Episode 40 Sneak In

The sandstorm at night, the wind was deafening, and the visibility was completely zero. There were no stars, no moon, only roaring sand, and nothing beyond a step was completely invisible.

A few dozen kilometers north of Dihua is the Kurban Tonggut Desert. This is the second largest desert in China and the center of the Junggar Basin in northern Xinjiang, second only to the Taklamakan Desert in the Tarim Basin in southern Xinjiang. Thanks to China's second largest desert, the ferocity of the sandstorms in Dihua is incomparable to the sandstorms in Beijing and Inner Mongolia. Moreover, Dihua is exactly in the middle of the north and south of Xinjiang, just at the pass of the Tianshan Mountains, forming an outlet. When the sandstorm arrives here, it can be described as "earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods".

Xiang Xiaoqiang, Shishige Gege, Wu Yanbin, and the seven strongest local guerrillas, a total of ten people, lined up in a line, one next to each other, tied together with ropes in front and back, each of them completely covered their faces, even their eyes, and struggled to move forward like blind people against the wind and sand.

Xiang Xiaoqiang and Fourteen Gege had not been captured, so the things they had brought with them were still there. In addition to sabers and pistols, they carried with them the rarest things found in the local partisans: binoculars and compasses. It was only with these two things that they dared to imagine that they could touch the Soviet airfield tonight.

At the last moment when the sandstorm was about to blow during the day, Shishige Gege and Wu Yanbin used binoculars and military compass to quickly calculate the approximate distance from the foot of the mountain to the Soviet airfield, as well as a more accurate 360-degree azimuth reading. In the case that the eyes are completely lost, they can only rely on these data to move forward like a submarine that is submerged.

At the forefront of the trek was Wu Yanbin. His robe was like a poncho, completely covering his whole body, even his head and face facing inside. He held the compass in his hand and raised it to his face from time to time to look at the readings of the glow-in-the-dark hands and correct the direction he was heading.

Ten people were completely wrapped in robes, even their heads and faces, but the sand and dust continued to burrow into their nostrils, ears, and mouths. It seems that no matter how thick it is, it is useless. God knows where this dust came from!

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Their plan was not to steal the plane, but to steal the radio. Because stealing planes faced two insurmountable difficulties: one was that no one could fly the plane, and the other was that they did not know when the sandstorm would stop, and even if they could really catch a Soviet pilot, it would be impossible to take off in the sandstorm. And even if the sandstorm stops, I don't know how the runway is buried by the sand, how the plane is destroyed by the sandstorm, and whether it can still fly. Maybe half of the plane was buried in the sand, and it was hard to say.

Whether it was the Ming army or the Soviet army, after the airport was built here, this was the first major sandstorm encountered. No one knows what will happen at the airport.

And just the idea of playing the radio station is much less difficult. Every plane has a radio station on it, and you can get it just by climbing on it. The position of the bomber's radio, next to the radioman's seat, is not integrated with the bridge, and it is entirely possible to get it down. It is not known whether there were emergency backup batteries in the on-board radio of Soviet bombers. There were on the bombers of the Ming army. If anything, then everything is easy to do. If you don't have it, and you just rely on the aircraft to power it, it will be more troublesome, and you have to think about batteries.

Anyway, it's easier to build a radio station than an airplane, and it's easier to build a battery than a radio station. As long as you can figure it out, there will always be a way.

From the poplar forest at the foot of the mountain to the airport, there is an empty distance of seven kilometers in between, allowing the wind and sand to wreak havoc. They walked the seven kilometers for five hours. From seven o'clock in the evening to twelve o'clock in the evening, there were only two short breaks in between. This is a great test for Xiang Xiaoqiang's body. Although his injuries are no longer serious, his body is still very weak. Xiang Xiaoqiang took out the perseverance of tossing in the Yangtze River bare-chested in the winter, gritted his teeth and persevered all the way, and when he finally saw the airport lights, he almost collapsed.

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Wu Yanbin, as the leader, has to lift a slit in the turban every once in a while, look ahead through a few layers of tulle, and confirm whether there is any light. It wasn't until about twelve o'clock in the night that a few bright lights appeared in the distance ahead. It was a searchlight on the watchtower.

When they saw the searchlight, it was already within a few hundred meters. In normal times, the lights can be seen on the mountain more than ten kilometers away.

The normally bright pillar of light now seemed faint and pitiful, and it couldn't penetrate far at all. It was only up close that dense grains of sand could be seen flying across the beam of light. There were a few pillars of light still sweeping in vain, and it could be seen how dutifully the Soviet soldiers above were. Soviet sentinels should have goggles, but to be able to stay on the watchtower in this kind of weather really depends on the fearless spirit of dedicating oneself to the cause of the liberation of all mankind.

But it was completely useless. Even if someone is standing under the watchtower, the pillar of light hits it, and you can't see the figure unless you look closely.

