Balakliya Camp, the ‘Pushkin’ platform numbered PT-76.
Megan sat on the stone steps of the platform, looking up at the clanging ventilation fan above her head. A string of water droplets flowed out from the gaps in the pipes, causing black moss to grow on the walls.
This place is an underground train station with a huge space.
It is difficult for outsiders to imagine that Mao Xiong has built a complex set of permanent fortifications under the vast Ukrainian plains. It is like the 'Maginot Line', using topography and features to create an underground city.
The Ukrainian plain is too large, which is very conducive to the attack of armored forces. And Ermao is the main food-producing area of the alliance. Once it is occupied by the enemy, it will be a disaster for the alliance.
In order to prevent the enemy from breaking through from the south, Mao Xiong spent a lot of money after World War II to use the Dnieper River as a natural barrier to build a long defensive line.
The Balaklea camp was only part of the defense line.
It was originally impossible for Americans to visit this top-secret place. But now that Ermao is independent, he can't wait to show his new life and difference.
The 'Pushkin' platform is located underground in the Balakliya camp. There are more than a dozen diesel locomotives parked on the rails of the platform. There are special elevators and forklifts responsible for handling.
When necessary, a transport company can operate equipment to transport weapons and equipment stored on the ground and underground in the camp to other directions.
The entire defense line has bunkers, artillery fortresses, hospitals, barracks, field kitchens, maintenance shops and arsenals, as well as power stations and water supply facilities.
Every entrance and exit of the defense line has a huge iron door. Hundreds of tons of iron doors are shielded by a layer of lead, and must be driven to open and close by a high-horsepower diesel engine. This design is both strong and convenient, and is enough to survive a nuclear bomb attack.
The facilities that could cost countless funds to build are now abandoned.
There were beautiful murals painted on the ceiling of the 'Pushkin' platform. However, as time went by and fell into disrepair, the murals were mottled and mold grew.
The wall of the platform was inlaid with a porcelain painting of "Motherland Is Calling". Now the exquisite painting was shattered on the floor, exposing the rough wall.
Megan sat next to the broken tiles, feeling mixed. As an enemy, one day she found that the target she was fighting with all her strength suddenly turned into a coward, and she felt uncomfortable.
The nuclear bomb has not come, World War III has not come, and the end of the world has not come. The world is still peaceful. The defense lines established at a huge cost have not been of any use.
It was conquered without any fighting.
There must have been many evocative stories in the construction of such a miracle on earth. But now no one cares about how many passionate soldiers and workers built this unparalleled underground fortress.
Everything was forgotten and ruthlessly thrown into the garbage heap of history.
Megan was sitting on the steps, with a walkie-talkie at her feet and the sound of electricity buzzing. Her partner Daniel was calling her, "Meghan, please answer if you hear me."
"Daniel, I'm here." The little foreign girl grabbed the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button.
"Where did you go?"
"I'm at the Pushkin platform."
"Where are you going? I'm looking for you everywhere."
The little foreign girl sighed and whispered: "When I entered the camp, the reaction of the guards made me feel that more than one of our teams had been here recently. I left the team and wanted to check who else was here?"
Daniel also sighed, "Rookie, what did you find out? Do you know that the guards here have every reason to kill any outsiders who run around?"
"Forget it. I gave the guards a sum of money and said I wanted to see the 'underground wonders built by the Great Soviet Union,' so they let me visit as I pleased.
We are Americans and the guards were very friendly to me. They even gave me a map of the underground passages to remind me not to get lost. Of course, that map cost me five hundred dollars.
As you said, the alliance is finished.
The underground was empty, and I didn't find anything suspicious. I met some patrolling soldiers, and they all said that most of the underground areas were abandoned and had not been maintained for many years.
If I could pay some money, the soldiers offered to take me around. I was so impressed by their enthusiasm, how ironic it was."
The little foreign girl found it boring. If this place was strictly guarded, maybe she would be interested in exploring around. But now there is a map bought for five hundred dollars, and there are even soldiers willing to lead the way.
This is so boring.
As for the abnormal behavior of the ground guards, Megan also felt that she was not too worried - in such a place where you can come and go freely, no secrets can be kept.
Daniel laughed a few times and said, "The area where the nuclear bombs are stored is more heavily guarded. But we still got through unimpeded. The experts from the verification team went in. They are expected to stay there for a while."
Megan, do you want to come to the underground shooting range? I have made an arrangement with the guards here. For a small fee, I can play with all light and heavy weapons. If I pay for gas, they even allow me to drive a tank.
I have selected more than ten Soviet-style firearms and plan to take them back to enrich my collection. They are really cheap, very cheap.
There are so many weapons and ammunition here, all prepared for World War III. It’s enough for a person to play for a lifetime.”
It was originally a tense and exciting nuclear weapons inspection, but in Daniel's words, it turned into an arms show.
Megan knew that her partner had been an agent for many years, was calm, experienced, and had extraordinary skills. His only hobby was collecting weapons and equipment from all over the world.
The two chatted for a while, and Daniel said that his walkie-talkie was almost out of battery and needed to be replaced. He reminded Megan not to run around and return to the nuclear bomb storage area as soon as possible.
The little foreign girl stood up with a smile and walked back along the underground passage. The air in the passage was not very good, and the lamps were all old models with iron protective covers. Apart from the sound of dripping water, only the sound of footsteps echoed.
After walking a few hundred meters, Daniel's low-pitched call came over the intercom, "Megan, are you there?"
"Here, what's wrong?"
"That colonel named Isakoff..." Daniel's voice was very low, as if he was hiding somewhere and secretly transmitting information.
The intercom can only be contacted by pressing the call button, and there will be no sound after releasing it.
Daniel stopped mid-sentence. Apparently he encountered some situation and had to release the call button.
Megan stood in the empty underground corridor, staring blankly at the walkie-talkie in her hand. She was stunned for a second or two, but soon realized that her partner must have encountered some trouble and was unable to speak.
She didn't know the specific situation and didn't dare to take the initiative to talk. Because as soon as she pressed the call button, the walkie-talkie in Daniel's hand would ring, which might cause even greater trouble.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, Daniel still didn't respond.
Megan suddenly became anxious and began to run with great strides. She wanted to run back quickly to see what happened? She ran more and more anxiously, her face flushed.
The 'Pushkin' platform code-named PT-76 is not far from the nuclear bomb storage area, and the two are connected areas. But when Megan ran halfway, the walkie-talkie in her hand suddenly rang.
Daniel pressed the call button, and several gunshots were heard from the intercom, followed by the agent's desperate but suppressed cry: "Michelle, you are right. I hope you can survive."
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The intercom suddenly rang and stopped. The call button on the opposite side was pressed and released.
Megan's rushing steps had to stop, and her footsteps and breathing echoed in the underground passage. But she didn't know whether she should continue moving forward or turn around and run away.