In the passage that serves as a warehouse, Wei Yan, Feishenke, and Rezli used the cover of stacked cargo boxes and tarpaulins to carefully move toward the end of the passage according to the pre-agreed plan.
The further you go in this not-so-wide underground passage, the lights become dimmer, but the cargo boxes become more neatly arranged, and even the doors of the rooms on both sides of the passage gradually appear.
and a padlock to lock the door.
When the three of them reached the end of the tunnel, they were already more than 50 meters away from the intersection behind them. At this time, there were no lights above their heads for lighting, and the surrounding cargo boxes were covered with dust.
He casually lifted up a piece of bitter cloth and got in. When Wei Ran turned on the flashlight, he found that the box contained gas masks wrapped in kraft paper and with remaining white talcum powder.
Unwilling to give up, I opened another fake, which contained individual reform counters produced in the Soviet era.
"Inventory from the Cold War era, to prepare for nuclear war." Lezri, who followed him in, stuffed the rubber biochemical suit he had just taken out back into the box and whispered, "This should be an underground building built to deal with nuclear attacks.
Defense system, in other words, the area here may be much larger than we imagined."
"And this kind of thing is usually placed near the main entrances and exits," Fischenk reminded in a low voice, "So maybe we can find a new entrance?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately turned off the flashlight, and the three of them got out of the tarpaulin, using the weak light from behind them to look at the explosion-proof door blocked by the cargo box in front of them.
"We have to find a way to move these things away."
Lezli leaned in and touched the gap less than one meter wide between the cargo box and the explosion-proof door. After pulling away and standing still, he whispered, "The handwheel on the explosion-proof door has been removed. We need one."
Only the hand wheel can open this door."
"The lighted room at the door may have clues," Wei Ran reminded in a low voice.
"I'll go there later and have a look."
Feishenke looked around, pointed to the room closest to the explosion-proof door, which had no windows but only a door, and said, "Go and pick the lock on that door. We will be much safer hiding there than outside."
"Let me do it"
As he spoke, Wei Ran pretended to untie his 82 technical suit, reached under his armpit and pulled it out, then took out the wire cutters from the metal book.
"Why are you still wearing these stupid pliers?" Feishenke couldn't help but ask.
"Wouldn't it be needed now?" Wei Ran had already cut the rusty padlock on the iron door as he spoke.
As the thick wooden door covered with a layer of iron was carefully pushed open, the three of them immediately ducked in, and then immediately closed the door quietly.
When Wei Ran turned on the flashlight, they were startled by Xiao Xiao.
There are also wooden boxes piled one after another in this room, but around them are showers the size of washbasins. On some showers, there are also sets of patient numbers of different sizes hung on a rack.
clothes or sea soul shirts with various colors and lines.
On the wall below the shower head, there are also popular science posters showing how to clean nuclear dust by yourself.
There is a glass door almost diagonal to the entrance door. Through this glass door, there is only a passage less than one meter wide, with handrails installed on the walls on both sides, and a total length of nearly 10 meters.
At the end of this passage is a room similar to a changing room.
In this room, in addition to the two rows of back-to-back benches in the middle and the wooden boxes and cardboard boxes piled up and down the benches, there are also boxes of boxes in small cabinets with red crosses fixed on the surrounding walls.
Type 2 radiation protection first aid kit produced in the Soviet era.
He casually took out a box and opened it. Feishenke took out a flashlight that was only as big as his finger, lit it up, glanced at it, and whispered, "The first-aid box produced in 1986 has a shelf life of three years and has expired."
"The dimerhidine in it is definitely still usable."
Rezli said in a particularly affirmative tone, "It has only expired for 6 years. I bought it on the black market before I came here.
Menstrual period of more than 10 years also has analgesic effect."
"We have no shortage of analgesics."
Rezli threw the small orange-red plastic box in his hand back into the wooden cabinet, went to the other door in the room and tried to pull it, then shook his head and whispered, "It's locked from the outside. It should have been here just now."
Next door to that bathroom."
"Let's go back"
Rezli greeted him in a low voice, and was the first to turn around and return to the bedroom. He carefully opened the door, took a look outside, and listened for a moment. Then he closed the door again, blocked it with a wooden box, and walked back.
