In the hidden underground space, Wei Ran took the initiative to get up and leave the room where Laming lived, wandering aimlessly in the water-filled space.
There are several other rooms equipped with explosion-proof doors in this space, but these rooms are either filled with tools for repairing cars, tables, chairs and benches, or simply turned into bathrooms or toilets.
And those Ural trucks parked in the middle of the passage contained mostly Soviet-style firefighting suits and even chemical protective suits and other equipment.
Pulling over a fake gas bottle and glancing at the air pressure gauge above, Weiran thought about it secretly, jumped off the cargo bed, got into the cab and closed the door.
Glancing at the closed explosion-proof door outside the car window, he took off his backpack, first took out the disassembled vss silent sniper rifle, then took out a sea soul shirt, opened it, and took out the bag
Inside were a Walkman and tapes, as well as a box of AA batteries.
These things were dug out in the abandoned shopping mall where he was hiding before he set out to go underground. However, since he found this Walkman with a sense of age, he has not had a practical environment, so naturally he has never had the chance.
Play with this thing with your mind.
Unlike the Walkman he remembered, this Sony machine could actually hold two tapes at the same time.
After some fumbling, he found the battery compartment, installed the battery and put on the old-fashioned headphones. When he pressed the play button, "Green Grass by the House" sung by the Soviet-era Earthlings band came out of the headphones.
This song was written in 1983, when the Soviet Union was at its strongest and its space activities were at its most prosperous.
But compared to the Soviet-style melancholy and romance of the astronaut missing his hometown on earth in the headphones, the Soviet Union outside the headphones has long since disintegrated and Chechnya is obsessed with reading and writing, and even the 131st Brigade who fled in a hurry due to lack of training, combat experience and even ammunition.
Soldier, but it makes this song that was written more than ten years ago seem particularly cruel.
After listening to the song with his eyes closed and leaning against the back of the chair, Wei Ran quickly took out the tape and put it in the tape case on the other side of the Walkman before the next song was played, and then inserted a new tape with the words
I couldn't understand the tape in Chechen and turned on the recording function directly before playing it.
"Ahem!"
Wei Ran cleared his throat and said to himself in Korean that no one within 10 kilometers could understand, "It is the second day of January 1995."
After saying that, he immediately fumbled and switched to the playback function. After a moment of rewinding, the only sentence he recorded in Korean came out from the headphones - "It is the first day of January 1995."
"Two days".
"I hope I can have the opportunity to leave their good news." Kuang Mei Yutayu tioilo Guangbai fu..
Wei Ran sighed secretly, turned on the recording function again and erased the only sentence he had just recorded.
While he was playing with his Walkman here, on the other side of the blast door, Lamin, who had lost one leg, was holding the phone receiver and chatting in a low voice with Malikov, who was guarding the warehouse.
On the opposite side of another blast door, Fischenk had also assembled his silent weapon and hid it in a direction that could just aim at Malikov's room.
Amid such a stalemate, the time came to noon. According to Lamin, the young man who was the son of the warehouse manager Malikov also sent Weiran a canned potato stew and a few slices of roasted meat.
Very successful bread.
However, after having lunch and waiting for several hours, he did not get the chance to speak to Malikov.
Even Lamin, his daughter and Malikov's son hid in their rooms and locked the blast doors. At some point, in the water-filled space between the two blast doors,
The lights suddenly turned off.
Sensing something bad, Wei Ran immediately passed through the explosion-proof buffer walls as quickly as possible. He first put his ear to the explosion-proof door and listened, then took out a bullet and lightly scratched the explosion-proof door.
.
Within five seconds, Rezli, who had been listening on the other side of the explosion-proof door, immediately responded by scratching the explosion-proof door with a bullet.
see the situation,
Wei Ran immediately used Morse code to briefly describe the situation here with long and short strokes of bullets on the blast door.
After a long communication, Lezli on the opposite side only gave him a waiting response and then stopped making any movement.
After a moment's hesitation, he could only go back the same way with a flashlight and got into the cab of the truck again.
Fortunately, it wasn't too cold in this abandoned underground space, and the ventilation ducts above the head that were always running continued to deliver fairly fresh air.
But what he never expected was that the wait this time would be extremely long, so long that it even took days to count!
Starting from January 2, 1995, the hour hand of the Khanhart flyback watch, which had been placed in the cab of the truck after being taken out of the metal book by Weihan, rotated around and around, and the distance from the
The explosion-proof door not far from him was opened from time to time, and the young man brought out some food and drink, as well as a relatively clean blanket. During the meal time, which was less than an hour each time, Wei Ran was also in the space.
