When Zhao Bankuo put this bullet casing together with the previously discovered Japanese 38-cap bullets, he immediately discovered a problem.

It is very obvious that green rust has appeared on the American bullet cases, while the Japanese bullets have almost no traces of rust.

There are errors in the primer mark and rust time of the cartridge case.

He was too familiar with bullets, so this difference immediately seemed incredible to him. After thinking about it in his mind, he quickly realized a big problem. Suddenly, he felt a little drumming in his heart and shouted for others to come over.

The military doctor and Liao Guoren stood up and walked over. Zhao Bankuo handed them the bullet casing: "Look, the degree of rust of these bullets is different. Basically, American bullets are more rusty, but generally speaking, American bullets are more rusty."

The purity of the material is higher than that of Japan, so I feel that the shooting time of Americans and Japanese does not overlap. Just looking at it with the naked eye, there is at least a month difference."

"What do you mean, why are you talking about this?" the military doctor asked.

Zhao Bankuo said: "When the Americans fired these bullets here, there were no Japanese at all."

Liao Guoren frowned and pinched the bullet casings: "You mean, this is not an encounter?"

"It wasn't any kind of war. When the Japs arrived here, those American idiots had been gone for at least a month. So, this is not a battlefield. It just happened that people from both sides were here - a high-intensity shooting."

Daniel also came over, grabbed a handful of bullet casings, weighed them in his hands, and suddenly threw them far away: "Grandma, how is it possible? It's not a war. Is it so hard to practice shooting here?"

"What would you do without a purpose?" Liao Guoren sighed.

The military doctor said: "I support Caitou's statement. I think it's a bit strange. There is such a commotion here, but there are no corpses and no blood stains. In other words, there are no casualties. If there are really two gangs, it is absolutely impossible for them to be so close.

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Liao Guoren thought for a while and said: "Maybe it was a annihilation battle, so there were no corpses left. However, there is no trace of blood, which really doesn't make sense. But Caitou's conclusion is too incredible. We'd better expand the search scope

try to find."

Everyone nodded. This was the only way now. Without any nonsense, they separated again. This time they became a group of two, crossing the scope of the search just now. Zhao Bankuo and Changmao walked forward for a while. Originally, the whole journey was the same.

But after walking less than half a mile, several bonfires suddenly appeared in front of them. Some messy daily necessities were scattered around the bonfires. It was obvious that people had lived here before, and it was not just a short stay.

Seeing a shriveled iron kettle on the ground, Zhao Bankuo bent down to pick it up, looked at it and said, "American product, military supplies, just like ours." He went to look at Changmao. Changmao ignored him at all.

He turned his head to one side, as if his attention was completely attracted by something else.

In this case, what could be stranger or better-looking than what he saw in front of him? Zhao Bankuo felt strange, so he ignored the fires, walked around and followed Shaggy's line of sight, and found something not far from the bonfire.
Chapter completed!