Damn! I'm surrounded by beautiful women's ghost stories

There was fear on the soldier's face. His eyes suddenly swelled up and began to bleed. Finally, they burst like a popped bubble.

Next came the body, like a ripe fruit, the ripe flesh turned into red mist and came out of the holes of the ears, nose, mouth, eyes, etc.

The body fell limp to the ground.

"Fakko!" The squad leader ignored his grief and instinctively pulled out his M1911 pistol, firing bursts at the white figure.

The opponent is obviously not on the physical side, so this kind of attack is useless except for wasting bullets.

It can’t be said that it is completely ineffective, at least... She covered her face and came to the captain.

"Oi (Hello)" The cold voice sounds like the ringing of a bell, and even the heartbeat rhythm is affected.

The woman's hands slowly slid down, trying to reveal her face.

"Ah!" The team leader closed his eyes and rolled over to avoid the attack. After tentatively opening his eyes, he did not see the white figure.

Looks like I escaped!

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain! What's wrong with you?" The closest team member was shaking the captain's shoulders frantically.

From the burning pain on his face, the team leader roughly guessed how the other party woke him up.

He glanced at the far right side and saw that one of the team members had indeed collapsed and rotted.

Looking ahead, the butcher dragging his knife forward was walking under a rain of bullets. The bullets had bitten holes all over his thick flesh, but not a drop of blood was seen flowing out.

The squad leader raised his gun and fired a few shots. The feeling of shooting with the pistol was like cheering, and the impact was like a close friend high-fiving him.

"It's useless!" The team leader gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!"

His words were a signal.

The soldiers quickly lowered their heads and watched the squad leader carry a Gustav recoilless rifle on his shoulder.

Fire broke out after simply locking onto and aiming at the enemy, and a beam of hot fire connected the muzzle of the weapon on the squad leader's shoulder and the butcher with a knife in the distance.

84 x 246 mm guns!

The figure of the butcher with a knife was swallowed up, and the raging flames from the explosion shot up into the sky. After touching the body of the butcher with a knife, the scorching flames seemed to have obtained infinite fuel, and the explosion doubled in size after two breaths!

The impact of the explosion knocked down the soldiers of the squad. The soldier on the far right, who had already "rotted" and fallen to the ground, was instantly squeezed and burst like a pimple with white spots on his face, leaving only his combat uniform covered with disgusting mucus.

The soldiers leaned forward and looked ahead.

Some people have begun to make the sign of the cross on their chests.

Perhaps, they who make the sign of the cross now are more pious than ever before.

"After I retire from the army, I might choose to be a pastor." The captain looked at the butcher's body, which had turned into a pile of charred black, and smiled: "That guy looks like Leatherface, right? The one in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

"Haha" the others laughed along, but it was a little forced.

"Our mission is not over yet, damn it." The captain grabbed the communicator again, his voice still not back to normal: "If I can find who is doing this back there, I will definitely stuff my leather shoes into his old lady-like mouth."

"You are quite gentle."

"I mean the following!"

"Hahaha!" Now he burst into laughter, bursting into laughter? Maybe he was venting his emotions, or simply trying to suppress his inner fear.

Keep going.

There was still a wasteland ahead. In fact, all the team members were praying in their hearts that it would continue to be desolate like this and that they would not encounter anything difficult to deal with.

The bullets, which had always been effective, had little effect at this moment, and the fire coverage also failed to achieve the desired effect.

Finally, a shrine appeared in the distance.

The dark red Torii gate looks like a door frame without a door standing on a mountain of corpses.

"I hate shrines!" I don't know who said it, but it was obvious that he got unanimous approval.

They quickly arrived near the torii gate, and the team leader stood in front of the torii gate. Whether to walk directly through the torii gate to enter the shrine, or to bypass the logs of the torii gate and enter the shrine, obviously became a difficult problem that required his life to answer.

No prize for guessing right, death for guessing wrong.

The team leader took the lead...pulled out his gun, stood in front of the torii and fired at the shrine behind.

The bricks of the shrine leapt in response.

Windows, door panels... everything touched by bullets is the same as in a normal shrine.

Other soldiers followed suit, and the destruction was doubled.

There is no such thing as "waste". The secret that ensures they have become the strongest army in the world today is their abundant wealth.

The world's most advanced weapons, even during training they are armed with live ammunition.

When other countries were racking their brains to train to improve the combat quality of individual soldiers, they chose firepower coverage.

Just like ordinary people can't even imagine that in their training, it is reasonable to shoot at the target with a rifle for one minute, and then take out a rocket launcher and bomb the target directly.

