In the dark and humid tunnel, the air was extremely turbid.
There are electric lights on the top of the tunnel to provide lighting, but it seems that the power provided by the generator is not stable enough. It feels like I am out of breath and the power will be cut off at any time.
The German shelling continued. Whenever heavy artillery shells fell, earth would fall rustlingly from the walls around them. Those who fell were frightened, as if the tunnel would collapse in the next moment.
It's like burying everyone alive inside.
This place is already about 30 meters underground. If the tunnel really collapses, the people inside might as well just commit suicide.
Fortunately, there are cement pillars at regular intervals in the tunnel for reinforcement, and the top is densely packed with logs for support, which is somewhat reassuring.
Rolling together in the same trench can be regarded as fate. The Chinese workers and the French soldiers began to try to communicate. You gave me a cigarette, and I handed over a can or something. They communicated in broken French with gestures and gestures. It really didn’t work.
People don't care what they say, as long as they express good intentions, that's enough.
Brother, Lao Hu found a secret door behind the corner and said there seemed to be a crowd behind it. Gao Hongshi hurried over with a rifle in his hand, leaned next to Qin Zhiyuan and reported in a low voice.
Lao Hu's real name is Hu Tingfeng, and his family has an ancestral tomb robbing skill.
Hu Tingfeng was originally from Shaanxi, but later went to Heze, Shandong when he fled. The density of ancient tombs in Shandong is incomparable to that in Shaanxi. Even if there were any, they would have been dug up long ago. The craftsmanship passed down by Hu Tingfeng's ancestors is gone.
To use it, I might as well apply for a job at Yimin Company and travel to Europe to see if there is an opportunity to carry forward the ancestral skills.
Hu Tingfeng's family background meant that he was very sensitive to secret doors and tunnels. Perhaps because he was in a tunnel, Hu Tingfeng suffered from an occupational disease, so it was very possible that he would find a secret tunnel or something.
Qin Zhiyuan remembered that the captain in Cappi said that there might be German troops on the position. He suddenly became nervous and immediately informed the second lieutenant beside him.
You are sure that the second lieutenant is very vigilant, but unfortunately it is used in the wrong place. Regardless of whether the secret passage mentioned by Qin Zhiyuan is authentic or not, the second lieutenant should first confirm rather than question it.
I'm not sure Qin Zhiyuan immediately dismissed it completely. For this kind of thing, I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it doesn't exist: you don't have to believe it, but if I were you, I would confirm the authenticity.
Of course, I will also confirm it. The second lieutenant took out the pistol from his waist and followed Qin Zhiyuan to the place where the secret passage was discovered.
The secret passage is built at a corner of approximately 90°. If analyzed according to the direction of the tunnel, it is indeed possible that there is a secret passage.
All the soldiers and Chinese workers nearby had been cleared away, and only Hu Tingfeng was squatting in the corner, working as if he was looking for something like a mechanism.
If Lao Hu Qin Zhiyuan didn't come forward to join in, God knows if a group of Germans would suddenly emerge from inside, so he greeted Hu Tingfeng from a distance.
How did you find it? Are you sure? Qin Zhiyuan first confirms the authenticity and then makes plans.
Hehe, there must be some, there are gaps in the wall, sawdust scattered on the ground, there are many suspicious places. I just leaned on the door and listened, and there was faint movement over there. As long as it is not a big rice dumpling, it must be a person. Since it is an ancestral tradition
If you have good craftsmanship, you must have some skills, Hu Tingfeng is very sure.
Damn, you are still a big rice dumpling, do you want me to get you two black dog hooves? Qin Zhiyuan laughed and cursed, and then gave the second lieutenant the confirmed information.
The second lieutenant waved his hand, and immediately several soldiers carried two Keisi heavy machine guns as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Someone else brought sandbags and stacked them firmly on three or four floors. In the blink of an eye, a simple machine gun fortress was built.
Finish.
Grenadier, find the grenadier to hide in another corner. As soon as the door is opened, throw the grenade inside. Qin Zhiyuan saw that someone had already gone over to install explosives, so he quickly gave a warning.
It's a pity that you don't join the army. I will definitely not let you go. The second lieutenant's eyes lit up and he patted Qin Zhiyuan on the shoulder and vowed.
Let’s get over the current hurdle first. Qin Zhiyuan turned around and asked Hu Tingfeng: Can you determine how thick this wall is?
At most one foot, the door opens inward, and there seems to be a tap stone behind the door. Hu Tingfeng is very proficient in his business, and he speaks professional terms every time he speaks.
I'm hot, there's someone behind the door, where did the stone come from? Qin Zhiyuan couldn't laugh or cry, and Hu Tingfeng was too deeply involved in the drama.
Hehe, I'm used to it. Hu Tingfeng smiled very shyly, without the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks of a cock-crowding, dog-robber or thief.
Qin Zhiyuan reported the latest information to the second lieutenant. The second lieutenant looked at Qin Zhiyuan for a long time with broken eyes before he said: You will never let you go. If you leave here, I will apply for retirement.
Qin Zhiyuan was troubled by the second lieutenant's obsession, and at the same time he felt a little inexplicable pride in being appreciated, so Qin Zhiyuan stretched out his hand: Well, let me meet you, my name is Zhiyuan Qin, nice to meet you.
Yes, me too, very nice to meet you, dear Zhiyuan, my name is David, David Edward. If you call David's name in Chinese and add his job title, it will be like a tongue twister, Second Lieutenant David
.
The difference between the East and the West can be seen from the names. As Liu Yuan said when training police in the United States, Westerners put their first names before their last names to show respect for themselves; Chinese people put their last names before their first names to show their respect for themselves.
respect for ancestors.
Just when Qin Zhiyuan and David were getting close, the engineers had already installed explosives. With a bang, smoke filled the air, gravel flew, the stone door was blown open, and the Germans' exclamations came from the other side.
Shoot, fill the barrel with bullets before it's useless. David looked ferocious, wishing he could stare all the Germans to death.
Dong Dong Dong Dong
The dull sound of shooting resounded, echoing in the tunnel and being extremely harsh. The scream of the warhead piercing the air was heartbreaking, mixed with the screams of the Germans and the curses of the French. It was as maddening as Black Sunday.
It's like the end of the world.
Under the flickering lights, the warheads mixed with tracer bullets formed a red bullet chain. They swept past like a whip and disappeared into the boundless darkness at the other end of the tunnel, tearing apart everything they touched, whether it was a human body or a bullet.
Everything else was torn into pieces and turned into nothingness.
The tunnel was filled with the pungent and choking smell of gunpowder smoke, coupled with the strong smell of blood, and the smell of excrement excreted out of the body uncontrollably after death, making the already turbid air even more filthy, making the smell almost nauseating.
Just like poison gas, you need to wear a gas mask to breathe normally.
In this way, humans wearing gas masks are more like demons from hell, frantically harvesting the lives of their own kind.
Perhaps, humans are inherently evil.
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