On the fourth floor of the shopping mall, four prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs were separated by two meters, back to back, looking in different directions, each sitting on a big-ass TV, with half a towel stuffed in their mouths.
Not far from them, on the side of the stairs, in a space surrounded by three refrigerators and two walls, a kerosene heating stove was emitting warm heat and at the same time emitting red light that was enough for lighting.
In this small area shrouded in dim light and warmth, everyone was busy sorting out supplies and redistributing them.
Perhaps it's because there are many "retired" extrajudicial soldiers stationed here, so they found a lot of good things on the fourth floor alone.
In addition to the various food and drinks found in a small supermarket, this also included more than two hundred rounds of 40mm grenades, as well as a large number of NATO bullets and dozens of AT4 rocket launchers.
Of course, on the fifth floor, which was filled with the smell of blood, they also found more Famas rifles and other weapons from the corpses, as well as a large amount of US dollars in cash, as well as various valuable and worthless small items.
"A total of US dollars"
Ruslan shook the cash in his hand, stuffed it into a picked-up children's sock and threw it to the sniper Leva, "You take this money, it will be regarded as the pension for the driver, communication soldier and deputy shooter."
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After Leva silently put the roll of blood-stained cash into his pocket, Ruslan continued, "Each person will help carry 12 extra grenades, and you can take the rest as needed."
Before he finished speaking, Rezli, who had already stuffed dozens of grenades in his bag, immediately greedily took five more from a plastic basin filled with American broadsword directional mines and stuffed them in various places in his backpack.
Not to mention that the grenades he had packed into the bag weighed more than two hundred grams each, and these American directional mines alone weighed more than three kilograms.
What's more, his bag also contains various bits and pieces such as batteries for electric drills, detonating wire detonators, and so on. So even though his bag may not seem full, it is definitely the heaviest.
But even so, this stocky man with a short stature, after fixing the directional mine, greedily grabbed a few more collected American hand grenades and put them in his pocket.
The only person who can compete with the weight of Rezli's backpack is Agni, the load-bearing madman who is stuffing grenades into the bag. This ammunition soldier's bag not only contains the ammunition chain and spare barrel needed by the machine gunner, but also
The quiet bullets the rest of us need.
Wei Ran would not compete with them in terms of weight, so after loading the grenades he helped carry, he just put a broadsword and a few grenades in his bag and stopped in time. Instead, he put the spare magazine of the submachine gun he had collected
, in groups of two, they were wrapped with transparent tape and stuffed into the ammunition pouch on the chest.
Next to him, Fischenk was playing with a Remington shotgun with a folding stock. Sniper Leva was also familiar with the FR-F2 sniper rifle. In contrast, machine gunner Serge was not familiar with it at all.
Planning to give up his pkm.
After everyone had prepared ammunition and supplies, the cans and a pot of water placed on the heater were steaming.
Seeing this, everyone worked together to put all the remaining ammunition into the refrigerator next to them, clearing enough space, and invited the girls who were guarding the door of the other stairwell to come over, and everyone gathered around.
Then we had a hot dinner.
"The new year will be in less than three hours." Captain Culp picked up a bottle of vodka he picked up from the ruins, opened it, and poured a glass for everyone except the four girls. "Comrades,
Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year"
Including the four little girls holding up the same juice, everyone responded in a low voice, and then drank up the drinks in their respective glasses.
Next year will be 1995...
Wei Ran muttered secretly, picked up a biscuit, and stuffed the heated foie gras into his mouth.
"Maybe I should bring a gift back to my wife," Sniper Leva muttered while holding the cup.
"After daybreak, you can search carefully on this floor. There are many electronic products from recruitment."
Fischenk was the first to give advice, by the way
He also rolled up his cuffs and showed off the yellow-black Western European electronic watch he wore on his hand and whispered, "This is what I just found when I was collecting ammunition. It seems to be able to monitor blood pressure and pulse. This is comparable to what the captain sent us before departure."
It's much more upscale."
"That's a good suggestion. I will go shopping in this shopping mall tomorrow." Leva said excitedly.
"boom!"
Before the others could say anything, there was a loud sound of a rocket explosion in the stairwell! Even above everyone's heads, a lot of dust fell!
"boom!"
In the second explosion that followed, the remaining steps in the stairwell were suddenly broken into large and small cement blocks by the TNT blasts pre-arranged by Rezli, and they were smashed down.
Before the four girls could scream subconsciously, Karp, Ruslan, Agni and Leva reacted very quickly and dropped the cans in their hands and covered their mouths. At the same time, Rezli immediately
Turn off the kerosene heater among everyone!
Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran and Feishenke also ran out of this warm small space, crawled to the door of the stairwell where smoke and dust were constantly coming out, and observed the situation downstairs through a small mirror.
In the palm-sized mirror, the beam of the flashlight was still flashing below the stairwell, and shouts in Chechen language that Wei Ran could not understand were also heard. A moment later, in the stairwell illuminated by the beam of the flashlight, several Chechens
The soldier carefully climbed up the collapsed stairs to the second floor.
But soon, everyone heard the unique explosion of the directional radar and the continuous screams coming from the second floor.
Immediately afterwards, another Chechen soldier wearing asbestos fire-proof clothing walked up, stood at the stairwell of the second floor, aimed inside and fired a rocket.
"boom!"
After the dull explosion, the building also trembled significantly. Soon, another group of soldiers climbed up to the second floor.
"I hope they like the New Year's gift prepared by Rezli..." Feishenke muttered in a low voice, and immediately after, there was another deafening explosion from the second floor!
Wei Ran, who was hiding on the fourth floor, even used the small mirror to see a flame rushing into the stairwell from the second floor and the body thrown back into the stairwell by the shock wave!
While the two of them were waiting, the Chechen soldiers did not continue to kill people. Instead, they cunningly placed several directional mines in the stairwell!
"Looks like it's safe"
Feishenke muttered something in a low voice, beckoned Wei Ran to retreat silently, and ran lightly to another stairwell in the distance.
He cautiously looked out and found, sure enough, someone was also laying mines in the stairwell at this time, and they seemed to be using tank shells that they found from nowhere!
Following Fischenk, he moved closer to the window and looked carefully. Under the dazzling light, there seemed to be someone writing something on the wall with spray paint.
"Don't they come up and take a look?" Wei Ran couldn't help but mutter. "Now they have the advantage, and their key goal is to capture the train station."
Feishenke retracted his head and continued to whisper, "There are so many traps in this building, and so many people were killed just now. They will not continue to come up and die at this time."
After a pause, Feishenke added, "It would be best if the mercenaries in this building can kill the enemy. Even if they can't be killed by the people who come in, it's not bad. After all, dead mercenaries don't get paid."
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"So during the day..."
"It's hard to say," Feishenke said in a low voice, "I can only take a gamble. The rebels have many veterans who have returned from Afghanistan. Now let's see if they will notice this place."
Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions and quietly followed the other party back to his original position.
The last meal of the year was interrupted, and everyone who had almost eaten had no idea of continuing. After arranging the night watch sequence, they turned on the heating stove again and gave this small space to the four girls.
rest.
There was no talking all night, and the next morning it was just dawn, and Wei Ran, who was on duty at the last shift, also put down the telescope that had been pointed in the direction of the train station.
this one
During the night, the Chechens hardly stopped attacking the train station. Even the captured walkie-talkies were filled with all kinds of shouts and curses that the guards could or could not understand.
During the brief ceasefire before the sun came up, the defenders in the train station ventured out of their bunkers and went to the destroyed armored vehicles to collect ammunition for self-protection. But at the same time, they also became the targets of the snipers who got up early.
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A few hundred meters away, Wei Ran, who accidentally entered this historical episode, had no idea how many defenders were still in the train station at this time, and whether they were experiencing what was described in the movie called Purgatory.
The cruelty of war.
But at least, the gunshots that rang out from the surrounding buildings could always accurately take away the lives of the soldiers on the street. At least, through the telescope, he had seen more than once those people with a turban under their helmets.
, are committing unscrupulous atrocities that far exceed the bottom line of war itself, far beyond the bottom line of mankind, and far beyond the bottom line of a girl's reading.
Looking behind him again, Wei Ran took out the Kiev 30 camera, attached the lens and the eyepiece of the telescope together, pointed at the cruel battlefield far downstairs, and pressed the shutter.
Not far away, sniper Leva, who had woken up half an hour ago, put his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle again and again. Finally, he suppressed the impulse and pity in his heart and gently closed the weapon.
Insurance, then he turned over and lay on the blood-stained mattress, covering his head with a blanket in annoyance.
Sighing secretly, Wei Ran put away his telescope, and in the morning sun on the first day of 1995, amidst the sound of gunfire and gunfire, he quietly got up and looked at the sleeping people in the distance and the four huddled up.
The Chechen girls who were with us, and even the four captives who were tied up all night and had no food or water, each took a group photo of them sleeping.
