In front of you, there is a larger space, albeit with limited light.

The ground is slightly sloping, so that we are standing on a high place.

It's more like looking down at everything under your feet.

There were hundreds of dried corpses, lying on their knees, with their backs to us.

A strip of white cloth is tied around his forehead, reminiscent of the "bushido" often mentioned in the records.

The platoon commander walked towards the group of corpses in front of him step by step with stiff steps.

Beside me, the team members who were also wearing white robes had a colder breath, which made me involuntarily think about it.

I thought back to the question in the communicator.

I was so frightened that I picked up my wounded body and limped to the platoon commander's position.

But inadvertently, a team member in a white robe was knocked down.

I panicked and hurriedly turned around, trying to pull him up.

But the moment my hand touched his skin.

I was timid.

His body was cold and bone-chilling, as if it had long been lifeless.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly stepped back, and the long and powerful arms behind me lifted me up.

There was a look of vicissitudes in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something.

Through the goggles, I noticed that his lips moved slightly.

But he did not speak.

The team member I knocked down kept twitching on the ground until the corners of his mouth came out with a black, viscous liquid, accompanied by small black-brown patches.

I know.

It was a blood clot that had clotted into a clot.

He didn't move, and he just froze there.

I resisted the fear in my heart and broke free from the cold arm of the long line.

Moment.

The feeling of helplessness was instantaneous in my heart.

It's a scary and confusing feeling.

I don't know where it's safe and who I can trust.

So much so that when the terrifying ballad sounded in my ears, I didn't react yet.

"There is a situation, be on alert."

The platoon commander roared angrily, and in an instant, the sound of the gun pulling the bolt woke me up completely.

The melodious singing in my ears trampled and shattered my fragile heart.

"Cherry blossoms! Cherry blossoms! ”

"In the twilight of spring, the sky will dawn,

The glow of the sun is dazzling and smiling. ”

The voice was miserable, accompanied by the cry of a woman.

The singing overlapped with the real voice, and I suddenly came to my senses, and my mind was full of horrible songs.

But he has never been able to get out.

"Old Yan! Old strict! ”

I echoed in the fragments of my old memories, roaring.

The memory fragment in front of me was like a hideous monster, opening its bloody mouth and intimidating me with its teeth and claws.

I tried to wake myself up, only to find that it was all in vain.

"TM, after so many years, I really can't forget this memory."

"Then let me get to the bottom of it, relive it."

I gritted my teeth, and suddenly, I rushed towards the "horror monster" in front of me.

It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed me mercilessly.

With a hoarse voice, it returned to the depths of memory again.

That paragraph has been hidden for a long time.

The sound of gunfire woke me up from my daze.

The terrible song still echoes in my ears.

"Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,

Under the sunny sky in March,

As far as the eye can see, cherry blossoms. ”

I hid in a dark corner, shivering.

Looking at the kneeling corpse, it is recovering little by little.

The dry skin, the dark green veins, are gradually bulging at this time, and the terrifying song is still there.

I don't have time to think about it.

Is their resurgence directly related to the current sound of singing in the ears?

The strong desire to survive made me lose almost all my ability to think.

"Bang."

A head.

Instantly pierced by bullets.

The ** of black rotten water is accompanied by a foul smell.

Splash on me.

I didn't have any repetitions, just kept shivering, hiding in the corner.

The platoon commander threw the **** in his hand out.

The backhand pulled the bolt of the five-six-type rifle on his back.

On the shoulder.

The gunfire was accompanied by gunsmoke.

In the midst of the chaos, a withered zombie armed with a Japanese command knife staggered towards me.

He only had half a head left.

The bright saber in his hand waved down, but it broke in response.

I looked up.

I saw the platoon commander staring at me, and after a while, I came to my senses.

With his head clasped in his hands, he limped and ran towards him.

In the chaos, his gas mask had already been lifted off.

Iron blue cheeks, gray.

The four walls that were originally cast of cement were instantly devastated and full of bullet marks.

"You... Alive! ”

His hoarse voice, echoing in my ears, seemed to be quite difficult to say these three words.

So much so that the last two words are already inaudible.

He gestured to me with his hand.

Pointing to the devastated wall in front of him, he took off the ** on his waist.

In the smoke of gunpowder, he repeatedly pointed to the wall in front of him with his hand.

It seems to be an expression that behind that wall is hollow.

I was stupidly stunned in place, and I didn't know what to do when I took the ** he handed over.

I even forgot how I was able to withstand such a rain of bullets and bullets, from the tide of rancid corpses.

Blow that wall apart.

It's just that the first thing after getting into it is to bury the hole in a frenzy.

It was an instinctive reaction.

A frightened man, repetitive mechanical movements.

The entire wall was blocked by the stones that I had splashed down with the explosion.

I leaned against the wall, gasping for air.

In my ears, the familiar voice of the platoon commander came.

"All bayonets!"

I panicked, and I knew what that meant.

But I know that the platoon commander probably never intended to get out of here alive.

He dragged his corrupted body and supported it until now, just to send me out safely.

Report the situation here.

A wave of blood rushed up from my chest, and I tried desperately to open the hole again.

only to find that there were only a few remaining team members in white robes.

Forcefully used his body to completely seal the entrance of the cave for me.

I could still seem to hear their heartbeats and heavy gasps.

They are not completely dead, but the parts of their bodies have gradually lost their functions, and it will not be long before they are gone.

They will be like the zombies outside, and they will be buried in this underground fortification.

I'm crazy.

His eyes were blood-red, and his cheeks were crackling and dripping with sweat or tears.

At the entrance of the cave.

Those white-robed figures were desperately resisting in front of me, no matter how hard I pushed them away.

None of them moved.

The voice of the zombie entered the ** more and more, and I tried my best to push open a gap.

I just wanted to rush out.

A bare wrist with an arm missing the palm of the hand.

But they went straight to my front door and pushed me back.

"Tell... Old... Old chief, seal this place completely, and never open it. ”

His hoarse voice, accompanied by black blood, flowed down.

I saw his whole face, almost torn apart.

Revealing the white bones of the forest... And empty eye sockets...

"All... Know here... Secret people..., can never escape... This... here".

"It's me... I killed my own teammates..., and during the time we were separated from you..., we saw the truth that we shouldn't have seen... ”

"That's why it becomes, live... The Living Dead".

"You remember, you must persuade the old chief to seal this place completely, if necessary."

"You can ask for it, use thermal weapons..."

The platoon commander's hoarse voice gradually lost its vitality.

I, on the other hand, am like an emotionless ghost.

Echoing in this empty underground fortification, looking at the cowardly ghost who looked exactly like me, with tears on his face.

He was leaning against the wall, crying.

"Hmm... Platoon commander, I'm sorry for you... ”

The former me, leaning against the wall, was in tears.

Although I have recalled it many times, I have never been so strong as I am today.

"Platoon commander, look at it."

"Collectively on bayonets ..."

I felt like I had gone mad, merging with that cowardly figure.

Over here.

What did I suddenly realize?

The self who looked the same as me, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Then he gradually closed, and his eyes became wise.

I tried my best to save it all and remove the rubble in front of me.

Along the cracks, I saw the truth that I had been pursuing...

I never thought about it.

The truth of that incident has always been hidden in my memory.

And that time, it almost scared me to death.