Yang Luo threw the body aside. Until now, he couldn't believe that these old Japanese were actually in this closed world, like a group of ghosts forgotten by history, living mechanically and waiting alone with the little bit of hopeless belief in his heart. This wait took decades. If this time it was not based on his youth, melee combat, and unexpectedly, Yang Luo could hardly imagine that if he fought a positional battle, would he be able to solve these old Japanese so easily?

Yang Luo stood there for a long time, and didn't know when he came to his senses. He took off his clothes, slowly collected the bones scattered all over the ground, wrapped them in clothes, and just as he was about to get up, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be words on the cement floor under his feet. He hurriedly wiped out the dust with his hands, which were written in blood. Although the color had faded after decades of erosion, he could still see clearly: he could only explain that he would die for the country on the battlefield, so why should he be wrapped in a horse and a corpse?

Yang Luo's eyes were a little wet, and he stood up and respectfully saluted: "Senior, although I don't know your name, I will definitely take you home."

Yang Luo picked up the steam lamp that the old Japanese had thrown on the ground, carefully held the clothes wrapped in the bones in his arms, came to the big iron gate, and gently put the bones aside: "Senior, stay here with peace of mind first. I'll pick up my brother, and we'll go home when the gold is transported away." After that, he walked out quickly. When he walked to the places where the bones were piled up, he moved the bones aside and then walked forward. When he walked out of the mine, it was more than two hours later, and the temperature was so hot that it was so hot that it was breathless.

Yang Luo looked up at the sky. It was covered with dark clouds and the air pressure was very low. The rolling dark clouds seemed to be above his head. Lightning like silver snakes leaped around the clouds, and the thunder was faintly sounded.

"Damn it!" Yang Luo cursed, "It seems that this rain is so light, I have to pick them up as soon as possible!" After that, he turned around and returned to the mine, and then searched through the mountains of military supplies. Finally, he found more than a dozen gas masks and protective suits behind a pile of ammunition boxes. Then he found a rusty wire rope to trap the protective suit and gas mask together and carry it on his shoulders, then picked up the steam light and ran out.

"Boom!"

A lightning bolt teared the clouds, followed by a muffled thunder sounded, like a war drum of a god. The branches swayed, and then the raindrops as big as beans fell down.

Yang Fengyun and the others stood there, looking at the fog that was constantly rolling in front of them under the pressure of air, and then looked at the sky, and in just a moment they penetrated their clothes.

Zhang Long just wiped the rain from his face and cursed: "Damn, I don't know how the boss is doing."

The Blood Angel said calmly: "What will happen to him? You should worry whether the old Japanese devils who are still alive will be killed by him."

Suddenly, a lightning bolt as thick as a bowl jumped out of the clouds and drilled into the poisonous fog. Then a loud bang came from the depths of the thick fog. The sound was dull, but it was very penetrating. Everyone felt that their internal organs were shaken by the muffled sound.

Everyone's faces changed drastically. They looked over at them. A fire light soared into the sky. The thick mist was like boiling boiling water, churning and rolling, and a blood gushed from the depths. Everyone saw it flying in a fan shape, and the sound of it falling on the leaves and the ground was so clear and audible. And there was a rotten and strong smell of fishyness that hit the internal organs, making people dizzy.

"Go away!" Yang Fengyun roared, turned around and ran away. Everyone followed him closely and ran back frantically. The unknown thing was the most terrifying, and no one knew what the red light was, so everyone tried their best to use all their strength to stay away from the red light.

Humph, Stru's two short legs were tightly twitching, and he looked back while running. He was crying, so why was his life so miserable? The whole village was dead, and he survived fortunately, but as soon as he got out of the wolf's mouth, he immediately entered the tiger's den. He thought it would be enough to bring people here, and then he took the money to live a happy life. Now it seems that it would be thankful that this life can be saved. But now he only has one idea. If he doesn't die this time, he doesn't want the money, just let him go. Being with these outlaws, he is always worried, which is so scary.

After a few dozen seconds, the blood disappeared and everything was invisible. Yang Fengyun and the others stopped running and turned around to look with lingering fear on their faces.

Huang Xinxin's throat rolled, she swallowed and said, "Damn, what is this? There is no ghost."

Hearing his words, Ge Rongxin, Zhou Ming and Tieqiao were still big, Liu Yifeng and Zhao Jiaming couldn't help but shivered. Yang Fengyun raised his hand and knocked Huang Xinxin's head.

"There are no ghosts in this world!" That's it, but no one knows what it is, and everyone looks at each other.

Nangong Feng said: "You guys are waiting here, I'll go back and take a look."

"No!" said the Blood Angel, "No one is allowed to go here." As soon as she finished speaking, a muffled sound came from the depths of the thick fog, and the blood light once again soared into the sky, one wave higher than another, sweeping quickly. The rotten fishy smell floated again, but now the distance is very far, and the discomfort is much lessened.