In this environment, talking is completely useless. Even if you shout in your ear, you may not be able to hear it.

According to the prior agreement, Wu Yanbin slapped the fourteen squares behind him three times, which indicated that it was time to show his eyes. Fourteen Gege slapped Xiao Qiang back three more times. Xiang Xiaoqiang slapped the person behind him three more times...... Soon, all ten of them understood the place, and they all opened a slit in their eyes and looked out through several layers of tulle. Even so, there is still a lot of extremely fine dust in the eyes, which is very uncomfortable.

But one of the big benefits is that they can swagger into the airport and go wherever they want in the airport. Soviet GIs could never see them, could not hear them. As long as the character is not so bad and does not directly bump into the arms of the Soviet sentry.

The group was ten meters away from the watchtower and fifteen meters away from the machine gun fortress, and walked directly into the cordon. It can be said that it went in under the noses of the Soviet army. I usually don't dare to think about it, but today thanks to God, I am in and out of a no-man's land.

They struggled forward, as if their clothes were about to be torn by the wind and sand. Wu Yanbin tried his best to rely on the impression of observing with a telescope during the day, and slowly groped in the darkness. Everyone held their guns in their arms, and as soon as they hit a Soviet sentry, they could be killed instantly. In this weather, the gunfire is not clear from a few meters away.

Instead of a lawn or the rammed earth of an airport runway, there is a thick layer of sand that sinks half a foot into it with every step. It is estimated that even if the sandstorm stops tomorrow, the airport will not be available for a short time. Xiang Xiaoqiang regretted it in his heart, he knew that he wouldn't struggle all the way. It's just a radio station, just let Wu Yanbin come with Fourteen.

After groping in the wind and sand for a while, suddenly a behemoth appeared in front of him.

Just as high as the head, covered in canvas. Wu Yanbin looked through several layers of tulle, touched it again, and determined that it was an engine, on top of a wing. He fumbled his way along the canvas-wrapped wings again, and soon saw the huge fuselage again. Also covered with canvas.

It seems that the Soviets did a decent job, at least protecting the aircraft with overcoats.

Wu Yanbin turned his head and looked at Fourteen Gege. Fourteen Gege also tilted his head, looked at the plane for a moment, and nodded.

So, several people grabbed the canvas cover of the plane and touched the position of the cabin door.

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No one expected that just tinkering with the plane door would take nearly an hour. The first is that the hatch can't find a place. Fourteen Gege's impression of where the door of the Soviet bomber should have been, but there was nothing. She burrowed under the belly of the machine, trying to find the entrance under the belly, but still couldn't find it. And it is not easy to lift the airplane cover in one place. The canvas was wrapped quite tightly, and the wind blew so hard that the canvas stuck to the fuselage. And the visibility is almost zero, so you can only touch it.

It wasn't until after one o'clock in the middle of the night that Fourteen Grid found a hatch at the back of the plane. She pulled hard, but naturally she couldn't pull it.

The hatch is locked! Fourteen Gege was stunned for a moment. And the bomber door is still locked?

However, this is also within her preparation. Fourteen Gege turned around and made a gesture, Wu Yanbin didn't say a word, and immediately handed her a bag of things. This bag was a complete set of tools for the guerrillas, including those collected from blacksmiths, shoe repair shops, horseshoe shops, bicycle shops, and even clock shops.

She asked Wu Yanbin to hold it for him, and she got into the canvas herself, taking such tools for a while, and holding such tools for a while, living like a skilled mechanic.

One of the most important subjects in the espionage training that Fourteen Gege received was to open the door lock and the safe, and he was required to leave no traces. This is a must-have skill for a professional spy. Once locks and safes can be unlocked without leaving a trace, there are plenty of opportunities to steal high-quality intelligence.

Of course, she didn't open the door of the plane. And the lock of the aircraft door is also very different from the ordinary door lock. Fortunately, the cabin door lock is not more difficult to open than the door lock, but easier to open than the door lock.

She drilled out the canvas to beckon, and Wu Yanbin immediately got in. The two of them pushed together, and there was a "bang" to shake, and the hatch slid open.

Wu Yanbin came out and made a gesture to indicate that the hatch was open.

Immediately after that, she and Fourteen Gege got into it one after another, and then turned around and pulled Xiang Xiaoqiang up. Subsequently, several partisans also came up. Only two people were left below.

As soon as Xiang Xiaoqiang came up, he was immediately dumbfounded.

The cabin was brightly lit, and Wu Yanbin and Fourteen Gege stood there stupidly. At the front of the cabin, near the cockpit, a Soviet officer bent over and pointed a pistol at them, his face nervous and frightened.

No one expected that the Soviet army did not place a sentry next to the plane, but put the sentry in the plane.

It's a great location.

The Soviet officer glared and gestured twice with the barrel of his pistol.

Several people looked at each other, hesitated, and slowly raised their hands.