The monkey asked me: "Do you have any military knowledge? There can be no tanks here."

I said, "Can we go in and take a look first? In fact, even if there is a tank, I'm afraid it won't be able to drive. It's been almost forty years. After such a long time, even if it is maintained every day, it should have been scrapped long ago."

The passages inside Gnaku are intricate and complicated, like a maze. In order to avoid getting lost, we slid along the wall to find the exit.

The passages of the underground fortress and the Gnaku have very high arc roofs. This is a water-proof structure. If you shine a flashlight upward, you can see that there are emergency lights and pipelines installed on them. , if you can find a generator, you should be able to find a way to turn these lights on.

Before walking too far, I saw a map of the fortress on the wall, which marked some of the main passages, communication trenches, warehouses, hiding caves, shower rooms, barracks, rest rooms, grain warehouses, drainage pipes, power stations, etc. As for the auxiliary facilities, important positions such as gun positions, ventilation holes, counterattack holes, observation holes, combat command rooms, and concealment areas are not specified. Inside the hill, the fortress is also divided into three layers. Its structure is complex. The huge scale shows how much the Kwantung Army attached great importance to this military base.

I took the map off the wall. I used to be an engineer and participated in the construction of military facilities in Kunlun Mountain. Now that I have the map in hand, I don't have to worry about finding the exit. The scale of this secret underground fortress It was so big that it exceeded my imagination. Its depth actually reached 30 kilometers, and its frontal defense width was more than 60 kilometers. It turned out that the hills on both sides of Yerengou were completely hollowed out, forming two permanent pillars that relied on each other. There are three passages in the middle that cross the Yeren ditch and connect the fortresses under the hills on both sides. The underground passage we broke into from the tomb of the Jin general is the lowest of these three passages. of one. The two ends of the fortress are thick and thin in the middle. Although the two sides are large, there are only three passages connecting them in the middle. This may also be due to tactical needs. Once one side of the fortress is captured by the enemy, the passage can still be cut off and the other end can be defended.

Judging from our location, the nearest exit is not too far away. I just don¡¯t know if the Kwantung Army deliberately destroyed the exit of the fortress when they retreated. Otherwise, we can only go back through the ancient tomb. You can try to climb out from a vent or something like that. I suddenly thought of what we did on the hillside last night. The horse was torn apart by a monster in an underground cave. Could that cave be the vent of a fortress? ? And the unknown monster used its claws to dig a big hole for shelter? If that hole is really a vent, don't expect to climb out from there, the hole is too narrow.

I told Yingzi and Monkey my idea and asked them to advise on how to go out next.

The monkey said: "Hey, Old Hu, if you didn't mention it, I would have really forgotten that the monster that attacked our horses may have used this underground fortress as its home. If we wander around like this, we might run into it. , I have to think of ways to find some weapons to defend myself first.¡±

I said: "That's right, be prepared. If the exit is destroyed and we have to crawl out of the robbery hole in the ancient tomb, we will have to have a head-on conflict with the corpse evil again. There should be one in the Gnaku. The area is for weapons and equipment. Let's go see if there are any handy guys. Each of us can get a few items. It's best to find the Japanese field melon grenades. These grenades have a long shelf life and are very powerful. They can be used to deal with them. Zisha is just right.¡±

The Gnaku is 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 still quite well preserved. I grabbed a few of them. A Japanese Army Springfield gas mask was put into the bag, and finally a place to store the weapons was found on the right side of the Gnaku.

There are many wooden boxes containing firearms stacked on the iron shelves. There are no machine guns. All they have are Arisaka-type rifles, which are commonly known as the "38-type Gaier" or "38-type". . There were several 60-gun cannons beside the wall, but there wasn't a single shell nearby.

The monkey pried open a wooden box containing rifles, grabbed one of the rifles, pulled the bolt with a clatter, shined a flashlight into the bolt, and said to me: "Old Hu, this gun can still be used. It is a new gun that has not been opened, the mechanical parts are all oiled, and it has not been loaded with bullets.¡±

Eiko and I also each took a gun. I raised the Tomosaka rifle, took aim, and then threw it back: "This little Japanese gun only has five rounds of ammunition. It is a non-automatic rotating bolt. It plays too slowly and the recoil is so strong that I can¡¯t get used to it.¡±

Yingzi asked me: "How good is this gun? It's very powerful. My uncle used to use a gun like this when he first joined the Northeast Democratic Alliance Army. Brother Hu, why don't you like using it?"

Before I could answer, Monkey interrupted and said, "Don't pay attention to him. He plays with semi-automatic weapons every day in the army and is used to getting into trouble. Of course he doesn't like such outdated guns. If we encounter him again later, What a zombie, let's stand behind him and take a good look at what he can do with nothing." As he said this, he found an ammunition box from the bottom and opened it. It was all wrapped in oilcloth. The bullets shone with a golden yellow light reflected by the flashlight. Monkey's father had doted on him since he was a child and started playing with guns for him since he could walk. He was already an expert in using guns when he was in junior high school. The principles of rifles Much the same, although Monkey had never used a Tomosaka rifle before, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all. When he saw ammunition, he picked up the bullet and pressed it skillfully into the rifle. He easily clicked the bolt, raised it and aimed at me.

I quickly pushed the muzzle of his gun away: "Don't fucking aim blindly at the loaded gun. The muzzle of the gun is not meant to be pointed at your own comrades. Only the muzzle of the traitor's gun is pointed at your own people. I don't I like to use this kind of gun because the Type 38 is not suitable for close combat at all. The penetrating power of the bullet is too great. Within a distance of thirty meters, one shot can shoot through three or four people, unless it is a hand-to-hand combat with a bayonet. , otherwise it will be 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 ricochet. If it fails to hit the enemy, it will kill yourself first. The people took care of it.¡±

Monkey patted his chest and said to me confidently: "As for our marksmanship, I'm not just bragging about it. After so many years, you should know that running through the poplars with a hundred steps, riding a horse and lighting a lantern are just like fun. How could I miss and hit you?" On a steel plate? If you don¡¯t believe me, I¡¯ll try placing an egg on your head..."

I interrupted him, and the more he spoke, the more nonsense he said. Is it easy for me to grow a head? My head is used to think about life, not to put an egg for you to use as a target. Let's stop being so boring, okay? Let's see what other weapons are available. I always feel that this kind of rifle is not a problem. , after all, it is a weapon that has been eliminated for many years. It is very easy for rifles to misfire as they age. When I was on the front line in Vietnam, a migrant worker who helped transport frontline supplies stole an old German-made rifle that we captured from the Vietnamese militiamen. , but something went wrong while climbing the mountain, and it happened to blow the head of one of the deputy leaders of our group. This is no joke. "

We pried open the boxes on the shelf one by one, looking for a few field melon grenades. Unexpectedly, we found more than a dozen submachine guns in a wooden box with a plaster flag painted on it. The shape of the guns was very strange, and some of them looked like British ones. The Stein submachine gun has a magazine inserted horizontally on the left side of the gun body. The difference from the British Stein is that the magazine of these guns is curved and there is a wooden butt at the back.

