Big Tou looked at me and finally gave up the plan to pry open the wooden box, but he found an already opened wooden box. Opening it carefully, there was a large piece of red cloth inside. There was a mark on the red cloth, and the wrapped things were gone.
The two of us looked at each other, and it seemed that the weight of the thing was not small. Big head felt a little itchy, and secretly asked me: "Is it a clear weapon?"
I thought for a while and said, "It's unlikely. There are many little devils taking away treasures from our country. If they were exposed, they wouldn't take them so seriously. I feel like they must have dug other things at the bottom of the lakes and mountains."
The big head's eyes shone: "There is a big tomb under the lake and mountain? What do you think of the Feng Shui here?"
I covered my forehead and said, "Although I don't want to admit it, it's really damn good. Before I came here, Lao He specifically told me that Wangyu is a great place to be buried in the Three Yangs of Kaitai with 'mountain pillow, water surround and face screen'. A duke is not an exaggeration. But as I said, I don't think it's a bright weapon here. We are saving people this time, so it's better to avoid any trouble."
Datou sighed reluctantly, and said with a pained face: "Let's go, let's go."
Maitreya came over and asked me with a smile: "Can you tell me something?"
I clapped my hands and said, "The space extends in all directions. Look, there are ventilation fans on the wall, and there are more wires running overhead. This is obviously a 'station-style' distribution center."
When I saw Maitreya wanting to reach out and touch the box, I said, "I advise you not to touch it. This is not a good thing." Maitreya saw my serious look on his face, hesitated for a moment, took back his hand and said, "That's it, listen. Damn it, let's keep walking."
We continued to walk north, but before we went much deeper, the team stopped again. A sandbag bunker appeared in sight. The man who opened the way pushed it, but the bunker didn't move at all. The big head shouted from behind: "Brother, don't you have some common sense? You think that is the window paper of your brother's wife's house. Just poke it if you want." To block bullets with a caliber below 762, the sandbag must weigh at least 200 kilograms, so don't watch those dramas if you have nothing else to do."
The man was so embarrassed by Big Head's remarks that he couldn't get angry easily. He could only vent his anger on the sandbags. He took two steps back and kicked the sandbags several times. However, the wall of sandbags shook twice and still did not fall.
I frowned and said, "There is something behind the bunker."
The two men did a cartwheel and climbed onto the bunker. They looked at it with flashlights and said, "It's a simple fortification."
There should be support behind the bunker, which is why it is so strong. It cannot be easily knocked down. We had no choice but to climb over it one by one.
The big head gave me a hand, and I climbed up. Looking down, I saw several machine guns underneath, all of which were rusted to death. Next to them were messy bullet casings. There was a small tent built with a green rainproof cloth at the back. stuff, and several empty ammunition boxes.
I was about to go down when I saw a guy kicking the small tent because he felt it was in the way. Something inside the small tent seemed to tremble twice but did not fall over. The man was curious and picked up the rainproof cloth with the muzzle of his gun, and there was a loud roar. , a large number of cockroaches spread out from under the tarpaulin as if a pot was boiling.
These cockroaches were quite big, about eight or nine centimeters in height. After being alarmed, they flew towards the guys with flashlights around them.
For a moment, the surroundings were filled with the sound of flapping wings, and several people were immediately surrounded by the group of cockroaches. As soon as he started kicking the tent, the guy subconsciously reached out to grab it, and screamed "Ah". He reflexively retracted his hand as if he had been burned. When he saw that the piece was bleeding, it seemed that a piece had been bitten off. Meat.
The incident happened so fast that no one could react. In an instant, the cockroaches were all over their bodies. Fortunately, Maitreya's people were all wearing combat uniforms, which almost covered their whole bodies. Only a few of them accidentally got bitten in the face.
They were well prepared this time. Several people immediately retreated to the wall, took out cans of spray from their backpacks, and sprayed them hard on the cockroaches. This spray was colorless but had a faint smell of rotten eggs. It must have been a special repellent, and sure enough, within a few swipes, the cockroaches flew away in all directions, and a few of them hit the wall dizzy and passed out.
The guy who was bitten on the hand cursed angrily and stamped on the ground a few times, crushing the cockroaches that were knocked unconscious and leaving yellow water all over the ground.
This scene only happened in an instant. By the time Big Tou climbed up curiously, the cockroaches had already flown away. He looked at me and asked me what I was talking about.
I pointed at a cockroach that fell on the sandbag. Big Tou picked it up and glanced at it with disdain, "Protein, this thing is still small compared to some places in the south." Said Big Tou clenched his fists, "I'll see you there." Such a big one."
I pointed at the cockroach and said to him: "Although they are all cockroaches, this one is different. You can see that its mouthparts are protomal. This mouth is the same as the carabid, which is carnivorous." The big head sounded like a carnivore. He quickly threw it away in disgust, and even pouted a few times.
We jumped off the sandbags, and Maitreya's people had slowed down and were cleaning up the scene. They pulled out two human bones from under the rainproof cloth. Everyone took a breath, and Big Tou asked suspiciously: "A living person is eaten by cockroaches? "
"It doesn't feel like it. It's not like he had his acupoints tapped and he could still stand still. I'm afraid his body was eaten by those carnivorous cockroaches after he died." I said.
"How did you die?"
"Suffocated to death, hungry to death, lonely to death, who knows." I shrugged.
After this little interlude, the team continued to move forward. Not far away, there was a downward staircase. There were two paths on both sides leading to the left and right directions. Little Japan built a T-shaped iron fence. We chose the middle path. . The space below is more open and looks like a war room, because we see a large lake and mountain sand table in the middle of the venue.
"This should be the combat headquarters of Little Japan." I looked around. There were patches of military maps on the wall. There were a few messy chairs under the other wall. On the table in front were several transmitters and old-fashioned There were telephones and other miscellaneous items, many of which were rotten and their original appearance could not be seen.
And I sniffed, the air was very circulated, and there was no chest tightness like we had in the tunnel. It was obviously equipped with complete ventilation holes.
"Second Master, come and take a look." Datou called me from the side. He leaned in front of the sand table and muttered: "These little devils are really good at cleaning up. The whole lake and mountain have been built by them like a bastard shell. Look at these secret passages everywhere. They are all points of firepower."
I went over to take a look and found that the terrain of the lake and the mountains were clearly marked on the sand table, as well as the distribution of light and dark firepower. It was indeed as Datou said. These little devils had laid out a complete firepower matrix on the lakes and mountains, and the reinforcements were also very solid. I really don't know what happened back then. How our army defeated it.
"Hey, what does this mean?" Datou pointed to a place with a small skull flag and wondered.