"Cough...fever...purple spots..."

Wang Yu murmured, suddenly as if he had remembered something, and instantly he felt like falling into an ice cave, and he was sweating in a cold sweat!

Just now, he touched the old woman's forehead and it was hot like a stove. Moreover, on the neck of the village chief Shilipu just now, there was a purple spot the size of a palm. Combined with the villagers' constant coughing, he made a very bad judgment!

As if he noticed something was wrong with Wang Yu, Zhang Dabiao glanced at him and asked, "Wang Yu, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wang Yu running into the house like crazy. He ignored the strange gaze of the middle-aged man and the woman, and pulled away the clothes on the neck of the old woman's body.

In an instant, Wang Yu's scalp became numb and he took a breath of air conditioning.

Through the glimmer of light from the window, he saw several irregular black spots of different sizes and irregularities on the old woman's neck, just like birthmarks, which were clearly visible!

In an instant, sweat oozed out of Wang Yu's head!

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked out of the door.

"Notify everyone to gather!"

Zhang Dabiao didn't understand why, and asked while following Wang Yu's footsteps:

"Everyone gathered? Where is the guard post? What if the Japanese come?"

Seeing Wang Yu's face turned pale and cold sweat flowing on his forehead, Zhang Dabiao's heart fell to the bottom.

He had never seen Wang Yu have such an expression!

"Wang Yu, don't scare me, what's wrong?"

Wang Yu stopped, took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Dabiao solemnly, and said:

"The devils won't come, we... have fallen into the trap..."

Zhang Dabiao was stunned and had no idea what Wang Yu meant.

Why did the Japanese not come, but we fell into the trap again?

"Battery Commander, gather everyone!"

Wang Yu lowered his head, his expression becoming more depressed than ever before.

Zhang Dabiao had never seen Wang Yu so depressed. Even when facing hundreds of Japanese devils, this guy has always been full of fighting spirit and is fearless of death.

Now, it is like an eggplant beaten by frost, unable to recover and wilted.

Zhang Dabiao finally realized the seriousness of the problem, nodded, and turned around and went to gather the team.

Wang Yu returned to the house where Wei Dayong was, looked at the sleeping monk Wei, and then looked at the village chief who had not left. After thinking about it, he asked:

"Uncle, what did the Japanese do after they arrested you?"

The old man squatted on the ground, roasted the fire beside the stove, coughing and saying:

"Ahem... the Japanese arrested everyone in the village and locked them up in a few larger houses. They didn't do anything, otherwise our village would not have appeared in front of you intact."

"This level lasts a day and a night, and I didn't even give us saliva, and then you came!"

Wang Yu frowned.

Is his guess wrong?

However, many villagers have symptoms of coughing, and in severe cases, they have died. This is very similar to some highly contagious infectious disease!

Although Wang Yu really hoped that his guess was wrong, the villagers' symptoms would never be groundless!

But the village chief has already said that the Japanese did not do anything to them, which is a bit confusing.

"The Japanese arrested the villagers and detained them together, and did nothing to the villagers, but the villagers collectively developed symptoms of infection. Could it be..."

In an instant, Wang Yu thought of several houses where the villagers were imprisoned, and guessed that the Japanese must have arranged viruses in the private houses, and then drove the villagers in, thus getting infected!

Thinking of this, Wang Yu suddenly reincarnated, opened the door, and walked quickly to the houses where the villagers had been detained.

"Wang Yu, all the personnel have gathered. What are we going to do next?"

At this time, Zhang Dabiao came over with Wang Chengzhu and the soldiers from that squad.

Wang Yu glanced at them with a serious expression, then tore off a piece of cloth strip from his sleeve, tied it to his face, covered his mouth and nose, and then said to Zhang Dabiao and the others:

"Everyone, like me, covers his mouth and nose as much as possible with a strip of cloth."

Seeing this, Zhang Dabiao was not vague. While tearing off the cloth strip, he asked Wang Yu:

"What? There is a poisonous gas bomb?"

As a veteran, Zhang Dabiao naturally knew the power of the Japanese poisonous gas bomb, because during small-scale battles, the Japanese occasionally used poisonous gas bombs.

However, due to the small scale of the battle, most of the Eighth Route Army adopted guerrilla warfare, and the Japanese's poisonous gas bombs rarely played a role.

But what shocked Zhang Dabiao was the poisonous gas bomb used by the Japanese in the Battle of Xuzhou.

During the Battle of Xuzhou, the Japanese used a large number of mustard-seed poisonous gas bombs, causing great damage to our own soldiers who had no protection.

It is said that soldiers who inhaled poison gas would vomit and cough up blood for a short time, and those with severe cases would die immediately.

Even if you have not inhaled poison gas, as long as you have contact with it, your skin will become ulcerated, infected, and then die of a life-threatening death in a few days!

Therefore, the Eighth Route Army has no secrets about the Japanese poisonous gas bombs and never dares to underestimate them.

So, when Zhang Dabiao saw Wang Yu covering his mouth and nose with a cloth strip, he immediately thought of the Japanese poisonous gas bomb.

But Wang Yu shook his head and said in a low voice:

"I'm afraid it's even more terrifying than that!"

After saying that, Wang Yu quickly walked towards the houses where the villagers had been detained.

He carefully checked outside the house in advance, but found nothing, and then walked into the house.

It is called a private house, but it is actually several extremely spacious tobacco-cured rooms.

In northwest Shanxi, almost every larger village has this kind of tobacco cured tobacco leaves, which is used by villagers to roast tobacco leaves.

The tobacco-cured house is taller than ordinary houses, most of which are built with mud. Moreover, there is only one door and no windows in the whole house. There are only a few small exhaust holes in a place more than two meters high.

This made it difficult for the villagers to escape through doors and windows after the Japanese detained the villagers here, and even the cry for help was unable to be heard due to the scarcity of doors and windows.

In the center of the tobacco cured room, there is a mini earth kang, which is used to burn fire and heat the tobacco cured room, thereby baking tobacco leaves.

On the top of the house, there are wooden rafters covered with horizontal lines, which is used to build tobacco leaves to be roasted.

Because the villagers were imprisoned and the one day and night were all in the pass, the tobacco-cured house was in a mess and everything was messy.

At this moment, Wang Yu, Zhang Dabiao and others carefully checked every inch of the house.

Ten minutes later, everyone got nothing.

Zhang Dabiao pulled off the cloth strip from his mouth and nose and said to Wang Yu:

"Wang Yu, after searching for a long time, we found nothing!"

"Tell me, what are you worried about? What is more powerful than a poisonous gas bomb?"

Wang Yu, who had nothing to find, also relieved his frown for a while, and pulled down the strip of cloth on his mouth and nose, saying:
Chapter completed!