Yingzi asked me: "Brother Hu, what kind of gun is this? Why is it shaped like this? Is it crooked?"

I pulled the bolt of the submachine gun, then took out the magazine and looked at it: "This may be a Japanese-made 100-type submachine gun. It was only equipped to the army in the late war. The production volume is relatively small, so it is rare. It may be for This gun is much easier to use against the Soviet Army's Type 38. It is especially suitable for close combat. Even if it malfunctions, it will jam at best. It will not go through the back door or misfire. Stop using rifles and use a submachine gun for self-defense. "

Yingzi had never used a submachine gun and didn't know how to handle it. He used two flashlights to illuminate us. Monkey found a box of submachine gun bullets, and he and I loaded bullets into the shuttle together.

I hummed a little song and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one. Now I am in a good mood. This time it is a fucking hit. I have never touched a submachine gun since I left the army. I think of using it in the army. The feeling of the fifth and sixth postures makes my palms itch. When I was feeling proud, Yingzi suddenly patted me on the shoulder and whispered: "Brother Hu, I seem...to see a child running past you."

Child? How is it possible that there are few people in this deep mountain and old forest, not to mention that this secret fortress is so deeply hidden, how could a child suddenly appear out of the plains?

We were all squatting on the ground to load bullets. Yingzi was squatting opposite me with a flashlight. She accidentally used the light of the flashlight to sweep away and saw the figure of a child passing behind me.

I turned my head and looked around with my flashlight. Behind me was a T-shaped passage. It was pitch black and eerily quiet. There was no sign of a child. I asked Yingzi: "Where are there any children? Are you crazy?" Are you dazzled?"

Although Yingzi is bold, she is a girl from the mountains after all, and has a strong sense of feudal superstition. At this moment, her face changed with fear: "I'm really not blind, really... a child ran through the passage behind you. It¡¯s impossible to be mistaken, there were no footsteps, only the figure of a child was seen, and the old man passed by... Is there a ghost? "

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Kwantung Army Secret Fortress 2

When I asked Yingzi for details, she couldn't tell clearly. She only said that she saw the figure of a child passing by in a trance. It seemed to be a little girl, but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't see clearly what kind of clothes she was wearing. She was about five years old. He looked six, six or seven years old. The direction the child ran towards happened to be the direction marked with the exit on the map.

The passage was only two meters away from me. It was impossible for me not to hear a child running past in such a quiet place. It was so silent, unless it was a ghost. The underground fortress is an isolated world. No one has come in for decades. Okay, who knows what's hidden in this. Today's events have troubled us enough. One more thing is worse than one less thing. If we can't afford to offend, we can't afford to hide.

I immediately suggested taking a more detour to the exit of the fortress from the other side, instead of taking the passage where the child ran.

Yingzi was most afraid of ghosts and gods, and nodded in agreement: "Climbing an extra ten miles of slope is better than bumping into a wall built by ghosts."

The monkey disagreed: "Old Hu, I found that you have changed now. Since you were demobilized from the army, you are no longer as fearless as before. It is not your style to be timid. Why did Yingzi see a child running over today? , you want to take a detour? I told you, you have to go around, but I can¡¯t walk, so I will take a shortcut. I think back when we were Red Guards and went to the mountains and countryside, you said you. What were you afraid of? Who else did you think we had conquered in those years?

I was speechless for a moment, as if it was indeed what the monkey said. In the past, I was covered by the sky when the sky fell. From the time I joined the army until China¡¯s self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, my comrades around me sacrificed one after another. I really saw that After countless bloodshed and death, to be honest, I have indeed become a bit like a mother-in-law. I cannot help but look forward and backward in everything I do. Could it be that the passage of time has really taken away my courage and courage?

I said to the monkey: "How old are we now? We are no better than before. When we were Red Guards, we were really brave and fierce. We would beat anyone we didn't like. But it was a ridiculous era. Looking back now, I feel ridiculous. sad."

The monkey said: "But at least in that era, you fought and charged. I really can't stand how frightened you are now. Do you still remember that on your sixteenth birthday, I gave it to you?" That long poem written in his notebook?¡±

I may have wiped out that notebook a long time ago, and Monkey gave me many notebooks in those years, because his mother was a cadre in a logistics organization, and she had all kinds of notebooks at home. I really can¡¯t remember any long poems.

Monkey saw that I couldn't remember, so he said, "I'll recite a few sentences for you to listen to." Monkey's Mandarin is very standard, and others are fat and confident. When he recites it, he really sounds like the announcer of the Central People's Broadcasting Station. Just listen to him He said loudly:

We "fight guerrilla" together in the park, and read books together in class. "Destroying the Four Olds" on Xianyang Road and connecting Jinggangshan together.

On the eve of burying the imperial revisionist rebellion, and before marching into that world! Next to the radio, we listened carefully to the Ministry of National Defense's declaration of war, word for word...

After the monkey read the first sentence impassionedly, I immediately remembered that it was a long narrative poem titled "Salute to the Warriors of the Third World War", which was widely circulated among the Red Guards at that time. We are so familiar with this poem. When we were Red Guards, we recited it hundreds of times together. It was our favorite rhyme, the most intimate words, and the youngest magnificent dream... My mood When I got excited, I forgot where I was. I couldn't help clenching my fists and reciting in unison with him:

...On that unforgettable night, the desire to fight spread through every blood vessel.

The enthusiasm and inspiration of our fathers stirred our heartstrings. We are the descendants of soldiers, and we have to ride in the flames of war.

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

From where our friendship started, we can no longer calculate it. We only know that it is higher than the mountains and farther than the road.

In the trenches, we shared a piece of bread and a handful of salt.

Humming the same melody, they were covered with the same military blanket.

Word by word, line by line, the leader's thoughts, the great truth, we have studied it over and over again.

Under the red flag, there is sincerity and devotion to the party.

We hold our guns tightly, raise our fists high, and make a steely oath: We are willing to dedicate everything we have to the realization of communism.

Amid the soaring artillery fire, we stood side by side and broke into the enemy's 300-meter defense line.

The submachine gun pours bullets of proletarian revenge on the exploiters.

Do you remember? We once drank the water of the Marton River, stepped into the Ukrainian grasslands, climbed over the Ural plateau, and ignited the red star of the Kremlin again.

