"I heard that the Japanese soldiers in the Beiman Fortress were evacuated in a hurry overnight, is it possible that there is some perverted bacteriological research being done here, and then the research fails, and the virus spreads?" Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, judging from the current situation, there is not a single figure in all the barracks, and not even a trace is left. Even if the United Nations people come to search again, it is estimated that they will not be able to find the charges against little Japan at that time.

"Is this little Japan good enough, not even a single hair left?" said Wushuang, looking at the empty barracks in the window. He tried, and the barracks doors on both sides were just closed and not locked.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor in front of him, and judging by the footsteps, there were at least ten people on the other side. The dim light stretched the shadows of the group.

"Oh no, did they get it? Hide!" Wushuang led everyone into a nearby barracks, lowered his body and looked out of the window.

"Brother, if they succeed, they will definitely leave as soon as possible, in case they blow up that entrance from the outside, won't we be able to get out?" Ma Ya reminded him.

"Don't worry, let's see the situation, listen carefully, the footsteps of this group are very neat, like specially trained ceremonial soldiers who specialize in walking the phalanx. The Japanese ronins do not belong to the military, even if they walk neatly, they will definitely not make such a move, right? Besides, once they succeed, they will definitely be busy coming out to deal with us, how can they have the leisure to walk here?" Wushuang is very smart, and when he listens to the footsteps, he analyzes that the other party's group is not a ronin.

Everyone lowered their bodies, pointed their guns out of the window, and outside, the long black shadows were slowly approaching the barracks.

Bo Bo ...... Bo Bo ...... The footsteps were neat, and they came from far and near, and everyone's hearts were in their throats. If the other party gets close, it will definitely be a hand-to-hand fight, and if they really fight, they will definitely not be able to take advantage of the outnumbered people, and they will also expose their whereabouts to attract that group of ronins.

"Don't move, sit down. Wushuang pressed everyone down and sat down with their backs against the wall of the barracks.

"Brother, don't we fight? While they don't find out about us, if we strike first, we can kill a few more?" Ma Ya felt that Wushuang's order was a little indistinguishable, not like the vicious beard before.

"We can't be impulsive, we have to think about everything! Have you ever thought about it? If the other party wasn't that group of Japanese ronin, who would it be?"

Wushuang's words woke everyone up. Everyone calmed down and looked at each other, if it was really that group of Japanese ronin, it would be better to say. But no one will ever discover this underground fortress for so many years, and no one will ever enter it. That...... So could the patrolling soldiers stay before the Japanese troops left? Oh my God, more than 50 years? Not to mention whether they could have lived in this closed environment for 50 years, even if they survived, they would have been over 70 years old by now based on their age of at least 20 years at the time.

"Wouldn't it?" said Agudam.

A group of old men patrol the underground fortress day after day, year after year, and no one will believe what they say. Do they have the perseverance? And even if they do, can they physically stand it? Can they still walk as neatly as they did when they were young?

"Grandma's, fortunately, the master is faster than our heads, I damn it, dare to be a large group of ghost soldiers patrolling?" said Hasan as he lit a cigarette and calmed his mind.

The footsteps outside the barracks were getting closer and closer, and although everyone probably guessed the identity of the other party, they still didn't dare to underestimate it, they leaned together one by one, holding guns in their hands, and didn't dare to come out. Especially these Mongolian men, they are not like Wushuang, they deal with things underground all the year round, let them kill people and set fires, they can encounter these evil things and have no idea, the palms of their hands are full of sweat, their hands are holding the butt of the gun, and the butt of the gun slides down little by little.

Wushuang comforted them and said: "It's okay, don't be nervous, you remember, the thinking of the dead and the living is different, they just repeat the habits of life, as long as we don't offend them, they won't harm us." Don't even talk, just wait for them to pass. ”

Everyone leaned against the wall and swallowed, and in the corridor outside the wall, the footsteps were already approaching, and the group of ghost soldiers happened to pass through the corridor, only a few meters away from them except for this wall.

Bo Bo ...... Bo Bo ...... The sound of neat footsteps passed. Judging from their neat footsteps, the training of the Japanese army was indeed harder than that of the Chinese army at that time.

"Anda, what do you say the ghost soldiers are crossing the border?" Hasen said curiously.

"How have I ever seen it? If I hadn't followed our master, how could I have this experience? Agudammu also felt excited.

"Master, I'll take a look, are you okay?" Hasen was young and bold, and he stood up and showed his head without waiting for Wushuang's consent?

"Sit down for me!" shouted Mushuang.

"Huh?" said Hasan with a strange cry as he stood firmly in front of the window, his eyes staring straight out, not knowing what a horrible sight he saw.

Perhaps he had been spotted by the Japanese ghost soldiers, and the hallway had once again been dead silent.

Everyone thought Husson was in danger and stood up and turned their guns to aim out the window.

Strangely, there was nothing outside the window, not even a shadow, and there were no footprints in the clean steel corridor.

"What did you see, Hasen?" asked him.

"Nothing, sir, where are the ghost soldiers?, did they find us?" Hasen realized that he had fallen into a catastrophe.

"I'll tell you both, Battle handed you over to me, you have to listen to me, if either of you acts rashly again, then go back immediately, I don't need the protection of a barbarian!" Wushuang scolded him.

In the past, in the caravan, the first leader was Battle, and the second in command was Yun Qiang, and the order of the two of them was military orders, and any place and organization must have their own rules, and the rules are dead, and they will never talk about human feelings, and if anyone disobeys, they will be driven out of the caravan, and they will be shot. What's more, now they are following the young master of the thief door, and the status of Wushuang is far several times higher than that of Yun Qiang and Battle.

The scared two Mongolian guys lowered their heads and didn't dare to let go, for fear that Wushuang would be shot if they were lively.

"Brother, what are you doing? Hasson is still young, and he hasn't experienced this. It's okay Hassan, I'm kidding you. Ma Ya patted Hassen on the shoulder and gave Wushuang a look.

Ma Ya is indeed different from Lan Caidie's way of doing things, she is more easy-going, more down-to-earth, and has a strong affinity. Besides, the Dongmeng Ma Gang has worked hard to follow you and protect you, and they may block bullets for you at any time, because it is really unreasonable to blame others for this matter.