"TM, I've finally found the master."

I scolded angrily from my heart, I don't know when it began, I was full of disgust for this place.

The mission is the mission, but when I knew that this place might have some faint connection with the Japanese army, a rush of blood in my head surged wildly.

Maybe it's because of my patriotic feelings, so I hate these miscellaneous things when I was young.

Even sometimes, I hope that I can go back to the original era and have a fierce battle with that group of little devils.

Although this idea is a bit naïve, it should not appear at my age.

But at the moment, since it caught up while on a mission.

Then there's not much to say.

I took the plunge and walked through the crowd to the front.

Looking at Brother Leng next to him, he smiled to himself and said, "This group of little devils still dare to leave the ashes on our land, they have to overturn him." ”

"Let them know what it means to break bones and scatter ashes."

I rolled up my sleeves, and in front of me was a jar of ashes and white ashes, in a ladder-like row.

All around was darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, only a little white light flashed in the distance under the light of a flashlight.

Yellow rune paper with strange symbols written on it, like some kind of Japanese.

It's like a spell used by Taoist priests to suppress ghosts.

I casually lifted a jar, the cold touch stimulating my tense nerves.

I really don't know, looking at all this scalp tingling scene in front of me, should I be angry or afraid?

"Hummingbird, what are you doing?"

Brother Leng's angry voice sounded from behind him.

For a moment, I was timid.

The blood in my heart gradually faded, and I made what I thought was the right decision.

"No, no... Affair. ”

"I'm just looking."

I looked carefully, the urn in my hand, under the thick dust, the rough texture of the porcelain, made the skin particularly sensitive.

"It's weird here, don't startle the snake."

Brother Leng walked over slowly, holding a rifle in one hand and pressing my shoulder with the other.

"I know you kid, you hate these wretches."

"But since they have turned into dust, let's treat them as soldiers."

Brother Leng said, and silently took off his hat at the ash altar in front of him, as if he was maintaining.

In his mouth, the so-called military demeanor.

Brother Leng's words instantly made me frown.

The posture of the soldiers, what a gesture.

Back then, they were all executioners who killed people without blinking, and they also deserved to mention the word soldier?

"Soldiers who go to TM."

"Brutes don't deserve our respect."

A wave of anger burned in my heart, recalling Brother Leng's expression just now.

I couldn't help it for a while.

"Smack."

With a crisp cracking sound, a large jar of ashes was slammed to the ground by me.

Instantly filled with dust and smoke.

Dust mixed in, and the black powder in the jar suddenly burst in the air.

A feeling of suffocation welled up on the tip of my nose, and I almost lost my breath.

"You..., hummingbird."

"I told you not to move, and now the team is on a mission!"

He opened his mouth and scolded angrily, trying to pull me over, but I subconsciously blocked it with my hands.

I felt a little resentful in my heart, and I never thought of Brother Leng, who was the closest relationship with me on weekdays.

Today, I will be counted down because of such a thing.

"They are all brutes, executioners who encroach on the country."

"Old Leng, why are you still talking to them."

I gritted my teeth, and the blood in my head swelled up, and I wanted to snatch the Type 56 gun in his hand.

In front of everyone, shoot all the urns here.

However, the next second.

I regretted it instantly.

Maybe Brother Leng is right.

Because of my recklessness, it can really cause some unimaginable consequences.

As the dust spreads rapidly, I seem to see.

In the air, a huge "grimace" smirked in the yin wind.

"What the hell?"

I slapped it away with my hand, sighed, thought it was my hallucination, and had another attack.

In the next second, countless sounds came from in front of him.

It's like, someone is banging on the jar, dense sound.

Crisp and loud.

"Whew..."

I was covered in cold sweat, and the drops of sweat on my forehead slid down my cheeks.

"Alert."

"There is a situation."

I froze in place, looking at the dense jars in front of me, and suddenly I trembled involuntarily.

It's like there's something in there that wants to jump out.

The wind carried sweat.

A big strong hand behind me grabbed my shoulders and dragged me back.

In an instant, I saw that Brother Leng's face was also covered with sweat, obviously frightened by the changes in front of me.

"Fire."

"Save ammo."

As the ranks rang out, gunshots rang out.

In front of me, the jar closest to me shattered in an instant, and in the darkness, streaks of mist shrouded together, forming many irregular shapes.

I sat almost in place in fright, the hot bullets sliding past me.

The subtle sound of breaking wind is endless.

The jar was shattered, but the dust inside seemed to be invisibly controlled by a force.

Under the light of a flashlight.

It's constantly changing.

I kept my head down.

Looking at the dust in the palm of his hand, he suddenly realized.

"TM, it's not ashes in there."

"It's a bug!"

My voice, drowned out in the dense sound of gunfire.

The palms of the hands squirmed a little bit, and the dense "black spots" felt like the scalp was about to explode.

I rubbed my hands vigorously, for fear that there would be some adverse reactions.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Although it looks like in front of you, these dense little worms are attached to human skin, and there is no pain or itching on the body.

But God knows if this thing is really harmful to people.

"Don't touch the ashes floating in the air."

"Those things are bugs."

I gritted my teeth and forcibly ignored the strangeness in the palm of my hand.

He raised the matching gun in his hand and fired several shots in succession.

The dense columbarium altar, in the dark, trembled like a wind chime, a strange scene.

Let everyone sweat cold.

The "dust" floating in the air gathers more and more.

With the scorching bullet, it pierced through, emitting a strange smell of burning.

These tiny microworms can only see the true face thoroughly when they are under sufficient light sources.

"Retreat."

Brother Leng took the lead in ordering, as the deputy platoon commander in the team, whenever there was a critical moment, he was always able to face it calmly.

I was drenched with sweat all over my body, until my palms were also covered with sweat and sticky.

Very uncomfortable.

Although the sound of gunfire has gradually thinned out, the dust insects in the air have gathered more and more.

It was almost black, like a wall, blocking the road ahead and slowly approaching us.