"We, just go on like this?"

Su Hao's words silenced the National Defense Force Captain for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was already mixed with a hint of sourness and bitterness: "We have been fighting here for several months, and the bodies are piled up in hills, so many that you can't believe it."

"We are the "Iron Warriors" Legion."

The new military priest Torugar stepped forward and strengthened his tone: "Now, your mission is over."

The National Defense Force Captain laughed in disappointment. He shook his head and ordered the adjutant beside him to gather the team, then exhaled a long sigh and muttered to himself to the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

The voice was very light, and Su Hao, who was so close to him, heard a few words that made him wonder. He suddenly turned around and stepped in front of the captain. The other party was startled by the sudden movement and saw Su Hao's cold and strict gaze.

"What were you talking about just now?" Su Hao asked.

The National Wehrmacht Captain was a little panicked and stammered: "I, I didn't say anything. Really, it's definitely not targeting you, absolutely nothing."

Pastor Torugar also heard the captain's words just now, walked over, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "I am a pastor, you'd better repeat what you said just now. Otherwise, you will get into a lot of trouble."

The captain's forehead suddenly had a lot of sweat beads. He wiped it hard and replied embarrassedly: "I said... this place is haunted."

“Haunted?”

"Yes"

Pharmacist Zhang Zhongyuan came over with a little disdain in his eyes and a little bit of doubt.

"This statement is really new. Haunted? I thought this word could only be heard in places where barbarians and civilizations retreated. Unexpectedly, it actually came from the mouth of an imperial soldier."

The National Wehrmacht Captain suddenly turned red: "I, I'm not lying. Here, this is really haunted."

"If you think this is haunted, my friend," said Reverend Torugar, "then, your subjective consciousness is affirming a superstition of acknowledging the existence of the soul and the devil. I have to remind you that you must be responsible for what you say. I believe that soldiers who stay on the battlefield for a long time will have mental abnormalities and understand the destructive effects of excessive fatigue and high nerve tension on the brain. Either way, it is understandable. But this is just an illusion of the mental consciousness in a state of exhaustion. Captain, your mission is over. Take your people out, go out and have a good meal, take a shower, and have a nap. I promise you no longer have those strange thoughts in your mind."

Although Torugar's words are harsh, the care and maintenance of them are obvious. The only god in the empire is the emperor. As the object of worship, there are as many as hundreds of heroes who have continued from the time of the founding of the human empire to this day. Some scholars, generals and warriors, ordinary people who have made outstanding contributions in other fields, and even some clergy whose names are engraved on monuments. In the "Charlem", they are all objects of worship recognized by the Holy See. In addition, no matter what goal they believe in, they will be regarded as heresy that must be severely punished.

In the Book of Documents, no statements about ghosts have been mentioned. Of course, sentences such as heroic souls appear in the Book of Documents. Whether literally or vaguely interpreted conceptually, "ghosts" and "heroes" are simply two kinds of things. The former will be regarded by the Holy See as a potential enemy that must be eliminated at any time, while the latter can be used as objects of worship and even become the target of inspiring soldiers to move forward bravely on the battlefield.

Torugar was helping the National Defense Forces captain. He was originally a clergyman. If he had to investigate this matter in depth, the captain could be arrested on the spot as a crime such as "supercreation heresy" or "spreading terrifying remarks". If he was sent to the Army Political Review Office, the result and outcome would probably be not just as simple as taking off his military uniform, but would be directly transferred to a hard labor mine and stay there forever in the name of "purifying the mind".

"No, I don't believe in the devil"

The captain's reaction was not slow, and he was very grateful to Torugar for helping him at this time. But the more this happened, the more the captain felt that he should explain the problem clearly to the successors of the subsequent tasks.

“I mean, there is something wrong with this place.”

The air was thin, and the Captain of the National Wehrmacht was too excited and almost breathless. His face behind the respirator turned white and covered in sweat: "There are mountains everywhere here. I have asked the locals here, and they often hear some inexplicable sounds. You can ask anyone to clarify this. The locals believe that when a man is alone in the mountains, he will hear some sounds and the sounds that call him."

Zhang Zhongyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked subconsciously: "It should be an hallucination, right? This place is located at a higher altitude, and the brain often produces non-subjective conscious hallucinations when it is hypoxia. Maybe, this is what you call haunted?"

"No, that's not the case."

The captain shook his head repeatedly: "This is a very ancient legend. All the mountain people here know that my soldiers can also testify."

"It should be just superstition."

