I sat on the ground and took a few breaths, and looked around with a flashlight.
This warehouse was really not small, with all kinds of materials piled up like mountains.
How could I not find any trace of it outside in such a large space?
I calculated based on the direction and distance I had just run, and then I suddenly realized that the entire hill on the west side of Yerengou had been hollowed out and built into an underground fortress.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is right.
It can be said that Japan has devoted all its national power to Manchuria.
The heavy industrial bases that maintained the entire war situation are almost all located in Manchuria.
Especially after the Japanese mainland was attacked by the US military, Manchuria became Japan's.
In the strategic rear area, in order to consolidate defense, especially against the Soviet Union in the north, the Kwantung Army built countless underground fortresses in Manchuria, all of which were permanent defenses. this place Although it belonged to Inner Mongolia, it was also an area occupied by the Japanese army at that time.
Japanese senior officials believed that guarding Manchuria but not Mongolia was like guarding the river but not the beach.
It was natural to establish peripheral defense facilities in Manchuria on the Sino-Mongolian border.
Heifengkou is a battleground for military strategists.
If the Soviet army attacks from the grasslands, it must pass through.
However, in the end the Soviets still chose to attack from Manchuria.
This painstakingly managed underground fortress has no strategic significance. .
Presumably, the defenders in the fortress learned about the unconditional surrender after receiving the emperor's message to all the people on the radio.
Their morale was demoralized, some committed suicide, and some ran away.
The fat man stood up and rubbed his butt.
He had fallen hard in the tomb.
He pulled two pieces of cloth from his clothes and asked Yingzi to help him bandage the wounds on his hands.
The fat man felt pain all over his body and cursed Hong Jian outside.
The fat man took out two pieces of jade he dug out from the hands of the ancient corpse and said, "I won't return it.
You can go back if you want.
I can bring you 20,000 yuan.
You can also get food stamps if you don't have money.
Hey, Old Hu, look at what's going on with this jade." " I took it over and took a look.
The originally emerald green jade has now turned light yellow.
I can’t explain why.
Only now do I feel that my experience and knowledge are too limited.
It’s a bit self-aggrandizing, and now it seems I have to continue learning.
But we had already taken this thing, so it was useless to worry about it.
I stood up and called them to take action: "Let's go inside and see if there are any guns and ammunition.
It's best to have a tank and drive out."
The red-haired monster was crushed into meat patties."
The fat man asked me: "Without your military knowledge, there would be no tanks here."
I said, "Can we go in and take a look first?
In fact, even if there is a tank, I'm afraid it won't be able to drive.
It's been almost forty years.
After such a long time, even if it is maintained every day, it should have been scrapped long ago."
The passages inside Gnaku are intricate and complicated, like a maze.
In order to avoid getting lost, we slid along the wall to find the exit.
The passages of the underground fortress and the Gnaku have very high arc-shaped roofs.
This is a water-proof structure.
If you shine a flashlight upward, you can see that there are emergency lights and pipelines installed on them. , if you can find a generator, you should be able to find a way to turn these lights on.
Before walking far, I saw a map of the fortress on the wall, which marked some main passages, communication trenches, warehouses, hiding caves, shower rooms, barracks, rest rooms, grain warehouses, drainage pipes, power stations, etc.
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Auxiliary facilities, as for gun positions and ventilation Important positions such as the hole, counterattack hole, observation hole, combat command room, and concealment department are not marked.
Inside the hill, the fortress is also divided into three layers.
Its complex structure and large scale show that the Kwantung Army was The importance attached to this military base.
I took the map off the wall.
Based on my experience as an engineer who built military facilities in the Kunlun Mountains, now that I have the map in hand, I don't have to worry about finding the exit.
The scale of this secret underground fortress exceeded my imagination.
Its depth reached 30 kilometers, and its frontal defense width was more than 60 kilometers.
It turned out that the hills on both sides of Yerengou were completely hollowed out, forming a It consists of two permanent support fortifications that rely on each other.
There are three passages in the middle that cross the Savage Ditch and connect the fortresses under the hills on both sides.
The underground passage we broke through the wall from the tomb of General Jin Guo was the lowest of these three passages.
The two ends of the fortress are thick and thin in the middle.
Although the two sides are large, there are only three passages connecting them in the middle.
This may also be due to tactical needs.
