Kanto Army Underground Fortress 1

The fat man asked me: You have military knowledge without this, it is impossible for you to have tanks.

I said: Let's go in first if there is any tank. In fact, even if there is a tank, it may not be able to drive it. It has been almost forty years. After so long, even if you do maintenance every day, it will be scrapped.

The passages in Gnaku are complicated, like mazes. In order to avoid getting lost, we slid forward by the wall and looked for an exit.

The passages and Gnaku of the underground fortress are both arc-shaped tops, which are very high. This is a water-proof structure. When you shine it upwards with a flashlight, you can see emergency lights and pipelines installed on it. If you can find a motor, you should find a way to make these lights light up.

Not far away, I saw a fortress plan map on the wall, which marked some main passages, traffic trenches, warehouses, military cavings, shower rooms, military rooms, lounges, grain and fodder warehouses, drainage pipes, power stations and other auxiliary facilities. As for the artillery positions, ventilation holes, counterattack holes, observation holes, combat command rooms, and hidden departments, they were not indicated. Inside the hills, the fortress is divided into three layers. The complex structure and huge scale show the degree of importance the Kwantung Army attached to this military base back then.

I took the map off the wall. I used to be an engineer and participated in the construction of military facilities in Kunlun Mountain. With the map in hand, I don’t have to worry about not being able to find the exit. This secret underground fortress is so large that it is beyond my imagination. Its depth has reached 30 kilometers, and the front defense width is more than 60 kilometers. It turns out that the hills on both sides of the Wild Rendge have been completely hollowed out, forming two permanent support defense workers who rely on each other.

In fact, there are three passages in the middle that cross the Wild Rendou, connecting the fortresses under the hills on both sides into one. The underground passage we entered from the ancient tomb of the Jin general in the Jin Dynasty is the lowest of the three passages. The two ends of the fortress are thick and thin in the middle. Although the scale of the two sides is large, there are only three passages in the middle. This may be due to tactical considerations. Once the fortress on one side is captured by the enemy, the passage can still be cut off and the other end can be held.

Judging from where we are, the nearest exit is not far from. I just don’t know if the Kwantung Army deliberately destroyed the exit of the fortress when it retreated. Otherwise, we could only go back from the tomb, and try to climb out of the vents or something. I suddenly thought about what happened to us on the hillside last night. The horse was torn apart by a monster from an underground hole. Could that hole be the vent of a fortress and was dug by the ignorant monster to live in it. If the hole was really a vent, don’t expect to climb out from there. The hole was too narrow.

I told Yingzi and Fatty to tell them how to get out next.

The fat man said: Hu, if you don’t mention it, I’ll forget that the monsters attacking our horses may have regarded this underground fortress as a nest. If we are wandering around like this, we may encounter it. We have to think of some ways to find some weapons to defend ourselves.

I said: That's right, be prepared for any trouble. If the exit is destroyed, we have to crawl out of the robbery hole of the ancient tomb, and then we have to have another head-on conflict with the corpse evil. There should be an area in the Gnaku where weapons are placed. Let's go and see if there are any easy guys. Each person takes a few, and it's best to find the Japanese Tiangua grenade. This kind of grenade has a long shelf life and is not small in power. It's just right to deal with the corpse evil.

Gnakuri was filled with various military-style coats, blankets, dry batteries, lunch boxes, gas masks and other supplies. Due to the unique structure of the fortress, the air here is relatively dry, and some supplies are preserved quite well. I took a few Japanese springfield-style gas masks in it and put them in my bag. Finally, I found a place to store weapons on the right side of Gnakuri.

There were many wooden boxes with guns on the rolling iron rack, without machine guns, and all the water were all Azaka-style rifles, which are commonly known as the 38-Big Cover or Type 38. There were several 60 guns beside the wall, but there were no shells nearby.

