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I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and I will kill Yama with 100,000 flags.

——Title.

Le Jing walked out of the mall with a lot of bags, sweating all over. He glanced helplessly at Victor, who was lying on his shoulder, "Half of this thing is what you want to buy. If you don't help me carry it, just don't add to my burden."

The black cat opened one eye and glanced at him, yawned lazily, jumped off Le Jing's shoulder lightly, stretched his waist, and muttered softly: "So Keynes should come."

Le Jing rolled his eyes at the lazy black cat: "Keynes has to stay to look after the house and cook."

There are so many things, he is too lazy to take the bus like when he came, so he just takes a taxi back.

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What makes him most satisfied with this plane is not the convenient modern technology, but the universal RMB. In other words, the currency of China on Earth can be used in this plane! So he doesn't plan to wrong himself too much.

However, what he didn't expect was that when the taxi drivers heard his destination, they all refused and turned around and left without even giving an explanation.

So he waited on the street for half an hour, and when he finally got a car, he opened the door and got in without saying a word, and then said: "Master, go to Chengjiao West Village."

Through the rearview mirror, he could clearly see the driver's pupils shrink, his face turned pale, and his voice was a little stuttering: "Where do you want to go?"

Le Jing repeated with good temper: "Chengjiao West Village."

"That place is too far! No!" The driver said firmly, but it was obvious at a glance that it was just an excuse.

"You won't go even if you pay more?" Le Jing asked.

The driver hesitated and asked: "How much do you want to pay?"

Le Jing calculated the distance and tentatively said: "Fifty?"

The driver was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "One hundred, add one hundred and I'll take you there."

Le Jing nodded and agreed. It just so happened that he also wanted to know why taxi drivers were so afraid of Chengjiao West Village.

The driver in the car took the initiative to talk: "Are you from another place?"

"Yes." Le Jing casually said a place name from another place.

"No wonder." The driver was stunned and then puzzled, "West Village in the suburbs is so remote, how did you think of living there?"

"I'm tired of staying in the big city and want to experience the pastoral life."

When Le Jing answered, the driver glanced at him hesitantly, and his expression changed.

After Le Jing's repeated questioning, he finally told the reason.

West Village is said to be a village, but in fact there are not many families, just like a deserted village. In the taxi driver circle of Chen'an City, there are many weird stories about West Village, such as ghosts howling in the middle of the night and green zombies. Anyway, it's very weird. In addition, a murder happened there a few days ago. Three young people died tragically in the wasteland without knowing why. The murderer did not leave any clues, so the already weird rumors became more and more weird, so the taxi drivers in this city don't like to go there anymore.

"Do you know what Xicun used to be?" While waiting for the red light, the driver turned his head and said mysteriously: "It's a battlefield! During the Anti-Japanese War, Xicun was still called Xi County, and there was a battalion of troops stationed in the county. But the Japanese were cunning, they set fire and attacked! After three days and three nights, all the people in this battalion died, and Xi County was also taken down by the Japanese."

"You said, so many people died at that time, the resentment and evil spirits must be heavy, how could it not be haunted?"

Le Jing was silent for a while, and looked at the inexplicably excited driver seriously: "Master. The light is green."

"Ah? Oh." The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove steadily through the old house. Not getting the desired response, the driver was inevitably a little disappointed, and he asked unwillingly: "Aren't you afraid?"

Le Jing was really not afraid.

Hasn't he stayed there safely for several days before? Let alone ghosts, there were few people in that place. In his opinion, the so-called ghost stories are all rumors, and they scare themselves. There are many weird and scary ghost stories circulating in China on Earth, but Le Jing has never seen a ghost. As for being haunted by resentful spirits, he has never seen his cousin come to him to avenge his life. Although the existence of ghosts and gods is not ruled out, in his opinion, many ghost stories are largely feudal superstitions that are spread by word of mouth and cannot be taken seriously.

Because the road is not good and the entrance to the village is narrow, Le Jing asked the driver to stop at the entrance of the village.

The driver rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and felt a little cold all over. He leaned his head out to look at the deserted village, and the cold feeling in his heart lingered. For a moment, he actually felt that this was not a village, but a monster that chose people to eat.

He shuddered after realizing it, and quickly turned the car around and fled away.

When Le Jing returned to the bookstore, Keynes had already prepared the meal, and a large table was full of meat and vegetables, with good color, fragrance and taste.

