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Zhao Fugui paused for seven or eight seconds, and then followed the wall of the small building and shook like a ghost to the gate.

The gate is not locked.

Zhao Fugui squatted by the door, pushed the bottom of the door a little harder, and the big iron door made a soft "creak" sound, and he pushed open a gap.

At this moment, the gunfire on both sides of the river stopped, and the silence around was terrifying, although the sound from the big iron gate was very small, but in Zhao Fugui's own ears, it was still harsh.

Zhao Fugui squatted in place and did not move, holding his breath and tilting his head to listen to whether there was any abnormal noise around him.

After another dozen seconds, a gunshot rang out across the river, breaking the suffocating silence.

The confrontation between the two sides, too quiet, will make people feel different.

Zhao Fugui reacted very quickly, and at the moment when the gunshot rang out, he pushed the iron door out of a gap that could be entered.

Entering the courtyard, Zhao Fugui squatted on the edge of the stone platform of a well and carefully observed the courtyard.

The stone platform was a little wet and slimy, Zhao Fugui raised his hand,

sniff

The smell of blood.

The stone platform was black, and there were all blood stains on it, although it had solidified, it was still stained by Zhao Fugui's hand when it was soaked in fog.

Zhao Fugui doesn't care about the blood stains on his hands, those who have their hands covered with enemy blood on the battlefield are all strong.

Only the blood of the weak will be stained on the hands of the opponent.

Stretch out your hands and wipe your trouser legs a few times to wipe the blood off your hands.

Bloodstained hands, unsteady grip on guns.

As far as the eye could see, the courtyard was full of white bandages, and the blood stains on the bandages that had changed color were shocking in the fog, which was in stark contrast to the white bandages.

On the paving path in the courtyard where the gate leads to the house, there is a black mark more than two meters wide, which sets off the surrounding road surface a little shiny.

It was a black trail of bloodstains, which had turned purple, and at night, it looked like a black path.

A blood-colored path formed by the blood dripping from the corpse was the source of fear in the dark night.

This is definitely the devil's morgue, no doubt!

Moreover, judging by the blood stains piled up in so many places, there must be no shortage of corpses piled up in this large room.

The corpses on the battlefield are shocking, and most of the various ways of death Zhao Fugui have seen it, and they can't express it in words.

Thinking that there would be all kinds of corpses piled up in the house, Zhao Fugui's scalp was a little numb, and he no longer dared to enter the building alone to check, he was afraid that after he entered, his legs would be weak and he would crawl out of the house.

"Coo, quack!"

Zhao Fugui learned to cry a toad, and his voice trembled a little.

"Quack, Quack, Quack!"

Li Dazui immediately responded.

Then Li Dazui was in front, Winters was in the center, and after Yan Zhi was broken, the three of them came out of the darkness and walked quickly into the courtyard, and Yan Zhi closed the big iron gate with his backhand. Although his technique is not as refined as Zhao Fugui, the sound made by the big iron gate is extremely small.

Yan Zhi, Winters, and Li Dazui, looking at the white gauze stained with blood everywhere in the courtyard, only cold air came out of their hearts.

The four of them inevitably walked on the bloody path made up of drops of dead people's blood.

The closer I got to the room, the more I could feel the smell of blood getting stronger, and a powerful cold air burst out from the crack in the closed door, as if it was not a corpse parked in this building, but a group of ghosts.

The white bandages in the yard were piled up, and under the soak of dew, they revealed a strong smell of blood.

The building is large, with three floors, the lower floor is made of reinforced concrete, and the second and third floors are clearly made of wood, but they are solid, more textured, and noble.

The building, a classical European-style building that looks to have been at least sixty or seventy years old, is now a place where the corpses of German devils are kept.

The door of the building is wide and tall and heavy, even in the dark night, you can see that the door has an elegant pattern, revealing the nobility and atmosphere of the owner, there are gaps in the tall windows on both sides of the door, and from the gaps roll out a burst of strong nose blood smell, dead cold, dead cold, is the cold of the dead corpse and the cold of the weather.

It's a bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Fugui walked in the front, he slowly walked up the steps, and came to the door, Yan Zhi and the three of them held the rifle, put their fingers on the trigger, and followed behind Zhao Fugui in a fan shape.

Yan Zhi and Winters faced the door and retreated, following behind Zhao Fugui, while Li Dazui stood behind Zhao Fugui and pointed his gun directly at the door of the room.

The three of them are defensive and offensive.

The door was not locked, but it was tightly closed.

Zhao Fugui put his hands on a door, there were blood stains on the door, and it was not yet dry.

Zhao Fugui ignored the bloodstains, first sensed the thickness of the door and whether it was tied inside, and then gently and slightly exerted force.

"Squeak!"

After a bang, a black crack flashed through the door.

suddenly

From the windows on both sides, six or seven black shadows ...... "whoosh" appeared, like sharp arrows, and disappeared in the blink of an eye in the mist.

The four of them broke out in a cold sweat at the same time, and Li Dazui almost pulled the trigger.

"It's a cat!" Zhao Fugui's voice trembled a little, "Don't be afraid, it's a few dead cats." Don't be nervous. ”

After speaking, Zhao Fugui himself also let out a long breath of cold air to relieve his tension.

"I'm going to open the door, everyone hold their breath!"

Zhao Fugui said in a low voice, and then continued to push open the door.

"Squeak?"

A cold bloody breath rushed directly from the house to several people.

Zhao Fugui and the others dodged to another door that was not opened, dodging the bloody breath that rushed out of the house.

There was no sound in the house.

Zhao Fugui took out an empty magazine and threw it into the house.

There was no sound of the magazine falling to the ground, as if it had been thrown on a pile of cotton clothes, and it fell and smacked on another pile of cotton clothes with two slight muffled sounds.

There was no one in the house!

To be exact, there were no living people in the house.

There must have been a pile of dead people in the house.

Winters closed the door with his backhand and turned on the flashlight......

The scene in front of him almost suffocated Yan Zhi, Zhao Fugui, and Li Dazui, who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

Winters opened his mouth wide, his eyes were full of fear, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't help but lean towards Zhao Fugui and the others, his hand holding the gun couldn't help but tremble.

The house was littered with German corpses.

The corpses of the Germans were piled up like a slope, gradually piled up from the door to the top of the wall more than five meters high on the opposite side, and one meter in front of Zhao Fugui and them, the corpses had already piled up.

Except for the place where Yan Zhi and them stood, and the staircase to the right that led to the upstairs, there were no corpses, and the entire room at the bottom of this building was filled with corpses.