We have followed the footsteps of the Commune, passed through the streets of Paris, and followed the trembling point of "The Internationale" to attack every town, village, and harbor in Europe.

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

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

All this has never made us miss it.

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

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

In this way, our invincible team follows the red sun closely and moves forward indomitably.

Listen: The cries of the brothers from the five continents are like a rolling torrent roaring into the sky.

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

Ah, the world is red! Only a little bit of the White House is left!

Three red flares rose in the night sky, and you patted me on the shoulder: "Hey, partner, do you still remember? The red hearts of the children on the battlefield between China and the United States, the speech of a member of the Politburo. Friends around the world carnival about the prospect of liberation , the eyes of the old Soviet Red Army¡¯s hope.¡±

"Remember! This is the final struggle, and the decisive battle for the fate of mankind is today!"

The bugle is blowing, our hearts are connected, and the wind is rushing forward.

With a green leaf in one hand and a poisonous arrow in the other, this brass eagle emblem has been popular for two centuries.

As people cheered in victory, they were thrown into the blazing flames...

Yingzi saw that the two of us kept talking and couldn't understand what we were talking about. He became impatient and interrupted us and said: "What are you talking about? You are still talking vigorously. Why haven't you started talking yet?" It¡¯s over? It¡¯s getting late now. We should leave no matter which way we go. Can you two wait until we get out?¡±

Monkey picked up the Bai-type submachine gun and inserted four or five magazines into his waist. With a determined expression, he waved his hand and pointed ahead: "Comrades, victory is ahead, come with me."

So the monkey took the lead and walked in front, Yingzi in the middle, and me behind. The three of us formed a column and walked towards the passage where Yingzi said he saw the child running. This was a slightly sloping upward road. After more than a hundred meters, another It turned into an upward staircase, and it seemed that we had entered the interior of the hill in Savage Valley.

The passage is getting narrower and narrower, and the humidity is much higher than below. It is difficult to breathe in it, and there is a depressing feeling like being buried alive.

The distance between the three people was very close. I don¡¯t know why the monkey who was walking in front suddenly stopped. He suddenly stopped. Yingzi who was following him was not prepared and bumped into his back. Yingzi was knocked off the steps by him. He fell backwards, and I quickly supported Yingzi from behind. I asked Monkey: "What's going on? Why did you stop suddenly and not continue walking?"

The monkey turned around and shouted: "Run back quickly!" He seemed to have seen something terrible in front of him, even his voice changed, and the lofty sentiments he had just had disappeared.

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The monkey shouted for us to turn around and run for our lives. I was separated from the two people in front, and the lighting range of the flashlight was limited. I only saw a large space on the four or five steps in front of me. I didn't know what he saw, but since the monkey There must be some truth to what he said, so he was ready to go backwards.

At the same time, I suddenly felt dozens of cold steel needles pricking my back. The chill penetrated my bones. My whole body felt as if I was being shocked by an icy electric current. My body trembled, I lost control, and I jumped forward. , I don¡¯t know where such a strong force came from, pushing the monkey Yingzi and the two people in front to fall forward. This narrow and dark passage slowly tilted upward, and the three people rolled and climbed into the stairs. The hole at the end.

I was electrocuted inexplicably, and the current seemed to be transmitted to the other two people. They were so cold that their teeth chattered. No one knew what was going on. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't say anything. If it was said that I accidentally touched The leaky wires should make the whole body numb. How come there is such a feeling of coldness from the bone marrow to the outside?

Fortunately, the three loaded submachine guns did not fire in the panic. We were lying on the ground with the flashlights in our hands still on. Looking through the light of the three flashlights, I realized why the monkey turned around and ran away. It turned out that this It is a half-natural and half-artificial huge stone chamber, with green moss everywhere, and countless huge bats hanging upside down on the damp stone walls and overhead. This bat is much larger than the ordinary bats you usually see, holding its wings. They were densely hung on the wall. They were alarmed by our three intruders and woke up from their sleep one after another. They all showed their mouths full of white fangs, which made people's scalp numb.

The bat's face is very strange, with two large straight diamond-shaped ears, a round head, a round nose, and very developed forelimbs. The upper arms, forearms, metacarpals, and phalanges are all extremely long, and its teeth and claws are sharp. I am in Kunlun Shan once saw such a big bat when he was an engineer. Their scientific name is the bright-toothed bat, also known as the pig-faced big bat. It is most bloodthirsty and carnivorous by nature. It is the rarest and most ferocious species among bats. They It likes to live in underground caves in pastoral grasslands and comes out at night to prey on cattle, sheep and other livestock. Especially in the grasslands of Outer Mongolia, it was once a disaster. In the past ten years, this kind of animal has become rare.

I thought they were extinct, but I didn't expect so many pig-faced giant bats to use the underground fortress abandoned by the Kwantung Army as their nest. They lurk day and night and use the vents of the underground fortress to make exits. There is really no safer and more comfortable nest than here.

Several big pig-faced bats had already flown down from the stone wall first. I struggled to get up, but as soon as I put my hands on the ground, I fell. The ground was covered with bat droppings and animal remains. It was smelly, sticky and slippery. Bat guano, also known as "Ye Ming Sha", is a very precious traditional Chinese medicine. It is very difficult for ordinary people to get even one or two taels of it. But seeing it now is indescribably disgusting.

I gave up the idea of ??getting up from the ground, pulled the trigger with my finger, and fired at the big pig-faced bat flying over with my Baidu submachine gun. As soon as I fired, the other two people also reacted, and the three submachine guns fired crosswise. The spitting flames and the dragging bullets illuminated the entire cave, and the sound of gunfire, the sound of repelling bullets, and the sound of bullet shells falling to the ground were all mixed together.

Thousands of big pig-faced bats were alarmed. This kind of creature that lives in the dark is most afraid of fire and light. Except for those that fell to the ground after being shot by bullets, the rest were like black clouds, some of which flew over our heads. , and some fled upwards along the vents.

The bullets of the submachine gun were quickly exhausted, and there was no time to replace the bullets. The big pig-faced bats swished past us, and our clothes were torn into strips by their sharp claws and fangs. Fortunately, our clothes were better. It was thick, and even though it hurt the skin a few times, it didn't hurt deeply.

At this time, the fear in my heart became even worse. I was afraid of hurting my eyes, so I didn¡¯t dare to open them. I used one hand to protect my head and face, and the other hand held a submachine gun, beating me randomly like a stick, and kicked my legs desperately. , driving away those big pig-faced bats that pounced on themselves.

I don¡¯t know how long it took, but the cave gradually became quiet. I thought all the big pig-faced bats had disappeared. I touched the flashlight that fell on the ground and was about to ask the monkeys if they were injured.

