Episode 36 There is no way to go to the sky, and there is no way to enter the earth

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Fourteen Gege was climbing the ladder, his ears pressed to the stone slab above his head, listening carefully for the movement on it. More than a foot above is the ground. As long as you press the mechanism next to your hand, the stone slab above your head will slide away and you can go out.

It's just that I don't know what's on it. Is it empty, or the muzzle of the Soviet army.

"How's it going...... There was no movement......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang's half-dead voice came from below.

Fourteen Gege glared, lowered his head and rushed down and whispered:

"Shh!!h

Then she continued to listen to the situation above with her ears close to her ear.

Facing Xiao Qiang from below, he moaned half-deadly:

"Fourteen...... You've got to steal a radio station......"

Fourteen Gege was on fire and whispered:

"Shut up!"

I've been listening to it for almost half an hour, and there's not a sound from above. Fourteen Gege made a basic judgment, and there was no one on top.

She looked at her luminous watch, and it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night. At this hour, even if there is still someone on duty, you should be asleep.

It's been three days since the ruins of the mosque were cleaned. And the old imam who hid them hadn't appeared for three days, probably taken away. Now the water and food in the chamber are running out, and there is no oil in the lamp. What's more, the toilet hasn't fallen for three days, and now the stench in the secret room is so bad that the noses of both of them are almost numb.

In short, it is definitely impossible to hide any longer. Whatever the situation is above, it's time to go out and have a look. Even if you get caught by the Soviets as soon as you get out, it's better than rotting down there.

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After three full days of cleaning, the mosque was cleaned up. Even the dust on the ground was almost swept away. The slate floor was also mopped spotlessly. Now, except for the part that was blown down, the interior of the mosque has been basically restored to order.

Now, the interior of the mosque has been basically converted into an exhibition hall, and many photographs, explanatory boards of various texts, and some real objects, such as shackles, leather whips, torture instruments, etc., have been displayed in the long corridors and chapels.

And the Ming prisoners of war, who worked for three days, slept in the chapel at night. The windows of the chapel have intact iron bars, and it is impossible to get out. The only exit is the hallway. And outside the corridor were several Soviet guards, as well as a light machine gun, facing the corridor.

It's already early June, but the night in Dihua is still very cold. In addition to the clothes on their bodies, these dozens of Ming prisoners of war only had some torn blankets and rotten cotton wool to keep out the cold. And the glass on the windows shattered, and the cold wind from outside blew in directly. The prisoners of war huddled together to keep warm and barely asleep.

The one who was squeezed in the middle was Wu Yanbin. In the past few days, these prisoners of war have known his identity and his deeds of "birth and death" in Liaodong, and they have already admired him very much. Every time he sleeps, he gets the middle, that is, the warmest position.

Wu Yanbin had a nightmare tonight.

He dreamed that he was sitting in the graveyard somehow, and then suddenly a woman's hand reached out from the dirt at his feet, grabbed his feet, and dragged him down, and the female ghost was still screaming miserably while dragging it......

Just as he was about to wake up, he suddenly ......

With a "hula" sound, the underside of the ass suddenly emptied, and suddenly the legs and buttocks were stuck there. Immediately afterward, a woman's voice below said "ahhh

Wu Yanbin's scalp exploded, and he opened his eyes. Looking down through the moonlight, a large crack opened under his feet, and a woman's pale face appeared, and a woman's pale hand appeared, clutching her feet and dragging them down desperately.

"Whew————!!!"

Wu Yanbin let out the most miserable howl, but the scream stopped abruptly halfway.

Even gravity pulls him, and he is swallowed up by the earth.

Hula, the slate returned to its original position.

"Huh?" "Huh?" "Who's calling it?" "What's going on?" "Whose leg is it pressing?" "Who has nightmares?"

A group of prisoners of war opened their sleepy eyes, looked at each other, and muttered, all with blank expressions.

Then, when they found that there was some gap in the middle, it was a little cold, so they all consciously squeezed into the middle, and squeezed it tightly, warmly.

Footsteps rang out in the hallway, and then the doors of the chapel opened, and a flashlight flashed through, accompanied by the sound of a bolt.

The flashlight beam shone around the prisoners of war, and all they saw was a pile of sleepy-eyed prisoners of war. The pillar of light shone again on several windows, and it was seen that the iron fence was also intact.

A Russian voice muttered, turned off the flashlight, and closed the door again.

The prisoners of war also cursed, huddled together again, and slept.

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The next morning, it was dawn.

