Bullets whistled and fluttered, and a torrential rain of bullets rained down from the darkness, bringing down the guards gathered in the basement passage. Screams erupted, blood flowed everywhere, and after only a few seconds, more than half of the executioners who were the rulers of the scene just now fell, and for a moment the basement was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Seeing this scene, Yakovilivo was terrified: in order to prevent the Tsar's family from jumping over the wall, he ordered the soldiers to block the passage with a human wall, and when they encountered this sudden attack, the soldiers had no choice but to become the ghosts of the opponent's automatic weapons. What's worse is that there is no other way out of this basement, which means that he has also become a turtle in an urn, and there is no possibility of escaping at all!

"Woohoo!" The roar of the torn cloth-like machine guns rang out again, and the soldiers who were still struggling and rolling in pools of blood fell completely silent in a violent convulsion and trembling, and there was no more movement. This time, Yakovilivo heard clearly, the other party was holding a Madsen machine gun, which was very likely to be rare in the Russian army, and its firepower was not at all comparable to his own pistols for close-range execution!

"Why, why did the White Army sneak into the vicinity of Moscow, deep in the territory?" Yakovirivo shouted loudly with horror and disbelief. However, he didn't have time to think about it and regret it. Another grenade flew into the passage, the red light soared, the air rushed, and the broken limbs and flesh flew into the sky, and the previous 13 firing team members were not alive in the blink of an eye. Faced with this sudden change, Yakovilevo was full of thoughts about how to save his life, and the task of executing the Tsar's family had long been thrown out of the clouds; Before the monstrous machine gun could fire again, he shouted hoarsely, "I surrender." I give up. But please spare my life, all the White Guards! ”

"Lay down your arms!" A round, Volga voice suddenly sounded from outside. Yakovivo hurriedly threw the pistol in his hand to the ground. Then he prostrate himself on the ground with his head in his hands. After a while, a messy footstep sounded from the passage, getting closer and closer to him. Trembling, Yakovirivo's mouth was dry, and just as he was about to say something, he was hit hard in the back, and he immediately fell to the ground covered with sand.

Smoke and dust, bright lights. Yakovilivo struggled to raise his head, only to see that several men in black had completely controlled the situation in the basement; Their faces were tightly covered by masks. Only one pair of eyes is left exposed. They showed no omission or mercy for the bloody corpses of the guards in the passage, and used bullets to fill the bloody holes in their brains to ensure that there were no more enemy personnel in this space who could threaten them. Seeing this, Yakovirivo's body suddenly trembled like chaff, but under the direct contact of the cold pistol above his head, he did not dare to make any moves, and could only watch as this group of people slaughtered all his soldiers, leaving him alone in the room.

"Big brother, we seem to be late. The Tsar's family was shot and killed by these demons! Looking at the corpses lying in the middle of the basement, a masked man said with a sense of rage. Tsar Nicholas, Empress Alexandra, and their minor innocent children were not spared by these demons, and now in this situation, how can we go back to the peak and explain to the peak? ”

The man in black in the lead took a deep breath, and the hatred and anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger; Seeing this scene, Yakovilivo's soul flew away, and he suddenly shouted: "Alexey, Crown Prince Alexei is still alive and unscathed!" The execution of the Tsar's family was an order of the Central Committee of Moscow, and I could not bear to carry out the ...... on him" Before he could finish his sentence, Yakovilivo received another heavy blow on the head; Caught off guard, he bit his tongue, and the pain in his heart made him no longer speak.

The leading man looked intently, and saw a young man with a pale face curled up in the middle of the pile of corpses; His body was so slender that he had not seen any signs of it among the Tsars before. The leading man quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart: although the Tsar and his wife had been executed, their heirs had not been cut off after all; Alexei, who was still alive in front of him, left himself with the last chance to complete the task entrusted to him by Berlin.

"Take His Royal Highness the Grand Duke away, and immediately carry all the corpses here to the field and bury them." The leading man did not hesitate any longer, and immediately gave the order to clear the scene. One of the team members then pinned the pistol back to his waist, picked up Alexei, who was still in a nightmare, and walked out; For a trained soldier, Alexei's weight of less than 30 kg is even less than the standard weight of his daily combat.

