Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2722 Psychological Warfare!

Zhao Laonian was very proud of himself, and he frightened the Japanese and puppet troops with his two attacks.

But the drama was not over yet. The task assigned by the captain was to spread fear among the Japanese and puppet troops, making them believe that they had committed too many sins in their lifetime and the Black and White Impermanence from the underworld had come to claim their lives.

There are too many Japanese soldiers. If we don't use this method, even if the black troops are strong, they can't defeat ten with one.

So tonight, Duanwu placed two bets.

The first treasure is the black-clad troops, who are very good at hand-to-hand combat, and especially at night, they act quickly in black.

And the second treasure is Zhao Laonian.

He wanted to use Zhao Laonian's Peking Opera singing style and his dirty tricks to scare the Japanese so that they would never dare to come to the mountains again, and even when they returned to the city they would be awakened by nightmares.

And Zhao Laonian’s methods are especially important.

Because if we cannot make the Japanese and puppet troops feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, then it would be a daydream to want to defeat a mixed brigade of more than 5,000 people with only 600 people.

Therefore, Zhao Laonian can be regarded as a key link in this battle.

And Zhao Laonian would naturally not disappoint Duanwu.

His figure flashed again, and Hei Wuchang was carried on his back, replaced by Bai Wuchang, who was dressed in white, with thick white powder on his face and a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

And at some point, a string of copper bells appeared in Zhao Laonian's hand, and behind the copper bells there was a copper ball the size of a ping-pong ball in Zhao Laonian's hand.

He shook it gently, and the copper bell rang loudly!

"Hey, hey, hey! Little devil, your Grandpa Bai is here!"

Zhao Laonian's voice became shrill and long, as if it came from the underworld, making the air around them seem a little colder.

Those Japanese puppet soldiers were already frightened out of their wits by Black Wuchang, and when they saw White Wuchang appear, they were so frightened that their legs went weak. Some of them simply collapsed to the ground, losing even the courage to escape.

Seeing this, Zhao Laonian felt even more proud. He deliberately slowed down his pace and chased after the Japanese and puppet troops, sometimes turning into the White Ghost, sometimes into the Black Ghost, singing in Beijing dialect while chasing the devils.

The Japanese and puppet troops were so frightened that more than thirty of them were chased by Zhao Laonian alone, and then they fled in all directions.

At this time, Zhao Laonian did not stop them and went to scare other Japanese and puppet troops.

At the same time, Major General Masano, who was discussing tomorrow's blockade plan for Phoenix City with several senior officers, not only heard the gunshots, but also heard the Japanese soldiers coming to report in a panic:

"Reporting to you, sir, our camp on the west side has been attacked by unknown people. The exact number of people is unknown and the camp is in chaos."

Major General Masano was very surprised: "What?"

He seemed a little bit unbelievable that someone dared to attack his camp.

He said angrily: "Baga, how dare these bugs attack the camp?"

The Japanese soldier trembled after hearing this, not knowing how to report next.

Finally, he still bit the bullet and reported: "Sir, many imperial soldiers said that it was ghosts causing trouble, and they were all very scared."

Major General Masano immediately became furious and said, "Baka, there are no ghosts here! You have to believe in science!"

But in fact, at this time, Major General Masano was also very afraid.

Although he keeps talking about science, the Japanese believe in it. No matter how high his official position is, he believes in God. It is engraved in his bones.

But as the highest commander here, he still straightened his back and wanted to go and see it himself.

But at this time, he only saw the fleeing soldiers, including puppet troops and Japanese soldiers. Major General Masano was very angry and stopped them, cursing: "What are you running for, you good-for-nothings? Where are your enemies?"

At this moment, they looked back and found that their enemies had disappeared at some point.

This was naturally Duanwu's plan. It was simply a joke to defeat more than 5,000 enemy troops in one go with only 600 people.

So the Japanese in the west camp were driven to the middle of the camp, and without Duanwu's order, everyone evacuated immediately, as if they had never been there.

This is another psychological tactic that deepens the Japanese's fear.

On the battlefield, there is probably nothing more terrifying than an enemy who comes and goes without a trace.

Moreover, Duanwu needs those damned Japanese devils and puppet soldiers to go back and spread the news so that more Japanese and puppet soldiers will know that they were killed by the wronged souls of the people they killed.

Duanwu wanted them to spend this night in fear.

Of course, they may not survive this night, because the attack has only just begun.

But Major General Masano didn't know that he was searching the battlefield with his men, and the results were shocking.

The scene before their eyes was like hell reenacted - every corpse, whether it was the Japanese or the puppet soldiers, fell to the ground in an incredible posture, with a blood hole like a thin line on the neck or chest.

What is even more horrifying is that there was almost no sign of struggle or resistance among the killed Japanese devils and puppet soldiers, as if the deceased had not even the thought of resistance when facing death.

"How is this possible?"

Major General Masano muttered to himself, his eyes lingering on every corpse, trying to find a clue, but he found nothing except fear and death.

His subordinates, those Japanese soldiers who were usually arrogant, now all showed fear on their faces, and some even began to retreat unconsciously, as if even breathing became difficult.

"Look, sir..."

At this moment, a Japanese soldier pointed at a pile of corpses not far away, his voice trembling.

Major General Masano looked in the direction of his finger and saw several corpses hugging each other tightly, with horror on their faces, as if they had witnessed something unspeakable in their lifetime and had even forgotten to escape.

"Where are the enemies? Where are the enemies?"

But seeing this, Major General Masano roared, but the only response he got was dead silence.

In the camp, apart from them and the dead bodies all over the ground, there was no sign of other living people.

He tried to analyze it all with reason, but what kept echoing in his mind were the rumors about wronged ghosts seeking revenge.

"Could it be that... it's really the wronged ghosts who are taking my life?"

Major General Masano couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, because in Japanese culture, the legend of ghosts has a long history, and even a senior officer like him could not escape the influence of superstitious thinking.

He even began to doubt whether the reports from his soldiers were true.

But he still couldn't show it, and he thought that these people were killed with a knife, so would the wronged ghost kill people with a knife?

This was a big question, so he immediately ordered: "Quick! Organize a search team immediately and find the traces of those 'enemies'! Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in this world, at least not in China!"

"Hi!"

A Japanese officer took the order, although he was still a little scared. But he still gritted his teeth and led his men away!

(End of this chapter)