Check in from the bright sword

"You are not a spy at all."

"The squadron leader is trying to cover up the truth."

"I think we should get out of here right now."

"Matsui-kun really saw something unclean."

The whispers gradually became louder, and Hikoji Fujiwara became angry.

"Shut up!" Hikoji Fujiwara snapped, "Shut up, everyone!"

The whispering of the soldiers stopped abruptly, but the panic was not suppressed, and it still spread rapidly among the soldiers of the 2nd Cavalry Squadron.

Although Fujiwara Hikoji was angry, there was nothing he could do.

He can control the behavior of soldiers, but not their thoughts.

Especially Japan is a Buddhist country, and soldiers believe in ghosts and gods.

Even if it is Hikoji Fujiwara, why doesn't he suspect that there are ghosts in the village?

Fortunately, even if there are ghosts, there is nothing to worry about, because the military camp is the place with the most yang energy, and any ghosts who dare to break into this place will be scattered.

Didn't it mean that ghosts are also afraid of evil people?

……

At this time, in the Tang family compound.

Sun Desheng and the others have rushed over to join Wang Yan.

Wang Yan lit up a running fire, which emitted a circle of faint flames, making it barely possible to see things in the room.

Sun Desheng, Wei Dayong, Wang Xikui, and Wang Gensheng all stared at the shadow behind Wang Yan. Seriously, this disheveled shadow is too scary. Is this really human?

Wang Yan said: "Don't look at Miss Tang like this."

Sun Desheng and the others looked away, pretending not to look at them anymore.

But Wang Yan could feel that these four guys were still looking at Tang Ying vigilantly from the corner of their eyes, and Wang Gensheng even secretly opened the safety of the rifle.

Wang Yan said angrily: "Gen Sheng, turn off the insurance!"

Wang Gensheng let out a cry, and could only turn off the safety of the rifle.

But after turning off the safety, Wang Gensheng pulled out the bayonet and stuck it into the slot of the rifle, and pointed the tip of the knife in Tang Ying's direction unabashedly.

Wang Yan can only let him.

"First of all, I have to thank Ms. Tang Ying." Wang Yan glanced back at Tang Ying, and said, "If it weren't for Ms. Tang Ying's help just now, my plan might not be so easy to implement."

After a pause, Wang Yan said again: "My plan is very simple. I pretend to be a ghost to frighten the devils, and wait for the opportunity to create chaos while hitting the devils' morale, and assassinate the devils!"

"Pretending to be a ghost?" Sun Desheng said in astonishment, "Is this possible?"

"It can be done." Wang Yan said, "Devils also believe in ghosts and gods."

"When I brought two devils into the village just now, and wanted to create a scene where the ghosts were killing their lives, Miss Tang Ying suddenly appeared and killed one devil. As a result, I scared the other devil enough. If there is no accident, the devil will The barracks must have begun to spread the existence of ghosts."

"The only thing we have to do now is to add fuel to the flames."

"We must make the devils really believe that there are ghosts looking for their lives."

"Now let me assign specific tasks, Miss Tang Ying?"

Speaking of this, Wang Yan's eyes fell on Tang Ying, and he said: "What you have to do is to keep walking between the grain drying field at the entrance of the village and the Tang family's compound, laughing miserably from time to time, laughing The sound should be as miserable and scary as possible."

"Scary?" The girl covered with long hair finally said, "But, I don't know how to do it?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter." Wang Yan said, "On such a night, with such thick mountain mist, and the devils preconceived that there are ghosts in the village, so no matter what kind of laughter you make, the effect will be the same creepy."

Tang Ying let out a soft sigh, and said no more.

At this time, Wang Gensheng and the others finally relaxed a little.

At least judging from the voice, this woman doesn't look like a ghost.

Wang Yan's eyes fell on Sun Desheng, Wei Dayong and Wang Gensheng again, and he said, "The three of you are lying in ambush near the grain drying field at the entrance of the village. If I am not mistaken, after hearing Miss Tang's laughter, I will definitely send someone over." Check it out, pretend to be ghosts and kill them, be careful not to use guns, it's better to use nails! Just scratch!"

"Nails?" Wang Gensheng looked at the manicured nails just now, wondering why, "No nails."

"Then use a bayonet." Wang Yan said, "Remember to draw as many knives on the devil as possible."

"Captain, what about you?" Wang Xikui asked with concern.

"Me?" Wang Yan chuckled, and continued, "I'm going to sneak in among the devils when they're in a turmoil, and wait for an opportunity to kill people and create even greater chaos."

……

For the devils of the No. 2 Cavalry Squadron, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

As soon as Hikoji Fujiwara returned to his tent and sat down, there was a sudden noise outside, and he hurried to the northwest corner of the barracks with his saber and Nanfang [-]-style pistol.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Hikoji Fujiwara asked sharply.

"Squadron leader, the female ghost has come out!" A second-class soldier said in fear, "The female ghost ran out of the village and ran to the grain drying field at the entrance of the village..."

Before the second class soldier could finish speaking, Hikoji Fujiwara slapped him and knocked him to the ground.

"Baga, don't talk nonsense!" Hikoji Fujiwara said angrily, "Where did the female ghost come from?"

"Ho ho ho ho..." Just as the voice fell, a burst of miserable laughter suddenly came from the front.

The dozen or so devils present turned around quickly, and Hikoji Fujiwara subconsciously took out his pistol.

"Ho ho ho ho..." Across the dense fog, laughter kept coming from the front, but the direction was erratic, sometimes it was at the grain drying field at the entrance of the village, and sometimes it was inside the village.

A layer of white sweat broke out on Hikoji Fujiwara's back again.

Is it really a ghost?Otherwise, how could a woman appear here on such a night?

You must know that this village has just been slaughtered by them, and there is not even a living person left!

"Ho ho ho ho..." Without any warning, the laughter suddenly changed to crying, "Hey..."

And she was crying very miserably, with a faint voice of accusation mixed in, but she was speaking in Chinese.

Hikoji Fujiwara wiped the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead with white gloves, and asked Naruto Saijo beside him, "Saijo-kun, what is she talking about?"