This is the only time when the lights can be turned on.
They waited in such a stalemate in the darkness for three full days, just when Wei Ran, who was in confinement, had almost memorized all the contents of the 1986 newspaper found in the cab.
, at 3:40 in the morning on January 5th, the lights that were originally extinguished came on without warning. Almost immediately, Feishenke and Rezli each held up a flashlight and peeped through the group of explosion-proof buffer walls.
Walked out.
Before Wei Ran could open the car door, the explosion-proof door where Laming and the two children were hiding also opened. The man also walked out on crutches, waved to Wei Ran from a distance, and then turned towards Fei Ran.
Schenk and Rezli gave a Soviet military salute. And the blast door behind him was locked again from the inside before he grasped the crutches.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at Feishenke and Lezli who were standing in the water in the distance and returning the gift seriously, Wei Ran sighed secretly and collected the food that was set up in the cab.
All kinds of things, he opened the door and jumped out of the cab.
"Long story short"
Feishenke put down his arm, looked at Wei Ran and La Ming one after another, and said briefly, "We have reached cooperation with Comrade Malikov. Comrade La Ming, we will help you leave here and arrange for doctors to treat your legs.
's wounds."
"Really?" Lamin's eyes immediately lit up. "That's great, but..." before Lamin could finish, Fischenk continued, "We still need to rescue all the prisoners who are still alive and able to move in the studio, and bring them with us.
They escaped together. Lamin, do you know anything about the sewer system in this city?"
"I was originally a firefighter."
Lamin patted his chest and made a promise, "Later, when we were selling goods, we also delivered goods through the sewer system. I can guarantee that no one in Grozny knows the underground passages of this city better than Alyosha and I."
"Alyosha is..." "He is Malikov's son."
Laming pointed behind him, "He and my daughter are hiding inside. Don't worry, even if something happens to me, he can take you out." "What you just meant...Alyosha is also helping you sell goods."
Read?" Wei Ran asked with a frown. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to have any form of cooperation with drug traffickers.
"if not?"
Laming spread his hands, "I don't think there's anything wrong with selling unique products to those Muslin Chechens, and at that time Alyosha's mother, Malikov's wife, really needed a lot of money for medical treatment. We
These poor people have no choice."
"His mother..."
"Dead, killed in Dudayev's great purge." Lamin said calmly, "Those who were killed together with my wife were biological sisters, and they were all Ingushetia who deserved to be purged.
people."
"You will survive this war, and so will those two children."
Rezli said, taking out a first aid kit from his backpack, "Comrade Lamin, find a bright enough place, I will check your wounds, Victor, you come to help."
Seeing Wei Ran looking at him, Laming pointed to his disabled leg and explained nonchalantly, "I forgot to tell you before that the wound has become a little inflamed recently.
"
"You should have said it earlier." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already reached out to touch the other person's forehead.
Laming subconsciously wanted to hide, but Wei Ran grabbed his shoulder first. When his palm touched the former's forehead, he immediately felt the hot temperature coming from the other person's forehead.
Looking at each other calmly with Lezri, Wei Ran tentatively retracted his palm, "You already have a fever, how did you hold on?"
"I have enough antibiotics and morphine injections." Lamin raised his chin in the direction of the blast door. "Malikov collected them all from those radiation-proof first-aid kits."
After saying that, Lamin turned around and walked back on his crutches, saying, "Originally, I was almost healed, but a week...well, about a week ago, I accidentally fell in the standing water and got a wound.
It seems to be infected."
"Your luck is so good" "Your luck is really bad"
Wei Ran and Rezli gave completely opposite evaluations of Lamin's luck, in no particular order.
"It's really good, and it's really bad."
Lamin said while tapping the blast door lightly with the leg of his crutch, "Thanks to my daughter Ganna studying in nursing school, otherwise I would have died long ago. This is my lucky side. Unfortunately, if I hadn't
If you accidentally fall, you might actually have a chance to survive."
Before he finished speaking, the blast door had been opened from the inside. Lamin briefly described the current situation to his daughter and Malikov's son, and then pleaded to Lezli and Wei Ran.
He said, "If possible, let my daughter help. This is a rare thing for her..."
"Let her out." As Rezri spoke, he had already moved the things on the table to the chair, then opened the medical bag and spread it on the table. "Lie on the bed." Rezri did not give Lamin a chance to speak again.
