"Sato, thank you for your hard work!" Colonel Momochi Ogawa nodded, "Have you discovered anything?"

"The target's telegram suddenly used a brand new password to send a message. Telegram machines in other regions did not find such passwords. Only the target was using it. We cannot decipher such passwords at present!" said the Japanese military officer.

"Well, only the target is used, which means that the target finally couldn't hold back and began to issue orders to other regions. This month, we seem to have tracked the correct target. The Eighth Route Army Headquarters are really cunning and actually played the role of attacking the east and west." Colonel Momochi Okawa looked at the military map on the table. In his eyes, the Eighth Route Army Headquarters have been avoiding its large net encirclement like oil-soaked loaches. I originally thought it was chasing the wrong target, but now it seems that the Eighth Route Army Headquarters are deploying suspicious formations.

"Okay, keep listening! If there is any abnormality, please notify me immediately!" Colonel Momochi Okawa waved his hand.

"Yes!" the Japanese officer stood attentively and shouted loudly.

Colonel Momochi Okawa frowned, as if he couldn't stand the loud voice of the officer, and said unhappily: "Don't be so loud in the future!"

The Japanese officer was stunned, but said nothing, and he shouted carefully, bowed and left.

"Mr. Okawa, are you uncomfortable?! Your current health is not good! I'd better go back to Shijiazhuang to see a doctor!" Captain Makoto Shigeo of the 223rd Regiment pushed open the curtain of the tent and happened to see Colonel Momochi Okawa's unhappy expression.

"No! How can a soldier leave the battlefield without completing the mission? I won't leave!" Okawa Momoki waved his hand impatiently, and his expression suddenly became extremely low: "China, it's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon! Baga!" He clenched his fists hatefully. The abnormal state that had recently made the warrior shame made him miserable.

After more than a month of strange disease, he was like a demon in his heart, and he was always suffering from the pain of fear of loud noises. Even the doctors accompanying the team couldn't tell me why, and there was no way to treat it. No one except the friend Shigeo Yuki. This strange disease made Momoki Okawa not have any excessive voices. A slightly louder sound would make him short of breath and chest tightness, his heart beat wildly, and even inexplicable fear. He, who has always liked to listen to the Imperial Radio, dared not put the radio very much, but dared to put the volume to a very small amount. He was frightened when tuning, for fear that a sudden burst of sound would scare him half-dead. It can be said that he had been deprived of the qualification to go to the battlefield.

The root of this strange disease that made him shame is to talk about the final battle between breaking through the Eighth Route Army's blocking position a month ago and annihilated the remaining Eighth Route Army's rear-end troops. The roar of unknown creatures suddenly broke out on the edge of the Eighth Route Army's position. It can be heard almost countless miles from this amazing roar with anger, unwillingness, bloody hatred and endless contempt. Almost everyone's hearts clearly appeared in their hearts!

Only this creature from ancient Chinese legends can possess this irresistible terrible aura.

The sound waves that were as solid as stones were thrown into the pond on the outside of the position, spreading like a super bomb, and the Japanese soldiers who were the first to be hit were directly hit by this terrifying roar without any defense. Dozens of soldiers were bleeding from seven orifices on the spot and were shocked to death. The minds and minds of hundreds of soldiers were completely destroyed, and they were trapped in endless fear. They quickly spread nearby troops like infectious diseases. They bombed the battalions and disintegrated. More people could not withstand the huge threat of momentum and fainted in foaming, which eventually led to more than 4,000 soldiers losing their combat effectiveness. For the Japanese army, physical trauma was almost negligible, but their mental injuries were severely damaged. The nightmare and spiritual trauma made these more than 30,000 Japanese and puppet soldiers unable to continue the sweeping mission.

At that time, Dakawa Momoki, who was relatively close to the roar, was also affected by the roar. When he woke up, he saw a scene that he would never dare to forget in his life. He kept wailing everywhere, and some were foolish soldiers, some were sitting foolishly, some were walking aimlessly like wandering souls, and some were smirking and shooting randomly. It was obvious that they were crazy. There were also many puppet soldiers kneeling on the ground and silently murmured to the sky, and they let the Japanese soldiers kick and beat them, but they did not respond.

The miserable scene of the miserable terror made Okawa Momoki almost meet Amaterasu on the spot. Fortunately, Colonel Makoto Shigeo, who rushed over, personally led the commander-in-chief to conquer the troops. I am afraid that the two elite corpses would fall into a chain psychological collapse like other troops. However, since then, Colonel Makoto Okawa Momoki has suffered from this problem of fearing the sound of too loud sound. Of course, more soldiers also had the same symptoms. In the end, more than one brigade of soldiers had to withdraw from the battle sequence of May sweep.

If the Japanese army had not carefully inspected the scene and found no suspicious traces of terrifying creatures such as dragons, Okawa Momoki would have really thought that the Eighth Route Army summoned the legendary "Dragon", the guardian creature of the Chinese nation, if it was really like that, it would have been the doomsday of the Yamato nation.

"It's so scary, so scary!" Momoki Okawa murmured to himself as he recalled the day that it was like a nightmare. He would rather face the corpses of thousands of soldiers who died in battle than face the thousands of soldiers who had collapsed.

Momoyoshi Okawa looked up at Shigeo Yuki, and found that the other party was whispering terrifyingly like him. Both of them saw from each other's face that they were deeply afraid in their hearts. This was much stronger than the effects of any battle casualties and terrifying weapons.

At the end of the so-called Eighth Route Army Headquarters radio station where the Japanese army was nervously monitoring, Li Wei was holding the copied modern Wubi code sheet and sorting out some texts and passing them to Chen Jiayao.

While typing the code, Chen Jiayao said happily: "It's not bad! Wei Zi, I really can't tell. You have this trick. This code is quite good. I thought you can only fight!"

"We are a new young man in the socialist revolution with both civil and military strength. Although the Japanese soldiers are of high quality, they can compare with our comprehensive development of mathematics, physics and chemistry? Isn't you? This Wubi code can definitely be deciphered!" Li Wei waved the Wubi root in his hand as a show-off and said: "Now, the Japanese must be energetic and pursue each other again. Ha, we free behind-the-scenes tour guides must lead these wild monkeys from the island to appreciate the mountains and rivers of our holy land of China." The Wubi code in Li Wei's hand is naturally what Mr. Luxun said.

The study of Wubi input method originally requires sufficient research on Chinese characters, not to mention that Wubi encoding was originally developed in the face of simplified Chinese, and people in this era would have no way to break it if they wanted to crack it.
Chapter completed!