I know that the existence of the "Spirit Squad" must be the highest secret above.

Otherwise, the old chief would not have gone to great lengths to hide our breath.

But what has always surprised me is why a mediocre person like me is also qualified to be placed alongside them?

Suddenly.

The sturdy comrade-in-arms beside me interrupted my thoughts.

He lifted his white robe, revealing the short, skewed folding shovel behind him.

He looked up at the platoon commander beside him until the platoon commander nodded.

He opened the sharp armory shovel and took two bites at both hands.

It's almost round.

With a strong wind, it suddenly slashed towards the chains on the iron gate.

In an instant, sparks flew around.

I could scarcely believe that my eyes, a shovel, could cut through a rope.

I looked at the almost bent shovel in his hand, and thought to myself if this explosive force was next to me.

That's enough to split me in two.

He took a deep breath, fell silent, and turned his head away.

I know.

Because of the sacrifice of their comrades-in-arms, everyone's hearts at the moment feel like a piece of meat has been cut off.

All were silent.

The chains were opened.

All that remains now is to pry the iron door open and find the hidden truth.

I volunteered and pulled out the dagger from my waist.

Forcefully inserted into the crack of the iron door, and suddenly swiped downward.

A shrill voice, echoing in the head, buzzing.

The dagger, the tighter it gets to the end.

I almost used the strength of breastfeeding, and the green tendons on my forehead burst out, and I forced the dagger into the iron door.

Only the handle of the knife remains, and it is still exposed.

I took two sharp breaths, and the turbid air instantly hit my brain, choking me almost without breathing.

I coughed violently uncontrollably, and the comrade-in-arms next to me, who had just rotated the military industry, came over again.

He nodded, motioning for me to get out of the way.

I didn't take it and obediently gave up my position.

I didn't expect that there was such a ruthless person hidden in the team, the overlord lifted the crown and pulled out a thousand pounds.

"This guy, before enlisting in the army, shouldn't he be practicing weightlifting?"

He gritted his teeth and looked struggling.

With the muscles in his arms, the military uniform was almost stretched open.

In everyone's ears, a click was faintly heard.

I looked closely at the iron gate.

Suddenly, I found it.

The iron door trembled faintly a few times, and a pitch-black crack cracked.

It looks like it was almost rusted to death before.

No one dared to speak out.

They all stared silently at the iron door in front of them.

I'm afraid I'll miss a single detail.

The sturdy comrades-in-arms exerted their strength again, and the gap in the iron gate was instantly broken open even more.

Until, reaching the size of an arm's arm, he can no longer break free.

"Come on, everyone."

The platoon commander beside him roared angrily, and four or five comrades-in-arms walked over from the crowd.

Everyone worked together and clasped their wrists tightly around the gap in the iron door.

But this time, no matter how hard he tried, the iron gate still didn't move, as if it had come to this moment.

It has already opened to the maximum, and it is difficult to shake half a point again.

In the team, the wolf-eyed flashlight in the hands of the comrades-in-arms emitted a strong light, shaking people who couldn't open their eyes.

Under the strong light, the crack in the door was still pitch black, and there was no scene to be seen.

Only the whirring outward, the freezing cold wind, pierced my spine.

I suddenly felt a little happy in my heart.

Everyone knows that if there is air in it, then there must be an exit to the top.

Perhaps this is also the reason why the team has not suffered from a serious lack of oxygen after being underground for so long.

I was wearing a gas mask, and subconsciously, little by little, I was looking inside through the crack in the door.

The comrades-in-arms behind me were a little worried, for fear that something would happen to me.

I turned my hand behind my back and twisted it twice, signaling that there was no danger.

In the darkness in front of him, a glimmer of light suddenly burst out.

Although it seemed distant, it was always getting closer to me, and behind the iron gate seemed to be connected to an unknown world.

It also gave me a mysterious feeling, like a mysterious and vast universe.

Boundless.

My eyes widened, staring at the light.

A little bit.

First under the feet, then on the whole body, as if the whole heart melted.

The expression at this time must be intoxicated.

Thanks to the fact that I was wearing a gas mask, otherwise I would have been seen by my comrades-in-arms and would have been able to smoke ** for me.

At this moment, I also have some doubts in my heart.

Why do you feel this way? It's just that there is no weirdness in my heart, it's more like being in the so-called "heaven".

I looked up and turned around.

He took a deep breath, and then forcefully removed the gas mask on his face.

He waved his hand at his comrade-in-arms with a concerned expression on his face.

"I'm fine..., I just feel a little weird."

His chest fluctuated and he breathed deeply.

In my ears, it seems to be accompanied by mysterious and beautiful music, which hits my heart little by little.

"Shhhh

Brother Leng, who was originally in the corner, also snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

With a quick step, he walked over quickly, looking at the cracked iron door that opened in front of him.

Clam up.

After a while, he turned to look at me and whispered.

"Hummingbird, what do you see?"

My breathing became a little short, and I don't know if it was because I took off my gas mask.

"Brother Leng..., you let me slowly... Take a breath. ”

"It's..., it's weird..., I can't describe it in words."

I took two sharp puffs at once, regardless of whether there was really something wrong with the air.

I just want to make my body a little more comfortable.

My words made my comrades-in-arms beside me feel curious.

Someone was eager to put his hand in the crack in the door.

I couldn't help but feel a little worried, for fear that something might happen.

I barely lifted my spirits, trying to stop the movement of my comrades in front of me, and the brief heaval of my chest gradually turned into a lack of oxygen.

In the gap between my hands, I put the gas mask on my face.

But I didn't expect that it had made a big mistake.

Beside him, a comrade-in-arms of medium height who looked a little strange gradually squatted down.

He lowered the Type 56 rifle he was carrying on his shoulder and slowly placed it on the ground.

Learning what I had just done, I glanced inside, and then subconsciously stretched my whole arm into it.

Left and right, back and forth.

Suddenly.

He seemed to have grasped something, and his expression became grim.

"Shhhhhh

I could clearly see that his complexion gradually turned pale from normal, almost bloodless.

"It's broken!"

Looking at the sudden predicament in front of him, Brother Leng and the platoon commander exited almost at the same time.

I shuddered, and my heart chuckled.

A chill permeated my heart.

"I... Inside, there's something inside that's scratching my hand! ”

His expression gradually became frightened, and even a veteran who had been through a hundred battles couldn't help but be a little flustered when he was subjected to such an encounter.

I held my breath, grabbed his left arm with both hands, and pulled it back with a sharp force.

The comrades-in-arms behind him, watching his arm, withdrew from the crack in the door little by little, and ran over one after another.

Everyone worked hard, but they were very careful, for fear that if they used too much force, they would break his entire arm.

I turned my face sideways, and vaguely, I saw that his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Soybean-sized drops of sweat, "tick-tock." ”

It slid down his forehead and dripped onto the white robe that was already soaking wet.