A military horror novel that sends chills down everyone’s spine. Over sixty years ago, six soldiers from the 6th Platoon of a spearhead company became separated from their main force, only to discover that a terrifying entity—whose nature no one could fathom—had quietly joined their ranks.Pursued by the enemy, these six fearless soldiers, each possessing extraordinary skills, brought this eerie entity into the enemy’s midst, causing a Japanese unit’s camp to be engulfed in flames, with every member of that unit perishing.
A military horror novel that sends chills down everyone’s spine. Over sixty years ago, six soldiers from the 6th Platoon of a spearhead company became separated from their main force, only to discover that a terrifying entity—whose nature no one could fathom—had quietly joined their ranks.Pursued by the enemy, these six fearless soldiers, each possessing extraordinary skills, brought this eerie entity into the enemy’s midst, causing a Japanese unit’s camp to be engulfed in flames, with every member of that unit perishing.
Prologue On January 7, 2008, I boarded the 10:00 p. m. train to Xuzhou. The train was already full, so I walked the length of the train all the way to the rear. The rear carriage was vast, the lights were off, and there wasn’t a soul in sight. I sat there for quite a while before someone finally entered the carriage. I was secretly pleased, thinking it would be nice to have someone to chat with along the way. The person seemed to read my mind and sat down across from me. “Heading to Xuzhou?” I asked tentatively. “Mm-hmm,” the person replied. I could tell from his accent that he wasn’t from Xuzhou, so I asked, “Visiting relatives?” The man fell silent for a moment. “No, I fought there. I’m going to visit my comrades buried there.” “Oh, you fought in a war… I admire that… Wait, where did you say you fought?!” I sat up straight. Judging by his voice, the man across from me was in his thirties. When had there been a war in Xuzhou in the last few decades?! “The Battle of Xuzhou (Note 1). Those damn Japs—they were lying in ambush on the mountains, firing down at us,” the man across from me said flatly. “In that battle, all of us died.” I was startled and asked him in shock, “Th-then, which unit were you in before?” “The Spearhead Company of the 31st Army of the National Revolutionary Army,” the man said. I licked my parched lips. Whether the man sitting across from me was a madman or some kind of evil spirit, I was ready to make my escape—but his right hand suddenly clamped down on my shoulder. Although two fingers were missing from his hand, it was as hard as cast iron. I was both frightened and furious, yet I couldn’t pry his hand off no matter how hard I tried. Just as I was about to call him a madman, the man suddenly muttered, “Have you ever been to Liangshan Pass?” Once he started talking, he didn’t stop. Later, I wished he had been a madman.
