Wan Huan used a bamboo pole to pick up some of the stalks, and a piece of damp wood was exposed, and there were rusty iron bars on the board.

After clearing all the straw around the plank, he piled up a pile of wooden boxes that were about to reach the top of the cave, and appeared in the sight of Huanhuan.

The wood of these boxes is not good, the workmanship is not exquisite, and the style looks a bit like that kind of wooden shipping container.

There seemed to be handwriting on the chest, but it was blurred, and the iron bars and locks on it were rusty.

Looking at the rough style and texture of these boxes, they don't look like boxes with delicate objects.

However, she still wanted to open the box, she was very curious about what was inside, worthy of the road and walls in this cave.

Such a large amount of work was done to hide these wooden boxes.

If she hadn't opened the boxes and seen the contents, her curiosity would have suffocated her.

Kicking on the wooden chests as much as he could, he climbed to the top of the tallest chest.

She pinched the iron lock on the box and twisted it, the lock had long since rotted, and completely turned into rust in her hand, and fell down in a stumbling manner.

The wooden planks of the box were swollen due to moisture, and they were stuck tightly, and there was no lock as a fulcrum, so it was not easy to open them with bare hands.

Duan Huan felt that it was difficult to stand on it and open the box, so he thought about simply moving the box down and opening it slowly.

The rings on both sides of the box were also rusty, and they had to be carried with their bare hands.

You can pick the two corners of the box and lift it, huh? It didn't move!

Huanhuan's strength is one to two times greater than that of ordinary adult men, although she didn't use force just now, but she didn't move, this situation is really not normal at all.

What's in there? It's so heavy!

Duan Huan decisively gave up using her clumsy strength, drove her mental power to help her support the bottom, and put the box firmly on the ground in three or two clicks.

Then he tried his best to repeat his old tricks, and used his mental power to pry open the gap in the box, and soon opened the box.

The aim is a neatly arranged iron lump, which is a reticulated cylinder.

Duan Huan closed his eyes, thinking that he had seen it wrong, and took out a flashlight to shine it, but it made Duan Huan jump.

Isn't this the throwing weapon commonly used during the Anti-Japanese War, the famous "melon mine"?

People who have never seen the real "melon thunder" may have also seen similar props in anti-Japanese war films.

It is the kind of grenade that needs to be struck on the steel helmet or other hard objects before being thrown.

Probably because the boxes are well sealed, the inside of the cave is not too damp overall, and there are not many rusts on these melon mines.

Duan Huan picked up one and looked at it, the insurance pins on it were quite flexible, and it was estimated that they could still explode now.

These melon mines, which specific period before the founding of the People's Republic of China left?

Which team does it belong to?

Who is hiding here?

After a short while, the head of the joy made up a lot of information.

However, the brain is the brain, and such a major matter cannot be easily defined, labeled, and conclusions.

Duan Huan carefully put down the "melon" in his hand, and wanted to open other boxes, thinking that maybe there might be clues in other boxes.

I just wanted to use my mental power to continue moving the box, but I thought about it and stopped moving.

She took out her camera from the space, loaded a new roll of film, and took pictures to collect evidence while the scene was still relatively intact.

Duan Huan bit the small flashlight with his mouth to illuminate and fill the light, and took photos of the straw stacks and stacked boxes next to the mountain wall one by one.

Then, every time I move a box down, I will take a picture of the appearance of the box and the ammunition and weapons in the box.

However, after about a dozen boxes, I still didn't see any substantial clue evidence.

Although Wan Huan has seen these weapons, he has already guessed in his heart, but without evidence, he can't just talk about it.

Maybe it was God's favor, or maybe it was good luck, and Duan Huan finally found the box with clear handwriting in the middle of the box pile.

The text on the box not only clearly wrote the name and number of weapons, but also the words "Showa 14".

"Showa" But during World War II, the reigning emperor of Japan was the one who later escaped the trial of the International Military Tribunal for the Far East.

I took the photos carefully, these are real bloody evidence.

Although these ammunition boxes are stacked together, it doesn't seem to be too much, but when they are moved down and spread out one by one, the caves of hundreds of square meters are about to be overwhelmed.

There are many of them, and there are many types, and hand-thrown ammunition like "melon thunder" is very inconspicuous in it.

With grenadiers, light and heavy machine guns, and 38 canopies, the cave now serves as a small military ammunition depot.

In the end, I also saw a few "Wang Ba boxes" in the box, as well as a very delicate M1911.

In front of this powerful and delicate M1911, I can't take my eyes off or move my feet.

Who made her a military firearms fan, and at the same time a face control?

For a while, I really wanted to keep this M1911 and the ammunition that matched it as my own.

She was even thinking that if she put it in the space anyway, God knows about it, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to say it, no second person will definitely know.

When he really stretched out his hand, he hesitated again.

This matter is not trivial, the nature is different from her private collection of antiques, and it is definitely a political incorrect thing.

I thought about it and endured it, but finally gave up.

She repeatedly warned herself that these were evidence, and that she could not destroy these substantive evidences because of her own selfishness.

Huanhuan quickly took out a few Japanese books and notes in this box, and put them into the satchel she was carrying first.

Japanese books don't matter, but the notebook in it, with a photo of a man and woman in a kimono on the title page, looks like a diary.

The level of Japanese is average, limited to daily listening and speaking, but reading this diary is still enough to cope.

Most of this diary is written about homesickness and his fiancée, but there are also some side descriptions of the aggression and atrocities of Japanese soldiers.

It stands to reason that the diary is something that you carry with you, and I don't know why this diary is in an ammo box.

But whatever! It doesn't matter where you put it, the important thing is that now this diary has seen the light of day.

The diary is both evidence and a valuable historical artifact that must be carefully stored.

Then the box was closed with a "snap", out of sight and out of mind, and it can also effectively reduce the desire for greed.

In the end, I barely took a panoramic picture, and after a little tidying up, I returned to the cave the same way, and did not forget to restore the cave entrance to its original state.

She dusted off her body, brushed her hair twice, and soon returned to the courtyard of the Dong family.

。 Sogou