The fat man pried open a wooden box containing a rifle, grabbed one of the rifles, pulled the bolt with a slam, took a photo into the bolt with a flashlight, and said to me: Lao Hu, this gun can still be used, it is all new guns that have not been opened, the mechanical parts are oiled and have not yet been loaded.

Yingzi and I also took a gun. I raised the Tomosaka rifle and aimed it, and threw it back: The Japanese broken gun only has a capacity of 5, and the non-automatic bolt is rotating. The bullet is too slow and the recoil is very high, so I can't use it.

Yingzi asked me: How great is the Japanese gun? It's so powerful. My uncle used this type of gun when he first joined the Northeast Democratic Alliance. Why don't you like using it?

Before I answered, the fat man interrupted and said: Don’t pay attention to him. He plays semi-automatic weapons every day in the army. He is accustomed to having problems. Of course, he doesn’t like this outdated gun. If he encounters a corpse evil again, we will stand behind him and take a look at his way of making a fuck. While speaking, he found an ammunition box from the bottom layer. When he opened it, he found a bullet wrapped in oil cloth. The light of the flashlight shone with a yellow golden light. The fat man’s father has been spoiling him since he could walk. He has been an expert in using guns when he was in junior high school. The principles of rifles are similar. Although the fat man has never used a Tosaka-style rifle before, he does not feel unfamiliar at all. When he saw ammunition, he picked up the bullet and pressed it into the rifle skillfully. He tapped the bolt and raised it to aim at me.

I quickly pushed his gun away: Don't aim at the loaded gun. The gun is not used to target my comrades. Only the traitor's gun is directed towards my own people. I don't like to use this kind of gun because this type of 38 is not suitable for melee combat at all. The penetration power of the bullet is too great. A distance of 30 meters can penetrate three or four people with one shot. Unless it is a bayonet for hand-to-hand combat, it is easy to hurt your own people. In addition, there are many steel facilities inside the underground fortress. Once the bullet hits the steel plate, it will produce irregular jumps. Maybe if you don't hit the enemy, you will treat your own people first.

The fat man patted his chest and said confidently to me: Just our marksmanship, we are not going to blow. After so many years, you should know that you are wearing a hundred steps and riding a horse and lighting a light like playing. How could you miss it and hit it on the steel plate. If you don't believe me, let's put an egg on your head in a while.

I interrupted him, and the more I said it, the more I became less clear. Is it easy for me to grow a head? Is it easy for me to think about life, not to put an egg to make you a target? Let's not fight, can you see if there are any other weapons available? I always think this kind of rifle is not a problem. After all, it is a weapon that has been eliminated for many years. Rifles are too often too often go fire when they are too many. When I was on the Vietnam front line, a migrant worker who helped transport supplies for the front line. He stole an old German-made man from the Vietnamese militia. As a result, he got fired while climbing the mountain, and just opened the head of a deputy commander of our regiment. This is not a joke.

Fatty disagreed: Lao Hu, I see that you have changed now. Since you were demobilized from the army, you have not been as afraid as before. You are afraid of the world and you are afraid of your style. Why did Yingzi see a child running over today? You want to take a detour and I told you that you want to go around. You two can't walk anymore, so I'll go over from the shortcut. Thinking back then, when we were the popular guards and went to the countryside, you said you were afraid of those years besides, and who did you think we had been convinced?

I was speechless for a moment, as if it was what the fat man said. In the past, I was covered with a blanket when the sky fell. Since I joined the army, until China's self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, my comrades around me sacrificed one after another. I have truly seen countless bleeding and deaths. To be honest, I have indeed become a mother-in-law now, and I can't help but look back on anything. Has the passage of time really taken away my courage and courage?

I said to the fat man: How old we are now, it is not as good as before. In those years, we were really brave and fierce in the face of the popular guards. We beat anyone who doesn’t like them. But it was a ridiculous era, and now I think it’s ridiculous and sad.