"It's better to just blow it up." Their mission has been temporarily changed to getting back alive. With their previous experience, they are very sure that every time they see a Japanese-style building in the wilderness, it is bound to be bad news.

The recoilless gun showed its power again. No strange things jumped out of the shrine that was destroyed by one shot, such as a person with a bird's head, a woman in a kimono, a woman holding an umbrella, or a woman covered in wet bones.

Cultural differences, the arrogance of rednecks, etc., make them too lazy to study even if they are in a foreign place.

Thermal weapons can bring an absolute sense of security, it always has in the past and it must be so now.

"Go!"

The team leader stopped at the torii entrance. No matter what danger was inside, it was time to tell them that Big Daddy was here.

He stamped his feet, urging the soldiers to pass through the torii gate, while looking back in the distance in the direction they came from. The original platform was no longer visible, but the scene of the three tactical assault teams leaving the platform to command the camp was still vivid in his mind.

At that time, they had just started to act when they encountered a monster.

The appearance of a monkey, the body of a raccoon, the limbs of a tiger, and the tail of a snake.

The firepower was immediately directed at the monster. Although the opponent had many animal characteristics and was not like a normal creature, it would still be injured. However, injuring the opponent did not mean victory. The monster pounced over, and the ground was shaking as it ran.

When it rushes in front of you, the ape's head will make a huge breathing sound like thunder, rapid and angry.

He killed two soldiers with a wave of his hand, and killed another one with a flick of his tail.

The three teams were completely trapped as the enemy rushed in front of them, with flames spewing from their guns from beginning to end.

The two sides seemed to be locked in a war of attrition.

Shoot, shoot.

Capture and kill.

When the team leader woke up, there were not many people standing, and the monster finally fell down after being beaten into a hornet's nest.

There is only purgatory here!

The breakthrough into the torii gate was extremely smooth, and the soldiers stood in front of the paralyzed and abandoned ruins of the shrine.

"Team One... Zizi" There was a signal from the communicator again.

"Hear...Answer!"

"We just dealt with... a few monsters." The team leader reported the situation in a concise manner, because he could hear that the person on the other end of the communicator was not his superior, but the partner who went to Flower Street with him last time.

"Falco, are you working so hard just to humiliate me?"

"I would rather humiliate you amid the screams of those Japanese women." The squad leader's words caused laughter from the other soldiers present.

"I will definitely have a good fight with you! Don't even think about running away! Okay, I have good news for you." The communicator continued to speak. The signal started to get worse again, but fortunately it was still audible: "In the direction you are heading, there should be something nearby. Just remember to move forward."

The team leader understood what the other party meant.

"Forward" does not mean "in front" and does not refer to a specific direction. When entering this singularity, they had read some general information and manuals in advance, including "idealism". As long as you think you are moving forward, then you are moving forward.

Maybe there is more kindness here for people who have no sense of direction.

“We keep running into those things,” the squad leader said.

"This time is different, it's... OK! Do you understand me?" The voice on the other end of the communicator lowered its voice, bringing a friendly reminder: "Whoever gets it first, it belongs to him!"

The team leader restrained the smile on his face. The information was a little beyond his imagination.

"I'll remember your good news, buddy."

"Of course you have to remember it," the voice on the other end of the communicator raised, "and then go and praise the great Lord Hachibahaba-shaku, wait for Kisaragi Station, or take a bath on a cold day to get rid of the chill, お帰りなさい"

The noise became chaotic again, and a woman's voice appeared.

The team leader immediately disconnected the call. He felt that if he continued listening, his mind might be polluted.

Changed the magazine.

"We have to pick up something!" The team leader said, "Anyway, just keep going forward. Does anyone see if there is a back door here?"

The team members had no objection, going back was impossible.

The team leader also did not plan to go outside the shrine walls. He had read a little more knowledge than his teammates, such as "barrier", and there must be a barrier around the shrine.

Not crossing the barrier without permission may be the key to staying alive.

Walking past the ruins of the shrine, the walls that were shattered by artillery fire were now underfoot. When I stepped on them, the walls of the building that had been there for who knows how many years fell loosely to the ground like sand.

A breeze blew, raising dust.

Fortunately, that's all.

The team leader held his breath, gestured, and led the team forward. They successfully passed through the shrine and left through the "back door" without encountering any danger.

very smooth!

"There's a body!" A corpse in a black suit looked very out of place in the wilderness.

Middle-aged man with mohawk hairstyle.

A soldier came forward to check, pushed the body, then undressed it, revealing a huge Prajna tattoo on its back.

"Jida?"

"It looks like we're not the only ones who have entered here!"

"This singularity is very large. There may be more than one entrance."

"keep going!"