Zhao Laoni’s dialect in northern Shaanxi, every word is like crying and complaining, and every sentence is heart-wrenching. It is filled with endless sadness and anger in the desolation, penetrates the night and hits the fragile heartstrings of the Japanese and puppet troops.

The song echoed over the camp, like a cold wind passing by, causing every Japanese and puppet army to shudder involuntarily. The chill on his body was even more harsh than the cold wind in the middle of the night.

The Japanese and puppet troops began to be extremely nervous, and fear came like a tide because the song came again.

Although the tune has changed, the tone sounds the same as before.

And does that song describe hell?

At this time, both the puppet army and the Japanese were trembling, because if the hell was real, then what awaited them would be endless hell torture.

However, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the grass and trees around the camp seemed to sway with the wind, but it added a bit more gloomy and terrifying.

Suddenly, two figures jumped out of the darkness, one black and one white, like the legendary black and white impermanence.

They were wearing long gowns, tall hats, chains and mourning sticks, with hideous faces and a cold air.

"Wuchang seeks his life, and the evil ghosts should be punished!" Hei Wuchang's low voice echoed in the night sky, like the verdict of hell.

The Japanese officer widened his eyes, but he had not lost his mind yet.

Seeing the nearby Japanese trembling, he snatched the gun from the other party's hand and shot Hei Wuchang in the chest.

The gunshot sounded, and the black Wuchang's chest was directly penetrated.

I just didn't expect that Hei Wuchang would be like nothing happened, laughing loudly and rushing towards them.

"Ghost, ghost!"

When a puppet army saw this scene, they screamed, threw away their weapons and ran away.

He had heard people say that those life-seeking ghosts cannot be killed. Bullets are useless to them.

At this moment, it was true that the bullet penetrated the body and the other party was safe and sound.

Of course, the puppet army did not know that the beaten Hei Wuchang was actually a scarecrow.

Not to mention a single shot, even if you use a machine gun, Hei Wuchang will be fine.

At this time, the Japanese officer was also panicked because the other party could not kill him. What should I do?

In addition, the timid puppet troops ran away after that scream, and their subordinates were trembling one by one.

He didn't know what to do either.

But at this moment, a tall and strong man walked out between the grass and the trees, with an official hat folded from black paper on his head and an account book in his hand, like a judge in the underworld.

Then there were men in black holding iron chains, screaming strangely.

And at this moment, the judge said, "You have done so many evil things, and today is your retribution!"

After saying that, the men in black rushed towards the Japanese patrol teams who were almost scared.

But at the same time, close to the west side of the Japanese military camp, Dragon Boat Festival actually brought people to action early.

When Zhao Lao Nian and a dozen men in black who pretended to be misunderstood by the judges, the battle had already started, and a large number of Japanese and puppet troops had already been killed silently.

Dragon Boat Festival was naturally the first. Wherever his black blades passed, many Japanese and puppet soldiers did not react at all, and were removed from their heads.

Dragon Boat Festival even fell in love with this kind of killing in the dark night.

The black night clothes made him run in the dark, and it was difficult for the Japanese puppet troops to discover him.

But when the Japanese puppet army discovered it, it was too late.

The same is true for other black-clothed soldiers. With the help of the cover of night, they frantically hunted the Japanese and puppet troops.

When the Japanese and puppet troops noticed it, they didn't know how many people died, and the entire camp was filled with horror.

A Japanese officer was covered in blood. After escaping by chance, he ran to Major General Zhengye like crazy to report.

The Japanese officer staggered into the camp of Major General Zhengye, his face full of fear and even forgot to salute. He just gasped heavily and stuttered, "Your Excellency, no, it's not good! Yes, there are ghosts! Some of our camps have been attacked by those unjust souls!"

When Major General Zhengye heard this, his heart trembled violently, but he tried to calm down and glared at the officer with a sharp look. There was a hint of imperceptible trembling in his voice, but he still pretended to be majestic and shouted angrily:

"What? The attack of the wronged soul? Are you crazy? This is the battlefield. If you talk nonsense, I will deal with you with military law!"

The officer was frightened by the roar of Major General Zhengye, but the fear in his heart surged like a tide, forcing him to continue saying:

"Your Excellency, it is true, those who are wearing black robes and holding chains, they cannot kill them, and bullets are useless to them, just like the soul-catching messenger who came out of the underworld!"

Major General Zhengye's face turned pale in an instant. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his nails embedded in his palms, and the pain made him a little more awake.

He tried hard to adjust his breathing to prevent his inner fear from revealing. He grabbed the pistol on the table and slapped it hard on the table, making a loud "bang" sound, trying to cover up his panic with his voice, and then said angrily:

"Nonsense! What kind of people who can't be killed or the soul-catching messenger are all tricks for the enemy! Hurry up, gather the troops for me, and I want to go and see them myself. I want to see which brave guy dares to make ground on my wild head!"

After saying that, Major General Zhengye pulled over his military cap and walked out of the tent with great strides. Behind him was a group of Japanese officers who were also confused and somewhat panicked.

Under Zhengye's leadership, they came to the west side near the Central Army's tent with fear.

But at this moment, there were only the howling of the injured Japanese and the scared Japanese soldiers.

Major General Zhengye looked around and saw a mess. The fire reflected the blood and limbs all over the ground. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burnt, which was disgusting.

Those so-called "soul-catching messengers" seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, with no trace to be found.

A wave of indescribable fear surged in Major General Zhengye's heart again. Could it be that there are really evil souls in this world?

He shook his head suddenly, trying to dispel the ridiculous idea.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then ordered loudly: "Quickly, order everyone to clean the battlefield, check the casualties, and see if there are any new discoveries!"

Upon hearing this, the cabinets took action one after another. Some carried away the wounded, some cleared the battlefield, and some searched for the enemy's traces.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they found no clues about those "Sewedishmen".

However, just when the Japanese were at a loss, a sound similar to an opera came from the camp of the Japanese on the east side:

"Listen to me and listen to me, overseas thieves are not kind-hearted!

There were many prosperous times in the past, and the world was peaceful and the people were at peace.

You are ambitions like a wolf, and you are crossing the ocean and disturbing the border.

Burning, killing, plundering and evil deeds are full of evil deeds, and the land of China is suffering all the way!

There are so many heroic descendants in China, so how can we allow small people to be arrogant?

The frontier is full of heroic courage, and the anger is surging.

If you show off your might for a while, you will be reported by God today.
Chapter completed!