Once one of the fortresses is captured by the enemy, the passages can still be cut off and the other end can be defended.
Judging from our location, the nearest exit is not too far away.
I just don’t know if the Kwantung Army destroyed the exit of the fortress when they retreated.
Otherwise, we can only go back through the ancient tomb.
We can also try Try climbing out through a vent or something.
I suddenly thought of what we did on the hillside last night.
The horse was torn open by a monster in the underground cave.
Could that cave be the vent of a fortress?
The unknown monster dug the hole with its claws.
If the hole is really a vent, don't expect to climb out from there.
The hole is too narrow, and we can also conclude that the monster is not the huge red cat we just encountered.
I told Yingzi and Fatty my thoughts and asked them to advise on how to go out next.
The fat man said: "Hey, Old Hu, if you didn't mention it, I would have really forgotten that the monster that attacked our horses may have used this underground fortress as its home.
If we wander around like this, we might run into it.
We have to think of ways to find some weapons to defend ourselves first.”
I said: "Yes, be prepared.
If the exit is destroyed and we have to crawl out of the robbery hole in the ancient tomb, we will have to have a head-on conflict with the red beast again.
There should be one in the Gnaku.
The area is for weapons and equipment.
Let's go see if there are any handy guys.
Each of us can get a few items.
It's best to find the Japanese field melon grenades.
These grenades have a long shelf life and are very powerful.
They can be used to deal with them.
The red-haired monster is just right.”
The Gnaku was filled with various military-style coats, blankets, dry batteries, lunch boxes, gas masks and other supplies.
Because the air was relatively dry, the supplies were well preserved.
I picked up a few Japanese Springfield-style gas masks.
Enter the bag and finally find a place to store weapons on the right side of the Gnaku.
There are many wooden boxes containing firearms stacked on the iron shelves.
There are no machine guns.
All they have are Arisaka-type rifles, which is what we commonly call the "38-type Gaier" or "38-type". .
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There were several 60-gun cannons beside the wall, but there wasn't a single shell nearby.
The fat man pried open a wooden box containing rifles, grabbed one of the rifles, pulled the bolt with a clatter, shined a flashlight into the bolt, and said to me: "Old Hu, this gun can still be used.
It is a new gun that has not been opened, the mechanical parts are all oiled, and it has not been loaded with bullets. " Eiko and I also each took a gun.
I raised the Arisaka rifle, took aim, and then threw it back: "This little Japanese gun only has five rounds of ammunition.
It is a non-automatic rotating bolt.
The bounce is too slow and the recoil is so strong that I can’t get used to it.”
Yingzi asked me: "How good is this gun?
It's very powerful.
My uncle used to use a gun like this when he first joined the Northeast Democratic Alliance Army.
Brother Hu, why don't you like using it?"
Before I could answer, the fat man interrupted and said, "Don't pay attention to him.
He plays with semi-automatic weapons every day in the army and is used to getting into trouble.
Of course he doesn't like such outdated guns.
Just in case we encounter him again."
What kind of ghosts are we here?
Stand behind him and take a good look at what he can do with his bare hands."
As he spoke, he found an ammunition box from the bottom and opened it.
It was full of bullets wrapped in oilcloth, which was reflected by the light of the flashlight.
Shining with yellow golden light.
Fatty's father doted on him since he was a child and started playing with guns for him since he could walk.
He was already an expert with guns when he was in junior high school.
The principles of rifles are similar.
Although Fatty had never used an Arisaka rifle before, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all.
When he saw ammunition, he picked up the bullets and pressed them skillfully into the rifle.
He easily clicked the bolt, raised it and aimed at me. .
I quickly pushed the muzzle of his gun away: "Don't fucking aim blindly at the loaded gun.
The muzzle of the gun is not meant to be pointed at your own comrades.
Only the muzzle of the traitor's gun is pointed at your own people.
I don't I like to use this kind of gun because this type 38 is not suitable for close combat at all.
The penetrating power of the bullet is too great.
Li, one shot can shoot through three or four people.
Unless it is a hand-to-hand combat with a bayonet, it is easy to hurt one's own people.
In addition, there are many steel facilities inside the underground fortress.
Once the bullet hits the steel plate, there will be no trace of it.
The random ricochet might not hit the enemy, but it will take care of your own people first.”
The fat man patted his chest and said to me confidently: "As for our marksmanship, I'm not just bragging about it.
