Volume VIII 1359 Secrets Under the Ground!

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What is that? It's a set of rhythmic flashing light signals, you can clearly see that the light source is hidden in the middle of the rubble, and the light source is not diffuse to the surroundings, but has a very clear direction like the searchlight of a lighthouse.

Molière could see at a glance what it was...... Don't talk, it should be that the intelligence officer is using the bright lights to transmit information! This is a means borrowed from a warship to transmit orders on the dark sea, which is very clever and ingenious!"

"Oh my boy! This hiding is too hidden, isn't it close to the ground? Don't move, don't make a sound, look at ...... carefully."

As expected, the lights flickered very rhythmically, this must be the Chinese intelligence officer was transmitting a message, and when the lights went out three minutes later, a grenade was suddenly thrown from the Chinese position, and all of them were concentrated in one area.

Boom Boom Boom ...... The flames of the explosion rose into the sky, and Molière could clearly see that in the bombed area, there was a group of Russian soldiers lurking like them.

On the left and right flanks of this group of soldiers there were Russian troops charging against the rain of bullets from the landing team, and it turned out that those two positions were feints, and the main force of this assault was here.

"It's bad, they're exposed!" Molière exclaimed, but to no avail, the Marine counteroffensive had already begun. The four people hurriedly crawled into the corner of the battlefield, carefully hiding, and watched as the Chinese smashed this countercharge.

"I understand, I finally understand! No wonder we suffered so many casualties when we attacked the four fortresses before! It turns out that there are ghosts on the battlefield!"

"Where the hell is the enemy hiding? Just now the light signal is so hidden, so close to the ground...... Could it be that there are ghosts underground?" as soon as this thought came to mind, Molière's heart was as restless as grass.

He risked being exposed and approached the battlefield again, only to find the strange light signal again after ten minutes of lurking, and it was in the middle of the rubble.

"There must be a doorway, the pile of stones is very tricky, the boulder is as tall as a person, I'm afraid that the explosives can't destroy it, if the middle Chinese build a bunker under here, then it's really difficult for us to find the clues......"

"How many of us are going to bet?" Molière asked, looking back.

It's all at this time, can the others still have a choice? There is no turning back from the bow, let's fight together!

The situation on the battlefield became more and more severe, and during the period when Xiao Lotian did not land on the main island and Luo Huo did not go up to suppress the formation in person, the morale of the marines was once suppressed by the Russian army, and a large number of artillery positions

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Destroyed, countless ammunition depots were set on fire, and moth-like daredevils pierced the position again and again.

In the midst of such a chaotic battle, Molière really found countless opportunities, and he successfully crawled towards the pile of rubble. This is a very patient person, he was born a genius for intelligence work, and on the battlefield where the war was raging, at that moment he was undazed, and the voice in his ears disappeared.

Everything in the whole rocky area became a three-dimensional picture in his mind, and he had to carefully touch the grass, shrubs, large and small stones, including the damp moss that could be touched.

The hard work paid off, and finally more than five meters away from the light signal just now, in an angle pressed out by several boulders, he found a black light.

A cannonball exploded in the battlefield, and at the moment when the flames soared into the sky, a metallic luster appeared in the corners of the boulder.

"This is it! The entrance is here, crushed by stone...... It turns out that they hid inside and never wanted to go out! What a group of determined intelligence geniuses! What the hell is down there?"

"Sir, how are we going to get in? This kind of door must be locked from the inside, and it is impossible to open it!"

"Don't worry, I have a way! Gather all the grenades on your body and use them, and remove the fuse and connect them together...... After a while, these Chinese will have to fire and throw grenades, and take advantage of the chaos to ignite explosives, I believe that ninety percent of them will not be exposed!"

The four of them touched for a long time and tied the last four grenades on their bodies together, and the fuse was not long enough to dismantle the bullets, and poured a line of black powder on the rocks, and everyone could light them when the artillery battle began.

Boom Boom Boom ...... The battlefield was still rumbling with artillery, and the attention of the Chinese army was all on the counter-charging Russian army, and no one knew that there were actually four lurkers hiding here.

The opportunity finally came, when the artillery fire of the Chinese counterattack exploded dozens of meters away from the pile of rocks, Molière ignited the black powder on the ground, and then hid behind a big tree with his head in his arms.

The tongue of fire roamed on the ground, and after a while, it got into the crack of the stone, only to hear a muffled bang, the earth shook and the smoke and dust scattered, and the gravel crackled and fell on Molière and the others.

No one dared to check the results of the battle, because they did not know if they had been exposed, but looking at the frantic shelling around him, Molière felt that he should be lucky.

Sure enough, it was not exposed, and the four of them climbed towards the entrance of the cave excitedly, only to see at a glance the deformed iron door that had been blown up, and the narrow angle just now could already accommodate one person to pass through Guò.

"Prepare wet grass balls, light them and throw them in, choke them to death......" The grass balls that have been prepared a long time ago are mixed with dry grass and wet grass in proportion, and after being lit, they quickly emit choking smoke, and these immoral things threw three directly into the hole.

The smoke emitted by three ball-sized balls of grass was enough to choke a room full of people, and even if they didn't choke to death, they could choke them.

There was a faint cough, and Molière was the first to crawl in, and when he saw a qiē in it, he was so frightened that his urine-soaked handkerchief fell to the ground.

"Oh my God! Praise God, we have found the big fish!"

The basement was small, only a dozen square meters, and there were only two intelligence officers in it who did not know their fate or death, one leaning against the doorway with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, while the other was lying on a table with something in his hand.

And what Molière didn't expect was that there was a telegraph here!

"Come in, plug the hole, and disguise yourself!"

Taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, Molière and his men climbed into the underground concrete fortifications and blocked the gap that had just been blown up with stones.

Molière protected the telegraph like a baby, and the remaining three began to clean the booty in the basement, and when they broke open the palm of the deceased's hand, a notebook the size of a matchbox was revealed.