Torugar shook his head: "The Pjia UU space is the birthplace of low civilizations. When it was discovered, it was still more than 2,700 years ago. Only preliminary exploration was carried out here, and no valuable resources were found. The exploration team met some local natives with very slow civilization process. According to our standards, these people have not yet entered the slave society, and worship of unknown things is also carried out through shamans and wizards. I know that there are many so-called temples they built in this space field, and these natives are in the dark age of faith. This is not surprising. It is our goal here to bring light to ignorant people.

Su Hao was about to speak to end the seemingly endless debate. At this moment, the soldiers in charge of communication in the combat team trotted over and saluted him.

"Is there anything wrong?"

The soldier had a rather weird expression on his face: "Sir, our communication band is not very stable."

"Is there something wrong with the communicator?"

Su Hao asked: "Is it a mechanical failure? Or is there a noise or a line break?"

"I don't know either, it sounds like some kind of energy fluctuation."

The communications sold the receiver and fiddled with his right hand on the operating table in front of his chest: "When I came, I heard that other troops had encountered similar situations here. They thought it might be due to the atmosphere, but there was no evidence and it was impossible to figure it out."

"The disturbance caused by energy fluctuations?"

"Yes, sir. I just contacted the command center at the foot of the mountain. They did not detect any energy turbulence. They replied that it might be just an echo generated by the surface of this space field. The terrain here is very special, with mountains everywhere, especially between valleys. Any sound may cause fluctuations with a wide range of transmission.

Su Hao put the receiver close to his ear and heard many harsh and slight explosions. It was like the crazyest chaos before the electronic instrument was suddenly flooded, sparked by electric sparks, and the short circuit stopped.

"This seems to be getting worse."

Under the preconceived concept, Su Hao also believed that this was a poor communication caused by energy turbulence. As he spoke, he adjusted his helmet and tried the communication channel. The "hiss" noise was still there, but now it seemed to have become a bit regular. It no longer sounded chaotic, as if it was some very slight, and vague words.

The team's communication systems were connected. In addition to Su Hao and the communication soldiers, Torugar and Zhang Zhongyuan who were present also heard it. The National Defense Forces captain standing beside him adjusted the communication channel and dialed to the same band as the 118 team. Soon, his face turned pale.

The communications soldier did not pay attention to the change in the captain's expression. He looked at Su Hao and asked curiously: "Sir, what are these sounds?"

Su Hao frowned and thought intently: "I don't know, I don't hear it very clearly. Um... Could it be the sound of speaking?"

The communications soldier shook his head: "It's hard to say. Sir, look at the display readings, this is just a general disturbance. Maybe our channel happened to be a radio from a military base? This kind of thing often happens between military channels."

Su Hao is not a professional and technical staff member. He decided to hand over the right to deal with the problem to the telecommunications troop, saying: "When we act, we need a clear communication environment. Do something and restore it as soon as possible."

The communications soldier shrugged and began to debug some switches: "I can try to clear this signal, I can walk it in the signal filter, maybe lock the channel a little... Well that's it."

In Su Hao's ears, the chaotic noise suddenly became even more noisy and messy. This situation lasted for about five or six seconds, and then everything calmed down.

“It’s much better.”

After just saying these words, Su Hao's expression immediately became frozen, and then he was stunned.

Now, the "hissing" noise disappeared. Su Hao heard a clear voice from the microphone. The sound was very weak and very far away, as if a wisp of invisible air floating in front of him, but the words were clearer than before.

"I need help, I hate those who make this place like this... The world will eventually become nothingness... nothingness..."

"What the hell is that?"

Su Hao asked, while holding his breath and trying to identify it. The sound was too far away, like a silk thread, and it was difficult to catch traces.

Pharmacist Zhang Zhongyuan and pastor Torugar also constantly adjust the communicators on their helmets. Their expressions were equally serious, and their eyes were full of questions, but they could not find any answers from each other.

The communication soldier leaned on his headphones and listened for a while, and then observed the debugging data together.

"I might be able to avoid this disturbance."

He said, touching a switch in the dashboard with his hand. Suddenly, the signal in the headphones suddenly became clear.

The pastor Torugal's face suddenly changed drastically and he kept shouting: "The Emperor is above, what is this?"

Su Hao was listening hard. The sound was like the dryest wind in the desert, which was frightening, and rolling back and forth in the hot sky, ruthlessly cutting the sanity deep in the brain.