After so many years, you should know it.
It's just like running through the poplar with a hundred steps, riding a horse and lighting a lamp.
How could I miss it and hit you?"
If you don’t believe me on the steel plate, I’ll try placing an egg on your head later.”
I interrupted him: "The more he talks, the more nonsense he says.
Is it easy for me to grow a brain?
My brain is used to think about life, not to put an egg for you to use as a target.
Let's stop being boring, okay?"
, see what other weapons are available.
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I always feel that this kind of rifle is not a problem.
After all, it has been eliminated for many years.
Weapons and rifles are very easy to misfire as they age.
When I was on the front line in Vietnam, a migrant worker who helped transport frontline supplies stole an old German-made weapon that we captured from the Vietnamese militiamen, and it misfired while climbing a mountain.
It happened to give a discount to the waist of one of the deputy leaders of our group.
This is no joke.
We pried open the boxes on the shelf one by one, looking for a few field melon grenades.
Unexpectedly, we found a dozen submachine guns in a wooden box painted with a plaster flag.
The shape of the gun is very strange.
It looks a bit like the British Stein submachine gun.
The magazine is inserted horizontally on the left side of the gun body.
The difference from the British Stein is that the magazine of these guns is curved and there is a wooden box at the back.
Making gun stocks.
Yingzi asked me: "Brother Hu, what kind of gun is this?
Is this shape crooked?"
I pulled the bolt of the submachine gun, then took off the magazine and looked at it: "This may be a Japanese-made 100-type submachine gun.
It was only equipped to the army in the late war.
The production volume is relatively small, so it is rare.
It may be for It is only equipped to deal with the Soviet army.
This gun is much easier to use than the Type 38.
It is especially suitable for close combat.
Even if it malfunctions, it will jam at best.
It will not use the back door or misfire.
You and the fat man should stop using rifles and use a submachine gun to defend yourself. " Yingzi had never used a submachine gun and didn't know how to handle it.
He used two flashlights to illuminate us.
Fatty found a box of submachine gun bullets, and he and I loaded bullets into the shuttle.
I hummed a little tune and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.
Now I am in a good mood.
This time it is a fucking hit.
I have never touched a submachine gun since I left the army.
I think of using it in the army.
The feeling of the fifth and sixth postures makes my palms itch.
When I was feeling proud, Yingzi suddenly patted me on the shoulder and whispered: "Brother Hu, I seem to have seen a child running behind you."
How could a child be in this remote mountain and old forest, not to mention that this secret fortress is so deeply hidden?
How could a child suddenly appear out of the plains?
We were all squatting on the ground to load bullets.
Yingzi was squatting opposite me with a flashlight.
She accidentally used the flashlight light to sweep away and saw the figure of a child flashing past behind me.
I turned my head and looked around with my flashlight.
Behind me was a T-shaped passage.
It was pitch black and eerily quiet.
There was no sign of a child.
I asked Yingzi: "Is there any child that you are jealous of?"
Dazzled" Although Yingzi was bold, she was a girl from the mountains after all.
She had a strong sense of feudal superstition.
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At this moment, her face changed with fright: "I'm really not blind.
There really was a child running through the passage behind you.
It's impossible."
I was wrong, there were no footsteps, I just saw the figure of a child, he was so fast, he ran past in a swish, is there a ghost?"
When I asked Yingzi for details, she couldn't tell clearly.
She only said that she seemed to be a little girl in a trance, but she couldn't be sure.
She couldn't see clearly what kind of clothes she was wearing.
She looked about five or six years old.
The child ran over.
The direction is exactly the direction marked with the exit on the map.
The passage was only two meters away from me.
It was impossible for me not to hear a child running past in such a quiet place.
It was so silent, unless it was a ghost.
The underground fortress is an isolated world.
No one has come in for decades.
Who knows what is hidden in it.
What happened today has already caused us enough trouble.
It is better to do less than to do more.
If we can’t afford to offend, we can’t hide.
Are you up?
I immediately suggested taking a more detour to the exit of the fortress from the other side, instead of taking the passage where the child ran.
Yingzi was most afraid of ghosts and gods, and nodded in agreement: "Climbing an extra ten miles of slope is better than bumping into a wall built by ghosts."
The fat man disagreed: "Old Hu, I found that you have changed now.
