Anti-Japanese Jedi Player

Chapter 170 Horror Scene

It is 12 kilometers northwest of Wanping City.

Here is a typical northern landform, dwarf shrubs, barren land, weathered sandy rocks.After thousands of years of time changes and hundreds of generations of farming and migration, this place has been riddled with ravines and devastated.

The flames of war that swept across the entire land of Shenzhou also affected here not long ago. On the land not far away, there are traces left by several explosions. These are the scars caused by the shells hitting the ground. There is black smoke left by the war around the scars. Dazzling and conspicuous.

This kind of small wound heals in the blink of an eye for the vast earth that has existed since ancient times, but it will be a deep memory for human beings who only have a lifespan of several decades.

"right here"

The leader of the devil's subdivision with a few obvious slap marks on his face pointed his fingers into the distance, but this devil still had a distraught expression at this moment, as if he had lost interest in the world, his eyes were empty, and the light in his pupils was gradually spreading.

Behind the leader of the devil squad, the Japanese army major with white gloves looked not far away along his fingers.

Extending his sight, he saw a scene with a horrifying atmosphere.

In a low-lying flat land about 30 meters away, there are more than [-] soldiers. Judging from their clothes, these are soldiers from the Seventh Special Mixed Brigade of the Empire.

These soldiers gathered in twos and threes, squatting, holding guns in their arms, they were very close to each other, kowtowed to each other, shoulders supported, and whispered, as if they were discussing secretly gossip.

If the line of sight stops here, then this will be a very good scene, a very warm picture, whispering soldiers in twos and threes, more than 20 resting soldiers, quiet, intimate and peaceful.

However, at a distance of only more than 30 meters, many things can already be seen clearly with the naked eye. Under these soldiers, there is a large pool of bloodstains flowing, which makes the ground soaked in bright red, and the bloodstains of the three soldiers supported by triangles are mixed together. Coupled with the quiet environment, at first glance, it is horrifying and weird, like a mysterious cult sacrifice scene that has been completed, which makes people feel scalp numb.

The only exception to these triangles of threes and threes was the nearest group of soldiers, who were all spread out on the ground, apparently checked by someone not long ago.And this posture is just right to see clearly the wounds on the necks of the three soldiers, which are like a bloody wound, telling death ferociously, as well as the eyes that have not been closed tightly.

Looking at the scene in front of him, out of control, the Japanese Army Major shuddered all over, and his whole body was icy cold.

"This... what happened... what... who did it?" After being dazed for a long time, the Japanese Army Major still couldn't form a complete language.While stammering, he walked forward with difficulty.

Walked all the way to the group of soldiers who were turned over to check, looked at the corpse that was close at hand, looked at the hideous wound on the neck, and looked at the dazed eyes that had not yet been closed.

The Japanese Major's hands couldn't help trembling.

War is directly synonymous with death. Whether it is a winner or a loser in a war, death is inevitable. As the captain of the Major, he has seen too many deaths, and even faced death several times.Moreover, as a successor to the spirit of Bushido, the Japanese Army Major claims that he has never been afraid of death. He is ready to sacrifice his life for the great cause of the empire at any time. life, even your own life.

After joining the army for five years, he has never been afraid, and he has never retreated on the battlefield, and his heart has never trembled. Even facing a division of the Republic of China, he can lead his brigade to charge forward.

But today, he was scared.

He has never been so afraid like this. What he fears is not death, but the unknown force that caused this death.

At such a close distance, he could see and see clearly, the confusion on the faces of these soldiers in front of him, the Major could imagine, when these soldiers were dying, they must be asking in doubt, why did he die?
who is it?How do you do it?

Can silently kill more than 20 soldiers?And all the soldiers didn't find out during the period!
And why let these two sub-captains go?

Taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the fear in his heart, the major began to carefully examine the wounds. With years of actual combat experience in the front line, he could tell at a glance that these wounds were not caused by bayonets, because the wounds were thicker than those caused by bayonets.

"You mean it was caused by one person?"

With indifferent eyes, he asked the two team leaders behind him. The Japanese Major had recovered from his fear. No matter who it was or how it was done, he must investigate to the end. I swear on the life of Kazuo Mitsuda.

"We sat there with our backs facing each other for about 10 minutes, and we'll be like this when we turn back." One of the Japanese squadron leaders chattered his teeth, but he still managed to give a complete answer.

The Japanese Army Major, that is, Kazuo Mitsuda, followed the direction of the team leader. He stood where the two team leaders were at that time, looked back, and his eyes swept across.

The closest point to the dead soldiers here was only five meters.

"Did you hear anything at that time?" The major continued to ask.

"I remember when that man distributed cigarettes to the soldiers," recalled one of the squad leaders, his pupils lightened a little at this time.

Hearing this, Kazuo Mitsuda looked at the dead soldiers again. He found that every soldier had a cigarette in his ear, and some soldiers even had burnt cigarette tails in their hands.

Scanning his eyes carefully, he finally made a new discovery.

Crouching down and keeping his eyes close, he carefully observed the ground.On the ground covered with a little snow-white loess, there is a distinctive footprint. This footprint is very new, and it should not look older than a day.

The soldiers of the Empire's [-]th Special Mixed Brigade all wore uniform military boots with exactly the same patterns on the soles, so this footstep was definitely not left by the soldiers of the Empire.

Following the direction of the footprints, Kazuo Mitsuda's eyes were moving.

The footprints are very clear. The person who left the footprints didn't care about the exposure of his whereabouts. Many places he walked were places with snow marks, and the traces of the footprints could be seen at a glance.

The clear footprints confirmed the words of the leader of the devil's team. The footprints were divided into two distinct tracks, and finally stopped behind the two team leaders, and then stretched straight into the distance.

The distance between the leaving footprints was wider, and it was obvious that the person who left this footprint was running at high speed.

(End of this chapter)