The Soviet soldiers outside shouted, driving all the Ming prisoners of war into the courtyard for a daily routine count.

It's been like this for a few days. There were fifty prisoners of war who cleaned up the rubble, and it was too much trouble to count them one by one. However, counting the number of people every morning is a rule, and it cannot be observed. So he asked the prisoners to count themselves every day. As long as the final number is "fifty", that's right.

This is certainly not reliable, but there is only one exit from the chapel, and how can it be wrong to drive the prisoners of war in and out every day after dark. It is only possible to run away during the day, and it is impossible to escape at night. And every night at the end of the day, the number of people must be carefully counted.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Four!"

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"Forty-six!"

"Forty-seven!"

"Forty-eight!"

"Fifty!"

Escorted by light machine guns, the Soviet sergeant in charge lowered his head, compared the two Chinese characters "fifty" on the notebook, as well as the pronunciation marked in Russian next to it, and the Arabic numeral "50", nodded, closed the notebook, and muttered:

"Click. Herashaw. ”

Then, with a wave of his hand, several Soviet soldiers with light machine guns drove the forty-nine prisoners of war to work elsewhere.

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And in the underground chamber, in the darkness, an argument is going on.

All three of them were surprised and delighted last night. Wu Yanbin didn't expect to meet Lord Xiang and Her Royal Highness the Princess here, and Xiang Xiaoqiang and Fourteen Gege didn't expect that Wu Yanbin not only lived well, but also fell from the sky as soon as he opened the mechanism.

The three of them recounted their experiences over the past few days, and then the focus was on what to do next.

You can't escape in the middle of the night. Because Wu Yanbin knew that the only exit was guarded by the Soviet army with machine guns. It wasn't until daytime, when the prisoners of war had gone out to work, that no one was watching.

Xiang Xiaoqiang advocated running now, but Wu Yanbin said no, there are still a lot of Soviet soldiers outside, because this is next to the Soviet military camp, and now three people suddenly go out, Wu Yanbin is still wearing a Ming army uniform, which will immediately attract attention. Fourteen Gege also agreed with Wu Yanbin. On the one hand, because Wu Yanbin knew the situation outside, it was safer to listen to him, and on the other hand, Fourteen Gege planned to take a risk and wait for the first batch of people who came to "visit" to come in, and then go out among the people.

As for clothes, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Fourteen Gege are not a problem. For so many days, they had all changed into local civilian clothes brought by the imam. It's that Wu Yanbin doesn't have civilian clothes, and he still wears the uniform of the Ming Army.

Discussion comes and goes, and no one has a perfect solution. The problem is that now the water and food are immediately gone, and there is no way to hide anymore. There is another Wu Yanbin, and he has lasted less than a day. Either way, you have to flee today.

Xiang Xiaoqiang still has a low-grade fever, his body is weak, and it is even more difficult to escape.

"No way," Fourteen Gege said through gritted teeth, "I can only take one step at a time." You stay here, I'll go up there and have a look. ”

武言彬 says:

"Your Highness, you are here, let your subordinates go up and see first!"

Fourteen Gege was stunned for a moment and said:

"Your clothes, in case they are discovered......"

武言彬 says:

"If I am discovered, I will be just a prisoner of war who has slipped through the net, and I will be beaten at most, and I will have a chance to escape in the future. Once His Highness and His Excellency are discovered, there will be no chance of escape. ”

Fourteen Gege was quite moved, nodded, and said:

"Okay. Then be careful, don't stand up when you go up, lie down and don't let people see from the window. When you see clearly, come down. ”

"Your Highness, rest assured!"

Fourteen Gege put his ear to the slate, listened for a few more minutes, and finally pressed the mechanism, and the slate slid away, and the dazzling light from outside poured in.

Wu Yanbin poked out half of his head first, looked around to make sure that there was no one in the chapel, and then squatted on the ground with both hands.

He rolled eighteenth by one, rolled under a window, and then carefully peeked out and looked out of the mosque.

Outside there was at least one platoon of Soviet soldiers active. Some are chatting, some are playing the accordion, some are brushing the horses.

Wu Yanbin was really taken aback. He didn't expect so many. Why did the number of prisoners of war go and the number of Soviet soldiers suddenly increase? Is it just to defend this morning's "exhibition"? Or is it that the first visitors today were the Soviet officers and soldiers themselves?

Sweat was pouring down his head. Then he bent over and ran to the door of the chapel with small steps, and gently pushed the two doors.

Can't push it away. The door was locked from the outside.

Wu Yanbin looked around the chapel and saw that it had been arranged into an exhibition hall.