Le Jing praised, "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking." Victor was even more unceremonious and started to gobble it up.

Keynes pursed his lips, "If you like, I'll make it every day in the future."

Le Jing was silent for a moment, patted his shoulder, and said with emotion, "You are so virtuous, you can marry me."

Victor looked at the two people who were "flirting" speechlessly, and couldn't help asking, "Le Jing, when are we moving the store?"

"Move the store?" Le Jing raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Why do we need to move the store?"

Victor was even more surprised than Le Jing: "You ask me why? This place is deserted and there are no birds or shits, and the transportation is inconvenient. The most important thing is that you run a bookstore - let alone customers, there are not even a few people here!"

Le Jing put down his bowl and said calmly: "But there is no rent here."

Victor: ...

"Besides, the air here is so good, and the scenery is also good. Staying here is like a vacation." Le Jing comforted: "We will stay here for a few days and then leave, just bear with it."

Victor: "I can't bear it anymore!"

"A rice worm who doesn't make money has no right to speak."

Victor: QWQ

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At night, Le Jing, as a Buddhist youth, went to bed on time at 10:30.

Then he was awakened by the sound of a trumpet.

He jumped up from the bed in a daze, and the loud "beep beep beep" sound of the charge outside the window made him forget what day it was in an instant.

After the trumpet sounded, a whistling roar and shouting of killing sounded outside the window, as if there were hundreds of people shouting and yelling, and the noisy sound made Le Jing's eardrums hurt slightly.

He glanced at the time on his mobile phone. It was already 12:00 in the evening.

... In the middle of the night, whose TV is turned up so loud!

No. Le Jing realized belatedly that he lived at the head of the village, and there were no residents around!

He jumped off the bed and opened the curtains. With the bright moonlight, he saw flags hanging high outside the courtyard, smoke and dust rolling, and a team in tattered military uniforms lined up in neat formations. Under the guidance of the sabers of the horsemen at the head of the team, they launched a grand parade and charge towards the empty front.

The soldiers on horseback laughed heartily and sang the "March of the Big Sword" loudly:

"Brothers in arms across the country,

The day of the War of Resistance has come,

The day of the War of Resistance has come.

There are volunteers from the Northeast in front of us,

and the people of the country behind us.

Our Chinese troops march forward bravely.

Aim at the enemy and destroy him, destroy him!

Charge! Cut the devils' heads with the big sword! Kill!"

The song drifted in the desolate wilderness, and it was indescribably desolate in the quiet night. This should have been a song that belonged to the old era that had long ended.

"Kill!" The soldiers behind him, wearing tattered uniforms and marching in neat steps, shouted in unison.

"Three Disciplines and Eight Points for Attention, get ready, sing!"

In the rising dust, the old-style soldiers wearing tattered uniforms, as if they had traveled through time from a hundred years ago, sang in unison, their voices were passionate, vigorous and loud: "Every revolutionary soldier must remember:

Three Disciplines and Eight Points for Attention,

First, follow orders in all actions,

Only by marching in unison can we win.

Second, do not take a needle or thread from the masses,

The masses support and like me.

Third, all the spoils must be returned to the public,

Try to reduce the burden on the people..."

The simple moonlight sprinkled on this disciplined team, without casting any shadows on the ground. Their chests did not rise and fall, and although their footsteps were in unison, they did not leave any sound on the ground.

There is no doubt that they are not human, but ghosts.

This is a ghost army.

But Le Jing was not afraid.

The words that the taxi driver said at noon suddenly emerged from his mind.

"During the Anti-Japanese War... we fought for three days and three nights, and all the people in this battalion died... You know, with so many people dead at that time, how much resentment and evil spirits must there be? How could it not be haunted?"

No, he was wrong.

The people's army is for the people. Even if they die, they have no evil spirits or resentments. They only have the righteousness to resist aggression and protect the people.

Le Jing suddenly remembered a poem written by Marshal Chen before his death: "How does it feel to be beheaded today? Starting a business is difficult and there are many battles. I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and I will kill Yama with 100,000 flags."

It is true that I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and I will kill Yama with 100,000 flags.

"I'm here, it's okay." At some point, Keynes appeared behind him and comforted him gently.

