Deep in the woods, the moonlight shines through the sparse branches and leaves, mottled on the one-eyed dragon and the Dragon Boat Festival.

One-eyed dragon lowered his voice and said, "Captain, the Japanese search team is not large. Let's take action now and we should be able to solve them easily."

Dragon Boat Festival shook his head gently, obviously having other plans, he laughed slightly: "No hurry, today's night is still growing!"

The one-eyed dragon nodded and said no more. Because obviously the captain had his own arrangements, he just had to obey the orders.

But at this time, the Dragon Boat Festival was afraid that the one-eyed dragon would not understand, so it continued: "We won the first battle tonight. But how to fight the next battle is a science.

Logically, after an ambush, especially such a large army, we should evacuate immediately and beware of the enemy's counterattack.

However, we made arrangements before the attack.

We took action with lightning speed, and retreated with lightning speed.

The Japanese were confused, and Zhao Lao Nian pretended to be a ghost, and the Japanese were panicked. Then we had the possibility of multiple ambushings.

And if the Japanese come to the woods to pursue us, then tonight, we will have hope to wipe out all the Japanese puppet troops."

When the one-eyed dragon heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "Captain, I really understand what you mean this time. I really look forward to what kind of virtue the Japanese will have after tonight!"

Dragon Boat Festival smiled slightly, patted the one-eyed dragon on the shoulder and said, "Very good. Go and find a few brothers to cooperate with Zhao Lao Nian and learn from him the ability to pretend to be a god. Next time, I will make more Japanese puppet troops think that this is a life-taking of the wronged soul, and they all have to die!"

"Yes, captain!"

The one-eyed dragon was very happy and immediately went to execute the Dragon Boat Festival order.

At this moment, Zhao Lao Nian became energetic and took out a mask, oil paint, pepper noodles, and even lime powder from the treasure bag he accompanied him.

Those soldiers in black-clothed troops who were preparing to learn to pretend to be a ghost from Zhao Lao Nian were stunned.

He thought to himself: "How afraid of death are you? You are so prepared."

But Zhao Lao Nian didn't care. What if there were more cards to save your life?

So Zhao Laoniang generously donated tonight and handed over one hundred of his work to more than a dozen black-clad warriors.

These people, either wearing masks, long tongues in their mouths, or high hats, holding mourning sticks, jumping around in great excitement.

At the same time, the Japanese were not idle either, they were cleaning the battlefield.

But what surprised them was that all the Japanese soldiers had quite a few weapons like the puppet army. This was very unreasonable.

Because generally speaking, after the enemy kills people, they will take away the opponent's weapons and ammunition.

But this time, there was no such thing as all weapons and ammunition remained in their original place.

At the beginning, the Japanese officer responsible for cleaning the battlefield was still a little confused, but suddenly a Japanese whispered: "I'm sorry, sorry, these are not my fault. It was His Majesty the Emperor who asked me to come to China. Please forgive me. I will be a good person and never kill innocent people again."

At this time, the Japanese reacted. Perhaps the rumor was true, it was a life-taking effort by an unjust soul.

The Japanese officer hurried back, pale-faced and rushed straight into Major General Zhengye's command tent.

"Report to Mr. Masayo, something is wrong!"

There was a hint of trembling in the voice of the Japanese officer.

Major General Zhengye was lying in front of the case, studying tomorrow's combat plan. Even tonight, he was about to set up defenses and cut off all the roads that could enter Laoye Ridge from Phoenix City.

But at this moment, when he heard the officer's report, he raised his head and asked, "Say, what's wrong?"

The Japanese officer swallowed and said tremblingly: "When we were cleaning the battlefield, we found that all the weapons and ammunition were intact and not taken away by the enemy. Moreover, one of my soldiers suddenly began to talk nonsense, saying... that it was an unjust soul to seek life. So I think, is this true?"

Upon hearing this, Major General Zhengye slapped the table suddenly and shouted angrily: "Nonsense! What kind of unjust souls are seeking life? How can you be scared by such nonsense?"

The Japanese officer was so scared that he shivered and quickly lowered his head: "Hi! Your Excellency Zhengye taught me a lesson."

Major General Zhengye took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions: "Immediately order the troops to strengthen their vigilance and strictly prevent the enemy from attacking again. At the same time, if the order continues, there will be such nonsense, military law to deal with it!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese officer responded and turned around and wanted to leave.

However, at this moment, a chill surged in Major General Zhengye's heart. He looked at the dark night outside the tent and muttered in his heart: "Is there really something wronged?"

As soon as this idea came out, Major General Zhengye quickly shook his head and tried to drive him out of his mind. He was a senior officer of the empire, how could he believe this superstitious statement!

However, the more he thought this way, the more uneasy he became.

He even seemed to feel an invisible force peeking at him in the darkness, ready to pull him into the endless abyss at any time.

He stood up suddenly and paced back and forth, trying to dispel the fear in his heart in this way.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the chill never faded away, like a maggot attached to his bones, making him unable to sleep or eat.

"No, I can't be influenced by this emotion."

Major General Masayoshi secretly told himself: "I must remain calm in order to make the right judgment."

So he sat back before the case, began to study the map, and formulated the next combat plan.

He felt that if he entered a state of selflessness, he would definitely not think about the life-taking of the wronged soul.

However, he might have overestimated his will, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart that echoed: "The wronged soul seeks life,...the wronged soul seeks life,..."

"Baga Road!"

Major General Zhengye cursed in his heart, but at this time, he was troubled by this spell, not only him, but was spreading throughout the camp.

At first, only a few Japanese whispered in private, talking about the rumors about the life-seeking of the wronged soul.

But over time, these remarks quickly spread throughout the camp like wildfire.

The Japanese soldiers began to gather together in groups of three or five, their eyes full of fear and anxiety. They whispered and looked around from time to time, as if there would be no evil spirits jumping out of the darkness and demanding their lives at any time.

The Japanese patrolling also became extremely careful. The rifles in their hands were tightly held and their steps were light, for fear of disturbing the invisible unjust souls.

Whenever the wind blows and the leaves rustle, they will look around nervously, fearing that it is the evil spirits that are at the trouble.

The atmosphere in the camp became extremely depressing, and even the air was filled with an indescribable fear.

The Japanese began to suffer from insomnia. They did not dare to close their eyes, staring at the top of the tent, staring at the same time as a copper bell.

It seems that you can always hear the whispers and wails of the wronged souls. Their nerves are so tense that they can be frightened by any movement.

Some soldiers even began to secretly pray to Amaterasu, hoping that the gods could protect them from the invasion of wronged souls.
Chapter completed!