Night falls, half moon, sparse stars, clouds, nameless small mountain village.

A Japanese sentry stands behind a wall and performs his duties as a secret sentry.

The place he chose was originally a house, but the roof was burned down in which raid, and only four walls remained.

He knocked out two bricks from the wall in front of him as observation holes, through which he could see the white dirt road leading into the village in the hazy night.

There was an old locust tree on the side of the dirt road, and his two companions were scanning around vigilantly with guns in hand.

Originally, he was on duty tonight, but during the day, his commander His Excellency Nagumo Shinobu ordered the killing of more than a hundred Chinese civilians.

In order to prevent retaliation from the Chinese army, his squadron leader ordered the addition of a secret post in all four directions of the nameless mountain village.

Killing was the best way to relieve the pressure on the Imperial soldiers, and he also participated in the killing, even though he only killed two.

He wasn't a benevolent person, but he really didn't want to kill people yesterday, he actually just wanted the copper cigarette pouch pot in the old man's hand.

The cigarette pouch pot was made of brass, very long, and shimmering in the sunlight at the time, reminding him of a European and American musical instrument called a trumpet in the pictorial he had read.

So he reached out for the cigarette pouch and pot, but the old man dared to smash him with the cigarette pouch and pot at that time, so he had to kill him with a bayonet, and kill the little girl who was crying on the old man covered in blood.

He didn't want to kill the little girl, but when he thought that the old man was dead, how could this little girl find something to eat?

At this time, he was feeling that the copper cigarette pouch pot that he was tied to his waist had a slight falling feeling, so he thought that he must bring this copper tobacco pouch and pot back to China, show it to his wife and say that this is the trumpet of the Chinese person, then his wife will be very happy.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that he couldn't move, and he felt suffocated!

He subconsciously wanted to look down, but his jaw couldn't fall, because a hand reached out from behind and pinched his throat, he subconsciously thought that this was the person who came to take revenge, and then he heard the crisp sound of his throat.

The hand didn't let go right away until his head hung limply.

The remnants of his consciousness were wondering if I was dead, and I was going to see who killed him.

Then he felt another self actually come out of his body.

Wow! What a feeling of freedom!

He slowly floated into the air, and then he saw the soldier under the moonlight slowly falling to the ground with the other body of his body.

He saw the soldier lying on his own observation hole and glancing out, and he guessed that the soldier must be observing his two companions who were sentinels.

He thought it was funny, and he didn't want to inform his two companions that a soldier had come to avenge the death of a hundred or so Chinese civilians.

He wanted to see how the soldier had killed his two companions, and he wanted to know how the soldier had been able to approach him silently without stepping on the broken bricks and tiles on the ground.

He also wanted to see if after the soldier killed two of his companions, two ghosts that could think and levitate in mid-air would float from those two companions.

But the soldier did not bother with his two companions, but removed the thorn from his rifle and turned to the village with the thorn in his hand, and he really did not make a sound when he stepped on the broken bricks and tiles.

He fell from mid-air, and he tried to step on a piece of broken tiles with his foot, but there was no sound, hey, is this person the same as himself now?

Because of the delay just now, the man had already run away, and he hurriedly blew the ground and then suspended in the air again.

He hurriedly chased after him, and by this time the soldier was approaching the room where more of his companions were sleeping.

Haha, you guy came to kill our people, and you didn't know that I had found out, he thought happily.

He hovered in mid-air behind the soldier and followed, and he saw that the soldier was like a summer breeze and stirred the curtain of the door and entered the house at once.

He was in such a hurry that he could not see anything, so he threw himself against the wall, and then he found himself in the middle of the room, and he was happy again.

He saw that at this time, the soldier was holding the military thorn in his hand and stabbing his companion who was sleeping on the makeshift bunk!

He was busy pulling his body a little taller, and he didn't want to get any more blood.

This soldier is neither hasty nor impatient, neither fast nor slow, and the military thorn always cuts off everyone's neck very accurately without making a lot of movement or spilling blood.

At this time, he saw that the soldier was inserting the military thorn into the neck of Masao Kosaka, and Masao Kosaka bet that he still owed him 500 yen, and he should be killed and let him not pay the bill!

And at this time, he suddenly noticed that Fukuda Kang, who was sleeping on the edge of the shop, was looking up, he didn't understand what kind of state he was in now, and he felt that he was looking at everything slowly.

He saw that Fukuda Yasu was getting up, his eyes were opening, and he saw that Fukuda Yasu's nose was moving, because the smell of blood in the room was too strong.

I didn't see it this time, it's over, this soldier is going to be discovered by our Imperial Japanese Army, he thought very sadly.

However, at this moment, he saw that the soldier suddenly turned around and threw out the military thorn!

The speed of the military stab was too fast, because he saw that Fukuda Kang had already sat up and opened his mouth to shout, but he was suddenly pierced in the throat by the sudden military stab, so Fukuda Kang did not shout.

He snorted a few times, and his hand touched the thorn as if to pull out a large fishbone stuck in his throat.

But Fukuda Yasu didn't fall down, because he was nailed to the wall by that military thorn!

How is this possible? He floated over curiously, and looked at Fukuda Yasu's eyes bulging from a close distance, watching the blood in his neck slowly flow out of the grooves of the thorn.

Then, it dawned on him that this wall was just a wall wall, and it was actually nailed to a wooden plank.

He looked back, only to find that this soldier had killed all the people in the house, a total of twenty-one soldiers of the Imperial Japan, and because there were no stabs, the last few were stabbed to death by an extra dagger in his hand at some point.

The soldier went out of the house again, and he hurriedly followed.

He wondered how in such a faint moonlight, how could this part of the Chinese soldier recognize people so accurately? Is he really the same as himself?

He was going to go ahead and see the Chinese soldier who had killed the most people he had ever seen, and he could promise that he would be quicker than his own commander's sword.

I don't know which room this soldier fell in love with this time, I must find out why he was so accurate, he thought.

However, at this time, he realized that the soldier had already turned around and ran towards the position where he was standing guard just now.

Hey, you haven't killed it yet, I haven't seen enough, he shouted, but the man ignored him, and ran on.

What was he going to do, to kill his two companions?

He then followed in mid-air, but he found that the soldier was not going to the two outposts, but to the position behind his duty just now.

It was a dead end from either end, and beyond the wall was the wilderness, which he had explored when it was not dark.

The houses on both sides of the alley were very high, as high as three bayonet covered together.

Isn't this person going to kill, what is this person going to do?

When he felt confused, he saw that the man ran up to the wall of the house, reached out and grabbed a purlin, and climbed onto the roof, and then jumped down like a cat over the ridge!

It turns out that he can go up and down the room by himself, I said that he touched the sky just now and was not found behind him.

This soldier is very capable, but are you going to leave? I haven't seen enough of you killing you!

He felt disappointed.

He was just about to follow the officer of the branch when a chilling wind blew from the mountains and fields, which apparently blew him away, and he hurriedly withdrew with a cold blow.

I don't know if this soldier will come tomorrow, but he decided to stay here tomorrow, if he doesn't lose his soul.