Chapter 372: Ghostbusters (27)

A Jin froze for a while: "What do you mean? Why should I let me go with the body I grabbed?"
Sanqi said in aggrieved manner: "The people who are overwhelming are Hua Sanniang and not you. You stay in her body and estimate that they don't want to succeed in this life."
A Jin looked down at the two who were almost overdraft. They were not worried. They wanted to taste the dissipation between heaven and earth. Isn't it so?
Seeing the indifferent Ajin on March 7, he continued to urge:
"Come on, sir! There are chances in the future that if you don't go on the mission, you can't finish it!"
A Jin's heartbroken closing her eyes, the task of not dying is meaningless.
"Go, end the mission."
Just when the young priest and the old priest could not bear to lose, they suddenly felt the pressure on their shoulders diminished, and they saw that the body of Hua Sanniang suddenly radiated a dazzling golden light, which turned into a sky under the cry of the village head. Golden dots scattered in the air.
The two softened, and then sat directly on the ground, breathing heavily, and the little Taoist laughed out loud while watching the embarrassed old Taoist.
"Laughter! You stupid boy! Let me find it!"
At this moment, as Hua Sanniang dissipated, her barrier disappeared, and the wreckage of the plane slowly fell over the village. Fortunately, only a few houses' roofs were damaged.
The old Taoist hurriedly hugged the young Taoist and blocked the flying rubble with his body, for fear that he might get hurt.
The village chief stared blankly at the still-smoky plane. All the dust settled, and Acui and San Niang left him completely. The village could not bear the disaster. He couldn't help but fall again In a state of self-doubt.
The old Taoist walked up and helped him: "This old husband, are you okay?"
The little Taoist watched the bombing that had subsided in the sky, and he said to the village chief: "The Japanese plane should be gone. Let's call out the villagers."
Then he rushed out and went to the cellar of a family to call out the villagers who were safe and sound.
Tens and tens passed, and soon the villagers crawled out of their cellars, and they gathered near the wreckage of the aircraft to discuss.
The smashed villagers looked at the roof of their own home with such a big iron shell that they couldn’t move away. The house they lived in for decades was considered to be over. Fortunately, it’s okay for people to be lucky.
But it is strange to say that they also heard the explosion in the cellar, feeling that the bomb exploded on the top of the bomb's own head, the dust in the cellar was all fallen by the shock, they all thought that the village was in disaster It was this scene.
Compared with the joyous feelings of the villagers, the atmosphere of the Japanese headquarters is more suppressed and strange. They have never encountered this situation, and they do not know how to report it. The sudden rebellion of their soldiers not only destroyed the original plan China’s bombing plan even killed each other and almost wiped out.
A Japanese military officer swallowed in fear and watched the commander stop talking. The commander noticed his expression and asked impatiently:
"Say something, what a soldier looks like!"
The man said cautiously: "Reporter, I... I just remembered that the two things that happened before were very similar to what happened today."
The commander frowned and looked at him: "What's the matter?!"
Only then did the man elaborate on the granary and the ammunition depot. The commander naturally knew these two things, but the official explanation was that all this was a conspiracy of the Eighth Route Army.
After he heard the "another folk version" in the officer's mouth, he couldn't help but burst into a chill.
The officer looked a little loose in his expression, and quickly hurried out more of what he knew, including what happened in the night in the station.
The more the commander heard the expression on his face, the more angry he was, and he slapped it on the table with a slap.
"stupid!"
The officer quickly stopped the conversation and stopped speaking.
"Call the commander of the station immediately! I want to talk to him immediately!"
The commander at the station received a call from the air force commander and was scolded by the other party for ten minutes. After hanging up the phone, he looked at the village for a long time without saying anything. Is it really that they are powerless?
"Come here! Go and explore! What happened to that village?!"
The scouts were quickly dispatched, and the commander summoned all the officers and Chile in the base camp anxiously awaiting the results.
The village was not far away, and the scouts returned quickly.
"Informed the sir, only a burnt plane fell on the village, several private houses were damaged, and others did not hurt. The land around the village was marked by bombing, just like... It’s like a bomb bypassing that village!"
Everyone was in an uproar, and the commander looked at Chile and asked sincerely: "What do you think about this?"
Chile’s fingers holding Buddha beads also shivered slightly:
Withdraw, don’t provoke us to hide, since she wants to protect the village, she will definitely not leave the village too far, we retreat!

People do not fight with ghosts, not to mention such a strong ghost, fighting is nothing more than casualties~EbookFREE.me~ So after deliberation, the officers unanimously agreed with Chile's proposal, the army withdrew 200 kilometers. .
Unconsciously, Huajiacun escaped again. The Eighth Route Army, who got the news, came too late. He thought that the grass that had been bombed by the Japanese did not stay here. Unexpectedly, the village was lucky to escape.
The village chief looked at the Eighth Route Army entering and leaving. He remembered San Niang's last disappearance. He threw away the stick in his hand and walked straight to the back of a man.
"Comrade Eighth Route Army! I want to join the army!"
All four were surprised, and the villagers and the Eighth Route Army looked at him one after another.
"I have been to school, I can read books, I can write, I can understand Sunzi's art of war, I can use guns, as long as you let me join the army, I can do anything!"
San Niang and A Cui have already gone, but he can't just forget it, the enemy is not dead, the Japanese are still there, he must not fall down like this!
When the Eighth Route Army was short of talents, the village chief was still in his prime and would still read and write, which is a good thing!
Before he agreed, other villagers also came forward to respond and drove the Japanese out of their hometowns and lands!
In this way, all the men, women, children, and children in Huajia Village took up arms and joined the Eighth Route Army. Those who could not do so would stay behind and do logistical work for them.
With such hatred and self-blame, Hua Laodu kept fighting with the Japanese army along with the Eighth Route Army.
The old priests and young priests also continue their responsibilities and obligations.
The Taoist priest also went out of the division completely after the incident of Mosha. One year later, he and the master acted separately. Whenever the Japanese attacked the village, he would also release the evil ghosts he caught to help the villagers, but unfortunately there was no rational evil ghosts. After all, it is not as easy to use as Mosha, sometimes he will miss those days with Mosha.