The leading man turned and looked at Yakovirivo with a murderous and cold gaze; He slowly raised the light machine gun in his hand and aimed it directly at the head of the person in front of him. The muscles on Yakovirivo's face twitched with extreme fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "I am a member of the Suppression Committee, and I will be of great use to you White Army!" There was a large amount of strong acid and gasoline that I had brought nearby, enough to erase all traces of what happened here; I can also use the radio to send a message to my superiors that today's mission has been completed, so that I can buy enough time for you to evacuate this place. ”

Hearing these words, the killing intent in the leading man's eyes subsided greatly. He slowly lifted the muzzle of the gun away from the other party's head and said, "Very good." As long as you fully cooperate with us, we can choose to let you live. ”

The night wind is blowing and the black clouds are low. Under Yakovirivo's guidance, the masked men found the pits and tools used by the guards to destroy the bodies. Corpses were quickly dragged out of the basement and stacked into dark pits. At this time, Yakovilevo realized that there were only six armed men suspected of being White Guards, less than half of his own guards; However, they were all well-armed and able-bodied, dragging two adult corpses at once without any breathing. What's even more rare is that these people all exude a fierce temperament that only belongs to veterans of a hundred battles, and their gestures are full of their simplicity and ability: where their eyes gaze, people can't help but feel a sense of horror and fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if they were being targeted by a tiger and wolf.

"These must be Denikin's personal guards. Only Denikin, who had served as the commander of an army group in the tsarist army, would have these soldiers under his subordinates who had survived a hundred battles. Listening to the rich Volga accent in the conversation of the people around him, Yakovilivo secretly analyzed in his heart. It was incomprehensible to him that these people were able to travel thousands of kilometers into Red Russia without being noticed, and that they did not know where to steal their actions tonight, and that the execution of the Tsar's family fell short. If he had a chance to escape, he would inevitably report these situations to the Moscow regime, which was close at hand.

When the body of the Tsar's family was dragged to the side of the pit, Alexei, who had been immobile like a stake, suddenly began to struggle violently, and a black-clothed team member hurriedly controlled his body firmly to prevent the young man with hemophilia from irreparably being injured and bleeding. Watching his parents and sisters being pushed into a pit that could hardly be seen, Alexei's tears poured out like a waterfall, and his throat let out a poignant roar like that of a dying beast: two hours ago, they were sitting around the dinner table, smiling and doting on their birthdays, but now these closest family members are separated from their own life and death!

"The sins committed by you red devils, the Virgin Mary will never forgive!" The team member who had held Alexei turned his head and glared at Yakovirivo, and the resentment in his words could no longer be concealed. Yakovivo lowered his head, but his heart couldn't help but feel a little contempt: these White Russians are really young and naïve, and they believe in communism, how can these empty gods of capitalism punish themselves?

"You immediately go and send the promised telegram to Moscow. If we notice anything unusual, I promise you'll be the 20th corpse in the pit in no time. The leading man pointed his gun at Yakovilivo and said lightly. Feeling the chill that was coming, Yakovi Woden shuddered and quickly nodded yes. The leading man nodded, then reached out and tore off the Cheka badge on Yakovirivo's chest, and searched for the documents he was carrying in his coat; Facing the latter's stunned and frightened eyes, he smiled slightly: "It's a long journey here, and I need to borrow something like yours as a pass." ”

Yakovirivo nodded and smiled, but in his heart he scolded the other party for being cunning; With the cover of the Cheka's identity, it is difficult for anyone to dare to doubt and pay attention to whether it is a ride or a stay. A member of the team then stepped forward and escorted Yakovilevo, whose hands were trapped, to the farm's telegraph room not far away. As soon as the telegram was sent, they would have been given at least a full day to transfer, and this was undoubtedly a windfall of their trip.

The jars were shattered, and acid was pouring out. A loud sneer came from the pit, announcing the beginning of the final act of destroying the traces of Miè. Moments later, the masked team poured another 200 gallons of gasoline on it and threw a lit lighter far into it. Huge fiery red flames burst into flames, lighting up the entire nearby night sky; No matter what the identity of the corpses in the pit was before their deaths, they have all slept together at this moment, completely returning to the disorder of ordinary inorganic matter.

The leading man looked at the surging fire burning in front of him, and said lightly: "The final burial disposal will be handed over to you." I took Crown Prince Alexei to the first step, and we will finally meet again in Berlin. (To be continued......)

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