Suddenly everything went dark, and the largest pig-faced bat flew towards my head silently. It might be the leader of all the bats in the cave, hiding in the deepest part of the cave. Spread your wings and the wall will be full.

I only had an empty gun and a flashlight in my hands, and it was hard to resist. It was so close to me, and the layers of wrinkles, bristles, and tusks on the pig-like face could be clearly seen. I was about to be attacked by a big bat. When he bit, a series of submachine gun firings came from beside him, and a series of bullets were all nailed to the body of the big pig-faced bat. The big bat fell to the ground and fluttered a few times, and died immediately.

But it turned out that the monkey next to me saw the emergency, put on the magazine and fired, saving my life. I let out a sigh of relief and looked around. In addition to the ground, there were several big ones that were shot and still alive. The bats are still struggling, and there are no more hidden bats.

I had a few scratches on my body, and blood was pouring out. Yingzi and Monkey also suffered some minor injuries, but they were not serious. Yingzi pulled off a few rags from his clothes and bandaged me.

The wounds on my body were in severe pain, and I kept cursing. I was on the front line in that battle, and the bullets and bullets didn't even scratch my skin at all. Today, these beasts have scratched so many wounds on my body... It hurts.

The monkey asked me: "Old Hu, I just told you to run back, why did you push us in instead?"

I told them what had just happened. I only said that my back might have touched an exposed wire and got an electric shock. I didn¡¯t dare to tell them the real situation because I found it incredible. I asked Yingzi to look at my back to see if there was any damage from electricity. Yingzi took off the clothes on my back and looked at it with a flashlight: "Oh my god, Brother Hu, how did you fix this? It doesn't look like it was caused by electricity." "

The monkey also came behind me and took a look: "Are you electrocuted? There is a black handprint on your back. Well...the palm is very small, like a child's."

Damn it, the three of us let that kid push into the Batcave? Don't let me see it. If I see it, I will skin it.

The monkey was about to talk to me, but the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground: "My mother, Lao Hu, Yingzi, you said I still don't believe it in Gnakuli. Just now... I also saw a child running away. past."

Yingzi and I hurriedly picked up the flashlight and shined it everywhere. Except for bat guano and bat corpses, there were no children anywhere.

The monkey swore to the sky: "I just fucking ran behind you and lied to you that I was my grandson, so... I ran inside. I could see clearly that the little boy was a little boy, wearing a green suit." , five or six years old, his face is very pale... he doesn¡¯t look like a living person.¡±

Except for me, they all saw the child in this underground fortress. Why didn't I see it? However, the child's handprint behind my quilt made me get goosebumps. The monkey said he saw a boy, but Yingzi said he saw the little girl in Gnaku. Who was wrong? Or is there a kindergarten in this underground fortress?

We tidied up a little, stood up, and loaded a new magazine into the submachine gun. The monkey pointed at a wall of the stone room: "That little kid ran over here." After that, he used the butt to scrape away the cracks on the stone wall. Covered with moss and bat guano, half of an iron door is exposed inside. It is rusty and has four large characters "No Entry" written boldly in dark red paint.

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"Li~Enter~Prohibited~" The monkey pointed at the words on the iron gate and read it again and said to us: "Do you know what this means? This means that you are not allowed to go in standing up. If you want to go in, you can go in lying down. Here It¡¯s designated a morgue, or it¡¯s a crematorium.¡±

After listening to the monkey's explanation, Yingzi said: "What? Go in lying down? It turns out that they are pretending to be dead. I heard from older people in the village that the little devils made some kind of crematorium. Most of the time, the iron gate is a crematorium." Bar."

I knocked twice on the iron door with my knuckles, feeling that the door was very heavy: "Monkey, don't pretend to understand. These four words probably mean no entry. Although I don't understand Japanese, I know military facilities very well." Familiar, you can see that there is a large groove under the door with an inner hexagonal gong pattern. There should be a turntable. To open this iron door, you need to turn the turntable. The hole under the door is for exhaust. The slot is an airtight door. When the iron door is closed, the exhaust hole will automatically draw out the air in the room, forming a semi-vacuum environment inside. It is a place where valuables are stored. The same is true in our military bases. facilities.¡±

The turntable of the airtight door has long been disassembled. Without the corresponding tools, it is really difficult to open this iron door. As for what is contained in the secret room, it is hard to say. It may be a chemical This is the most likely possibility for weapons such as bacterial weapons. In order to prevent chemical weapons from leaking and causing accidents, they are usually stored in such closed chambers.

Although the Japanese chemical weapons and bacterial weapons have always been notorious, their power cannot be underestimated. Even if they are placed in a natural environment, they can still kill people after many years. I am not interested in what is inside this door. , it¡¯s better to look at the map and find the exit quickly.

The monkey was full of curiosity about this door, especially after hearing what I said about possible valuables. He and Yingzi knocked on the door twice and kicked it twice, which made a lot of sense. The posture of not stopping until you go in and take a look. The two of them were still mumbling: "What good things are there in here? Oops, it's too annoying to see."

I no longer paid attention to them. I compared the exit location on the map and looked for the exit in the cave that was once occupied by the big pig-faced bat. According to the terrain drawn on the map, it should be in this cave. There is a small passage connecting the exit at the top of the mountain.

However, after searching around, they only found a large piece of collapsed rock at one end of the cave. As expected, the Japanese army blew up the exit of the fortress when they retreated.

Where we are now, the top of our heads is probably where we pitched our tent on the hillside of Yerengou. With a flashlight, we can see several large holes on the top wall of the cave. These large ventilation holes are not straight up and down. In order to prevent When attacking the inside from the outside, the ventilation holes are all curved. Bats fly outside through these holes. Unfortunately, we don¡¯t have wings. We can¡¯t go up while staring at it from below. Even if we go up, it¡¯s useless. The bodies of adults It was just a circle larger than these vents. Little Japan was really shrewd. He was afraid that the enemy would crawl into the fortress through the vents, so he deliberately dug the hole to be as big as possible or as small as possible.

I called Monkey Yingzi over and told them that there was no exit. We should either find another exit, or we could just go back to the ancient tomb with a submachine gun and kill the corpse. We couldn't just waste it inside. We didn't bring any dry food with us, and we didn't find any food in the Japanese fortress. If we kept wandering around like this, we would be so hungry that we couldn't crawl anymore, and we would have no choice but to wait for death.

The thing is obvious. The depth of this underground fortress is very large, dozens of kilometers. It takes a lot of time to walk from one exit to another, and there is no point in finding other exits. The Japanese will not leave an exit with good intentions. Since one of them collapsed, the rest must have also exploded.

Yingzi kicked the big bat carcass on the ground with his foot: "I'm really desperate, but I can still eat this thing. It's all meat."