Yang Luo was wearing a protective suit, carrying a steam lamp and walking through the thick poisonous fog. The two muffled and red lights did not make him feel strange. He knew very well that the poisonous gas bomb that the old Japanese still had not exploded here was detonated by lightning. As for the red light, it was probably the violent gust of poisonous gas, corpse poison and miasma collided together, causing the chemical reaction. Whether the guess was correct, he did not have the curiosity to confirm it. He just muttered something in his mouth, such as Guanyin, Tathagata Buddha, Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie, and Sun Wukong, hoping that he would not be so unlucky. When the poisonous gas bomb exploded around him, he would really go to see the King of Hell.

Yang Fengyun and the others stood there talking, and suddenly Huang Xinxin pointed ahead and said in a trembling voice: "You... you see, there are really ghosts."

Everyone looked up and saw a little light floating in the thick fog, just like the legendary ghost fire, and it floated very fast.

This time it was not just Huang Xinxin, but Yang Fengyun and his other people's scalp were a little numb. But after all, they crawled out of the dead. Although this happened strangely, they did not believe that there were really ghosts in this world. There were countless people who died at their hands. If there were really ghosts, they would have asked them for revenge.

Soon, a figure walked out of the thick fog with a car light. Because the distance was a bit far and the rain was so heavy, it was impossible to see who it was.

With a loud bang, everyone raised their guns. As the figure got closer and closer, the blood angel said calmly: "It's Yang Luo!" After that, he put away the five ten-sided knives that were squeezing in his hand, and the others also put the guns down.

Yang Fengyun blinked: "How did you recognize him?"

The Blood Angel curled his lips and said, "I know him all the time!"

"Hey!" Zhang Longgang laughed, "Look at the boss walking, he is swaying, who else is besides him?"

At this time, Yang Luo came over and threw the protective suit and gas mask on the ground: "Put it!"

Yang Fengyun untied the wire rope that tied the protective suits and distributed them, but there were still three people missing: "It's not enough!"

Yang Luo said: "If you have protective clothing, go there first, and then I will send the protective clothing and gas masks over."

Hum Stru's hesitation and hesitation, and finally gritted his teeth and walked to Yang Luo with the courage to say: "Can...can't let me go, I don't want the money!"

"Hmm?" Yang Luo was wearing a gas mask, but Hum Stru can still see through the lenses on the mask, and the cold light emitted from Yang Luo's eyes.

"I, I..." Hum Stru's fear took two steps back, and I didn't say a word for a long time.

Yang Luo looked at Hun Strue, who was trembling with fear, and laughed hey. Now that gold has been found, Hun Strue has no use value. Even if this guy doesn't leave, he has to let him leave. If Hun Strue knows the secrets of the gold, if he tells it out, let the Philippine government find out and exposes their identity, although it is not afraid, it is also a big trouble. If you want to kill this guy, this guy is very obedient and does not reveal discrimination against the Chinese. Yang Luo thinks he is not cruel and ruthless, he raises guns to civilians and kills innocent people, so he can only let him leave.

"Since you don't want money, then leave!"

Hum Stru's eyes suddenly widened, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and asked tremblingly: "What did you... say?"

Yang Fengyun snorted coldly: "Let you get out!"

Hum Struk was quite clear this time, and looked at Yang Luo and asked, "Really...really?"

Yang Luo nodded: "Really, let's go!"

Hum Stru's still a little disbelief, and slowly retreated until he retreated more than ten meters away, then he went into the jungle and ran away.

Yang Luo clapped his hands; "Okay, now there is another set of protective clothing, who will wear it?"

Yang Fengyun said: "Long Gang and I stay, let's go first!"

The others quickly put on protective suits and gas masks, and Yang Luoyou took the people away.

Yang Fengyun and Zhang Longgang were standing in the heavy rain waiting. After about an hour, Yang Luo came back. Yang Fengyun and Zhang Longgang went up to him, took the protective suit and gas mask from Yang Luo and put it on.

Zhang Longgang asked, "Boss, what's going on there?"

Yang Luo said as he walked, "There are eleven old devils in total, and they are all sent by me to see their Emperor Hirohito."

The four people walked into the thick fog, Yang Fengyun and Zhang Longgang were deep and shallow, looking around constantly, not knowing what they were looking at.

Yang Luo said: "What are you two looking at? It's so dark and it's raining so heavily, what can you tell?"

Yang Fengyun said: "Boss, you saw it just now, what is that red light? It's so scary."

Yang Luo said: "The old Japanese still put a batch of poison gas bombs inside. Those who did not explode were hit by lightning. It may be that the poison gas, corpse poison and miasma mixed, causing chemical reactions to occur. The situation just now happened."

Yang Fengyun and the other two suddenly realized, and Zhang Longgang said, "If you don't know the situation, you will be scared to death."

Thunder and lightning, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the whole world became gray. It was only after three o'clock in the morning that everyone came to the mine.

"Damn it, so much arms and so well maintained, it's enough to fight the position for half a month." Yang Fengyun opened an ammunition box and screamed at the grenade inside.

Yang Luo waved his hand and said, "Let's go, the place where the gold is buried is blocked by cement, and see how much it can explode."

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Chapter completed!