The investigation of the camp went smoothly.
Just as Fatty was making fun of Yingzi, saying that she looked like a tiger but was actually afraid of corpses.
Without waiting for Qin Yun to finish examining the corpse, Old Hu had already taken out a notebook from a military backpack.
The notebook was written in Japanese.
Although the Flower Planters were the suzerain of the entire East Asian circle, they had also made many references to the languages of the surrounding countries.
Especially Japan.
Other than some special words, the two sides had completely opposite meanings.
As for the rest of the content, he could roughly understand it.
Fortunately, his golden eyes were still so considerate.
When faced with rare ancient texts, the other party could do a good job of Pinyin annotation, and when faced with this kind of foreign language, it could also do a good job of translation.
It's really…I'll cry to death!
At the same time, with the Golden Eye's translation, Qin Yun gained a general understanding of the situation before him.
First of all, the people who used to live in the shack were not the so-called savages at all, but Japanese soldiers during World War II.
This notebook was written by a person named Namiki.
After the main force of the Kwantung Army in Dongning was defeated by the Russians, Shozo Miyagi led the remaining small group of soldiers (about 120 to 200 people) to escape to a secret underground fortress in the Black Wind Mouth.
They were prepared to meet up with the Kwantung Army in the fortress and then fight the Russians in the final battle to repay the Emperor with broken jade.
However, when they were about to reach the fortress, the only soldier in the team who knew the location of the fortress accidentally stepped into the swamp and died.
After some time, the remaining people still could not find the entrance to the secret fortress. They wanted to go back, but they accidentally lost their way.
There was no guide or communication equipment.
They had no choice but to stay here for more than 30 years.
Later, they met a group of grave robbers and learned from them that Japan had lost and surrendered unconditionally.
In a fit of anger, the Guandong Army here killed all of them.
Perhaps it was because their faith had been destroyed, but when they heard the news, people in the team began to commit suicide.
As the members of the team died one after another, the author of the notebook stopped writing.
Perhaps he couldn't stand the loneliness and chose to commit suicide. Or perhaps, he wasn't prepared to continue this meaningless thing at that time.
After hearing Qin Yun's explanation, apart from gaining a better understanding of the people in front of them, they also felt a sense of anger.
The rumors about the Kwantung Army base in Ganggang Camp were not fake.
It could even be said that there was a small team in the Savage Valley.
Know small etiquette and no righteousness, fear power and no virtue!
The Japanese people who lived a good life were really ambitious!
However, just as Old Hu and Yingzi were fuming over the situation before them, Qin Yun, who had finished inspecting the corpse, discovered something different.
The shotgun in Yingzi's hand was just a small-caliber air rifle.
Killing wolves might be interesting, but it would definitely not hurt large beasts like bears or prairie sloths.
But no matter what, it was still a gun, not a fire stick.
Let's not talk about why the corpse in front of him had not completely decomposed after so many years.
No matter how sturdy a corpse was, it should have shattered or collapsed after being shot again after so many years.
However, the corpse in front of him completely violated this rule.
Not only did he block Yingzi's shot, but his overall structure did not change at all.
It could even be said that when Qin Yun used the alloy longsword to strike the other party's body, he could hear an extremely distinct metallic sound from the other party's bones.
After death, the corpse would not decay for a hundred years. The corpse in front of him was enough to be called a martial arts golden body.
Who exactly was the other party? What realm had he reached before he died?
And more importantly…
Even such an expert couldn't escape from here?
Getting lost could indeed trap ordinary people, but Qin Yun refused to believe that it could trap mutants who had achieved success in cultivation.
After all, with the physique of the variant humans, even if they did not consider anything and just walked in one direction, they would still be able to leave the Great Xing 'an Mountains one day.
Therefore, if he wanted to trap these people to death, there must be some other reason.
Was there some kind of strange formation around?
Or was there some special existence that didn't want these people to leave?
If it was the former, with Qin Yun's Golden Eyes and Hu Bayi's cultivation level in the Dao of Mathematics, they could still put up a fight.
But if it was the latter.
In front of them, there were Hu Li Li to discuss the seal, and behind them were the yellow leather graves of Tuanshanzi.
Qin Yun did not wish to think too much about it. However, with the situation at hand, he had no choice but to prepare for the worst.
To face an immortal who had cultivated for hundreds of years or even thousands of years with human strength?
Fortunately, he still had Old Hu and Fatty on his side. With their protagonist halos, he should be able to walk out.
With this in mind, Qin Yun was considering if he should tell Old Hu and Fatty his guess.
When he heard that there were grave robbers around, Fatty, who was originally working hard to find the cave, could not help but speak excitedly.
"Godfather Qin, Old Hu, come and take a look. I found something good here!”
Good stuff?
Hearing Fatty's words, Hu Ba looked in the direction of the voice. Under the moonlight above his head, he saw a bright white light in Fatty's hand.
"This is…a Japanese army knife?"
After all, Hu Bayi was from the military, and his father had held a high position in the military.
With Hu Bayi's knowledge, he naturally recognized the thing in Fatty's hand at a glance.
However, it made sense. After all, this was a small team of the Kwantung Army, and the leader was a junior officer.
According to the equipment of the Japanese, it was normal to find a military saber in this camp.
In other words, the only thing that surprised Hu Bayi was this luster.
Even after so many years, when Fatty drew his sword, the blade could still reflect the human face.
It was obvious that the blade had an excellent steel edge. It was not an exaggeration to say that it could cut through iron like mud.
Moreover, its previous owner would definitely take care of it often.
The only pity was that it was only an assistant official saber and not a general official saber.
The difference in position would determine the difference in value.
As the Feng Shui manager of the Mute She team, Hu Bayi understood this very well after following Qin Yun for so long.
However, unlike Hu Bayi, when Qin Yun saw the military saber in Fatty's hand, his pupils could not help but narrow.
How should he put it?
This fatty was really a lucky general on their side. With a casual flip, he found a magical artifact for them!
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