"This is the Second Brigade of the Fifth Infantry Wing of the Eighth Army Division. I'm Captain Shencheng Wenji... Any unit, please reply when you receive it!"

"...On the fourth day of the march, the team finally returned to the correct route... However, we no longer have any physical strength to move forward..."

"I have seen countless figures hidden in the wind and snow! My ears are filled with whispers of 'I want to eat his hand', 'Don't worry everyone has a share', 'That foot belongs to me'... "

"Whatever that is, they are waiting, waiting to eat our frozen corpses!"

Ignoring the chaotic and weird atmosphere in the car, the radio of "Shencheng Wenji" continued to be transmitted from the mobile phone.

"I'm Wenji Shencheng, captain of the 2nd Brigade of the 5th Infantry Wing of the 8th Army Division. This is the last time I call for help by radio. After that, I will order the remaining 30 people to disband and escape on the spot..."

"Any unit that receives this radio communication... don't have to try to reply, please immediately inform the Northeast Army Base Camp of the situation and request search and rescue..."

Here, the radio communication from "Shencheng Wenji" came to an abrupt end.

"..."

The whole train regained its tranquility again, and everyone was still immersed in the emotions of "Shencheng Wenji" that became more and more dazed, desperate, and crazy day by day.

"I remembered! Not far from here, is the Hakkoda Mountain..."

After a while, in the compartment where Fujiwara Takumi was, the middle-aged man with an Aomori accent suddenly threw his frost-covered mobile phone far across the aisle, and let out a painful wailing: "We must have met back then. The 'Snow Soul' from the mountain disaster is gone!"

"Snow Soul? Hakko Tian Mountain?"

Hearing the man's words, the team members standing beside Fujiwara Takumi thought for a while, and then their expressions changed: "Did he mean 'Hakkoda Mountain Difficulty'..."

The Hakkoda Mountain Disaster is the largest mountain disaster event in Japan's modern history, and the epic negative teaching material for the snow march. They who have served in the peacekeeping force have naturally reviewed it.

In 1902, a 210-man regiment of the Eighth Division of the Japanese Army set off in Aomori Prefecture and went to Hakkoda Mountain to perform a marching exercise.

Originally planned for a two-day exercise with a distance of 20 kilometers, the team did not return until the fifth day.

The Japanese Army, who noticed something was wrong, sent a rescue team of more than 10,000 people to search the mountain for 11 days.

In the end, the 210-person team rescued only 11 survivors, more than half of whom had amputations.

It is said that when Captain Shencheng Wenji, who led the team, was found, his entire body had been frozen into ice cubes and buried in the snow, and the medical staff could not inject emergency medicines through the skin into his body.

After injecting the drug through the tongue, Shencheng Wenji briefly regained consciousness and said vaguely, "Buy it, they won't be able to eat me", and then passed away.

Due to the tragic nature of this exercise, it can be said that there is no one in the past and no one since. Even Emperor Meiji issued an imperial edict to reassure the soul.

What the team experienced in Blizzard is still a mystery, with only fragmentary clues from the delirious and amputated survivors.

Although later generations have carried out a lot of analysis on this mountain disaster, and pointed out various reasons such as refusal of local guides, insufficient cold protection equipment, shallow survival experience in the snow, sudden blizzard, etc., it still cannot cover up the 210-person team in two days. The absurd fact of annihilation in a twenty-kilometer march.

"So, is this 'radio' from the dead soul of the army in the mountains?"

After listening to the introduction about this tragic history, Fujiwara Takukai's calf trembled even more, and small golden chrysanthemums continued to bloom all over his body.

"However, the Aomori Shinkansen has been running for so many years, and there has not been any abnormal record. Why is it now..."

"Passengers, please trust the professionalism of the crew, and don't leave the carriage without authorization. There are no people in the mountains... zi zi zi... marching on the ice in the snow, where is the river and where is the road, I don't know! "

The female flight attendant's broadcast suddenly ended, and it turned into the low-pitched and hoarse singing of countless men.

"When marching on the ice and marching in the snow, you can't tell which is the river and which is the road!"

This is a sad and powerful song that reveals despair and boredom.

"You can't stay even if the horse falls and is lost, this is a country full of enemies!

"This song is... Marching in the Snow?"

Several members of the mobile team immediately recognized this ancient military song.

The song "March in the Snow" is loved by soldiers with its close-to-life lyrics and low and powerful tone, and is highly sung. However, the lyrics of the song are full of extreme despair and war-weariness, and are considered by the Japanese military as "a song of cowardice" ', was once banned from singing during the war.

"It doesn't matter if you have the courage to smoke a cigarette first, even if people are panicked, there are only two cigarettes left."

This military song, which was originally a sad tune, was sung in unison by these stiff, dull, and hoarse male voices, as if wandering in the pain of the resentful spirits in hell.

"Uncooked dried fish, half-cooked rice, eat it while you still have half your life."

"Wait, this is..."

As the singing continued, the warmth in the car disappeared, and a thin layer of ice had already climbed on the glass windows on the inside.

"Why is it so cold, is the air conditioner broken?"

"I saw a figure outside the window just now, so scary..."

"No, I can't stay in this terrible place any longer!"

A strong sense of helplessness, fear and despair pervaded the carriage along with the dull military songs and the cold air.

Dominated by the fear that came from nowhere~lightnovelpub.net~ Some passengers began to take out emergency window hammers and beat them **** the frost-filled car windows.

As one of the car windows shattered, the violent snow could not wait to pour in.

The golden chrysanthemum pattern spiritual power that originally sheltered the entire train collapsed instantly.

"It's not good... the Sanctuary Society of Shinto Arts like this..."

In the eyes of Fujiwara Takukai and the others, there was a trace of grievances visible to the naked eye as they entered the carriage amid the wind and snow.

At the same time, a young man who was pulled out of the car window was already running on the dark snow.

"Even though the campfire was lit, it was still unbearably cold. The damp wood was smoking, of course it was choking."

As the snow fell, several figures in neat queues and slowly marching appeared in his sight.

"Wait, don't go out!!!"

Noticing the abnormality outside the car window, Onodera hurriedly called out loudly.

But his voice was swallowed up by the snow that kept pouring into the carriage.

"Are there any nearby farmers? Great, help..."

The man stepped forward with a look of joy, but found that these people were not dressed like "farmers".

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