The fat man said: But at least in that era, you fought and charged. I really can't see you as scary as you are now. Do you still remember the long poem I wrote in your notebook I gave you on your sixteenth birthday?

That laptop may have been wiped by me and the fat man gave me a lot of notebooks over the years, because his mother is a cadre of the logistics agency and has various notebooks at home. I really can't remember any long poems.

Seeing that I couldn't remember, the fat man said, "I'll recite a few words and listen to it." Fat man's Mandarin is very standard, and others are also very confident. When he recites it, it really makes me think of an announcer of the Central People's Radio Station. He only heard him say loudly:

We fight guerrillas together in the park, and study together in the classroom. The four old ones were broken on Xianyang Road, and Jinggangshan was connected together.

On the eve of the burial of the Emperor's Rebellion, we listened carefully by the radio before marching to the world, and the Ministry of Defense declared war every word and word

After the fat man read the first sentence passionately, I immediately remembered it. This was a long narrative poem called tribute to the warriors in World War III. It was widely circulated among the Red Guards back then. We were so familiar with this poem. When we were the two of us, we had recited it hundreds of times together. It was our favorite rhythm, the most affectionate words, and the youngest magnificent dream. I was excited and forgot where I was. I couldn't help but clench my fists and recited it with him:

In that unforgettable night, the desire for battle spreads through every blood vessel.

The enthusiasm of our fathers has inspired us to heart. We are descendants of soldiers and we must gallop in the smoke of war.

In the Third World War, which eliminated the last exploitation system, we were organized in the same class.

Our friendship begins from where it is no longer possible to calculate, we only know that it is higher than the mountains and farther than the road.

In the trenches, we ate a loaf of bread and licked a handful of salt.

He hummed the same melody and covered the same military blanket.

We have learned every word, every line, the thoughts of leaders, and the great truths over and over again.

Under the red flag, with sincerity and dedication to the Party.

We clenched our guns, raised our fists, and made a steel vow: We are willing to give our all our fulfillment.

In the sky-sky artillery fire, we rushed into the enemy's three hundred meters defense line.

Submachine guns poured bullets of proletarian revenge at the exploiters.

Do you remember that we once drank the water of the Madon River, stepped into the grasslands of Ukraine, crossed the Ural plateau, and ignited the red star of the Kremlin again.

We have followed the commune's footsteps, passed through the streets and alleys of Paris, and stepped on the trembling points of the Internationale, and rushed to every town, countryside, and harbor in Europa.

We have used the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem to block the vicious bullets of Christians and plant the red flag on the banks of the Suez River.

The lake lights of Switzerland, the lights of Pisa, the sunset of Yemen, the temple of Buddha in Phnom Penh, the cherry blossoms of Mount Fuji, the smoke of cooking in Havana, the red wine of Spain, the clear springs of black Africa

All of this has never made us nostalgic for.

Because we all have steel guns in our hands and heavy responsibilities on our shoulders.

How many sleepless days and nights, how many bloody battles in the south and north.

In this way, our invincible team followed the Red Sun and moved forward.

Listen to: The voices of brothers from the Five Continents are like torrents and waves.

Look: The righteous flag of slaves from all over the world is like a spark of fire.

Ah, the world is full of red, only the White House is left

Three red signal flares rose in the night sky, and you patted my shoulders: Companion, I still remember the red hearts of the children on the battlefield between China and the United States, the words of a member of the Politburo. Friends in the world are celebrating the prospect of liberation, and the eyes of the old Soviet Red Army holding hope.

Remember this is the final struggle, and the decisive battle of human destiny is today

The trumpet sounded, our red hearts were connected, and the wind was moving forward.

The brass eagle emblem that has been rampant for two centuries,

As people cheered for victory, they were thrown into the flames

Seeing that we were talking too much, Yingzi couldn't understand what we were saying, so she became impatient and interrupted us and said: What are you talking about? Why are you doing it? It's not over yet? It's getting late now. No matter which way we go, we should set off. You two are willing to say whether you can wait until you go out.

