Atonement 08

No one knew what these people were trying to do, but the surviving Vietnamese soldiers were terrified. They had seen men who were not afraid of death, but they had never seen such lunatic-like guys. Their fighting style was incredibly fierce. They wouldn't even glance at their dying comrades, and even used their comrades' bodies as shields. But the most crucial thing was their eyes.

"They are not human, absolutely not human! They look like, like they are already dead!"

Meanwhile, in an abandoned bandit camp, some people were muttering about atonement. Looking at those panicked ragtag troops was like seeing their past selves, the pain constantly stimulating their brains.

Little Hei was busier than in any other world. It even suspected that Fang Zhiyi was taking revenge on it, but it was helpless about it.

At Fang Zhiyi's earnest request, it once again did the hard labor, running between all the cities occupied by the Vietnamese army, sparing no effort to create one nightmare after another.

In just half a month, a terrifying legend spread among the ragtag troops assisting the Vietnamese army. Everyone was haunted by nightmares, everyone began to doubt themselves, and panic gradually spread. The twisted god in their dreams made them anxious all day long.

Of course, facing such claims, the Vietnamese army didn't believe it, just thinking that these trashes were making excuses to cause trouble.

Compared to that, they were more concerned about the cities that had been successively attacked recently. It was very strange; a sizable army seemed to be wandering in the areas they occupied, but every time they sent troops to suppress it, they could never find any trace of this army, as if... they had vanished into thin air.

The scale of the attacks rose from townships to small cities, shaking the top brass of the Vietnamese army. Especially upon hearing that after this army of unknown origin entered a city, they would first capture the ragtag troops assisting in defending the city, then rob weapons and food, and then quickly withdraw.

Coupled with that legend, the people in the areas occupied by the Vietnamese army were restless.

Some mentally tortured ragtag soldiers couldn't take it anymore and began to secretly flee. They followed the voices in their heads to find their destination, and eventually, all came to Fang Zhiyi's camp.

Although many people lived here, the whole camp was extremely silent, and everyone's face was lifeless.

Lin Xiaoyao saw Fang Zhiyi again during an ambush mission. She followed the captain to lay an ambush on the Vietnamese army's inevitable path in advance, but their whereabouts had long been betrayed by a traitor, so they fell into the predicament of being counter-surrounded.

Just when she thought she was going to die here, a unit suddenly appeared on the opposite hillside. If it weren't for Da Niu, who had the best eyesight, no one would have noticed that a group of people was watching the firefight here from the opposite side.

They still wore the uniforms issued by the Vietnamese army, just standing there quietly, inexplicably giving people a creepy feeling.

Then they raised their guns and began to push down. The Vietnamese army didn't expect another unit to suddenly appear. They thought it was a friendly force, but when the other party entered the effective range, they fired directly, leaving the Vietnamese army completely bewildered.

The commander furiously ordered a counterattack, but the Vietnamese soldiers became more and more alarmed as they fought. This unit wearing their uniforms was like ghosts. Even when they were hit by their bullets, the opposite side didn't make any sound. They just silently pushed forward, raised their guns, and shot. They didn't even plan to find cover. When the comrades beside them fell, they stepped on their comrades' corpses and continued to advance.

This bizarre silence suddenly increased the pressure in the hearts of the Vietnamese soldiers.

"They are ghosts! They are ghosts!" someone shouted, and then came the rout. Even if the officer personally shot several deserters, he could not stop this retreat.

But Lin Xiaoyao saw the blurry figure in the distance. She intuitively believed that it was Fang Zhiyi.

After the Vietnamese army fled, the guerrilla members nervously watched these inexplicably appearing reinforcements, but they didn't even glance at them. They just silently scavenged the battlefield, taking away everything that could be used.

"Captain, the guns..." someone couldn't help but say.

The captain raised his hand to stop him. There was slaughter on the battlefield, people would die, some would scream, some would cry, and some would laugh, but the scene in front of them was too... calm, so calm that it was a bit bizarre.

"Let them have it. Our goal has been achieved, retreat."

"But..."

Lin Xiaoyao glanced at the position where Fang Zhiyi was, and the familiar figure was gone.

The captain patted her shoulder: "Did you see him?"

Lin Xiaoyao nodded, then shook her head: "Actually, I don't know if he is still alive."

The captain glanced at the silent army disappearing into the night: "Other than him, I can't think of anyone who could bring out such a team..." Although he had only seen him once, he was deeply impressed by Fang Zhiyi.

And Fang Zhiyi was also frowning at this time. Little Hei's mental invasion seemed to be a bit overboard. Some of the newly joined people were obviously a bit crazy. Unlike their silent companions, they laughed wildly, screamed, and even cried bitterly.

So an even more bizarre scene appeared in the temporary camp: more than half of the people silently watched the other small half go crazy.

The two sides did not interfere with each other.

Huang Dali took out his gun. He was very used to Fang Zhiyi's style of doing things. Generally, those guys who didn't want to atone for their sins only needed to be killed. He raised his gun and pointed it straight at the madmen. The people behind him also raised their guns. The noisy madmen also saw it, but they were not afraid.

Those who could stay here were not afraid of death, or they had long felt that life was worse than death.

Only death could end everything.

Fang Zhiyi pressed down the muzzle of Huang Dali's gun, and Huang Dali was a little at a loss.

"They... also have their own way of atonement."

Regarding Fang Zhiyi's words, Huang Dali and others always obeyed, because Fang Zhiyi's decisions were extremely correct every time, so they could successfully carry out the plan every time. All this proved that Fang Zhiyi was the spokesperson of that bizarre god.

He was also the one who could bring them salvation.

The already anxious Vietnamese army was now even more terrified, because their main enemy seemed to have changed from the Han country's guerrillas to an army of unknown origin. They could always accurately intercept the Vietnamese army's supply lines, launch sudden attacks when the city's defense was weak, and then retreat. And when the Vietnamese army summarized the information they got, they became confused again.

Because the enemies they encountered were completely opposite. Some defenders said the enemies they encountered were incredibly noisy, disorganized, but amazingly lethal. Things like hiding grenades in their pants were routine operations, and almost everyone was tied with bombs. But other defenders said the enemies they faced were more numerous, but exceptionally silent, with no fear, no screams, just like a zombie army.