When Wei Ran and others returned to the third floor of the shopping mall, the four prisoners had already changed into the tiger-striped camouflage originally worn by Captain Culp and others. Their hands were also cut behind their backs and tied up with thick wires.
By the campfire, the two captains, machine gunner Serge and demolitionist Rezri also put on full sets of extrajudicial clothes and equipment.
"Did you find anything?" Captain Culp asked as he stuffed the rare and expensive P88 pistol into the holster on his waist.
"The fourth floor is their position, and a lot of ammunition was found." Leva said as he put the radio station in his hand on the table next to the campfire. "The fifth floor seems to be their resting point. They can rest inside.
All the people were dealt with, and then this was seized."
"The sixth floor is the morgue, where all the extrajudicial soldiers died in the war." Feishenke said as he took out rows of batteries from his pocket and placed them on the table. "The fourth floor is an electronics mall.
I found a lot of batteries for night vision devices in there."
"Try French products"
Rezli said, handing two night vision goggles to Feishenke and Weiran respectively, and then pointed to the grenade launcher at his feet, "Are there any extra grenade ammunition on the fourth floor?"
"Yes," Fischenk replied while taking the night vision device, "are the stairs ready?"
"Get ready. It will explode as soon as someone comes in. The stairs from the first to the third floor will be blown up. The stairs from the third to the fifth floor can be blown up as needed."
Rezli said and handed two backpacks that matched the camouflage uniforms of the Outlaws and were made of the same camouflage color fabric to the two of them respectively, "Your backpacks are also in there."
"The backpack is better than ours"
Fischenk looked at the night vision device in his hand, without even trying it on. He said in an extremely positive and disgusting tone, "The night vision device looks like rubbish."
"It's really not that easy to use."
Leva, who also received the night vision goggles from machine gunner Serge, replied in agreement, "Have the French been tricked by the Americans? How could they be equipped with such rubbish and cheap stuff?"
It is indeed a rubbish bargain, and these Russians from the post-Soviet era are indeed qualified to make such an evaluation.
But don’t think that the Soviet Union or even the post-Soviet Russia that sprouted from the ashes will only produce silly, black, powerful and flying bricks.
In fact, from World War II until the disintegration of the Soviet Union and even from the end of 1994 to the beginning of 1995, the only country that could compete with the United States in the field of night vision devices was the Soviet Union.
Of course, due to various economic and other reasons, the newly born Russia had almost exhausted the last bit of potential left to it by its old Soviet mother in the field of night vision devices around 1995.
With emotion, he put on the French night vision goggles and tried to look into the distance. Wei Ran couldn't help but nodded. Indeed, as Fischenk and Leva said, the French night vision goggles were indeed uncomfortable to use.
.
This is not about whether the image is clear, but that this kind of binocular and single-lens night vision device is inherently worse than the binocular and dual-lens night vision device, but it also saves nearly half the cost.
"Be patient for now. Also, you three also changed your boots. I found the ones that fit your size."
Deputy Captain Ruslan pointed to a few pairs of boots placed beside the campfire and said, "From now on, we are mercenaries who retired from the Fourth Paratrooper Company of the Second Extrajudicial Parachute Regiment."
Having said this, Ruslan kicked the prisoner Athol sitting next to him on the floor, and asked in French, "What is the name of our mercenary group?"
"Musketeers"
Atsol, who was sitting on the ground, gave the answer honestly. At this time, he had already put on the extrajudicial camouflage uniform again, and even the weapons on his body were still intact.
"Tell me about the next arrangements."
Captain Culp picked up a piece of compressed biscuit and took a bite. "We will stay here for one night and help Leva establish a safe enough observation position."
Seeing everyone looking at him, Captain Culp continued, "After dark tomorrow, Mr. Athol, an extrajudicial mercenary, will take us into the underground air defense system. According to the intelligence he provided, there are only 100 people who are only 10 meters away from us."
Less than 500 meters away, under the Chechen security service building, there is a tunnel leading to the presidential palace and a passage leading to the government building."
"How did he know such a thing?" Sniper Leva asked while changing the boots he took off the corpse.
"According to what he said, before the war started, these mercenaries from various countries were hiding there."
Captain Culp paused and added playfully, "According to the results of separate interrogations, it seems that the person responsible for guarding those passages is the Thunder Squad established in Poland a few years ago."
"It would be great if the driver is still alive."
Agni, the ammunition soldier who had been busy using the campfire to heat food for everyone, smacked his lips, "That bastard had already passed the fourth round of screening of that team. If the Soviet Union hadn't suddenly disintegrated, he might have been the captain of that team now.
It’s over.”
"It would be great if that was the case, we just need to give him a call." Serge grinned regretfully, "The Poles are much more interesting than the Chechen lunatics outside."
"Everyone should be more vigilant."
Captain Culp looked at Rezli, "There are not only underground passages leading to the presidential palace and government buildings, but also ammunition depots for foreign friends who come here as guests."
"Blow it up?" Rezli asked excitedly. "Sniper"
Culp looked at Leva, "The explosion is a signal. Next, you have to stare in the direction of that building. If it explodes on a large scale, it will be a signal for follow-up actions."