The fat man picked up the hundred-style submachine gun, inserted four or five magazines into his waist, and his expression was firm, and he waved his hand to the front: Comrades, victory is ahead, come with me.

So the fat man took the lead in walking in front, Yingzi was in the middle, and I stepped behind me, the three of them formed a column, heading towards the passage where Yingzi said that he saw the child running over. This was a slightly tilted upward road. After walking more than a hundred meters, it turned into an upward staircase. It seemed that he had already walked into the hills of the Wild Rendou.

The channel is getting narrower and narrower, and the humidity is much larger than the one below. When you are in it, you can't breathe smoothly, and you feel like you are buried alive.

The three people were very close. I don’t know why the fat man walking in front suddenly stopped. He suddenly stopped. Yingzi, who was following him, was not prepared and just hit him on his back. Yingzi was knocked back from the steps by him. I quickly supported Yingzi from behind. I asked the fat man: What’s going on, why did you suddenly stop and not continue walking.

The fat man turned around and shouted: Run back quickly, he seemed to have seen something terrible in front of him, and even his voice changed. The ambition just now had disappeared.

Kwantung Army Secret Fortress 3

The fat man shouted and asked us to turn around and run away. I was separated by the two people in front of me, and the lighting range of the flashlight was limited. I saw that there was a large space on the fourth and fifth stairs in front of me. I didn’t know what he saw. However, since the fat man said that, there must be his reason, so he was ready to go backwards.

At the same time, I suddenly felt that dozens of cold steel needles were stabbed on my back. The cold air penetrated my bones, and my whole body felt like I was shocked by a cold current. My body trembled and lost control. I jumped forward. I don’t know where such a great force came from. The fat man Yingzi and the others in front pushed forward and threw them forward. The narrow and dark passage slowly tilted upwards, and the three of them rolled and crawled into the hole at the end of the stairs.

I was powered up for no reason, and the current seemed to be transmitted to the other two people. They were so cold that their teeth were trembling. No one knew what was going on. They wanted to speak, but they couldn't make a sound. If they accidentally touched the leakage wire, they should be numb all over. How could they feel like they were cold from the bone marrow to the outside.

Fortunately, the three loaded submachine guns did not fire in panic. We were lying on the ground, with the flashlight in our hands still on. After looking at the light of the three flashlights, I realized why the fat man turned around and ran away. It turned out that this was a huge stone chamber that was half natural and semi-artificial. There were green moss everywhere, and there were countless huge bats hanging upside down on the wet stone walls and above our heads. The size of these bats was far larger than that of ordinary bats that were commonly seen. They were hung densely on the wall with their wings. They were alarmed by our three invaders and woke up from their sleep, revealing their white fangs, which made people's scalp numb.

The bat's face is very strange, with two large diamond-shaped ears straight, round heads and brains, round noses, very strong forelimbs, and their upper arm, forearm, metacarpal bones and finger bones are particularly long, with sharp teeth and claws. When I was an engineer in Kunlun Mountain, I saw such large bats. Their scientific name is the Yekou Pintooth Bat, also known as the pig-faced Bat. It is the most bloodthirsty by nature and also carnivorous. It is the most ferocious species among bats. They like to live in underground caves on pastoral grasslands, and eat cattle and sheep at night. Especially in the Outer Mongolia grassland, it was once a disaster. This kind of animal has been rare in the past ten years.

I thought they were extinct, but I didn't expect that so many big pig-faced bats used the underground fortress abandoned by the Kwantung Army as their old nests. They hiked out at night and used the ventilation holes of the underground fortress as their exits. There was indeed no safer and more comfortable nest than here.

A few big pig-faced bats had already flew down from the stone wall first. I struggled to get up, but I fell down as soon as I pushed my hands. The ground was full of bat feces and animal remains, smelly, sticky and slippery. Bat feces are also called Ye Mingsha. They are originally a very precious Chinese medicine. It is very difficult for ordinary people to get one or two taels. It is so disgusting when you see them at this moment.