Since you were demobilized from the army, you are not as fearless as before.
It is not like your style to be timid.
Why did Yingzi see a child running over today?
,you I'm telling you, we have to go around.
You two can't go around, so I'm going to take a shortcut.
I remember when we were Red Guards and went to the mountains and countryside, what did you say you were afraid of?
In those years, except Chairman Mao, who do you think we have convinced?"
I was speechless for a moment, as if it was indeed what the fat man said.
In the past, I was covered by the sky.
Since joining the army, until the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, my comrades around me sacrificed one after another.
I really saw countless After many times of bloodshed and death, to be honest, I have indeed become a bit of a mother-in-law now, and I cannot help but look forward and backward in everything I do.
Could it be that the passage of time has really taken away my courage and courage?
I said to the fat man: "How old are we now?
We are no better than before.
When we were Red Guards, we were really brave and fierce.
We would beat anyone we didn't like.
But it was a ridiculous era.
Looking back now, I feel ridiculous. sad."
The fat man said: "But at least in that era, you fought and charged.
I really can't bear to see you looking like this.
Do you still remember that on your sixteenth birthday, I gave you a gift?"
That long poem written in my notebook?”
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That notebook may have been wiped out by me a long time ago, and the fat man gave me many notebooks in those years, because his mother was a cadre of a logistics organization, and there were many notebooks at home.
I really can’t remember any long poems.
The fat man saw that I couldn't remember, so he said, "I'll recite a few sentences for you to listen to."
The fat man's Mandarin was very standard, and the others were also fat.
When he recited it, he really sounded like an announcer from the Central People's Broadcasting Station.
Just listen to him He said loudly: We "fight guerrilla" together in the park, and read books together in class.
"Destroying the Four Olds" on Xianyang Road and connecting Jinggangshan together.
On the eve of burying the imperial revisionist rebellion, and before marching into that world Beside the radio, we listened carefully to the Ministry of National Defense's declaration of war, word for word.
After the fat man impassionedly read the first sentence, I immediately remembered that it was a long narrative poem titled Tribute to the Warriors in World War III.
We are very familiar with this poem.
When we were Red Guards, we had recited it together hundreds of times.
It was our favorite rhyme, the most intimate words, and the youngest magnificent dream.
My mood became excited, Forgetting where I was, I couldn't help clenching my fists and reciting in unison with him: During the Third World War, which eliminated the last system of exploitation, we were in the same class.
From where our friendship started, we can no longer calculate it.
We only know that it is higher than the mountains and farther than the road.
In the trenches, we shared a piece of bread and a handful of salt.
Humming the same melody, they were covered with the same military blanket.
Word by word, line by line, the leader's thoughts, the great truth, we have studied it over and over again.
Do you remember that we once drank the water of the Matton River, stepped into the Ukrainian grasslands, climbed over the Ural plateau, and lit the red star of the Kremlin again?
We have followed the footsteps of the Commune, passed through the streets of Paris, and marched to every town, village, and harbor in Europe to the trembling points of the Internationale.
We have used the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem to stop the vicious bullets of Christians and planted the red flag on the banks of the Suez River.
The lake light of Switzerland, the lights of Pisa, the sunset of Yemen, the Buddhist temple in Phnom Penh, the cherry blossoms of Mount Fuji, the smoke of Havana, the red wine of Spain, the clear springs of black Africa All this has never made us miss it.
Because we all have guns in our hands and heavy responsibilities on our shoulders.
How many sleepless days and nights, how many bloody battles in the north and south.
In this way, our invincible team follows the red sun closely and moves forward indomitably.
Listen: The cries of brothers from the five continents are like a rolling torrent roaring into the sky.
Look: the righteous flag of slaves from all over the world is like a spark starting a prairie fire.
Ah, the world is all red and only a little bit of the White House is left.
Yingzi saw that the two of us were talking nonstop and couldn't understand what we were talking about.
He became impatient and interrupted us and said: "What are you talking about?
You are still talking vigorously.
Why haven't you finished talking yet?"
It's getting late now.
No matter which way we go, we should leave.
If you two are willing to wait until we get out, we can talk about it."
The fat man picked up the Bai-type submachine gun and inserted four or five magazines into his waist.
With a determined expression, he waved his hand and pointed ahead: "Comrades, victory is ahead, come with me."
