"Baga, there's something wrong with Captain Aoi's phone. Why do we need two of us to check the line? We can't even get a good sleep at the sentry post. Damn it."
A Kwantung Army soldier with the rank of private was walking in the secret passage, waving a flashlight randomly in his hand, muttering a few complaints, and looking very angry.
"Okay, we will do whatever the superiors tell us. If the imperial soldiers are like you, when will they be able to conquer China? Check the phone line quickly."
The first-class soldier next to this person frowned when he heard this, with a serious expression: "If an enemy infiltrates in, you and I will have to go to the military prison, which is not a good place."
"Military prison? Can you sleep?"
"You can sleep for a lifetime."
"Ha, that's a beautiful thing."
"Just in the dirt."
The two guys walked around a corner while joking, and suddenly found that two lights in front of them went out. They stopped, looked at the eerie alleyway and swallowed their saliva.
The soldiers stationed here all know that in order to ensure that no one knows about the underground laboratory and secret passages, the Kwantung Army headquarters silenced many Chinese people. It is said that there are often troubles nearby.
The private soldier pretended to be calm and raised his flashlight to shine on the broken lamp nearby: "Look, this is the legendary Santu River 1, the air is always so humid.
Not only is the phone line broken, but the sturdy explosion-proof lights are also broken. Do you want to go back and report it to the squad leader so that he can send technicians here for a comprehensive overhaul? "
The first-class soldier ignored him and walked towards the other end of the alley. Compared with the enemy, the squad leader's punishment of Wooden Gun 2 was more terrifying. He didn't want his butt to be swollen.
Seeing that his companion was unwilling to advance and retreat together, the private had no choice but to curse secretly and step into the alleyway. As he walked, he whispered strange stories circulated in the army, trying to scare the other party back.
On the ground more than ten meters away,
Zuo Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. When the enemy stopped at the corner and shined a flashlight on them, he almost chose to take the risk and shoot. Fortunately, as expected, the enemy did not see them.
Listening to the faint conversation, he patted He Yijun on the right, pointed at the target holding the flashlight using the only light, and then stretched out three fingers to start counting down.
three,
two,
.....
The first-class soldier stepped in a hurry and raised his hand to tug the sling of the Type 38 rifle on his shoulder. The squad leader asked them to report the intelligence within thirty minutes. If they didn't move faster, it would be too late.
When he walked to the broken explosion-proof lamp, he turned his head and glanced casually. It didn't matter. He saw a broken wire hanging on the wall. This was man-made damage.
He immediately understood that the phone line on Aoi's side was not faulty. The first checkpoint had probably been occupied. Who were the enemies? Are they those anti-Manchu and anti-Japanese elements.
The man's pupils were dilated and his lips were slightly open, but he heard a few pops in his ears, and his body fell down weakly. When he closed his eyes, he saw the private whose forehead was covered with blood.
"Aoi, Baga..."
When he was dying, the first-class soldier vomited blood and muttered to himself, if Aoi and the other three were not incompetent and did not issue a warning, how could he have been ambushed, but where was the shooter.
They clearly looked around and saw nothing. Is there really something strange? With this question, the unwilling first-class soldier lost consciousness as soon as his vision went dark.
A few meters away, the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke spread in the alleyway, a plume of green smoke rose from the muzzle of the Browning gun, and several golden bullet casings slowly rolled down into the drainage ditch with a crisp sound.
Two shots to the body,
A shot.
This was the special way Zuo Zhong and He Yijun entertained the two Japanese soldiers. The purpose was to ensure that the attack target died in the shortest possible time without giving the other party any chance to react.
The result was perfect. The two sides were only a few meters apart. At such a close distance, a professional intelligence officer could hit him even with one eye closed, as long as he was not holding a southern pistol.
"Last hit."
Zuo Zhong observed with his gun, and after confirming that the target was not a threat, he gave the order to He Yijun. At the same time, he came to the first-class soldier with a dagger and kicked the rifle away from him.
He did this not because he was afraid of a sneak attack, but because he was afraid that the other party would pretend to be dead and shoot to report the news. There are many stories in history about Shan Jiuren's failure. Only by being cautious can you sail a ten thousand year ship.
Pressing down the first-class soldier's shoulder, Zuo Zhong stabbed the dagger into his temple. Looking at the motionless target, he finally felt relieved. Even the gods could not save him now.
And if he guessed correctly, these two people should be the guards at the second level. In other words, they are now only one level away from the underground laboratory.
victory is in sight,
The speed has to be increased.
He knew very well that if the people at the second level lost contact again, the Japanese, even if they were fools, would know that something was wrong and they would have to capture the underground laboratory before the enemy could react.
Zuo Zhong picked up the flashlight and looked at the corner behind him, signaling to Lao Qiang, Wu Chunyang and others that they could continue moving forward. Then he replaced the pistol with a new magazine and started running again.
He Yijun also finished mending his sword and followed him quietly. The private who wanted to sleep could have a good sleep this time, and no one would disturb him again.
For the next few hundred meters, the two walked smoothly. The second checkpoint in the middle of the secret passage was indeed empty. Zuo Zhong did not add any unnecessary extravagance and cut the phone line.
