like marching ants pouring out of their nests.

It can be seen that Wang Zhe is a little numb.

At this scale, it seems that there are more than 10,000 Black Expeditionary Forces.

As far as the current view goes, the entire first and second floors are black expeditionary forces, dense and infiltrating.

Black Infantry Brigade, Black Special Forces Combat Group, Black Medic.

Black armored vehicles, black Tiger tanks, black personnel carriers, black mortars.

Dozens of B-29 heavy bombers also fell on the floor and stairs.

Of course, at this point, these things are plastic toys that have been painted black.

Little Jerry, who had been succumbing to Wang Zhe's coercion, suddenly hesitated a little and trembled his lips.

"Mr. Toy Soldier, I'd better call the police......"

"Although these plastic GIs can't move, if there are more than a dozen of them in the same situation as you, Mr. GI, who is very weak under the influence of the sun, suddenly appears, it will be very dangerous!"

"It's okay!"

"But I'm only seven years old! I don't want to die yet...... I think it's negotiable. Little Jerry's eyes flickered, and he trembled in protest.

Wang Zhe looked at the Omega CK2129 watch on his wrist, and the blue hands pointed at 6:10 in the morning.

"I don't want you to think, I want me to feel!"

He urged very brutally: "Give me enough strength to go to the basement!"