On an evening in 1970, in the brightly lit city of X, in the basement of an abandoned warehouse,

More than a dozen, mysterious people wearing masks.

They all stood on both sides of the table, at the end of the table.

There is a mysterious old man wearing a "cartoon tiger" and a mask sitting upright.

Despite his outfit, he is heroic and upright.

But the white hair at the sideburns is still merciless, revealing his true age.

Everyone's shoulders were wrapped in black cloth, and faintly, they could see underneath the black cloth.

It is a dazzling military emblem.

"White Tiger, how are things going?"

The old man wearing a cartoon tiger and a mask was the first to ask.

His voice, though a little old, was not lacking in majesty, if not worse.

"Report to Comrade Old Chief, the entire city of X, has entered a total blockade on the grounds of military exercises, with a deadline of three days."

Beside him, standing impressively, a middle-aged man who was also wearing a white tiger mask.

Under the shoulders covered by the black veil, there was a shining red star, and the old man, whom he called the old chief, nodded with satisfaction.

With a serious expression, he said, "Okay, now announce the battle plan." ”

"Suzaku!"

"Here!"

"Order your department, under the pretext of military exercises, to carry out a total blockade south of City X, including air supremacy."

"Xuanwu!"

"Here!"

Orders you to lead an armored corps to carry out a complete blockade on the periphery of City X for a period of three days.

"Green Dragon!"

"Here!"

"My direct line, the spirit removal team is deployed by you, and you must carry out an in-depth investigation and excavation of the target area within three days."

"You are not only the last step, but the key to the whole task".

"Mission code 1971, translated as Project Rashomon."

"Yes."

"Please rest assured, Comrade Old Chief!"

Everyone, suddenly, puffed up their chests.

The standard salute was saluted, and then slowly withdrew from the original position.

Empty basement.

The old man wearing a "cartoon tiger" and a mask sighed slightly and muttered to himself.

"If the plan fails, the carefully cultivated spirit removal team will not be able to play a decisive role."

"I had to... Executed Plan B.... ”

He stretched out his left hand and slowly removed the mask from his face.

The face revealed was an extremely old, but still heroic, military face.

Slowly sat down, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

Behind him, a green military figure suddenly jumped out.

With neat short hair and slender white legs, he looks like a beautiful green elf.

Suddenly, appeared in front of him.

"Dad..., what's Plan B?"

She smiled playfully, without hesitation, and put her arm around the old man's shoulder.

looks very intimate, like a pair of "father and daughter".

The old man did not answer.

Gradually, as if gradually, all precautions were lifted.

The majesty in his eyes gradually turned into a doting atmosphere.

He doted on it and rubbed the girl's head.

In his eyes, he was full of vicissitudes, as if he had experienced... The years of all kinds of calamities.

My name is Zhang Sicheng.

When I was a child, my parents gave me the nickname "Pole." ”

They say, "There is a cheap name, so that it is easy to feed."

I never cared either.

It wasn't until later, when I was in elementary school, that I saw the word "Gan" in an old dictionary.

The dictionary note reads, "Sweet, sweet." ”

Bitterness comes sweetness.

I became obsessed with it all of a sudden, and thus got the nickname "Ganzi".

Afterward.

I dropped out of school and watched my friends around me rise to the top of their spirits and join the army.

"It's like, all of a sudden, that I've found my purpose in life."

Despite the opposition of my parents, relatives and friends, I resolutely stepped into a turning point in my life.

"The first time I came to the troops, due to nervousness."

As a result, he filled in the wrong volunteer and worked as a "man" in the army for three years. ”

However, I didn't have no gains, I learned the "fish-flavored shredded pork", and there is no way to make fish.

Although the first mistake made me miss the dream in my heart.

But I wasn't discouraged.

The second time, I came to the recruiting office with a lot of enthusiasm in my arms, and I was terrified when I looked at the crowd of people.

Until in my ears, an old voice suddenly came into my mind.

"Young man, you're here to join the army too...".

"Hmm." I said yes.

Looking at him, with a lewd expression on his face, I felt a little disgust in my heart.

But when he pointed out the medical examination report in his hand to me.

I froze.

"It's all A+, how is that possible."

"My God, uncle, you're going to test as a tanker."

A lewd smile appeared on him, and the stubble at the corner of his mouth had not yet been shaved clean.

"Hey, lad."

“5… Dollars..., change or not..."

I was immediately moved, and took out the only remaining 5 yuan, confused.

I followed the team again and came to the cooking class.

"I... I... How is this possible. ”

"What... How is it possible, your volunteer list is filled with cooking classes. ”

The soldier was depressed.

Then he left on his own.

I looked at the familiar scene in front of me and burst into tears.

"I'm TM's... I... Woooooooo ”

I fell on the ground and cried, like a helpless child.

Until I saw it, a familiar figure suddenly appeared behind me.

I turned my head and looked at him.

With oily faces and fleshy bald heads, both of them burst into tears.

"It's good, it's worthy of being a soldier brought out by Lao Tzu, I know that you are reluctant to give up the old squad leader..."

"Woooooooo

I stopped my pen and looked at the diary in my hand, which was full of beautiful small print.

Slightly hesitant, he shook his head.

"Hummingbird, what are you doing? You're left alone. ”

Stern rebukes resounded throughout the armored vehicle.

A man poked his head out and stared at me with a cold eyebrow.

I panicked and hurriedly put the diary into my white robe.

That person is the platoon commander.

I didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly jumped out of the armored car, and I was completely stunned by the sight in front of me.

"Platoon commander..., what is this for?"

"Is there going to be a war?"

Beside me, the comrades-in-arms in white robes were in high spirits, and I was the only one who was stunned.

Looking at the sky full of helicopter gunships and armored vehicles, I was almost stunned.

In front of me, centered on a small ruined western-style building, it was filled with all kinds of soldiers in military uniforms.

They were armed with Type 56 rifles, all loaded with ammunition, guarding the perimeter.

and at various intersections.

In the sky, the flying air force flag became more and more dazzling.

There are more than 100 tanks of various types, as well as armored vehicles, loaded with live ammunition.

Entered, a state of readiness, I almost, I can't name it.

There were only deafening shouts and the sound of the army as they assembled.

Echo in the ears.

This is a whole reinforced regiment.

It is the old chief, the most proud mixed army and air infantry regiment.

"Your task is before it gets dark...".

In front of him, there was a loud shout.

It woke me up suddenly.

In front of him, the voice of the strange officer in the green military uniform paused.

He looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then repeated what he had just said.

"This mission, codenamed "Rashomon".

"The goal is to carry out an inventory of the abandoned small building in front of you."

"During this period, any suspicious creatures are treated as enemies, and those who do not obey the command are treated."

"Those who are in a hurry to work and go their own way."

"That is, in accordance with military law, severe punishment will not be granted."