So, the fat man took the lead and walked in front, Yingzi was in the middle, and I stood behind.
The three of them formed a column and walked towards the passage where Yingzi said he saw the child running.
This is a slightly sloping upward road.
After walking for more than a hundred meters, it turns into upward steps.
It seems that it has entered the interior of the hills of Yerengou.
The passage is getting narrower and narrower, and the humidity is higher than below.
It is difficult to breathe in it, and there is a depressing feeling like being buried alive.
The three people were very close, and for some reason the fat man walking in front suddenly stopped.
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He stopped suddenly.
Yingzi who was following him was unprepared and bumped into his back.
Yingzi was hit by him and fell backwards from the steps.
I quickly supported Yingzi from behind and asked the fat man: "What's the matter?"
Why did you suddenly stop and not continue walking?"
The fat man turned around and shouted: "Run back quickly."
He seemed to have seen something terrible in front of him, and even his voice changed, and the lofty ideals he had just had disappeared.
The fat man shouted for us to turn around and run for our lives.
I was separated from the two people in front, and the lighting range of the flashlight was limited.
I only saw a large space on the four or five steps in front of me.
I didn't know what he saw, but since the fat man There must be some truth to what he said, so he was ready to go backwards.
At the same time, I suddenly felt dozens of cold steel needles pricking my back.
The chill penetrated my bones.
My whole body seemed to be shocked by an icy electric current.
My body trembled and I lost control.
I jumped forward. , I don’t know where the strength came from, pushing the fat man Yingzi and the two people in front of him to fall forward.
This narrow and dark passage slowly tilted upward, and the three of them rolled and crashed into the stairs.
The hole at the end.
I was inexplicably shocked, and the current seemed to be transmitted to the other two people.
They were so cold that their teeth chattered.
No one knew what was going on.
I wanted to speak, but I couldn't.
If I said it was an accidental encounter, There is a leaky wire.
It should be numbing all over the body.
Why is there such a feeling of coldness from the bone marrow to the outside?
Fortunately, the three loaded submachine guns did not fire in the panic.
We were lying on the ground with the flashlights in our hands still on.
Looking through the light of the three flashlights, I realized why the fat man turned around and ran away.
It turned out that this It is a huge stone chamber that is half natural and half artificial, with green moss everywhere, countless huge bats hanging upside down on the damp stone walls and overhead.
This kind of bat is much larger than the ordinary bats we usually see.
It hangs densely on the wall with its wings folded.
They were alarmed by our three intruders and woke up from their sleep one after another, with their mouths full of white hair.
Its fangs can make people’s scalp numb just by looking at them.
The bat's face is very strange, with two large straight diamond-shaped ears, a round head, a round nose, and very developed forelimbs.
The upper arms, forearms, metacarpals, and phalanges are all exceptionally long, and its teeth and claws are sharp.
I once saw such big bats when I was an engineer in the Kunlun Mountains.
Their scientific name is the bright-toothed bat, also known as the pig-faced big bat.
It is the most bloodthirsty and carnivorous by nature.
It is the rarest and most rare among bats.
They are vicious species that like to live in underground caves in pastoral grasslands.
They come out at night to attack cattle, sheep and other livestock.
Especially in the grasslands of Outer Mongolia, they were once a disaster.
In the past ten years, these animals have become rare.
I thought they were extinct, but I didn’t expect so many big pig-faced bats to use the underground fortress abandoned by the Kwantung Army as their nest.
They hide day and night and use the vents of the underground fortress to make exits.
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There is really no safer and more comfortable nest than here. .
Several big pig-faced bats had already flown down from the stone wall first.
I struggled to get up, but fell down as soon as I put my hands on the ground.
The ground was covered with bat feces and animal remains.
It was smelly, sticky and slippery. .
Bat guano is also called "Ye Ming Sha".
It is a very precious traditional Chinese medicine.
It is very difficult for ordinary people to get one or two taels.
But seeing it now is indescribably disgusting.
I gave up the idea of getting up from the ground, pulled the trigger with my finger, and fired at the big pig-faced bat flying over with my Baidu submachine gun.
As soon as I fired, the other two people also reacted, and the three submachine guns fired across each other, spitting from the muzzles.
The flames and tracers of bullets illuminated the entire cave, and the sound of gunfire, the sound of repelling bullets, and the sound of bullet shells falling to the ground were mixed together.