The monkey shook his head quickly: "If you want to eat it, I won't eat it even if I starve to death. This is so fucking disgusting. I guess the meat is smelly, or it is sour and not delicious. By the way, Lao Hu, what do you think?" Is there an exit in this iron door? It should be possible. Let¡¯s try to open it.¡±

I thought for a while and said: "This possibility is indeed possible, because this secret room is not marked on the map. There is only a passage connecting the exit. However, it is difficult to locate it accurately, and it is not certain that there is a passage behind the door. In fact, it is necessary to It's not difficult to open this door. I saw some tools in Gnaku. We can find a hexagonal wrench of suitable size. "

Yingzi said from the side: "It's time to put on a few clothes to change when I go back to Gnaku. If you look at the beauty of the three of us, it's enough for fifteen people to watch for half a month."

After her reminder, we discovered that all three of them were extremely dirty. Their clothes, hair, faces, and hands were all covered with bat guano, blood, and mud, and the stench was overwhelming.

We then returned to Gnaku at the lower level. The road was very close, only a few hundred meters away. In Gnaku, we first found some uniforms and coats of the Kwantung Army, put them on, and wiped away the mud and blood stains on our faces. After wiping it off, everyone also found a helmet and put it on their head.

Eiko was already handsome, and wearing a military uniform made her even more beautiful. Monkey cheered beside her: "Hey, big sister, when you put on a Japanese military uniform, you look exactly like Yoshiko Ikawashima."

Eiko didn't know who Yoshiko Kawashima was, so she thought the monkey was praising her, which was very helpful. I told Eiko: "He means you look like a Japanese female spy."

When Yingzi heard this, his eyebrows stood up, and the monkey quickly said: "I said it wrong, I said it wrong. I should have said that when I saw Yingzi wearing a military uniform and holding a gun, I could associate it with Chairman Mao's poem "The First Light of Dawn" In the military field, there are brave men with five-foot spears. The Chinese people are full of ambitions. They don¡¯t like red makeup but love armed weapons.¡±

I laughed at the side and said: "Monkey has become a poet recently, and he will recite a few sentences every now and then. Look at the way we are dressed now, we really look like Japanese soldiers. This reminds me of an old comrade of my father's. Here comes what I'm talking about. I was still young at that time. My uncle and my father were both working in the Eighth Route Army in Shandong. When the Anti-Japanese War was victorious, they received instructions from the Party Central Committee to take a boat from the Jiaodong Peninsula to the Northeast to receive the victory. Fruit, my dad got seasick and couldn¡¯t go there. I regretted it a lot at that time because I heard that the Northeast was all over the ocean and the good stuff was lost in the sea. Later, I heard my uncle say that after they arrived in the Northeast, they picked up some old-nosed Japanese goods. , they were a whole regiment. When they went there, they were dressed in rags, no different from a group of beggars. Later, they took over a Kwantung Army warehouse from Lao Maozi, and the whole regiment changed their clothes. Except for the flag, which is still Chinese, the rest of the clothing, shoes, and weapons are all Japanese, exactly like the Kwantung Army. When the common people in the Northeast saw them from a distance, they turned around and ran away, thinking that the Japanese were coming back. Now, I feel that we now feel a little bit like the revolutionary ancestors who lived in poverty."

As I spoke, I found a hexagonal wrench on a shelf where gasoline barrels were stored: "It's all done this time. We've got everything we need to get. Let's take action as soon as possible."

The three of them were wearing the uniforms of the Kwantung Army and armed with hundreds of submachine guns, and returned along the same route. I still followed behind. This time, the monkeys and the others never said that they saw any children. I didn't ask, but I was chasing the shadows in my heart. There is inevitably some suspicion.

I thought to myself: "The monkey said that the kid ran into the iron gate. What on earth does this kid want to do? Does he want to show us a way out? Is it possible to do such a cheap thing? Or does he have other plans? Damn it, I just have a little glutinous rice left here. I heard that ghosts are afraid of cowardly rice. If that kid dares to cause trouble, he will definitely let him come and come back in defeat. Otherwise, I, Old Hu, will not be able to show off his tricks. "

I followed them and encouraged myself. The injury on my back didn't seem to hurt much anymore. Not long after, I came to the cave with the "airtight door" for the second time.

As a precaution, we all put on helmets and gas masks, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullets into the chamber. Before I opened the door, I asked Yingzi to grab a handful of glutinous rice and prepare to throw it, and asked the monkey to take aim with the submachine gun. If the door opened, It doesn't matter what's inside, just kill him first. In addition, I also asked the monkey to cooperate with me and shoot in turns without leaving any space for loading the magazine.

After everything was arranged, I slung the submachine gun on my shoulder, grabbed the hexagonal wrench on the thread on the door, and turned it hard. This secret door had not been opened for decades, and the threads were very rusty.

I even exerted all my strength to suck milk, and I almost broke the wrench. Finally, I heard a "squeak" sound, and the three exhaust slots under the door "chirped", and the air-tight door was filled with gas. The air, the iron door rattled...

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The air groove in the air-tight door was filled with air, and the heavy iron door opened with a sound. I hurriedly took two steps back, pointed my submachine gun and flashlight at the door, but there was no movement inside the door.

The situation was unexpected. I saw nothing but darkness inside the door. When the light of the flashlight shone in, it was swallowed up by the darkness inside the door.

I made a gesture to Yingzi. Yingzi understood and threw a handful of glutinous rice into the secret room like a goddess scattering flowers. However, there was still no movement in the secret room. All the sounds in the world seemed to have disappeared. I could only hear myself in the gas mask. Breathing heavily.

It seems that we worry too much. As the saying goes, suspicion breeds ghosts. Before anything happens, we scare ourselves half to death.

Finally, the monkey couldn't hold it any longer and took the lead and entered the secret room. Yingzi and I followed closely behind and filed in.

The area of ??the secret room is about forty square meters. It is a solitary room with no other exits except the air-tight door.

It contained neither bacterial weapons nor chemical weapons. Before I came in, I thought of almost all the possibilities, but I didn't expect that the room contained more than a dozen large coffins. These coffins were piled up in the secret room in disorder. The coffins are old, some have rotted, some are large, some are small, and the craftsmanship and styles are all different. There is even an oversized sarcophagus. The most luxurious of them are two large golden nanmu coffins. There are countless pottery pieces and porcelain scattered on the ground. piece.

I looked back at the monkeys and they both shook their heads at me. Even though they were wearing gas masks, I could still feel the confused expressions on their faces.

The monkey asked me: "Old Hu, what's going on? This looks like a fucking museum. Where did they get so many coffins?"

I thought about it for a moment. In fact, this matter is not difficult to guess, but we were preconceived and did not expect this.