In the lower corridor connecting the two rooms.
"When I first came here, I found a large number of mines in the hidden cargo box."
Rezli whispered, "There are products produced in the Soviet Union, as well as American and French products. In addition to landmines, I also found a lot of bullets. Some of the ammunition boxes even have the logo of the Russian Federation printed on them."
"The cargo boxes I passed were filled with grenades and grenades," Fischenk said, and took out several F1 lemon grenades produced in the Soviet Union from his pocket.
"All I saw were RPGs." Wei Ran paused and continued, "There are also a small amount of AT4s and rifles."
"So this is actually the Chechen arsenal?" Rezli muttered, frowning.
"I don't see it"
Wei Ran was the first to shake his head, "For this underground air raid shelter, those weapons and ammunition are enough, but they are far from enough for the battlefield outside. I guess those things only belong to those people in the Chechen security department building above their heads.
reserve."
"Are they so rich in ammunition?" Fischenk raised his eyebrows, "On our way here, many soldiers of the 131st Brigade didn't even have enough ammunition."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "We are almost fighting enemies across Europe."
Rezli saw it very clearly, "Whether this is the Chechen arsenal or the arsenal in the building above, at least blowing up that intersection is more than enough."
"There are two problems now. If the target person is not determined to be in the presidential palace, it doesn't make much sense for us to blow up this place."
Fischenk paused, "Second, can the blast door outside the room lead to the surface? If so, we must have the captain and the others come over in time before we prepare to blow up this place. Otherwise, all of us will be killed."
I'm going to die trapped here."
Hearing this, Rezli also said, "If the explosion-proof door does not lead to the outside, we can only go back to the power room, remotely detonate the explosives here, and then return to the original route to evacuate."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Feishenke both fell silent.
There is no doubt that if they return the same way, the probability of them escaping is actually not high - even if it seems that they only need to return to the power room and go through the blast door, at most they will find the body of the mercenary Gala and blow open the manhole cover above their heads.
Already.
But what about after returning to the surface?
At the very least, Wei Ran knew very well that without support, it would not be easy to escape from Grozny - even if these companions were far from the new recruits outside who only had the shadow of the Soviet Red Army.
"Leave this matter to the captain and the others to consider." Feishenke's voice broke the silence in the corridor, "Let's move the cargo boxes next to the blast door first."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Lezli each nodded. They carefully opened the iron-covered wooden door and leaned forward to the edge of the explosion-proof door.
Leaving Rezli alone to keep watch, Wei Ran and Feishenke worked together to lift the dusty tarpaulin, and then each picked up the overlapping wooden boxes.
These boxes are large and small, some contain only some brand-new gas masks, and some contain old-fashioned clothes of various sizes. There are even some boxes containing different models.
Radios, and even drinking water stored in tin cans.
After all, there were people guarding them only 50 meters away. The movements of the three of them were naturally as small as possible, for fear that some movement would disturb the attention of people outside.
Just as the three of them were moving ants under the eyes of the enemy, far at the other end of the underground passage, Karp and Ruslan
The two captains had also been collecting various information from the surface while chatting with the surrounding Chechen soldiers while cooking in the canteen.
Unfortunately, in these few words, no one seemed to know where the core of the three rebels were. On the contrary, they finally figured out the purpose of the rooms opposite the power distribution room.
According to the chats of the male and female Chechen soldiers who smelled of cologne, they were all guest extras in the studio. And the programs they performed were basically pretending to be some Russian soldiers, talking to the camera and recording equipment
, repent of the war, or play the role of Chechen civilians, accuse the Russian army of atrocities during the war, tell stories one after another of families destroyed by the war, and then incite brothers and sisters to launch a "victory war" to hunt down the invaders who invade their homes.
The enemy is like this.
However, from their descriptions, it seems that in addition to "guest actors" like them, some Russian troops were captured from the surface last night in those studios and were preparing to broadcast their interrogations live.
"I don't know if Mr. Dudayev or Mr. Maskhadov will come here to give some inspiring speeches."