Thousands of big pig-faced bats were alarmed.
This kind of creature that lives in the dark is most afraid of fire and light.
Except for those that fell to the ground after being shot by bullets, the rest were like black clouds, some of which flew over our heads. , and some fled upwards along the vents.
The bullets of the submachine gun were quickly exhausted, and there was no time to replace the bullets.
The big pig-faced bats swished past us, and our clothes were torn into strips by their sharp claws and fangs.
Fortunately, our clothes were better.
It was thick, and even though it hurt the skin a few times, it didn't hurt deeply.
At this time, the psychological fear became even more severe.
I was afraid of hurting my eyes, so I didn’t dare to open them.
I used one hand to protect my head and face, and the other hand held a submachine gun, beating me randomly like a stick, kicking my legs as hard as I could. , driving away those big pig-faced bats that pounced on themselves.
I don’t know how long it took, but the cave gradually became quiet.
I thought all those big pig-faced bats had disappeared.
I touched the flashlight that fell on the ground.
I was about to ask the fat man if they were injured, but suddenly everything went dark. , the largest pig-faced bat flew towards my head silently.
It may be the leader of all the bats in this cave.
It is hidden in the deepest part of the cave.
At this moment, it made a preemptive move, spread its wings, and covered the wall with it.
Full.
I only had an empty gun and a flashlight in my hand, and it was hard to resist.
It was so close to me, and the layers of wrinkles, bristles, and tusks on the pig-like face could be clearly seen.
I was about to be attacked by a big bat.
When he bit, a series of submachine gun firings came from beside him, and a series of bullets were all nailed to the body of the big pig-faced bat.
The big bat fell to the ground and fluttered a few times, and died immediately.
It turned out that the fat man next to me saw the emergency, put on the magazine and fired, saving my life.
I took a deep breath and looked around.
Except for a few large bats on the ground that were still struggling after being shot, there were no other bats.
I had a few scratches on my body and blood was flowing out.
Yingzi and Fatty also suffered some minor injuries, but they were not serious.
Yingzi pulled some rags from clothes and bandaged them for me.
The wounds on my body hurt so much that I kept cursing.
I was on the front line in that battle, and the bullets and bullets didn't even scratch my skin at all.
Today, it hurts to have these beasts scratch me so many times.
The fat man asked me: "Old Hu, I just told you to run back, why did you push us in instead?"
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I told them what had just happened.
I only said that my back might have touched an exposed wire and got an electric shock.
I didn’t dare to tell them the real situation because I found it incredible.
I asked Yingzi to look at my back to see if there was any electric shock.
Yingzi took off the clothes on my back and shined a flashlight on it: "Oh my God, Brother Hu, how come you don't look like I have electric shock?"
" The fat man also came behind me and took a look: "You were electrocuted.
There is a black handprint on your back.
Well, the palm is very small, like a child's."
Damn it, I dared the three of us to let that kid push into the Batcave.
Don't let me see it.
When I saw it, I peeled off its skin.
The fat man was about to talk to me, but the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground: "My mother, Lao Hu, Yingzi, you said I still don't believe it in Gnakuli.
I also saw a child running over just now. " Yingzi and I hurriedly picked up the flashlight and shined it everywhere.
Except for bat guano and bat corpses, there were no children anywhere.
The fat man swore to the sky: "I just fucking ran behind you.
I lied to you that I was my grandson, so I ran inside.
I could see clearly that the little boy was a little boy.
He was dressed in green and had five Six years old, his face is so pale that he doesn’t look like a living person.”
Except for me, they all saw children in this underground fortress.
Why didn't I see the child's handprint behind my quilt?
It made people get goosebumps.
The fat man said he saw a boy, but Yingzi said he saw a little girl in Gnaku.
Who was wrong?
Or is there a kindergarten in the underground fortress?
We tidied up a little, stood up, and loaded a new magazine into the submachine gun.
The fat man pointed at a wall of the stone room: "That little brat ran over here."
After that, he used the butt of his gun to scrape away the cracks on the stone wall.
Covered with moss and bat guano, half of an iron door was exposed inside.
It was rusty and had four large characters "No entry allowed" written boldly in dark red paint.
"It is forbidden to enter while standing."
The fat man pointed to the words on the iron door and read it again and said to us, "Do you know what this means?
This means that you are not allowed to enter standing up.