"clear"
Leva paused, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How do you withdraw? How do you need me to respond to you?"
"unnecessary"
Captain Culp glanced at the prisoner Atsol, who was sitting on the floor and could not understand Russian at all, and said with a smile, "I have reached an employment agreement with him. When it is completed, he will help us get out. You are here
After sending the signal, just go directly to meet the medics and find a way to escape with them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "We will meet again, right?" Leva asked seriously. "Of course" the two captains, Culp and Ruslan, responded in unison.
"That's good"
Leva took the cigarette from the machine gunner, pressed it on the red-hot oil drum and lit it. He took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "How to deal with the four girls we just rescued?"
"They are looking for something to wear in the mall now." Ruslan also took the cigarette and lit it. "After we leave, we will leave it to you to take care of. By the way, they can also help you keep watch. I have already made an agreement with them.
If the conditions are met, as long as they can leave the battlefield alive, we will send them to Moscow to start a new life."
"Prioritize the main tasks, and you can take action if necessary." Captain Culp lowered his head and reminded, "They... are Chechens after all."
"I can tell the difference between this kind of thing," Leva sighed, "Chechens, Russians... aren't they all Soviets?"
"The Soviet Union is gone," Fischenk, who had been silent just now, muttered to himself, "It's gone a long time ago, right? Victor?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who was just listening to the conversation and playing with the Walkman he had picked up, was about to speak when an explosion occurred in the stairwell in the distance.
Following a dull and loud "boom", everyone first heard a series of screams, followed closely by a series of detailed explosions.
And in this series of explosions, the stairs from the first floor to the third floor in the stairwell were also smashed down, and the few Chechens who had just rushed in to treat the wounded were severely planted.
At the stairs on the first floor, a Chechen soldier with the rank of major looked at the buried soldiers with lingering fear, and then looked up with a flashlight. Then, a look of horror appeared on his face.
Because, just where the flashlight beam can shine, on the side of the building that faces downwards from the stairs leading to the fourth floor, and on the wall next to it, there are two mon50 directional mines facing directly below!
"Go up the other stairs!" the Chechen soldier took a step back in time and shouted.
new command.
"It's about to begin"
Rezli held a detonator and whispered. At the same time, everyone also saw four little girls running from a distance to support each other.
Almost at the same time that the four little girls sat down on a sofa under the comfort of Captain Ruslan, and everyone shared a can of luncheon meat, another stairwell in the mall also
There was a loud "boom"!
In the series of dense explosions that followed, all the stairs from the first to the fourth floor were blown down, but this time, the people below were well prepared and retreated under the chandelier in the center of the hall on the first floor!
"Now that we have music, all we need is lights."
Rezli, who was standing next to Wei Ran, muttered something to himself and pressed the detonator at the same time.
"boom!"
There was another series of explosions. On the top of the hall shared on the first and second floors, the particularly beautiful chandelier turned into a murderous weapon in the explosion. Numerous broken crystal glass fragments were driven by the shock wave, forming a straight direction.
The hemispherical killing surface below.
Although these glasses could not penetrate the helmets, they could easily cut scars on the shoulders and bodies of the Chechen soldiers!
But it wasn't over yet. Along with the second explosion, a series of explosions also came from the floor of the third floor, only a dozen meters away from Wei Ran and others!
Amidst the constant tremors underfoot, Rezli's superb blasting opened up a large and terrifying patio on the floor of the third floor, and also slammed the wailing Chechens on the first floor to the floor.
In the diffuse smoke and dust, Culp was the first to stand up, put the disassembled vss quietly into the Frenchman's backpack, picked up a Farmas rifle, picked up the prisoner Athol, stood up, and was the first to go.
Stairwell leading to the fourth floor.
Captain Ruslan, who put away the disassembled silent sniper rifle at almost the same time, also casually picked up a Farmas and several spare magazines, and greeted the four people wearing new clothes in proficient Chechen language.
The girl followed.
"Which one do you use?" Agni, the ammunition soldier who also put away his silent weapon, asked in a low voice.
"Let's use this one"
Machine gunner Serge clapped the PKM machine gun in his hand, pushed the two prisoners who were standing at the door of the clothing store with dull faces, and followed him.
"I use this"
Before Weiran and Fischenk could speak, Rezli had already picked up the mgl grenade launcher and put it at his feet. At the same time, he stuffed the grenade into his backpack and said, "That performance just used up everything I have."
Directional mines and TNT, you three are not allowed to snatch these good things from me."
"It's enough for me to take this."
As Leva spoke, he picked up an FR-F2 sniper rifle, and by the way also picked up a P88 pistol, and put it into his pocket along with the holster and magazine, "Feshenk, don't blame me for not reminding you,
This kind of pistol is not cheap."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Before Rezli finished speaking, he also picked up one and threw it randomly into his backpack. Feishenk also quickly took away the last P88 pistol, and also picked up a Famas by the way, pushing with the former.
Take the prisoner and leave.
"Okay, I'll wrap up the rest..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, put the dozen or so grenades into his bag, then picked up the submachine gun and matching magazine that no one wanted and chased after him.