Yerengou was originally a group of ancient tombs from the Jin and Liao Dynasties. The Kwantung Army built this secret underground fortress, especially the three connected passages in the fortresses on both sides, which happened to cross the valley of Yerengou. During the construction, they must have dug out Many ancient tombs were dug up, and the funerary objects in these ancient tombs, as well as the coffins of ancient Jin and Liao nobles, were treasures to the Japanese. They stored all the things dug out from the ancient tombs in semi-vacuum chambers. When they got up, the Kwantung Army retreated in a hurry. Before leaving, they only wrapped up the antique rolls that were buried with them, and the remaining coffins have been left here.

The monkey said: "The Japanese are good at taking advantage of sheep. They have nothing left for us. Let's see if there is anything valuable in the coffin. This trip will not be in vain." After that, he kicked open a big coffin. The coffin board, the coffin lid had been pried open by the Japanese a long time ago and was not re-nailed. With one kick, the coffin lid was kicked aside.

Yingzi didn't dare to come over and take a look: "I'd better wait for you two at the door. I'll keep an eye on you and don't let anyone lock us in here." After saying that, he walked to the door, one kick inside and one kick outside. Hold the door.

I said to Yingzi at the door: "My eldest sister is still smart. I didn't expect this. I have been a soldier for so many years. This door can only be opened from the outside. If we are all locked in this secret room, I am afraid we will not even be able to open it." I can¡¯t even find a way to cry.¡±

The monkey just rummaged around in the coffin, cursing as he rummaged: "Fuck, it's all scum. The Japanese are so damn wicked. They follow the three-guang policy wherever they go. They didn't even leave us a whole jar." "

He did this even after turning over three or four coffins. The monkey was so angry that he kept cursing and pushed the red lacquer coffin made of golden nanmu.

I didn't pay much attention to those ordinary coffins. My eyes were always attracted to the huge sarcophagus. My intuition told me that there was something inside there...

I didn¡¯t understand why I had this idea. I suddenly had the urge to open the sarcophagus and take a look. I called the monkey to help, and the two of them worked together to push the stone slab above. The stone slab was extremely thick, and it took a long time to push it. Make a small slit.

The monkey gasped and waved his hand: "I can't do it... take a rest first, it's too heavy... there is no food in my stomach and I can't push it."

My stomach was growling with hunger. This exertion made me see stars, so I had to stop and rest. We took off our gas masks and each lit a cigarette.

The monkey blew out a smoke ring: "Old Hu, do you think the ancient people were out of their minds? With such a stone coffin, this is the first time I've seen someone use a stone as a coffin."

I stroked the stone slab and said: "This is not a coffin, this is called a stone coffin, coffin, coffin, the wooden coffin is inside this stone box. The person who can enjoy this kind of treatment must be a high-ranking official, maybe a prince."

The monkey scratched his head: "Oh, so that's what happened. It's really fucking complicated. They were all buried in the Savage Ditch. Who has a higher official position than the general's tomb we dug compared to the master in this stone coffin? "

I shook my head and said: "I don't know, it's hard to say. We don't know much about history, but in the past few hundred years of Jin, Liao and Yuan Dynasties, the nomadic people in the north were unprecedentedly powerful. They all conquered the world on horseback." , I guess they should emphasize martial arts over literature, so it is possible that the nobles with the highest martial arts were buried in the main cave of this geomantic treasure land. The rest of the nobles buried nearby may have more grave goods than those in the general's tomb. Be rich. The tomb owner had different hobbies during his life, and the burial objects must also be different. For example, in the ancient tomb we dug, the tomb owner was a warrior and did not have elegant taste or artistic appreciation, so the items in his tomb were different. Most of them are horse weapons.¡±

The monkey said: "Actually, those horses must be good horses of a thousand miles, and they would be worth a lot of money if they were alive, but now only the horse bones are left. They may be sold to the scrap recycling station, and no one will want them. Fortunately, he still has two pieces of jade. , otherwise our work will be in vain. If we go back and let Huang Baldy find a home for these two pieces of jade, we will not be able to deal with Wan'er Baqian."

We finished our cigarettes while we were talking. We put on our gas masks again and pushed the big stone slab again with all our strength. Yingzi also came over to help, and finally moved the stone slab aside. A pure black wooden coffin was revealed inside the stone coffin. This coffin is still nearly twice as big as an ordinary coffin, and it is also unusually tall. Not counting the arc-shaped lid, it is more than half a person tall.

The coffin is of exquisite craftsmanship and is definitely not a vulgar object. There are colorful depictions of gold lacquer on both ends, all sides and the lid of the coffin. The paintings are of some auspicious mythical animals, such as cranes, qilins, turtles and snakes, used to bless the coffin. The owner of the coffin was decomposed into an immortal after his death. There was a star map of the twenty-eight constellations in the sky on the coffin lid. The bottom of the coffin was surrounded by a golden pattern of clouds. I don¡¯t know what secret method was used. Thousands of years later, the colors are still as bright as It¡¯s new and truly astonishing.

It was the first time for us to see such a magnificent coffin. If we had not seen it with our own eyes, we would never have imagined that there was such a huge coffin like a work of art in the world.

The monkey was overjoyed: "Even if there is nothing inside, we can make a lot of money by taking the coffin back and selling it." He rolled up his sleeves and pushed the coffin board away.

Even Yingzi couldn't help but want to see what was in this big coffin. The three of them got together and shined their flashlights into the coffin. The brocade covered in the coffin had long been decayed, and it was probably that it would turn into ashes if touched. There is a skeleton lying on top of layers of rotten brocade. After thousands of years, the clothes and flesh have long since rotted away. Only the skull is slightly preserved, with its mouth wide open, revealing two rows of black rotten teeth. A large part of the skull's bones decomposed in the air. If you didn't look at the skull, you might not be able to tell that it was a humanoid remains.

Yingzi swept the edge of the giant coffin with the beam of flashlight, and she was so frightened that she yelled: "Oh my God, it's this kid."

At both ends of the coffin, there were two naked children with bare buttocks, a boy and a girl. They looked about five or six years old, and their faces were lifelike. The boy had a braid on his head, and the girl had her hair pulled into two buns. , this hairstyle is definitely not a modern style, but looks like the ancients in the murals. Could it be the boys and girls who were sacrificed to bury the Taoist king? The owner in the coffin was almost dead, so how could the boy and girl be so well preserved?

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"These two little cubs are probably dummies, made to look like real people." Monkey said while trying to squeeze the child in the giant coffin with his hands: "Master Monkey wants to see it today, he has become a sperm." Can¡¯t do it?¡±

I held down the monkey's hand and said, "Don't touch it without gloves. This is not a dummy. It may be poisonous. If you look carefully at these two children, they are covered with patches of blue-purple skin. These are mercury skin lumps."