Captain Culp deliberately raised his voice and said in Chechen to Ruslan, who was sitting opposite him, expectantly, "It would be best if Basayev could come. I dream of shaking hands with our Caucasus Wolf."
hand."
"It would be satisfying if any of the three of them could come," Ruslan said with the same expectation, "I've had enough of those Germans and Americans, and those arrogant Poles.
It’s simply more disgusting than those bloated floating corpses in the sewers.”
"Those Poles are really annoying"
A Chechen bearded man among the "actors" at the next table joined the conversation, "But I'm afraid those three leaders don't have time to come here. They are all directing the battle now."
"Have you seen them?" Culp asked immediately. "Your beard is so beautiful, just like the beard of our Caucasian wolf."
"Thanks!"
The bearded man smoothed his beard proudly, "I just imitated Mr. Basayev's beard, but I have never seen them."
"I thought you'd seen it before."
Ruslan immediately picked up the bread on the plate again in disappointment, "I also want to hear you tell us about him."
"Although I have never met Mr. Basayev, I heard that Mr. Mahasdorf once came to our place."
The Chechen lowered his voice subconsciously, "On New Year's Day, he seemed to have come from the presidential palace specifically to meet the Americans. They even took pictures in the studio." "You didn't take a photo with him.
Want to take a group photo?"
Ruslan asked enviously, "If I have the opportunity to take a photo with him, I will definitely hang the photo in the most conspicuous place in the living room."
"I didn't have the chance to take a photo with Mr. Mahasdorf." The bearded Chechen shook his head regretfully.
"So Mahersdorf is still here?"
Captain Culp asked excitedly, "Maybe we can find an opportunity to ask him to take a photo with us. My child has always wanted to..."
"Are you stupid?"
The bearded Chechen soldier mocked, "He left a long time ago. Even if he is still here, why would he take pictures with us?"
"That's right, alas!" Karp and Ruslan sighed in unison, the regret and disappointment in their voices already evident.
The bearded man looked at each other and his companions at the same table, and then said perfunctorily, "I will think of informing you when I see him again."
"I haven't even met the three of them yet," Captain Culp smacked his lips, his tone and expression full of anticipation.
While the two of them were gathering information in the cafeteria, the three of Wei Ran were also busy for more than an hour before carrying all the cargo boxes blocking the explosion-proof door into the decontamination room, revealing the hidden
Explosion proof door.
However, just as they used the iron frame they found to place a piece of bitter cloth in front of the explosion-proof door and carefully removed the traces on the ground, several beams of light shone in the direction of the intersection where they came.
Light!
The three of them looked at each other and immediately got into the decontamination bathroom they had just visited as quickly as possible.
Almost at the same time that Wei Ran closed the door, a beam of light swept across the door. The light that flashed through the crack of the door that was about to be closed even dazzled his eyes.
Lezli and Fischenk, who hid in the room almost immediately, also used a wooden box filled with clothes to block the door.
"Hide"
As he spoke, Rezri was the first to pass through the glass door, holding the weird-looking dagger in his mouth. He supported the walls on both sides of the corridor with his hands and feet, crawled to the top of the corridor like a spider, and held his back tightly.
Fitted tightly to the ceiling.
Less than two seconds apart, Wei Ran and Feishenke each got into two one-meter-square wooden boxes next to each other, and covered themselves with the sea soul shirts scattered around inside.
But they also put their eyes towards the gap at the edge of the crate, and in their hands, they each held a PSS silent pistol aimed at half of the crate.
Less than two minutes later, the chaotic footsteps approached from far away and finally stopped not far from the end of the passage.
"Malikov, is that all there is?" one of the soldiers asked in a dialect that Wei Ran couldn't understand.
"And that's all"
A drunken voice returned to the question raised by the former in Chechen in Russian that Wei Ran could clearly hear, "There are only so many night vision devices, and those Americans only sent so many."
"Malikov, answer my question in our language." Another voice lowered his voice and said in Chechen, "You don't want your life!"
"what is the relationship"
The person who spoke first actually switched to Russian, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and bring someone here to raise these things!"
"Keep your people's hands and feet clean," said the drunken voice, "and don't steal anything!"