Once was an accident,
There is a problem twice.
A few minutes later, they came to the last corner. According to the schematic, the entire secret passage was less than 100 meters long, and behind it was the core area of the underground laboratory.
Zuo Zhong looked outside cautiously and found that the situation at the third level was different from what he had imagined. There were no heavy machine guns, no Kwantung Army, and not even people.
There is an iron fence at the end of the alleyway that is tightly closed. Through the light in the alleyway, you can see a few steel cables shaking slightly. This is not a level at all, but an elevator.
The Japanese divide the underground facilities into two floors. The first floor is the work area and the first floor is the secret passage. The two are connected by an elevator. Controlling the elevator is equivalent to controlling the only passage.
The fake villagers in Xiaoniujiaogou may have never entered the base. They only carry dirty clothes back from the elevator or put clean clothes into the elevator.
In order to keep it confidential,
The Japanese take such great pains.
Zuo Zhong gritted his teeth and asked He Yijun to notify the people behind him to follow him. He was thinking of countermeasures rapidly in his mind. He couldn't even see the enemy. They couldn't do anything even if they wanted to attack by force.
Or wait for the other party to send someone down, then take the opportunity to sneak attack and control the elevator.
But the uncertainty is too great. What if the other party notices that someone has infiltrated and refuses to come down? This kind of one-way controlled elevator does not have a floor button for them to press.
Or climb up through the elevator shaft and catch the enemy by surprise.
Is it just that the Japanese would leave such an obvious loophole? The underground laboratory that spent countless manpower and material resources actually has an undefended elevator shaft for intruders to exploit.
is it possible.
Definitely not possible.
If anyone does this, I am afraid that what is waiting for him is not an elevator, but Japanese bullets or bacterial weapons. The opponent likes to confuse the opponent with the fake and the real.
Zuo Zhong leaned his back against the wall and told himself that whenever big things happen, he should be calm. If he can't solve the problem in a hurry, it doesn't matter even if he can't find a way to get in. The worst he can do is completely destroy this place.
Previously, Jinling sent dozens of kilograms of powerful military dangerous goods. Excluding the part that cut off railway and highway traffic, there were about twenty or thirty kilograms left.
It is unrealistic to blow up the entire laboratory with such a small amount of dangerous goods. There is a large amount of soil and building walls as buffers, and hundreds of kilograms are not enough. This is the advantage of underground facilities.
What if we start from other directions, such as causing explosions, fires, and thick smoke at the same time? Can we burn or choke to death the researchers and guards in the laboratory?
Explosion, made with hazardous materials.
In case of fire, you can use clothes to help burn the fire.
There was thick smoke, and there was a flash bomb in his space, which contained magnesium.
Coupled with the "natural" chimney of the elevator shaft as an auxiliary, the fire will not be small.
Zuo Zhong seemed to see that the underground laboratory had turned into a sea of fire. In the future, a person named Li Mei held a Tokyo barbecue. He must come to a Northeastern barbecue to cheer up the Japanese.
The only regret is that we cannot obtain paper evidence of the other party's bacterial weapons testing, but nothing in the world is perfect. Destroying this devil's cave is a huge victory.
"Tiger, how is the situation?"
At this time, Zhou Mingshan hurried over. As he spoke, he looked at the elevator and was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what was going on. Wasn't it a checkpoint? There were Japanese soldiers and heavy machine guns.
So Zuo Zhong briefly introduced the situation and proposed his own solution. The situation was urgent and a decision must be made immediately. The enemy would not give them too much time to hesitate.
Zhou Mingshan was also a decisive person. He nodded in agreement and immediately ordered the anti-alliance fighters to collect all flammable items, make timed explosive devices, and prepare for action.
After arranging the work, the two people in charge walked through the alleyway and stood at the iron gate gate to look up. Because it was inconvenient to use a flashlight, it was pitch black and they couldn't see anything.
Helpless, the two could only return disappointed. As they walked back, Zuo Zhong habitually lowered his head and crossed his arms to review the actions and plans, looking for any omissions.
while walking,
Two shallow scratches on the ground caught his attention. What were they? Were they left during the construction work? He squatted down with a puzzled face and groped carefully with his fingertips.
The secret passage is made of high-grade military cement on all sides, which is high-strength and very wear-resistant. It is difficult to be damaged by ordinary bumps, but there are traces on such a solid ground.
Let’s look at the scratches, which are deep and shallow. The shallow ones are 2 centimeters, and the deep ones are 3 centimeters. The individual widths are very uniform at 5 centimeters, and the width between two scratches is also fixed at 1.1 meters.
This is very much like a transport vehicle with a fixed wheelbase. The mark left by transporting items in the tunnel many times is hard to say, but it must be very heavy, large and wide.
kindness?
Something is wrong.
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1Japan’s Forget River.
2. A tool used by the Japanese Army for marksmanship and swordsmanship training. It is shaped like a gun. Veterans will order the soldiers to lie on the bed, take off their pants and spank them on the buttocks. This is the Army version of the spirit-injection stick.
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