In the 1950s, my grandfather Gao Qingsheng was hospitalized for a period of time in a large hospital in Beijing for medical treatment. During this period, a building called the "Workers Stadium" was to be built near the hospital, and an ancient tomb was dug out on the construction site. He also sneaked out of the hospital to see the excitement and went into the underground palace to take a look.

The ancient tomb is said to belong to a prince in the Ming Dynasty. There is black water all around the ancient tomb. The tomb chamber of the underground palace is divided into three parts: the front, middle and back. There is a thousand-jin gate hanging at the door. Entering through the gate, you will first see a "Ming Palace" "(Ming Palace), according to the layout of the main room of the tomb owner's home during his lifetime, there are various furniture and furnishings. These utensils are called "Ming Qi" (Ming Qi).

Further inside, the tomb chamber in the middle is called the "sleep hall", which is where coffins are placed. This ancient tomb is a joint burial tomb, and what is very special is that the coffins of the tomb owner and his wife, the prince and the princess, are both made of large coffins. Iron chains, large copper rings and copper locks were hung in the air of the dormitory.

Next is the "side hall", which is a place specially used to place funerary objects.

In addition, a few days later, an ancient tomb from the Yuan Dynasty was also unearthed in Haidian. Both tombs contained boys and girls who were buried as sacrifices. When they were unearthed, they were exactly the same as living people. It was just that the boys and girls unearthed from the Yuan Dynasty tomb were , the clothes on my body turned to dust as soon as I touched them.

Later, my grandfather told me these two things as stories. He said that when these boys and girls were alive, in addition to taking mercury orally, they also had to dig holes on their heads, backs, soles of feet, etc., full of After death, mercury is poured into the body, and mercury powder is applied all over the body, just like a specimen. After thousands of years, the skin and flesh will not rot. This technology is far more advanced than the ancient Egyptian mummies, but the difference between the two civilizations The backgrounds are different, and the value orientations are also very different. Moreover, the method of filling mercury to maintain the appearance of the corpse requires the use of living people. The blood of the dead does not circulate and cannot be filled in, so this technology has never been used on any tomb owner. .

Perhaps the cruelest thing in the world is to bury a living person. The monkey put on gloves and took out the body of one of the children. After careful inspection, he found several corpses on the top of the head, back, soles, etc. The holes, these holes in the corpses, have been sealed with fire paint by skilled craftsmen. Black and purple spots have appeared in many places on the corpses. People buried with them or gold, silver and jade objects are often smeared with mercury powder. Over time, It will undergo chemical changes. If it is young, it will appear brownish red, and if it is old, it will turn black and purple. This kind of lump is commonly known as "mercury lump" or "mercury soaked". In some places, corpse lump is called "rotten Yinzi". , "Mercury Blue".

Monkey was obviously a little nervous. He pretended to be calm and sighed and said: "I have read a novel written by Lu Xun before, and there is a description of antiques being immersed in mercury. It seems that the old man is not just writing it, it is true. "

Yingzi asked: "This is too pitiful. Brother Hu, why don't you put clothes on these boys and girls? I remember seeing the child running over wearing clothes before. Is he a ghost?"

I told her: "Only they know whether they are ghosts, but it's not that these two children didn't wear clothes, the boys and girls buried with them must have all been dressed in costumes. After almost a thousand years, by now, those clothes would have long been worn." It¡¯s rotten. It¡¯s been so many years. I¡¯m afraid this huge coffin is from the Yuan Dynasty. The moment the Kwantung Army dug out this huge coffin and opened it, the clothes turned into dust as soon as they saw the air.¡±

Originally I didn¡¯t believe there were ghosts in the world, but sometimes when the ironclad facts were in front of me, I had to believe it. Monkey and Yingzi saw the figure of a child in the passage, which was exactly the same as the boy and girl buried in the coffin. There are fingerprints on my back, and the facts here are beyond the scope of human cognition. Perhaps it can be explained by sixth sense, premonition, etc. In short, these are all supernatural phenomena. With our knowledge, we can only glimpse a little bit of this mysterious and unknown world.

But what are the intentions of these two dead children in bringing us here? Judging from the situation, it doesn't seem like he has any malicious intent.

Yingzi said: "Perhaps they want us to bury their bodies. Don't they always say that they should be buried in peace? How about we help them? How pitiful."

The monkey nodded in agreement: "I just want to get rich and don't want to care about other things, but this time the situation is special. Let's take them out and dig a hole and bury them properly. Don't poke them naked here." , They have stood guard for the tomb owner for thousands of years, and it¡¯s time to rest.¡±

The bodies are full of mercury and cannot be burned, so we can only dig a hole and bury them. This is all we can do. I hope there will be fewer such tragedies in the world.

Without further delay, Monkey and I took off the Kwantung Army coats we were wearing, wrapped the boys and girls in them, tied them with a buckle and carried them on our backs. The bodies filled with mercury were heavy, thanks to the fact that they were children. If you are an adult, it is really tough to carry it alone.

Seeing that he did not get the valuable treasure, the monkey felt a little unhappy and wished he could burn all the coffins. Yingzi and I hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but he had no choice but to give up.

We went back to the cave to discuss how to get out. At this time, everyone was hungry and thirsty. We were in an underground fortress with no food, no water, and no explosives or shells. The only way to get back to the surface was to rob the cave of the general's tomb. There is a way to go, but the thought of the strange power of the zombie is really a headache. Even if you are full and drunk, you may not be its opponent, not to mention that now your hands and feet are so hungry that your hands and feet are weak.

The three of them looked at each other and had the same idea in their minds. There were more than a dozen dead bats on the ground. At this point, they could only sacrifice these guys to the Temple of the Five Internal Organs.

Humans are omnivores. Once they are hungry, there is nothing they cannot eat. Yingzi said that when she was a child, she and her grandfather ate bats in a cave in the deep mountains and forests. That year there were wildfires and a rare famine. , all the larger animals in the mountains have disappeared, so people eat gophers, bats, locusts, and grass planes. The sinews and brittle bones of bats are very delicious and chewy.

These big pig-faced bats in the cave are so skinny and so ferocious that they look like mummies of vampire demons. The monkey and I have reservations about the saying that their meat is delicious. Attitude.

But in order to survive, I don¡¯t have to worry about so much. If I want to make a fire and barbecue, I have to go back to Gnaku. There are many wooden boxes there that can be used for firewood. Of course, the coffin boards can also be burned, but eating meat roasted in a coffin fire is not a problem. Somewhat unacceptable. So the monkey used the rope he had on him to pick five or six fat dead bats, tie them to his paws, tie them in a string, and drag them away, including the oversized king bat.