I gave up the idea of ​​getting up from the ground, pulled the trigger with my fingers, and used a hundred-type submachine gun to shoot at the big pig-faced bat flying over. As soon as I fired, the other two people also reacted. Three submachine guns shot across the cross, the flames spurted at the muzzle and the pulling light of the bullets illuminated the entire cave, and the sound of gunfire retreating, and the sound of bullets falling to the ground, mixed together.

Thousands of large pig-faced bats were alarmed. These creatures living in the dark are most afraid of fire and light. Except for those that fell to the ground by bullets, the rest are like black clouds. Some fly over our heads, and some flee upwards along the ventilation holes.

The bullets of the submachine gun were quickly exhausted, and there was no time to change the bullets. The big pig-faced bats swept across their bodies. Our clothes were torn into pieces by their sharp claws and fangs. Fortunately, the clothes were worn thickly, and a few times, they were not deeply injured.

At this time, the fear in my heart was even more deadly. I was afraid of hurting my eyes, so I didn't dare to open my eyes. I used one hand to protect my head and face, swung the submachine gun with the other hand, and beat it out of thin air like a stick. I kicked my legs desperately to drive away the big pig-faced bats that were pounced on me.

I don’t know how long it took, but the hole gradually became quiet. I thought that the big pig-faced bats had disappeared. I touched the flashlight that fell to the ground and was about to speak out to ask the fat man if they were injured.

Suddenly, my eyes turned black, and a big pig-faced bat rushed silently toward my head. It might be the collar of a group of bats in this cave, hidden in the deepest part of the cave. At this moment, I arrived at the man, spread his wings and filled the wall.

I only had an empty gun and a flashlight in my hand, which was hard to resist. It was close to me. The layers of wrinkles and hard fangs on my pig-like face were clearly visible. I was about to be bitten by a big bat. A series of submachine guns came from my side. A string of bullets were nailed to the body of the big bat on the pig-faced face. The big bat fell to the ground and pounced on it for a few times, and died immediately.

But it turned out that the fat man next to him saw that the situation was urgent, so he changed into a magazine and fired, saving my life. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. In addition to the ground, there were still several large bats that were shot but not dead, and there were no other hidden bats.

Several holes were cut on my body, and blood was blew. Yingzi and Fatty were also slightly injured, but they were not serious. Yingzi pulled a few pieces of rags from the clothes and bandaged me.

The injuries on my body were so painful that I kept cursing. I was on the front line back then, and I didn’t even get rid of the flesh when I was fighting in the war. Today, it hurts that these beasts had cracked so many holes on their bodies.

The fat man asked me: Lao Hu, I fucking asked you to run back just now, why did you push us in instead

I told you what I just said, and said that there might be a bare wire on my back and I touched the electricity. I didn't dare to tell them the real situation, because I thought it was incredible. I asked Yingzi to see if there was any electricity on my back. Yingzi took off my clothes on my back and illuminated it with a flashlight: Oh my God, Brother Hu, why are you doing this?

The fat man also came to me and took a look: You were caught by electricity. Your back has a black handprint. The palm is very small, like a child's.

It's so damn it's a damn thing. It turns out that the three of us asked the little devil to push the bat cave and not let me see it. When I see it, I skinned it.

The fat man was about to talk to me, but the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground: My mother, Lao Hu, Yingzi, you said I don’t believe it yet, I saw a child running over just now.

Yingzi and I hurriedly picked up the flashlight and shone it everywhere. There were no children except bat feces and bat corpses.

The fat man swears to the sky: You ran over from behind, and I lied to you that I was my grandson and ran inside. I could see clearly. The little boy is a little boy, wearing green, five or six years old, and his face is very white and not like a living person.
To be continued...