Chapter 4: The Ghost (Collect)

At the command post of the Japanese army at the railway station in Changjing County, Yongta Yongtai Shaozo was furious at the three squadron leaders under his command, and in two days, more than 100 soldiers and grass-roots officers had disappeared, and no one was alive or dead. Half www.biquge.info of the squadron is gone, whether they were attacked or escaped, no one knows, if they are attacked, where is the body? If they are fleeing, where are the people?

"Yaga, waste, stupid pig, where the hell did the missing go? You've been looking at it for a whole day, where are the results of the investigation? Nagata Shaozo slapped his subordinates more than a dozen times in a row, and stopped after feeling that his hand hurt.

"Your Excellency Shaozuo, for fear of causing panic among the soldiers, we can only investigate slowly in secret, and we must come up with the results of the investigation as soon as possible, please rest assured!" Squadron Leader Yokoi said with a red face full of handprints.

"Shut up, more than a hundred people are missing, there are in every squadron, what else is there to keep secret? Do I have to be missing to be public? Investigate with all your might, get back to me and investigate with all my might! , get out of here. Nagata Shaoza roared angrily.

Although Changjing County, which was under the responsibility of the Nagata Brigade of the Japanese Army, was not a strategic location, it was a transit point for the transportation of logistics materials for the Japanese army, and a large number of soldiers went missing, whether it was a man-made attack or a collective defection of soldiers, the consequences were not something that Nagata Shaozo could bear.

Thinking of the consequences of the loss of Changjing County in his own hands if the soldiers under him mutinied because of this disappearance, Yongtian Yutai couldn't help but shudder, and secretly ruthless in his heart, before the Wing Commander let himself cut his stomach, he must kill all the three unfavorable squadron leaders!

In the restaurant opposite the county station, Qin Han was eating a mouthful of wine and food with a comfortable face. Everything that can be eaten and drunk in the last days has a hint of spicy and scorching heat, which is simply not comparable to the completely unpolluted food of this era. So the Qin and Han dynasties liked this era even more, and it would be better if there weren't those damn shit.

For example, Qin Han's eyes have infrared vision and low-light vision, and the sight distance is more than 5 times that of ordinary people, which makes him take advantage of the little devils at night.

After two days of busyness, more than 100 devils were pulled away by Qin Han to fill the Yellow River to worship their ancestors, as for which ancestor lived in the river? I don't know if Dayu's father is counted?

Today is the third day, the day when the 'Personal Platform' is fully charged. As an angry young killer, Qin Han thinks that he should not be anticlimactic, Yongtian Yongtai is a sacrifice he wants to give to his ancestors, so he must sacrifice his blood before leaving.

The sky was getting dark, and when it was finally time for the restaurant to close, Qin Han, who was lying on the table and pretending to be drunk, staggered out of the restaurant. At midnight, there were few pedestrians on the county road, and the Japanese patrols were frightened by the disappearance of a large number of colleagues in the past two days, and the night patrols had been canceled, and the people on patrol duty were either suffering from bad stomachs or colds and fevers, and in short, no one wanted to come out.

Qin Han shook past the front of the station, and under the gaze of the devil guards, he slowly turned the street corner in front of him. Waiting to avoid the sight of the devil guards, Qin Han glanced around, took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, reached out and grabbed the brick crack on the outer wall of the main building of the station and rubbed his body up, and went to the roof of the building without much effort, and disappeared and lurked.

Yutai Nagata couldn't fall asleep in his nightgown, and looked sideways at the wall clock, it was already past 1 o'clock in the night, but he was upset and couldn't sleep anyway. The disappearance of more than 100 people made him feel frightened, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his death would not be clear. Just as he wanted to get up and take the matching knife from the knife holder and wipe it to calm his mind, a cold voice that had no tone and could not hear men and women sounded from his side: "Nagata Yutai".

Although there was no tone, Nagata Yutai could hear it, and the other party was asking, but behind him was the door, and there were his own guards outside the door, how did this person get in? Why is this man's voice so weird? More than a hundred missing figures appeared in Nagata's heart, and his heart suddenly tightened, is it finally my turn? He tried to get up, but found that at some point, a Type 38 rifle knife had been pressed against his neck.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move" The strange voice sounded again.

Yongda Yongtai didn't dare to make any more changes, it is better to die later than to die now, as long as he lives, he will have a chance. He tried to see the person out of the corner of his eye, but the man was standing by his bed with his back to the window, and from his position, he could only see a vague shadow, but the position of the shadow's eyes revealed two dark red glows.

"Who are you" who was about to ask was frightened and vomited back into his stomach, and Nagata Yutai couldn't figure out how to make a person's eyes glow red.

"Scared, right? Don't be afraid, many people were scared before, but then they weren't afraid. Nagata noticed that the man's voice had changed to that of a normal man, and he had put something in his pocket, but the knife around his neck had not been withdrawn.

"This hero, you and I have no grudges, if it's for money, I can give the hero some travel expenses, and I won't hold you responsible for entering a military place late at night." Yutai Nagata finally mustered up the courage to say.

A low laugh swept by, and the man said, "Bastard, you've read too many novels, haven't you?" You dwarfs, armed with knives and guns, have broken into my country and killed my countrymen, and now you tell me that you have no grudges, but I am a good talker, and I will not hold you offended. Just I want to ask you, what do you think I'm going to do? Later, his voice revealed the cold ice of the bones.

Yuta Nagata finally understood what he was going to do, in fact, he had already understood, but he had only one last bit of hope, and now that hope was shattered, he had the idea of dying together.

Nagata was disappointed after all, and when he wanted to scream, the pain in his neck came to his brain, and he heard the 'snort' of his trachea leaking, and wanted to press his neck with his hands, but found that his hands could not be lifted no matter what, and his strength was getting weaker and weaker, and he could already feel the coming of death.

The figure beside the bed was staring at him like that, and there was no pity in his dark red eyes, ignoring his pleading gaze.

Yutai Nagata died, in his own bed.

Looking at Nagata Shaoza's corpse, a trace of relief flashed in the eyes of the three devil squadron leaders. This waste-like Shaozo is finally dead, and finally he doesn't have to find a way to fool this stupid pig-like Shaozo.

The disappearance of more than 100 people, as long as a person knows that this is an attack, but what does this pig-like Shaozo believe in defecting, being in a foreign country, and the Japanese army as the invader wants to defect there? I'm afraid that before I get 50 miles out of the county seat, I will be killed by those guerrillas. But fortunately, the pig is finally dead, and the three devil squadron leaders no longer have to find a way to investigate anything, just guard the station and ask their superiors for tactical guidance.

But the disappearance of hundreds of people and the death of Nagata made the Japanese soldiers in the county panic, and rumors of 'ghosts' killing people began to circulate in the barracks. So later, the little devil simply made a commode and put it in the barracks at night, preferring to be smoked by the stench rather than go out to face the 'ghost' that could appear at any time. During the day, it is easier to talk about it, and the bold devils still dare to come out, but they are also much more honest than before, and they dare not bully the people with their might, who knows if that hateful 'ghost' will find their heads that day.