If you want to enter, you can lie down.
This is designated as a morgue.
You must Otherwise it’s a crematorium.”
After listening to the fat man's explanation, Yingzi said: "Why did you lie down to enter and pretend to be dead?
I heard from the older people in the village that the little devil made some kind of crematorium.
There is probably a crematorium inside this iron gate."
I knocked twice on the iron door with my knuckles, feeling that the door was very heavy: "Fat man, don't pretend to understand.
These four words probably mean no entry.
Although I don't understand Japanese, but I am a military facility You are familiar with it.
You can see that there is a large groove under the door with internal hexagonal threads.
This should be It's a turntable.
To open this iron door, you need to turn the turntable.
The hole under the door is an exhaust slot.
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This is an airtight door.
When the iron door is closed, the exhaust hole will automatically draw out the air in the room, forming a The semi-vacuum environment is a place for storing valuables, and our army’s military bases also have the same facilities.”
The turntable of the air-tight door has long been dismantled.
Without the corresponding tools, it is really difficult to open this iron door.
As for what is contained in the secret room, it is difficult to say.
It may contain chemical weapons, bacterial weapons, etc.
This is the most likely possibility.
In order to prevent chemical weapons from leaking and causing accidents, they are usually stored in such closed rooms. in the secret room.
Although the Japanese chemical weapons and bacterial weapons have always been notorious, their power cannot be underestimated.
Even if they are placed in the natural environment, they can still kill people after many years.
I'm not interested in what's inside this door.
It's more important to look at the map and find the exit quickly.
The fat man was full of curiosity about this door, especially after hearing what I said about the possibility of storing valuables.
He and Yingzi knocked on the door twice and kicked it twice, which made a lot of sense.
They would not stop until they went in to take a look, and the two of them muttered: "There are some good things in here, oh my, it's too disturbing to see."
I no longer paid attention to them.
I compared the exit location on the map and looked for the exit in the cave that was once occupied by the big pig-faced bat.
According to the terrain drawn on the map, it should be in this cave.
There is a small passage connecting the exit at the top of the mountain.
However, after searching around, they only found a large piece of collapsed rock at one end of the cave.
As expected, the Japanese army blew up the exit of the fortress when they retreated.
Where we are now, the top of our heads is probably where we pitched our tent on the hillside of Yerengou.
With a flashlight, we can see several large holes on the top wall of the cave.
These large ventilation holes are not straight up and down.
In order to prevent To attack the inside from the outside, the ventilation holes are all curved, and bats fly outside through these holes.
It's a pity that we don't have wings, so we can't go up while staring down.
Even if we go up, it's useless.
The adult body is just a circle larger than these vents.
Little Japan is really shrewd.
He is afraid that the enemy will crawl into the fortress through the ventilation holes, so he deliberately digs the hole to be too big or too small.
I called Fatty Yingzi over and told them that there was no exit.
We should either go find another exit, or we should just go back to the ancient tomb with a submachine gun and kill the red dragon.
We can't just waste it inside.
We didn't bring any dry food with us, and we didn't find any food in the Japanese fortress.
If we kept wandering around like this, we would be so hungry that we couldn't crawl anymore, and we would have no choice but to wait for death.
Yingzi kicked the big bat carcass on the ground with his foot: "I'm really desperate, but I can still eat this thing.
It's all meat."
The fat man shook his head quickly: "If you want to eat it, I won't eat it even if I starve to death.
This is so damn disgusting.
I guess the meat is smelly, or it's sour and not delicious.
By the way, Lao Hu, what do you think?
Is it possible that there is an exit in this iron gate?
Let’s try to open it and see.”
I thought for a while and said: "This possibility is indeed possible, because this secret room is not marked on the map.
There is only a passage connecting the exit.
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However, it is difficult to locate it accurately, and it is not certain that there is a passage behind the door.
In fact, it is necessary to It's not difficult to open this door.
I saw some tools in Gnaku.
We can find a hexagonal wrench of suitable size. " Yingzi said from the side: "I just need to change some clothes when I return to the corner of Gnaku.
If you look at the beauty of the three of us, it will be enough for fifteen people to watch for half a month."
After her reminder, we discovered that all three of them were extremely dirty.
Their clothes, hair, faces, and hands were all stained with bat guano, blood, and mud, and the stench was overwhelming
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