"Pat your head, don't be scared, your parents are waiting for you to come home for dinner."
The fog was so thick and frightening that they all remained extremely alert, holding their guns.
For any attacking side, such foggy days are the best days for attack.
Suddenly, Fanla beside him stared blankly at the fog outside, and suddenly shouted "poison gas!" as if it was their first time on the Nantianmen. As soon as he finished shouting, Shuoyu rushed out and dragged the two guys closest to the door back with his hands. The other guys behind him put on gas masks to help him, and more of them were facing the Japanese army behind him who were charging at them in the fog.
He Shuguang was now spitting fire at the other end.
He heard the cry behind the dead, and the sound was so heartbreaking.
The difference from the last time at Nantianmen was that the poison gas that time was just tear gas, but this time the poison gas was corrosive. The burning chemical gas flowed in the air, attached to every object it touched, and then began to destroy it.
It was not known whether it was their cries or those of the devils that had never ceased since the beginning of the war. Perhaps Takeuchi had become ruthless and was determined to exterminate this group of indigestible bugs. As a result, Sakuyu and his men were now facing an overwhelming Japanese army that seemed impossible to kill. The yellow enemies were created by the obscure fog. They attacked briefly and then died, still charging at them with hideous screams.
Shuo Yu didn't know how many heads he had cut off. When faced with such poisonous gas and heavy fog, people had completely lost all their sanity, and chaos dominated everything.
Even He Shuguang's fuel was running out due to such consumption. Zhang Lixian only had one bullet left and shouted to the guy next to him to help reload.
Instead of the reinforcements they longed for, they received their crazy enemies.
Everything today was just like a replay of what happened to them that day at the Nantianmen Gate. Fortunately, they had already blown up their retreat route. That damn scholar Renzan Takeuchi couldn't replicate this. Everything else was exactly the same.
The same madness, the same taking advantage, the same recklessness.
Shuo Yu couldn't even tell who was standing in front of him. Everyone was wearing similar masks and clothes. He could only judge whether they were his own people by their voices.
Corpses, so many corpses, the Japanese's, theirs, all covered this small piece of land, densely packed. Perhaps there were more in the fog not far away. He stopped here and looked into the fog.
Like a receding tide, the enemy retreated briefly.
The sound of Milong's machine gun was still rattling behind him. Zhang Lixian had just fired his last shell. He Shuguang reloaded the fuel and started to be his "He Shaoguang", burning the Japanese soldiers' butts.
The fire briefly hindered the Japanese attack and the spread of poison gas.
Shuo Yu only felt that his vision was blurry, and it seemed like someone was calling his name in the fog. He watched himself chop off the head of a person who looked exactly like him with a long sword. He wanted to see more clearly who that person was and why he looked so similar to him?
But in the blink of an eye, he found that every corpse here, every fallen and swirling Ba Jinban had the same face - his own face.
Countless of himself were looking at him, saying nothing, just looking at him.
He killed countless of himself, and also had countless of himself swallowed up in the fog.
Shuo Yu suddenly felt a little dizzy in such silent surroundings, and he couldn't breathe. He had a crazy urge to tear off everything on his face, and then breathe deeply, deeply!
But before he could do this crazy thing, he was hit hard on the head. The sharp pain made him sober up temporarily. He felt a hand dragging him back.
Where was he going back to? Where was he going to take me back to? Was there any place he could go back to?
But just like a drowning person clinging to a life-saving straw, he struggled to stretch his hands backwards, wanting to see who was pulling him. He felt around, shouted, and asked the other person where he was being taken.
He didn't know what the other person said, anyway he didn't hear anything. He only knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see whose hand it was. He didn't know when he fell down, where he was going, he knew nothing.
Until a very ugly black face appeared before his eyes. He could not see whose face it was. Everything in front of him was blurry, as if everything around him was mosaiced. The person in front of him made a strange cry, and he would never forget that strange cry.
"Heaven and earth, please grant me the order! You haven't finished your work yet, why are you leaving? Come back, come back! Heaven and earth, please grant me the order! Taishang Laojun, please grant me the order!"
"Holy Spirits of Heaven and Earth, Tai Chi Yin and Yang, the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, please, Taishang Laojun, please show yourself! Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Tathagata Buddha, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, Erlang the Sage, the Great Lord of the Pure Source, the mighty and glorious General of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, the Supreme Taiyi Golden Immortal of the Primordial Qi...! Come back, come back soon!"
His ears were listening to the most unpleasant tune he had ever heard, but his soul had already drifted to another place, higher and higher, as if it was about to float away slowly on the breeze, farther and farther away from his commander, his brothers, and his friends.
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