what is that? It was a set of rhythmic flashing light signals. You could clearly see that the light source was hidden in the middle of the rocks. The light source was not diffusely reflected around, but had a very clear direction like the searchlight of a lighthouse.
Molière could tell what it was at a glance. "Shh... don't talk. That's probably the intelligence agent using bright lights and rhythm to convey information! This is a method borrowed from battleships to convey orders on the dark night sea. It's very smart and very... What a coincidence!"
"Be good! It's too hidden. Isn't it close to the ground? Don't move, don't make any noise, and watch carefully..."
As expected, the lights flashed very rhythmically. This must be the Chinese intelligence officer delivering information. Three minutes after the light signal went out, a grenade was suddenly thrown from the Chinese position, and they were all concentrated in one area. .
Boom boom boom... The flames of the explosion soared into the sky. Through the light, Molière could clearly see that in the bombed area, there was a group of Russian soldiers lurking and approaching like them.
On the left and right sides of this group of soldiers, there were Russian troops who withstood the bullet rain charge of the Marine Corps. It turned out that those two positions were feint attacks, and the main force of this assault was here.
"It's broken, they've been exposed!" Molière exclaimed, but it was of no avail. The Marines' counterattack had already begun. The four people hurriedly crawled to the corner of the battlefield, carefully hiding, and watched helplessly as the Chinese smashed the counterattack.
"I understand, I finally understand! No wonder we suffered so many casualties when we attacked the four fortresses before! It turns out there is a ghost on the battlefield!"
"Where is the enemy hiding? Just now the light signal was so hidden and so close to the ground... Could it be that there is a ghost underground?" Once this thought appeared, Molière felt as restless as grass growing in his heart.
He risked being exposed and approached the battlefield again. As expected, after lurking for ten minutes, he discovered the strange light signal again, among the rubble.
"There must be a doorway. The location of the pile of stones is very tricky. The boulder is as tall as a person and I am afraid that even explosives cannot destroy it. If the Chinese build a bunker down here, it will be really difficult for us to find clues..."
"How many of us have a bet?" Molière turned around and asked.
At this point, do others still have a choice? There is no turning back when the bow is drawn, so let’s fight together!
The situation on the battlefield became more and more serious. During the period when Xiao Letian did not land on the main island and Luo Huo did not go up to suppress the battle in person, the morale of the Marine Corps was once suppressed by the Tsarist Russian army. A large number of artillery positions were destroyed and countless ammunition The library was ignited, and the death squads pierced the position again and again like moths to the flame.
In such chaotic battles, Moliere found countless opportunities, and he successfully climbed over to the pile of rocks. This is a very patient person. He is a natural genius for intelligence work. On the war-torn battlefield, at that moment he was so undisturbed that the sounds in his ears disappeared.
Everything in the entire rocky area became a three-dimensional picture in his mind. He had to carefully touch the grass, shrubs, large and small stones, and even the damp moss within reach.
His hard work paid off, and he finally discovered a dark light in an angle pressed by several huge rocks, more than five meters away from the light signal.
A cannonball exploded in the battlefield, and at the moment when the fire burst into the sky, a trace of metallic luster appeared in the corners of the boulder.
"This is it! The entrance is right here, blocked by rocks... It turns out they hid inside and never wanted to get out! What a group of determined intelligence geniuses! What is down here?"
"Sir! How should we get in? This kind of door must be locked from the inside, and it's impossible to open it!"
"Don't worry, I have a way! Use all the grenades you have together, remove the fuses and connect them together... After a while, these Chinese people will have to fire and throw the grenades. Let's light the explosives during the chaos. I believe There is a 90% chance that it won’t be exposed!”
The four of them fumbled for a long time before tying the last four grenades on their bodies together. When the fuse was not long enough, they removed the bullets and poured a line of black powder on the rocks. When the artillery battle began, everyone could light them.
Boom boom boom... The cannons were still rumbling on the battlefield. The Chinese army's attention was all on the counterattacking Russian army. No one knew that there were four lurkers hiding here.
The opportunity finally arrived. When the artillery fire from the Chinese counterattack exploded dozens of meters away from the rubble, Molière lit the black powder on the ground, then hid behind the big tree with his head in his arms.
Tongues of fire wandered on the ground, and soon they got into the cracks in the stones. There was only a muffled sound, the ground shook, smoke spread, and gravel fell on Molière and others. on the body.
No one dared to check the results of the battle because they didn't know if they were exposed, but looking at the crazy shelling around them, Molière felt that he should be lucky.
Sure enough, they were not exposed. The four of them crawled towards the entrance of the cave excitedly, and at a glance they saw the deformed iron door that had been blown up, and the narrow angle that was just now big enough for one person to pass through.
"Prepare wet grass balls, light them and throw them in to choke them to death..." The grass balls prepared long ago are made of dry grass and wet grass mixed together in proportion. After being lit, they will quickly emit thick, choking smoke. These unscrupulous people The thing threw three directly into the hole.
The smoke emitted by three ball-sized balls of grass was enough to choke a whole room of people, or even knock them out.
There was a faint coughing sound, and Molière was the first to crawl in. When he saw everything inside, he was so frightened that his urine-soaked handkerchief dropped to the floor.
"Oh my God! My God! Praise God, we found the big fish!"
The basement was very small, only about a dozen square meters, and there were only two intelligence officers inside who didn't know whether they were alive or dead. One was leaning against the door with blood coming from the corner of his mouth, while the other was lying on a table with something in his hand.
What Molière didn't expect was that there was a telegraph machine on the table! It was actually a complete telegraph machine!
"Come in quickly! Block the entrance and disguise yourself!"
Taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, Molière and his men climbed into the underground cement fortifications and blocked the newly opened gap with rocks.
Molière protected the telegraph machine like a baby, and the remaining three began to clean up the trophies in the basement. When they opened the palm of the deceased's hand, a notebook the size of a matchbox was revealed.
