Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

It's just that it was even darker up here, and the two devils bravely walked up with torches.

Looking around, they saw that in the dark compartment, there were shabby furniture, dark stools half-lying, brooms made of sorghum poles were full of dust, and spider webs hung on their heads from time to time.

This is not a good place. As we walked, people began to panic because of fear.

The two devils walked step by step, towards the last dark earthen room in the interlayer. This small earthen room on the mezzanine floor did not have a wooden door, but a small opening that only allowed one person to enter.

The two devils took courage one after another and got in with torches.

A moment later, a cold light flashed in the room, and after a slight noise... two "devils" crawled out again.

The little devil under the compartment heard the movement and shouted in Japanese: "What happened?"

Kekekeke, the two devils slowly walked down the stairs on each floor in the dark.

The devil below saw that his companion was fine, so he stopped asking questions and continued to search.

"Devil" Han Feng smiled at "devil" Xu Zilin. The two devils lowered their heads and continued with other search tasks.

Soon, all the five earthen houses were searched, and the soldiers lit a bonfire on the earthen ground in the main room of the house, and took a short rest while keeping warm.

"I 々 は 见张りに来なさい, let's watch!"

The moon has passed the positive sky, and the time should be past the early morning. The two devils thoughtfully took over the task of guarding, and the other 18 devils formed a circle in the main room. The bonfire was slowly burning, and a warmth spread throughout the building. The house is spreading...

427 The Scream in the Night

The long, cold night seemed to have no end.

The deeper the night, the more sleepy people become.

After the Japanese soldiers who kept warm by the bonfire felt the warmth and comfort, they became more tired and sleepy, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

On the contrary, the two soldiers guarding the door were in the cold wind, their faces were flushed from the cold, and they didn't feel sleepy at all.

In the middle of the night, the Japanese soldiers who were sitting, lying down and resting around the bonfire in the main room had basically fallen asleep. Only one Japanese soldier who was in charge of guarding around the bonfire stood sleepily, waiting for the next day in exhaustion. A soldier's replacement.

The vigilant "devil" Han Feng walked towards him, but just glanced at him, then squatted aside to warm himself by the fire.

The soldier was not vigilant about this. The soldiers standing guard at the door were always in the cold and windy. It is only natural for them to go into the house to keep warm. If he were Han Feng, he would do the same.

Han Feng approached him while keeping warm, and slowly stood up. Since his face was still sideways, the bonfire was reflected on his calm face, and the Japanese soldier couldn't see clearly.

As if preparing to have a conversation, the Japanese soldier was unprepared, a gleaming dagger was cut across his throat silently, and at the same time, a powerful big hand tightly covered his mouth.

The Japanese soldier slowly fell into Han Feng's arms with his face full of horror, and Han Feng slowly put him down, sitting up and sleeping soundly.

All this happened in silence, and the remaining 17 devils are still asleep.

With a sneer on Han Feng's face, he touched them one by one.

Hiraike Ichiro sat by the bonfire, and the swaying bonfire was reflected on his grim face with the cold wind that entered the main room through the crack of the door.

The surrounding soldiers, except for the sentry, basically fell asleep in extreme exhaustion.

Naturally, it was a nightmare. In such an environment, before the soldiers fell asleep, all the strange scenes that happened along the way echoed in their minds. Before they fell asleep, their hearts were full of fear, until the sleepiness completely defeated their nerves. , and then fell asleep in a daze.

But Hirachi Ichiro couldn't sleep no matter what. As a commander with certain military qualities, his intuition told himself that tonight would not pass so easily.

Along the way into the Princess Tomb, Hirachi Ichiro has been comforting and telling himself all the weird things that happened along the way, it can't be true, it can't be true, it must be those Tubalu who entered the Princess Tomb in advance Playing tricks.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't figure out how these earthy roads got in the way.

The scenes experienced on the road did not seem artificial.

There are still so many coffins, could it be that Tubalu knew about his arrival a long time ago, so he prepared to leave them in advance?This is totally impossible.

It's nothing to stay up all night, Hirachi Ichiro tried his best to keep himself awake.

He looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and he suddenly remembered the legend in the island nationization that demons and ghosts often come out to eat people at two or three o'clock in the morning.

Hirachi Ichiro waved to the sentinel who was on guard.

"Send out the messenger to see if there is anything going on in the other rooms."

"Hi!"

The four messengers spread out to the left and right, walking towards each house.

One of the communications soldiers walked towards the earthen house where Han Feng and Xu Zilin were.

The two sentinels still stood with their heads slightly lowered, unable to see clearly what they looked like.

"Is there something wrong with the matter はありますか?" the communications soldier asked Han Feng.

Han Feng's profile briefly replied: "ないNo"

The communications soldier nodded and went into the house to check. The bonfire in the house was burning quietly. As time went on, the original wood had gradually burned out, and the flames were not as hot as they were at first. 18 soldiers formed a Sitting in a circle, one by one put their hands on their knees and rest their heads on their arms.

Sentinel Han Feng followed in, but the messenger ignored him and continued his own inspection.

He gently pushed the shoulder of one of the Japanese soldiers, who should be his friend.

"Suzuki-kun!"

"Suzuki-kun!"

Called twice, no one answered.

The communications soldier tried to increase his strength and pushed his friend, and the Japanese soldier known as Suzuki-kun followed this force and fell directly to the ground.

The bright red blood sprayed from the neck stained the whole body, and it was only revealed when the Japanese soldier fell down. The bright red blood looked particularly coquettish and terrifying under the reflection of the flames.

The communications soldier was stunned. He didn't call for help at the first moment, let alone realize why his companion died.

He hurriedly pushed the others, but the situation was exactly the same as that of his good friend Suzuki-kun. With a light push, they all fell to the ground, and all 18 Japanese soldiers were killed quietly.

what is happening!

Who killed these companions of his?

The whole body chill almost made the signal soldier's hands and feet cold.

Then he noticed a dark shadow on the wall in the reflection of the campfire.

Behind him, a strong murderous intent enveloped him, he turned his head in panic, it turned out to be the sentinel who was in charge of guarding the door.

"What are you doing?"