"I'm not afraid." Le Jing looked at the heroic soldier on horseback at the head of the team in the distance, and offered high respect to this team in his heart, "They are all the sons and daughters of our people, how can I be afraid?"

Maybe they were talking too loudly. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the last soldier who was singing and passing through the gate of the courtyard raised his head and looked straight in his direction. The two looked at each other. In the moonlight, Le Jing could almost see his young and tender face.

After a few seconds of silence, the soldier staggered and almost fell. He struggled to keep his balance, and then Le Jing heard a shocking "Report!"

The voice was so loud that it overwhelmed the loud military song. Although he knew he was already a ghost, Le Jing couldn't help but worry about his voice.

Sure enough, the ghost stories are all lies. Le Jing thought idly that he was not scared by the ghost, but the ghost was scared by him.

"What are you doing!?" An impatient response came from the head of the team in the distance.

"Report to the battalion commander!" The soldier shouted at the top of his lungs: "Someone! Someone saw me!"

The originally neat team suddenly fell into a commotion, and in an instant, countless pairs of eyes with ghost lights looked in the direction of Le Jing.

"Silence! Silence!" The battalion commander shouted angrily in front: "Now listen to my command, 121, 121, ready, stop!"

After finally settling the team, the battalion commander finally rode his horse to the gate of Le Jing's courtyard.

Le Jing, who had been waiting at the gate, immediately opened the door and invited the old battalion commander to come in and sit down.

In the dark deserted village, the light coming from the bedroom on the second floor was like a weak will-o'-the-wisp in the wind. Coupled with the ghost army wearing old military uniforms that quietly surrounded the yard, it was enough to scare the most daring people out of their wits. .

But Le Jing was not only not afraid, but also felt admiration and emotion in his heart.

The horse-riding soldier who was called the battalion commander was actually not very old, but his face was young but stained with weather. The military uniform and the unlined clothes underneath were all in tatters and patched one after another. The two straw sandals under his feet were even different in color. They were no different from the soldiers under his command. It is unimaginable that such a team is fighting bloody battles on the front line.

Le Jing slowly gave him a non-standard military salute: "Comrade, you have worked hard!"

The battalion commander was stunned for a moment, stood at attention reflexively, returned a standard military salute, and responded in a measured tone: "Serve the people!"

After saying that, he glanced at Le Jing in wonderment and said in a shocked voice, "You are brave. Aren't you afraid of me?"

Le Jing smiled lightly: "The people's army is for the people, why should I be afraid?"

This simple sentence made the battalion commander's eyes turn red. He nodded heavily and said, "That's right! I am a soldier of the people in life, and a ghost soldier of the people in death!"

"It's not convenient to talk here, why don't we go inside and talk."

The battalion commander shook his head and refused: "No, I have a heavy yin energy, and you are still a stranger. You have stayed with us for a long time, and I'm afraid it will affect your lifespan."

Le Jing raised his eyebrows and said disapprovingly: "You have sacrificed your life and blood for the country, but a few years of life does not matter!"

The battalion commander smiled gratefully, but still refused Le Jing's kindness.

"Actually, I came here this time because I have something to trouble you." Having said this, this tough guy suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "We have been waiting here for a long time, and you are the only one who can see us without being caught. Scared people away, so we can only trouble you."

Le Jing nodded without hesitation: "If you have anything to say, please tell me."

The battalion commander asked: "What year is it now?"

Le Jing said: "2008."

The battalion commander said in a daze, with an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing: "Has it turned out that sixty-five years have passed?"

"Because our obsession was too deep during our lifetime, we became earth-bound spirits after death, and our souls can only wander around here. This is loyalty to the country, and there is no regret. The only thing we can't let go of is our relatives in our hometown. We Some people want you to help bring a message to our family."

"No problem, just say it!"

He looked up at Le Jing, with tears in his eyes: "My name is Xu Feng, and I am from Xucun, Shangliang County, Nanyu City. I would like to ask you to go to my hometown to find a woman named Xu Jiao. If she is still alive, And if you are already married, please tell her that Xu Feng has already married and had children in other places, so that she doesn’t have to worry about it. "

"If..." He looked up at the sky with red eyes, his Adam's apple shaking violently, "If, if she is still waiting for me, you tell her..."

"I'm waiting for her at the Naihe Bridge, telling her not to worry and to live well."

"She has been waiting for me for so long. This time, it's my turn to wait for her."