On a rainy night, he and two of his comrades on patrol stumbled upon a cave.

There were too many poisonous snakes in the barren mountain, and it was just as it was getting dark, so the three of them stayed in the cave for a night.

The original mountain range has long been planned as a protected garden, but I heard from the villagers under the mountain.

This mountain was occupied by the Japanese army a few decades ago, and countless fortresses and ordnance were laid out, and air-raid shelters were extended in all directions.

Many villagers went up to the mountains to collect treasures, and often dug up the bones of Japanese soldiers, and even command knives and guns from the muddy ravines.

Brother Leng and the other two comrades-in-arms didn't worry too much, they just thought about waiting until the rain stopped and returning to the army to report the next day.

Originally, the three of them were talking and laughing in the cave, but in the second half of the night, strange events followed.

First, the cave faintly echoed with the sound of violent gunfire, as if from the battlefield of the fortress more than ten years ago, shouting trumpets and bayonets.

The sound is particularly eerie.

Then the surrounding rock walls began to fall off, and two Japanese skeletons that had been built into the cave by cement leaked out.

The three of them couldn't help but be frightened by this scene, their scalps were numb, and they were completely tired.

Brother Leng casually took out the dagger on his waist, walked into the depths of the cave and slashed hard, and dug out a few more bones.

Wearing a faded steel helmet on top of his head, his bone-like palms clenched the telephone microphone that was almost rotten to slag.

The three of them had a premonition that something was wrong, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

At that moment, there were strange telegraph sounds in the entire empty and narrow cave.

"Didi... Drip... drip".

The sound was crisp and pleasant, and it really echoed in the ears of the three people.

However, among the three people, Brother Leng also used to do communication work, and it was not difficult for him to translate telegrams.

In this way, the two comrades-in-arms guarded Brother Leng's side, and Brother Leng used the small radio station he carried with him to send a telegram to the headquarters to request support.

On the other side, in this simple environment, the mysterious radio waves from the narrow cavern are translated.

Time passed minute by minute, until the second half of the night, when the rain was pouring down.

The rain in the mountains and forests almost poured into the cave, but fortunately, at dawn the next day, Brother Leng finally contacted the headquarters.

And the weird telegraph frequency band was also completely cracked by him.

The translated message was not as complicated as imagined, but a few words left an indelible memory in the hearts of Brother Leng and the two comrades-in-arms beside him.

"Superior, superior, I'm a tank, I'm a tank, request for support, ask for support."

The three of them knew that this translation was very likely to be of great importance, so they did not dare to delay and immediately returned to the army.

But to Brother Leng's surprise, the miniature old-fashioned radio station that he often carried with him was left in the cave because he was in a hurry.

After returning, the superiors were suspicious of this matter, and because of other tasks, everyone gradually forgot about it completely.

Until one day, something weird happens again.

This time, the radar at the headquarters actually received the radio signal that Brother Leng left in the cave.

The message of the radio station was also very vague, but under the forced translation of many communication personnel, the short and strange short paragraph was finally translated.

"Superior, superior, I'm a tank, I'm a tank, request for support, ask for support."

This time the signal was vague and almost inaudible, as if it had been sent from far away outer space.

The higher-ups at the headquarters also immediately decided to launch an investigation team on the matter.

As a team of more than 40 people swept into the mountain, the sun in the lush mountain forest gradually set.

But this time, the three of them couldn't find the location of the cave at the beginning.

It wasn't until it was completely dark that everyone planned to set up camp in the same place, and the communicator they carried with them actually sent a strange radio wave again.

Brother Leng held the earpiece in his hand, his expression gradually became a little frightened, and finally he took a bite to say.

This is the signal band that the three of them heard in the cave at the beginning.

What happened this time was really reflected in everyone's minds, although they were a little frightened by this supernatural thing.

But there are many people and great strength, not to mention that the era at that time was in the Red Guard period, and "sweeping away all the ghosts, snakes and gods" is also a task that must be carried out in the army.

Until the next day, one of the team members kicked the steep hill without any problems, and actually sunk into it along with his entire body.

Brother Leng and the team members next to him realized that something was wrong and hurriedly ran over to rescue.

In the dark cave, Brother Leng and the two comrades-in-arms recognized at a glance that this was the cave where they had once sheltered from the heavy rain.

Perhaps it is the continuous rain in the past few months, which has loosened the soil slope and slightly changed the original landform, and completely buried the cave.

The whole team cheered for a while, and then the digging of the earth, the cooking of the fire of the cooking.

I want to hurry up and figure out what this place is all about.

Brother Leng volunteered with a shovel and a few comrades-in-arms, and the wet soil was dug up with a spade.

The once real environment in the cave is completely revealed to everyone.

It turned out that this was once a Japanese military communications fortress, and the skeletons of the two Japanese soldiers who were dug up by the three of them were the Japanese army communication personnel stationed here decades ago.

At this point, the matter should have come to an end, but what people did not expect was that the strange sound of radio waves still did not subside, but became more and more intense and clear in the cave.

After more than ten days of exploration, the whole team was already exhausted, and even the dry food they brought was not much left.

Under the deliberation of everyone unanimously raising their hands and voting, it was finally decided to completely blow up this place with the ** they brought.

But when the lead gradually burned out, the **and** bags connecting the fulcrum of the cave couldn't blow up.

Brother Leng had a premonition in his heart, and then returned with several comrades.

This time they were as fierce as they dug into the cave following the sound of radio waves they heard in their ears.

Eventually, the team dug an iron gate in the deepest part of the cave.

When everyone was apprehensive, they opened the iron door little by little.

The weird and terrifying scene was completely reflected in everyone's minds, and it was difficult to erase it for a long time.

Behind the iron door was a small, old communications room, where a thin, dusty corpse sat at a desk and kept typing messages.

On the table next to the corpse, there was an old-fashioned radio station that Brother Leng had once lost in the cave.

It turned out that in the past war, this communications officer stationed in the Japanese fortress had been desperately contacting his superiors with his comrades to call for support.

Just the moment when the fortress was broken by the enemy.

The muddy hillside completely covers the entire cave of the fortress.

But they did not despair, and still relied on the supplies in the cave to send reports to the outside world.

Until Japan announced its unconditional surrender, they still couldn't believe that this was the reality, and they still pressed the button to send the report every day and night.

In the end, all the communication personnel, one by one, because they couldn't stand the oppressive and weird atmosphere, finally chose to commit suicide.

And the staff member who was in the deepest part of the fortress still had faith in his heart, and every day he sent out newspapers except for eating.

Until his body gradually stiffened and his breathing slowly stopped, but in his consciousness before death, he still kept repeating the movements.

With his almost dry arm, he kept tapping the button of the telegram.

And this radio wave may also be due to the interference of a mysterious magnetic field, which has been completely left in outer space in the long river of time.

It wasn't until the sudden visit of Brother Leng and his two comrades-in-arms that the whole thing surfaced little by little.

Almost a few decades have passed, and things have long been different.

Perhaps when they came, this radio wave still echoed in outer space, and it was not sent to the so-called "superiors" for a long time.

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