Nightmare Attack

"If you fail, who will go then?" Pi Ruan asked with a strange look, as if he was afraid of his turn, or as if he was confirming the next unlucky person. Read

Luo He is not counted, now the only people left are Jiang Cheng, Pi Ruan, Fatty, and Lin Wan'er. It is obvious that Jiang Cheng has the best chance of going.

"Doctor." The fat man shouted the most familiar title in excitement. He walked out and winked at Jiang Cheng, "I have something to tell you."

When he came to a remote place outside the corridor, the fat man first looked in the direction he came from. He didn't find anyone following him, so he quickly said: "Doctor, I suspect Pi Ruan has a problem. He killed Chen Qiang. Brother Huai Yi also said so."

"And did you see the posture just now? Luo He might be setting a trap for you. I even suspect that Pi Ruan was bribed by them, thinking of killing us all, and then they will develop gold mines together." The fat man said seriously, "Sake makes people famous, and gold moves the heart of Taoism. Doctor, you must not fall for them."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng nodded and comforted him, "I understand what you said. Don't worry, I won't die that easily."

Since Jiang Cheng said so, the fat man was a little relieved. The final result was the same as expected before. Jiang Cheng was the most suitable candidate.

Lying flat beside Fu Fu, Jiang Cheng slowly closed his eyes.

Fatty Huai Yi gathered behind Lin Wan'er, staring at Luo He with a vigilant look, and Pi Ruan, who looked obviously unnatural.

Pi Ruan was excluded and driven away from Lin Wan'er and the others.

Jiang Cheng was awakened by a strange, rhythmic sound. He opened his eyes in confusion and took more than ten seconds to confirm his position.

He was on a train, surrounded by people, men, women, young and old, in ragged clothes, like refugees.

The May train.

He was back again.

But the feeling this time was different from before. Although the gloomy feeling was still there, it had a more real feeling.

It was as if he had traveled back to the past, when the May train had just departed.

But the atmosphere in the carriage was a bit strange. Everyone lowered their heads. In addition to the occasional breathing sound, there was also a barely audible sobbing sound.

Someone was crying.

And there was more than one person.

The voice was very low, as if afraid of being heard.

In this train carriage, Jiang Cheng did not feel the excitement of these refugees who were about to be sent to the next town and reborn.

On the contrary, they seemed to know their fate.

They would die, die in the dark and damp mine.

The breath of despair filled the carriage, and even Jiang Cheng, an outsider, felt depressed.

Why?

How did they know?

From this point of time, the conspiracy of the Japanese should not have been exposed.

Could it be that

Jiang Cheng raised his eyelids and looked at the other side of the carriage. At first glance, there was nothing special there, but after a closer look, Jiang Cheng still found a flaw.

Next to the door of the carriage stood three people dressed as refugees.

But compared with other refugees, they were obviously much stronger. Under the clothes with a big hole, there were strong muscles, and their faces did not have the waxy yellow color formed by long-term malnutrition.

It seemed that the three were resting, but under the slightly squinting eyelids, there were pairs of sharp eyes, looking around the carriage.

They didn't have any big luggage in their hands, only a long object wrapped in cloth, tightly held in their hands.

It was a knife.

Japanese knife!

These people were Japanese, and they had already controlled the train.

The Japanese boarded the train earlier than expected, and Jiang Cheng frowned. It seemed that the situation was more complicated than the previous analysis.

In his peripheral vision, Jiang Cheng noticed something at the feet of one of the Japanese. It was a few broken sacks, as if they were deliberately piled there.

Through the gap in the middle of the sack, Jiang Cheng saw a hand, which was hanging down weakly, and there was eye-catching blood on it.

There was a dead person behind the sack!

Someone must have found something wrong and wanted to resist, so he was killed by the Japanese, and then the body was piled there.

Staring at his compatriots who bowed their heads and were surrounded by fear, Jiang Cheng could feel their despair and helplessness at the moment.

There was a sound, as if in the next car.

At the same time, footsteps approached the car they were in.

With a harsh friction sound, the connecting door between the two carriages was opened. Under the protection of several Japanese, a familiar figure walked out of the door.

"Don't panic, everyone. The imperial army is here to save you. As long as you are obedient and work hard, you will have white flour buns to eat!" A man with a flat head said in a flattering tone: "We are all compatriots. I, Qiao Hanhui, will not lie to you."

"But if anyone wants to escape or resist, the consequences will be..." Director Qiao, who Jiang Cheng and others had met before, sneered twice and changed his face in an instant, "I will kill him!"

Everyone lowered their heads after hearing this, and they dared not even look at Director Qiao.

Jiang Cheng also followed everyone else and lowered his head, pretending to be very scared, but in his heart he had already loosened the soil of Qiao Hanhui, the traitor's ancestral grave, several times, and also greeted his family.

Now the matter is clear. No wonder the Japanese took away this car of refugees so easily. It turned out that Qiao Hanhui, the bastard, helped behind the scenes.

Think about it, when Liu Quezi first came to Feng's house, he also asked Wu Dali whether these people were sent by Director Qiao.

Soon, Director Qiao went to the next carriage to help the Japanese calm people down. In the end, it was nothing more than a few words that embarrassed the ancestors.

After calming down, Jiang Cheng began to analyze the current situation.

Since we are back at this point in time, there must be a reason for it.

The way to break the situation should be to prevent the previous tragedy from happening, that is, to rescue these refugees before the large ambushed Japanese troops intercept the train and capture everyone into the gold mine.

By the way, kill Qiao Hanhui, a great traitor.

The high priest hasn't shown up yet, but Jiang Cheng knows that it must be on the train, and it should be the last carriage.

Now that the goal is clear, the question is how to achieve it?

There are six Japanese guards in this car, and there may be some lurking among the refugees. By analogy, there must be at least dozens of Japanese guards on this Mayflower train.

Jiang Cheng is not so conceited that he can defeat all enemies by himself.

What's more, there is a great Eastern priest who doesn't know the depth of things.

Fighting head-on is definitely not the answer.

But just when he was hesitating, trouble came to him, "Hey, what are you doing?" A Japanese guard noticed him and walked over.

Jiang Cheng's gaze was sharp. Since he couldn't avoid it, he should kill him first and then deal with the Japanese people in the carriage.

He clenched his fists, pretending to be scared, and waited for the Japanese to approach.