427 Screaming in the middle of the night
The long, cold night doesn't seem to have an end.
The deeper the night, the more sleepy people become.
After feeling the warmth and comfort of the campfire, the Japanese soldiers became even more tired and sleepy, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
On the contrary, the two soldiers who were guarding the door were in charge of guarding, in the cold wind, their faces were red from the cold, and they did not feel sleepy at all.
In the second half of the night, the Japanese soldiers who were sitting around the bonfire in the hall and resting had basically fallen asleep, and only one Japanese soldier who was in charge of guarding the campfire stood sleepily, waiting for the next soldier to take over.
The vigilant "devil" Han Feng walked over to him, but he just glanced at him, and then squatted aside to warm himself by the fire.
This soldier is not vigilant about this, the soldier standing guard at the door has been in the cold wind, and it is normal for people to go into the house to warm up at this moment, if he is Han Feng, he will do the same.
Han Feng approached him while keeping warm, and slowly stood up, because he was still facing sideways, the bonfire was reflected on his calm face, and the Japanese soldier couldn't see clearly.
As if about to talk, the Japanese soldier was defenseless, and a dagger with a cold light slashed his throat silently, and at the same time, a strong hand covered his mouth.
The Japanese soldier slowly fell into Han Feng's arms in fright, and Han Feng slowly put him down, sitting and sleeping.
All this happened quietly, and the remaining 17 devils were still asleep.
A sneer appeared on Han Feng's face, and he touched them one by one......
โฆโฆ Ichiro Hiraike sat by the campfire, reflected in his grim face as the cold wind swayed through the crack in the door into the hall.
The surrounding soldiers, except for the sentry, were basically asleep in exhaustion.
Naturally, it is a nightmare, in such an environment, before the soldiers fall asleep, all that echoes in their minds are the strange scenes that have happened along the way, and the heart before falling asleep is full of fear, until the sleepiness completely overwhelms the nerves, and then they fall asleep in a daze.
But Ichiro Hiraike couldn't sleep, as a commander with a certain military literacy, his intuition told him that tonight would not pass so easily.
This has been going all the way into the princess's tomb, and everything that has happened is weird**, Ichiro Hiraike has always been comforting and warning himself, it can't be true, it can't be true, it must be those who entered the princess's tomb in advance are pretending to be ghosts.
But even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't figure out how these dirt roads were getting in the way.
The scenes experienced on the road are not man-made.
There are so many coffins, could it be that Tu Balu already knew about his arrival, so he prepared in advance? It's completely impossible.
It didn't take a night to sleep, and Ichiro Hiraike tried to keep himself awake as much as possible.
He looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and he suddenly remembered the legend in the island culture, that demons and ghosts often come out to eat people at two or three o'clock in the morning.
Ichiro Hiraike waved his hand at the sentry who was on guard.
"Send the communications corps out and see what's going on in the other rooms."
"Hey!"
The four communications soldiers scattered left and right, heading towards each room.
One of the signal soldiers walked to the earthen house where Han Feng and Xu Zilin were.
The two sentinels still stood with their heads bowed slightly, unable to make out what they looked like.
"Things ใฏใใใพใใ?(Is there a situation?) The communication soldier asked Han Feng.
Han Feng briefly replied: "ใชใ (no)"
The messenger nodded, and entered the house to check, the campfire in the room was burning quietly, as time went on, the original wood had gradually burned out, the flames were not as hot as the beginning, 18 soldiers sat in a circle, one by one with their hands on their knees, and rested with their heads on their arms.
Sentinel Han Feng followed in, and the communications soldier ignored him and continued to conduct his own inspection.
He gently nudged the shoulders of one of the Japanese soldiers, who was supposed to be his friend.
"Suzuki-kun!"
"Suzuki-kun!"
I called twice, but no one answered.
The communications soldier tried to increase his strength and pushed his friend, and the Japanese soldier known as Suzuki-kun fell to the ground directly with this force.
The red blood that spurted out of his neck stained his body, and it was all revealed with the fall of the Japanese soldier, and the bright red blood looked particularly bewitching and terrifying in the reflection of the flames.
The signal soldier was stunned, and did not immediately shout for help, let alone realize why his companion died.
He hurriedly pushed the others, and the result was exactly the same as his friend Suzuki-kun, and with a slight push, all of them fell to the ground, and all 18 Japanese soldiers were killed silently.
What the hell is going on!
Who killed these of his companions?
The chill almost made the communications soldier's hands and feet cold.
That's when he noticed a dark shadow that appeared on the wall in the reflection of the campfire.
Behind him, a strong murderous intent enveloped him, and he turned back in terror, it turned out to be the sentry who had been in charge of guarding the door before.
"ไฝใใใพใใ?(What do you do?) ๏ผโ
"ๆฎบใใฆใใ (kill you)" Han Feng sneered.
In a hurry, the signal soldier was just about to raise the rifle in his hand, but was knocked off by Han Feng with a palm, and before the powerful big hand grabbed the throat of the signal soldier, he let out a terrifying scream, which was the last warning that this soldier could send for his team.
Then, the face of the communication soldier changed from red to purple, and slowly fell soft.
Han Feng clapped his hands, killing an aggressor made his heart fluctuate, it was not as good as killing a chicken and duck.
"What Lao Tzu wants is for you to spread your voice!"
The flickering bonfire reflected Han Feng's expression particularly hideously.
Xu Zilin couldn't help but swallow his saliva, "Old Han, what should I do next?" โ
Han Feng sneered: "From the moment the Japanese army entered the princess's tomb, half of their feet had already stepped into hell.
Don't worry, this cold night is long, we have time to slowly kill them one by one, panic mixed with despair, they will definitely regret stepping into the land of China.
For now, let's get out of the way! โ
Han Feng said, the figure braved the cold and quickly disappeared into the night, Xu Zilin shivered, followed tightly, and at the same time mourned in his heart for the entire Pingchi squadron, when he met such a crazy madman, he simply died, I am afraid that it is a luxury.
โฆโฆ The screams of terror completely broke the dead silence of the night.
Ichiro Hiraike slammed up from his seat, and all the Japanese soldiers who were still alive woke up from their deep sleep.
The sound came from the last earthen house, and everyone immediately got up and headed for the place where the screams had come from.
But not everyone was able to get up, and the panicked voice soon came from the left and right sides of Ichiro Hiraike at the same time.
Except for the earthen house where Ichiro Hiraike was, there were dead people in the other four earthen houses, and the soldiers didn't know who had cut their throats, but they just lay their heads on their stomachs as if they were asleep, until their companions gently pushed them, and they fell to the ground, and the gurgling blood gushed out.
There are even soldiers who disappeared inexplicably, went to the toilet in the middle of the night, and never returned, and by the time their companions found out, they had died tragically under the moonlit night......