Seeing this team of soldiers from World War II approaching slowly, Charlotte was extremely nervous and grabbed Ye Qingchuan's sleeves tightly.

"You will protect me, right?"

Ye Qingchuan didn't expect to hear such words from her mouth, and couldn't help laughing, "Why, my wife is scared?"

Thinking of her being so arrogant, she felt a different feeling of teasing at this time.

Charlotte said nothing. Although she killed people like a numb, she relied on her cultivation. In addition, those who died under her sword were all cultivators who had been destroyed by the deposed soul seal. She had long been numb to the fear in human nature.

But now is different from the past. She has changed from an executioner to a weak woman, and that innate cowardice has once again filled her heart.

The only support she can rely on now is the mysterious man in black beside her.

Moreover, Charlotte always finds a sense of familiarity in this person, but he just can't remember where he has seen it.

Ye Qingchuan is not much better than her. Once the magic method of changing shapes is restrained, he is just a mortal.

But before he figured out the matter, he felt that running was meaningless, "Can you talk about moral education?"

"Yeah!" Charlotte nodded. She had studied in Germany and was quite proficient in Germanic languages.

Ye Qingchuan felt at ease and immediately met him. The soldier on the side was very alert and immediately raised his gun.

After all, Charlotte was a woman. She shouted a few words in a gurgling voice, and soon an officer came up and the two began to negotiate.

Although Ye Qingchuan received a lot of awards, he was still reading less and could only observe his expressions from the side. He saw that the two of them seemed to be discussing something incredible, with rich expressions on their faces.

Before he could finish, Charlotte explained to him, "They are the reinforcements of the Ninth Guard Armored Division, with a total of ten people. On January 2, 1943, they were ordered to reinforce the Stalin battlefield. Yesterday, they lost contact with the division troops and came to this inexplicable place. They had been wandering around for a whole day!"

Ye Qingchuan's chin almost fell to the ground, "This is not 1943, it is now the twenty-first century!"

Charlotte frowned, feeling that this fact was too unusual.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the captain and officer gave the order and the troops were repaired on the spot.

They were a combat force with strict military discipline and had no intention of making things difficult for Ye Qingchuan and Charlotte. They also enthusiastically distributed the canned food and lunch meat to them.

Ye Qingchuan is a cultivator and can independently regulate metabolism. As long as the Netherworld Soul Fog is sufficient, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t eat or drink.

However, Charlotte kept advising him, "Everyone is so happy, you can give me some face, don't make others think you are too rude!"

"You just want to see my true face of Mount Lu, and I'm afraid you will disappoint!" Ye Qingchuan was not fooled.

Charlotte felt bored, so he sat by the campfire with everyone and gnawed the cans from more than 80 years ago.

Of course, this can is fresh and has not expired.

Ye Qingchuan also distributed his Greater China cigarettes to the soldiers and had a friendly interaction.

The captain stared at the filter on the cigarette and was amazed, and raised his thumbs up at Ye Qingchuan, swallowing clouds and mist.

Ye Qingchuan was so generous, like a magic trick, he took a cigarette out of the Qingguang Shou, "Take it and smoke it, don't be polite!"

The captain played with his windproof lighter and kept beating him, laughing like a fool, making him very funny.

Seeing this, Ye Qingchuan felt sorry for him and gave him the lighter.

The captain may have felt embarrassed to take so many things, so he pulled out the shell gun from the holster and handed it to Ye Qingchuan. It was also considered a polite exchange.

Ye Qingchuan didn't think it was rare, and Charlotte looked even more disgusted. For cultivators, as soon as the soul shield was opened, this kinetic energy weapon was similar to a slingshot.

The captain and his soldiers had military orders. After eating and drinking, they had to continue to find a way out. After a little repair, they shook hands with Ye Qingchuan and said goodbye.

Before they parted, Charlotte also taught a soldier to use his mobile phone and took a group photo for everyone.

The Tiger tank roared with the motor and started again.

Ye Qingchuan watched the team walk away, and the captain turned around and waved to them as he walked. Everyone's face was filled with enthusiasm for transcending time and space.

"What should we do?" Charlotte came over and asked.

Ye Qingchuan shook his head and could only continue walking forward. Maybe he would find something.

"ah!"

The two walked for a while, and a scream suddenly sounded behind Ye Qingfeng.

He suddenly turned around, "What's wrong?"

Charlotte looked frightened and pointed at his phone and said tremblingly, "Hell, this is impossible!"

Ye Qingchuan walked over and took the phone from her hand. He saw a photo in the album: He and the captain were armed with each other, and Charlotte stood beside him. Behind the three of them was a tiger tank with the '017' number sprayed.

Nine soldiers stood on both sides.

"What the hell is it?" Ye Qingchuan said strangely. He really didn't notice anything unusual in the photo.

"There is one more person in the photo, can't you see it?" Charlotte said seriously.

"One more person?" Ye Qingchuan counted carefully, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7...12, That's right, ten soldiers, plus the two of us, aren't there exactly twelve people?"

"Who is the one who took the photo?"

Ye Qingchuan was stunned.

Yes, all the twelve people are in the photos. Isn’t the extra person just a hell?

When they think back, they didn't remember the person who took the photo.

"It's not strange, but the monster will be defeated!" Ye Qingchuan said. He comforted Charlotte. In fact, he was so panicked that he didn't dare to think about it anymore, so as not to create any terrible illusion, and the two of them would have no way to survive.

Charlotte was restless and said ill-fatedly, "Actually, when I was 14 years old, I experienced a terrible thing. That illusion body was very powerful..."

"Okay, let alone the big-headed son and little-headed father!"

Ye Qingchuan interrupted her, and her words touched Charlotte's most terrifying psychological shadow.

"How did you know? Who are you?" She retreated in panic. She had never told anyone about that, but this mysterious man seemed to know everything.

Isn't this scary?

For a moment, she suspected that this person was also a fantasy body she had imagined.

Ye Qingchuan had a moment of silence and had to patiently coax her, "Don't panic, it's okay. If I want to harm you, how could I wait until now?"

Charlotte thought about it and said that this person was unfathomable. Even if he had the strength of a cultivator of the second tribulation, he might not be able to beat him. If the other party was really malicious, he really didn't have to wait until now.

Not to mention sharing the relics with her, can’t you eat them alone?

Thinking of it, Charlotte's mood calmed a little bit again and said seriously, "Who are you? Do you dare to take off your mask and let me see your true face!"

Ye Qingchuan said lightly, "I am ugly and I am afraid of scaring you. I have told you that I am my husband!"

Charlotte spat lightly, pursed her lips and smiled, speeding up and following.

After walking for a while, they stopped.

The two of them widened their eyes and stared at the Tiger tank ahead.

The tiger tank has been scrapped, the body is covered with rust and covered with moist moss, like a silent corpse.

Ye Qingchuan took a deep breath, walked over with the courage, reached out to tear off a piece of moss, and turned around and saw Charlotte's strange eyes.

He seemed to have guessed something, turned around and looked,

The body number of the scrapped Tiger tank is exactly ‘017’.

He lowered his head and looked around, and pushed apart a strand of weeds, revealing the bones below.

“1,2,3,4,5,6,7…10!”

Ye Qingchuan counted, no more or less, just the bones of ten soldiers.

Since those people have long died...

At this time, Ye Qingchuan took out the pistol given by the officer...

Where is a pistol?

That is a human hand bone!

"vomit!"
Chapter completed!