"I have to leave here, there are dead people everywhere. I need help, I hate those who have turned this into this. What have you been doing? You are destroying yourself. Everything you do today will receive the cruelest and most painful revenge in the future. I curse you, I hate you. This world will eventually become nothingness, and everything will return to its origin. The fruit you are proud of is just a pile of rotten garbage. You think you have created the greatest existence, but you did not expect that the devil is just a gorgeous coat of garbled. I will wait for you here and watch you, and everything will become nothingness."

The voice disappeared. The communication channel became quiet again, with only one or two short echoes occasionally.

The communication soldier slowly put down his headphones and looked at Su Hao. He opened his eyes wide, and his young face was filled with fear. This made Su Hao a little dissatisfied. No matter what the voice wanted to express, it was just an empty level without any actual actions. Just like someone shouting to kill you, the voice could not cause any harm to you before he had any actual actions. As a legion soldier, you should not be affected by this external factor, and you should not feel afraid.

Looking at Su Hao's cold expression, the communication soldier quickly woke up. He felt that he was very disobedient. He lowered his head and whispered embarrassedly: "Sir, I, I don't know what that is. I, I have to ask you to forgive me."

"I know"

Su Hao patted his shoulder gently and said seriously: "Our enemies want us to be scared. This is just a trick it uses to disguise and conceal. Dark creatures have always been like this. Their mouths are wide open, their teeth are very sharp and long, and they look hideous and terrifying, but in fact, they are all idiots who can't even use guns."

From the earth to the third stage of the world, Su Hao already knew how to observe his subordinates and how to restore their confidence in simple and clear words. These leaders learned knowledge very effectively. Although the l18 team is a newly formed recruit unit, Su Hao is very popular with the soldiers. Especially in dealing with these small things, he can accumulate his prestige step by step.

Looking at the back of the communications soldier turning around and leaving, the long-silent Wehrmacht Captain took off the breathing mask from his head, revealing a fearful, pale, incredible face.

"You, you all heard it just now. I mean this one by haunted."

The captain's voice was trembling, hoarse, and almost lost its voice: "Since we first started attacking the hillside, we could hear these sounds. I really didn't lie, those whispers, in the night, sometimes even in broad daylight, as long as there was no one around. It didn't even use a communicator, and it never disappeared."

Su Hao stared at the captain standing in front of him. He never believed in any ghosts. Su Hao had the same understanding of this as the Imperial Holy See. Although it was not his intention to come to the space field of Paka UU, under the current circumstances, he could only follow Dai Xiaolou's arrangements and constantly gain more power as a member of the main legion. As for the ghosts and the inexplicable voices just now, it had nothing to do with Su Hao. What he had to do was ignore and ignore. Even if there was a ghost, he would still wield a chainsaw sword to cut it into pieces.

"Whatever the sound is, it has no courage to appear before us."

Su Hao made a conclusion on this matter in an unquestionable tone: "It is just trying to make us feel scared. From this point of view, there is actually nothing worth terrifying at all. Even a real ghost is just a coward who is not worth mentioning than a mouse."

Pharmacist Zhang Zhongyuan agreed with Su Hao's words and nodded slowly. His expression was slightly gentler than before on the personnel carrier, but he still looked cold. Su Hao guessed that this was probably his eternal expression pattern. Maybe this was the way the facial muscles grew and fixed.

The Reverend Torugar is much sunny. He smiles brightly, and he is not as cautious as other clergy as he hears blasphemy words as if he is facing a great enemy. This greatly relieves the psychological burden of the National Wehrmacht Captain and no longer feels fearful of that voice.

But it is certain that the captain is indeed a man who talks too much. Just as the matter was about to end, he suddenly added another sentence.

"Fear is not scary. But this trick works, isn't it?"

Dozens of tired-looking National Defense Forces soldiers walked out of the steel-concrete bunker and lined up into the bitter mountain wind. They were obviously satisfied with the end of their mission, with a relaxed expression. When they passed by the soldiers who replaced their legion, they would say a few jokes. However, this relaxed atmosphere did not last long. In the communicator of Su Hao's armor and helmet, that kind of slight sound came from the communicator.

"Everything you do today will receive the cruelest and most painful revenge in the future. I curse you, and I hate you."

Su Hao has to admit that the enemy's fear transmission tactics are really excellent. God knows how they use to transmit sound waves? In this mysterious whisper, uneasy emotions can easily breed. To put it bluntly, this little trick is actually not worth mentioning. As long as the magnetic energy field is preset, it can produce the same effect with the assistance of special terrain.

However, the Legionnaires are all the best selected people and will not be moved or deceived by such tricks.

The members of the l18 team stood or sat on the position, listening to the murmurs in their helmets.
Chapter completed!