12 kilometers northwest of Wanping City.

It is a typical northern landscape, with low shrubs, barren land, weathered sand and rocks. After thousands of years of time changes, hundreds of generations of Rao farming and migration, this place has been ravines and ravins, full of devastation.

The war that swept the entire land of Shenzhou also affected here not long ago, and on the land not far away, there were several traces of explosions, which were the scars caused by the shells hitting the land, and the scars were surrounded by the black left by the smoke of war, which was dazzling and conspicuous.

This wound is only a blink of an eye for the eternal vast land, but it will be a profound memory for human beings who only have a few decades of life.

"Here it is"

The leader of the devil detachment with a few obvious slap marks on his face pointed his finger into the distance, and this devil still had a ghostly expression at this time, as if he had lost interest in the world, his eyes were empty, and the light in his pupils was gradually spreading.

Behind the leader of the devil detachment, the Japanese soldier with white gloves looked not far away with his fingers.

Stretching his gaze, he saw a scene with a terrifying atmosphere.

In a low-lying flat land about thirty meters away, there were more than two dozen soldiers, all of whom were soldiers of the Seventh Task Force of the Empire from the point of view of their clothing.

The soldiers gathered in groups of threes and twos, squatting and squatting, with guns in their arms, very close to each other, kowtowing to each other, shoulders supporting shoulders, and whispering as if they were secretly discussing gossip.

If the gaze stops there, then it will be a good scene, a very warm picture, whispering warriors between threes and threes, more than twenty warriors resting, quiet, intimate and peaceful.

However, at a distance of only more than 30 meters, many things can already be seen clearly with the naked eye, under these soldiers, there is a large pool of blood, which soaks the ground in bright red, and the blood stains of the three soldiers who are supported in a triangle are mixed together, and then with the quiet environment, at a glance, it is terrifying and weird, like a mysterious cult sacrifice scene that has been completed, which makes people's scalp tingle.

The only exception to this triangle of soldiers was the most recent group, which was spread out and lying on the ground, apparently inspected not long ago. And this posture is just right to see the wound between the necks of the three soldiers, which is like a bloody wound, a hideous cry of death, and the eyes that have not yet been closed.

Looking at the scene in front of him, uncontrollably, the Japanese soldier Shaozo shivered all over, and his whole body was cold.

"This... It happened·· What... Who did it" After being stunned for a long time, the Japanese army Shaozo still couldn't organize a complete language. While stammering, he walked forward with difficulty.

All the way to the group of soldiers who had been turned over to check, looking at the corpses that were close at hand, at the hideous wound on the neck, at the blank eyes that had not yet closed.

The hand of the Japanese soldier Shaozuo couldn't help but tremble a little.

War is directly synonymous with death, whether it is the winner or the loser of the war, death is inevitable, as the captain of Shaozuo, he has seen too many deaths, and even faced death several times. And as a spiritual inheritor of bushido, the Japanese army Shaozo prides himself on never fearing death, he is ready to sacrifice his life for the great cause of the empire at any time, in his heart the imperial holy war is above all else, he will not hesitate to despise the enemy's life, even his own life.

After joining the army for five years, he has never been afraid, he has never retreated on the battlefield, his heart has never trembled, even in the face of a division of the Republic of China, he can lead his brigade to charge forward.

But now, he was afraid.

He had never feared so much, not death, but the unknown forces that caused it.

At such a close distance, he could see and see clearly, the confusion on the faces of these soldiers in front of him, Shao Zuo could imagine that when these soldiers were dying, they must be asking suspiciously, why did they die?

Who is it? How?

Can you kill more than 20 soldiers quietly? And all the soldiers did not find out during this period!

And why let these two squad leaders go?

Taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the fear in his heart, Shao Zuo began to carefully examine the wounds, many years of experience in front-line combat, he found at a glance that these wounds should not be caused by bayonets, because this wound was thicker than those caused by bayonets.

"You're caused by one person?"

With a cold look in his eyes, he asked the two detachment leaders behind him, the Japanese army Shaozo has recovered from fear, no matter who it is, no matter how he did it, he must track it down to the end, and swear by his life of Kazuo Mitsuda.

"We sat there with our backs for about ten minutes, and that's it when we got back," one of the Japanese detachment leaders had his teeth chattering, but he was still reluctant to give a complete answer.

The Japanese army Shaoza, that is, Kazuo Mitsuda, followed the direction of the captain of this detachment, he stood at the position where the two captains of the detachment were at the time of the curtain, looked back, his eyes swept, and his pupils suddenly changed.

It was only five meters from the nearest soldier who died.

"Did you hear anything at the time?" Shaozo continued to ask.

"I remember when that guy was handing out cigarettes to the soldiers," recalls one of the detachment leaders, his pupils glowing a little.

Hearing this, Kazuo Mitsuda looked at the dead soldiers again, and he found that each soldier had a cigarette in his ear, and some even had the tail of a cigarette that had burned out in his hand.

His eyes scanned carefully, and he finally made a new discovery.

Squatting, his eyes close, he carefully surveyed the ground. On the ground covered with a little snow-white loess, there is a distinctive footprint, this footprint is very new, and it should not look more than one.

The soldiers of the 7th Imperial Task Force were wearing uniform military boots, and the pattern on the soles was exactly the same, so this footstep was definitely not left by the Imperial soldiers.

Following the direction of the footprints, Kazuo Mitsuda's gaze moved.

The footprints are very clear, and the person who left this footprint does not care about the exposure of his tracks, and many of the places where he walks are places with snow traces, and the traces of the footprints can be seen at a glance.

The clear footprints confirmed the words of the devil squad leader, which were divided into two obvious lines, and finally stopped behind the two squad leaders, and then extended straight into the distance.

The footprints that left were more widely spaced, and it was clear that the person who left this footprint was running at high speed.