Due to the error in the information provided by Schultz to the guards provided to Turtledove in the previous operation to rescue Anna, this time Turtledove was in a spirit of 12 points, and did not dare to relax in the slightest, because Schultz also said that those messages are dead after all, and people are alive, so be flexible.

"Be flexible, dare you sit there and watch a good show, don't take this risk."

The turtledove in the dark secretly muttered a few words in his stomach, and when he finished complaining, the guard in front of him slipped under a tree to pee, taking advantage of this time, the turtledove tiptoed past, he wanted to find a chance to knock the other party unconscious, but as Schultz said, "people are alive", and the other party happened to pee.

The munitions warehouse is a huge building made of concrete and steel, divided into three floors, and the official entrance is only a heavy iron gate on the first floor, which not only requires a password, but also makes a loud noise when opening and closing, so in order not to alarm the guards here, Ikaruga can only enter through a less formal entrance.

For example, there are several drainage ditches on the outside of the munitions warehouse, one of which is only separated from the internal ventilation pipe by a thin wall, and by following the ventilation pipe all the way up, the turtledove can climb directly to the top floor of the munitions depot.

Turtledove didn't know why Schultz knew the structure of the munitions depot so well, so he probably had a special method of gathering information.

The nearby guards weren't too hard to avoid, Ikaruga had already memorized a few key positions, he was dressed in black and crawled slowly on the ground, choosing the safest detour route, unless he hit the opponent's nose head-on, it would be difficult for the guards to spot him.

Seeing that the turtledove climbed dozens of meters away from the munitions warehouse, a watchtower unexpectedly appeared in his field of vision, and the bright searchlight swept the open space around the munitions depot from time to time, and the turtledove hurriedly hid his body in the bushes.

Another guard passed by him.

The two of them couldn't find the turtledove that deliberately hid themselves, they walked with a smile, one said that he would find a place to drink some wine when the guard changed later, and the other said that it was just right, and I still had some snacks over there, and I could enjoy it while drinking and eating.

……

Schultz told Ikaruga that the searchlight swept around the munitions depot every fifteen seconds for nearly thirty seconds, and that he theoretically had forty-five seconds to approach the munitions depot the next time the searchlight swept past him.

In terms of time alone, this is quite abundant.

While sneaking in, the turtledove also had to pay attention to the dozen or so sentry posts scattered around him, and he had to avoid patrols that could sneak up on the neighborhood at any time, so in general, he still had to be more careful.

Now is the time.

The two patrol members who were discussing drinking and eating had just walked away, and the searchlight had just passed by at the right time, and the turtledove silently recalled the approximate location of a dozen sentry posts, and with a bow of his body, the whole person rushed out of the hiding place like a sharp arrow.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the furious turtledove was able to pick up on any changes around him, and he saw the guards on the nearest sentry yawning against the wall, and the movement of the other party became extremely slow, and the turtledove could even see the thin silk thread drawn from the saliva between his two lips.

It's a strange feeling—everything becomes clear and slow, except for one's own consciousness and body.

There was no doubt that the turtledove had successfully reached the special drain, he gently lifted the metal lid with both hands, put it aside, and the pungent smell made him brow, the turtledove pulled up the black mask, glanced down, and then jumped into the drain, and pulled the metal lid back to its place.

……

Holding a small flashlight, the turtledove walked forward one foot deep and one shallow foot in the ditch, and he carefully counted the outlets he passed, and when he counted the seventh, the turtledove stepped forward and tapped his finger on the metal fence in front of him, saying that this was different from what Schultz had told him.

Schultz didn't say anything about the metal fence here, but fortunately, the turtledove was fully mentally prepared, he grasped the lock on one side of the fence with one hand, and entered a state of rage again, and suddenly heard a crisp sound of "Zheng", and the lock the thickness of his thumb was broken by his brute force.

It didn't take much effort on the part of the turtledove, for the lock had been soaked in stinky water and had rusted to the point that it was not looking good.

Forced to endure the nausea to go in, even wearing a mask, the turtledove was about to faint from the smell here, he was a little afraid to guess where this was the outlet pipe, but what else could he do, he came here, could it be difficult to turn around and go back?

Ikaruga is not a person who gives up easily, and he comforts himself with himself:

"It's okay, you get used to it when you smell too much."

Unfortunately, the fact is that no matter how long he smells this smell, he will not get used to it, and Ikadove does not know how long he has climbed down the pipe, he only feels that his consciousness is about to blur, and then he finally sees an upward ladder.

It's finally here.

The turtledove did not climb down the ladder to the top, he counted "one, two, three, four...... and when he reached seventeen, he took out a chisel from the backpack behind him and aimed it at the wall behind him.

Without a hammer, it would be a lot of effort to dig the wall with a chisel, but with a hammer it would be too noisy, and if you didn't do it, it would cause the guards to be alert, and there was no time limit here, and the turtledove could chisel as long as it wanted, as long as it was done before dawn.

The turtledove had been chiseling a dozen centimeters until he finally cut through the broken wall between the drainage and ventilation pipes, and he was ecstatic to widen the passage, saying that he could finally leave the foul-smelling environment.

Drilling into the ventilation pipe, this place is much narrower than the drainage pipe, and the turtledove can't even stand up in it, and he climbs forward along the pipe not far away, and then comes to the place where the pipe is up, and supports the pipe wall with both hands and feet, and the turtledove sticks to the pipe all the way up like a gecko.

Climbing to the top, Ikaruga figured that he was already on the third floor of the munitions warehouse, and he pressed his ear to the ceiling beneath him, and without hearing any sound coming from below, he slowly moved aside a barbed wire fence in front of him and glanced down.

No one.

As far as the eye could see, there were rows of gun racks full of all kinds of weapons, so many that the turtledove could not count, and he ripped off his mask, and his mouth was almost closed.