, took out a morphine, squeezed the pillow hard, and stuck it in the back through the clothes.
He was hit in the back even though he was wearing strong clothes.
on the injured leg. "Get out."
After Wei Ran pushed the blast door completely open, he winked at the young man named Alyosha and said, "Take Gana and wait outside. Her being here will only affect our operation on Laming."
.
Hearing this, the worried little girl immediately looked at her father Laming, and finally turned around and left the warm room with a nod from the other party.
By the time Wei Ran closed the blast door, Lezli had already used scissors to open the bandaged wound. At the same time, he commented, "The bandage is very good, much more detailed than what I want, but the stitching is much worse."
Sorry, but it’s good enough for your daughter.”
"Is my wound serious?" Lamin asked, leaning his neck. "Lie down and don't move."
Wei Ran had already put on rubber gloves when he reminded the other party, but when he came closer to Lezli Bangmai and lit the flashlight, he raised his eyebrows.
Laming's wounds now had the unique smell of rotten flesh, and even the sutures had broken open in several places due to pulling.
"Not a big problem"
While Rezri was speaking, he had already pinched Lamin's flesh with a hemostatic forceps. Seeing that he had no reaction, he immediately started the treatment in a way that made Wei Ran look particularly comfortable and even pleasing to the eye.
In less than 20 minutes, the rotten parts were cut clean, the blood vessels were re-sutured, and even the bones were cut off by more than ten centimeters.
After re-suturing and bandaging the wound and giving a few more injections, Rezli greeted Wei Ran and left the room, and got into the cab of a truck at Feishenke's greeting from afar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Weiran, who got on the bus last, hit the door, Feishenke, who was holding a lunch box and holding bread in his hand, asked without raising his head, "How is the situation?"
"The inflammation is quite serious. We have just cut off the slough and re-sutured it. But if he wants to survive, he still needs to go to the hospital for later treatment."
While answering the other party's questions, Rezli lit up a cigarette and took a long sip.
Hearing this, Feishenke nodded, put down his lunch box, rummaged in his backpack and changed the topic, "Victor, I
We reached cooperation with Comrade Malikov.
He agreed to help us keep an eye on the passage. Once it was determined that any target person was in the Presidential Palace, he would immediately notify us to prepare for action by flashing the overhead lights one long and one short. At the same time, he would also find a way to notify the captain and them.
"
"What do we need to do?" Weiran asked the most critical question. "We have to wait here for three days."
Fischenk temporarily stopped his movements and explained clearly, "Within three days, if you are still not sure whether the target person is in the presidential palace, the captain will create a fire and let us take the opportunity to take Lamin and the two
Children, get out of here.
If possible, take away the tortured prisoners in the dressing room or studio. As for the captain, with the help of Malikov, they will continue to lurk and wait for the target person to appear."
"If it is confirmed that one of the three target persons is in the presidential palace within three days, we will start taking action as soon as we get the information."
Lezli, who had grabbed the topic, paused. Seeing that Fischenk had no intention of continuing, he continued, "The captain and the others still created fake fires and power outages first. We took the opportunity to rush over and set the timer here.
bomb."
After we return to the power room and pass through the blast-proof door there, whether it is Malikov, Lamin or that awesome guy, they will ensure that they take us away from the battlefield and retreat.
"How should I trust Malikov's guarantee?" Wei Ran asked bluntly.
"Aren't his sons and Lamin's daughters in our hands?"
Lezli said in admiration, "That's a smart old guy. He had guessed something a long time ago, otherwise how could he have stuffed you in with such confidence."
"Of course he is relieved. My hands were tied with No. 8 wire at that time..." Wei Ran muttered secretly.
"If Malikov or Lamin break their promise, Victor, you are responsible for killing those two children."
After speaking, Feishenke finally took out a slightly hot lunch box and a whole piece of bread that was obviously freshly baked from his bag and handed them to Wei Ran.
"Thanks"
Wei Ran took the lunch box, opened the lid, and wolfed down the potato and beef stew inside along with the bread. However, he seemed to have forgotten and did not respond to the task assigned to him by Feishenke just now.
Fischenk didn't care, and took out another lunch box and a piece of bread from his bag and handed them to Rezli.
The three of them hid in the cab and finished the meal in silence, which could not be said to be a midnight snack or breakfast. They tacitly arranged the order of sleeping and duty. In less than a minute, there was only one left in the cab.
