Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2723 Curse!

Deep in the woods, the moonlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting patches of light on the bodies of One-Eyed Dragon and Duanwu.

The one-eyed man lowered his voice and said, "Captain, the Japanese search team is small in number. If we take action now, we should be able to easily deal with them."

Duanwu shook his head slightly, obviously having other plans. He smiled and said, "No hurry, the night is still long!"

The one-eyed man nodded and said no more, because it was obvious that the captain had his own plans and he just had to follow his orders.

But at this time, Duanwu was afraid that the one-eyed dragon didn't understand, so he continued: "Tonight's battle, we won the first battle. But how to fight the next battle is a science.

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

However, we made arrangements before the attack.

We attacked with lightning speed and retreated with lightning speed.

The Japanese were confused, and Zhao Laonian was playing tricks, which made the Japanese panic. Then we had the possibility of multiple ambushes.

And if the devils come to chase us in the woods, then we have a chance to wipe out this group of devils and puppet troops tonight."

Hearing this, the one-eyed dragon's eyes flashed with joy: "Captain, I really understand what you mean this time. I'm really looking forward to what the Japanese will do after tonight!"

Duanwu smiled slightly, patted the one-eyed man on the shoulder and said, "Very good, go find a few brothers to cooperate with Zhao Laonian and learn from him how to play tricks. Next time, I will make more Japanese soldiers think that this is a wronged ghost seeking revenge, and they must all die!"

"Yes, Captain!"

The one-eyed man was very happy and immediately went to carry out Duanwu's order.

At this moment, Zhao Laonian became excited and took out masks, oil paint, chili powder, and even lime powder from his treasure bag.

Those black-clad soldiers who were preparing to learn how to play tricks from Zhao Laonian were all stunned.

I thought to myself: "How afraid are you of death? You are so well prepared."

But Zhao Laonian didn't care. What's the harm in having more cards to save his life?

So Zhao Laonian generously donated 1% of his profits tonight and gave them to a dozen black-clad warriors.

These people, some wearing masks, some with long tongues in their mouths, some wearing tall hats and holding mourning sticks, jumped around and were very lively.

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

But what surprised them was that all the Japanese soldiers and puppet soldiers had the same weapons. This was not in line with common sense.

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

But this time, there was none of that, all the weapons and ammunition remained where they were.

At first, the Japanese officers in charge of cleaning up the battlefield were a little confused, but suddenly one of them trembled and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is not my fault. It was His Majesty the Emperor who sent me to China. Please forgive me. I will be a good person and never kill innocent people again."

At this time, the Japanese finally realized that perhaps the rumor was true and it was really a wronged ghost seeking revenge.

The Japanese officer hurried back, his face pale, and rushed straight into Major General Masano's command tent.

"Report to Lord Zhengye, something is wrong!"

There was a slight tremor in the Japanese officer's voice.

Major General Masano was bending over his desk, studying tomorrow's battle plan. Even tonight, he was going to start deploying defenses and cut off all roads leading from Phoenix City to Laoyeling.

But at this moment, after hearing the officer's report, he raised his head and asked, "Tell me, what's wrong?" The Japanese officer swallowed and said in a trembling voice, "When we were cleaning the battlefield, we found that all the weapons and ammunition were intact and had not been taken away by the enemy. Moreover, one of my soldiers suddenly started talking nonsense, saying that... it was the wronged ghost who was seeking revenge. So I wonder if this is true?"

Upon hearing this, Major General Masano slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Nonsense! What kind of wronged ghost is seeking death? How can you be scared by such nonsense?"

The Japanese officer shuddered with fear and quickly lowered his head: "Hey! Master Zhengye is right."

Major General Masano took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Immediately order the troops to strengthen their vigilance and prevent the enemy from launching another sneak attack. At the same time, pass down the order that anyone who speaks nonsense like this again will be punished by military law!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese officer responded and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, an inexplicable chill surged in Major General Masano's heart. He looked at the darkness outside the tent and muttered to himself, "Could it be that there really is some wronged spirit?"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Major General Masano immediately shook his head, trying to drive it out of his mind. He was a senior officer of the empire, how could he believe in such superstitious sayings!

However, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.

He even seemed to feel that there was an invisible force watching 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 always lingered, like a maggot attached to his bones, making him unable to sleep or eat.

"No, I can't let myself be swayed by this emotion."

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

So he sat back at his desk, began to study the map, and made the next battle plan.

He felt that if he entered a state of selflessness, he would definitely not have to think about the wronged spirits seeking revenge.

However, he may have overestimated his own will. There seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept echoing: "The wronged soul is seeking my life,... The wronged soul is seeking my life,..."

"Bagaya road!"

Major General Masano cursed in his heart, but at this time, it was not just him who was troubled by this curse, but it was spreading throughout the entire camp.

At first, only a few devils were whispering in private, talking about the rumors about wronged ghosts seeking revenge.

But as time went on, these remarks spread quickly throughout the camp like wildfire.

The Japanese soldiers began to gather in groups of three or five, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety. They talked in low voices and looked around from time to time, as if wronged souls would jump out of the darkness at any time and claim their lives.

The patrolling Japanese soldiers also became extremely cautious. They held their rifles tightly in their hands and walked lightly, for fear of disturbing the invisible souls.

Whenever the wind blew and the leaves rustled, they would look around nervously, fearing that it was the wronged spirits causing trouble.

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

The Japs began to suffer from insomnia. They dared not close their eyes and stared at the top of the tent, their eyes as loud as copper bells.

They seemed to always hear the whispers and wails of the wronged souls. Their nerves were stretched to the limit, and any slight movement would make them tremble with fear.

Some soldiers even began to secretly pray to Amaterasu, hoping that the deity could protect them from the harassment of wronged souls.

They knelt devoutly, chanting something, but the fear in their hearts did not diminish in the slightest! .

(End of this chapter)