After returning to Gnaku, he put aside the coat that contained the boys and girls. He took out a short knife and cut off the bat's ugly head and fleshless claws. He then disembowelled the big pig-faced bat and cut off the belly of the bat. The blue-gray intestines and excess internal organs were thrown away, and finally the skin was peeled off.

I found a large pile of wooden boxes and kicked them into wooden boards. I took out a knife and cut some sawdust. I lit the sawdust with a match to start the fire. The monkey assisted me by squatting on the ground and curling up my hands to blow air to fan the fire.

I found a few bayonets on rifles and picked up the bats, and grilled them over the fire. The monkeys frowned and were very reluctant to eat such things.

Yingzi advised: "It doesn't taste bad. Don't think it's a bat. If you chew it a few more times, it will taste like mutton."

I don¡¯t care, bats are just like mice. When the army was training in Shaanxi, I ate gophers, dormice, flying squirrels, voles, chipmunks and other kinds of mice many times. The taste was the same, fat and thin. It's thin and has three layers of streaks. It's indeed similar to mutton, but I've never eaten bat meat before.

The pig-faced big bat is a warm-blooded animal and does not have much fat, so it should not be roasted for a long time. After seeing that the meat has become cooked, I took a bite first. The shoulder meat is very crispy, with a lot of tendons and crispy bones in it. It is definitely not as good as mutton. Eat, but it's really chewy.

When the monkey saw me eating, he also pinched his nose and took a bite. He felt quite satisfied. Then he ate one like a storm. Still unsatisfied, he put the biggest bat king on the bayonet and grilled it.

When we were almost halfway through eating, a string of sticky, shiny liquid dripped from the roof of the monkey's head, and it just fell on the monkey's face. The monkey was excited to eat, and when he saw that his face was wet, he wiped it with his hand. Qidao: "Who the hell is bleeding so much? It's all on me."

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The monkey ate so hard that the mucus dripping from the ceiling just fell on his face. The monkey blurted out a curse: "Who the hell shed so much mucus? It's all on my head." ." As soon as the words came out, he himself felt that the question was wrong.

There were only three people in the underground fortress, and Yingzi and I were both sitting opposite him. No matter how capable we two were, we couldn't drool on his head.

All three people felt strange and looked up at the same time. What on earth was the juice flowing from? The fire, lit with broken boards from ammunition boxes, illuminated the surrounding area brightly, but in the distance beyond the reach of the fire, there was still a lonely darkness.

On the roof above us, where the firelight and darkness meet, a huge human face poked out. The face was more than twice as big as that of an ordinary person. It was as white as if it had been smeared with flour, without any expression. It was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry. He had a hooked nose and a pair of strange blood-red eyes, staring closely at the roasted bat meat in the monkey's hand. His lips were thick and big, growing forward and protruding. He opened a big black mouth, blood-red. Half of his tongue was hanging from his mouth, and his saliva was almost flowing into a river, with drops flowing down from it.

The owner of that face had a long neck and dark and hard skin. Due to the high ceiling of the underground Gnaku, his body was hidden in the darkness where the firelight could not reach. Only his face and part of his neck could be seen. , he seemed to be very interested in the roasted bat meat we were eating, and wanted to pounce down and snatch it, but he was afraid of the flames burning below, so he hesitated.

But it seemed that the smell of barbecue was too tempting for him, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and he was about to jump off the hanging roof at any time.

Is this a human being or a monster? The three of us raised our heads and looked at it, and we were all surprised and surprised. Although I didn't know the origin of that thing, I could tell that he wanted to eat grilled bat meat.

We brought out a total of five big bats from the cave. Yingzi and I each ate half of one. The monkey ate a whole one by himself, and there were three left. The monkey divided the largest king bat into three parts and divided them into three parts. One of them was skewered with a rifle bayonet and was being roasted over the fire.

This pig-faced bat king has lived for who knows how many hundreds of years. It¡¯s so big that it¡¯s scary. Not counting its wings, its body is as big as a five- or six-year-old child. It¡¯s really heavy. The fire we use to barbecue is not big. Big, even if the Bat King is divided into three parts, only one of them can be roasted at the same time, so only the bat meat in the monkey's hand is eighty-mature, and the rest are dead bats that have not been roasted on the fire.

But at this moment when nothing could happen, I didn't think much about it. I saw the monkey was frightened by the expressionless face on his head, so I hurriedly snatched the bayonet with roasted bat meat skewered in his hand, raised it and put it there. Zhang turned half a circle in front of him with a strange face, and threw it aside with force.

I used more strength, but it didn't throw it far away. The bat meat was thrown away from the bayonet and landed not far behind Yingzi. Before Yingzi could look back, a huge beast jumped down from the roof. , just rushed over, took the roasted bat king in his mouth, and swallowed it without chewing.

By the light of the fire, we could see clearly that the animal was not a human. Its face was like a baboon, resembling a human face, its neck was extremely long, and its body was similar in size and shape to a bear, but not as clumsy as a bear. It is said that its body is slightly flat, its hind limbs are arched, short and thick, and its forelimbs are surprisingly long. When moving, it can grab the gap in the wall and hang from it. Watch its movements. It is better to be on the ground than on the wall. Climb up easily.

Yingzi had never seen this kind of animal. Monkey and I had seen pictures of it in the museum. As soon as it showed its full appearance, we immediately remembered that it was a "prairie ground sloth". Yes, that's what it was.

It lives in underground caves deep in the grasslands and is mainly distributed on the savannahs of South America, Africa, Outer Mongolia, and Mongolia. It is also a ground sloth. The grassland giant ground sloth is different from the jungle ground sloth living in the jungle. It is different from its distant relative tree The differences between sloths are even greater. The grassland ground sloth inherits more characteristics of the ground sloth's ancestor "Glacier Ground Sloth". It is extraordinarily large. It mainly lives on carnivorous food and rarely moves in the sun. It likes to prey on large bats. Rats, pythons and other animals that live underground.

The hunting method of grassland ground sloths is to stay still and seldom take the initiative to attack. They hide quietly in the darkness, motionless, and sometimes lie dormant for several days, without eating or drinking, waiting for animals to pass by. Then suddenly, like lightning, he stretched out his big mouth and ate the other person in one bite.

When the People's Republic of China was first founded, African brother countries gave one to the Beijing Zoo, but it did not adapt to the living environment in Beijing and died soon after. When I went to Beijing with the monkeys and some classmates to join forces, we met in Beijing where we victoriously joined forces. The Red Guards took us around. We saw a huge cage containing a giant prairie sloth in the zoo. The giant sloth in the cage was dead, leaving only an empty cage. We saw a huge empty cage with a few... It was strange, so I took a closer look. There was an introduction and pictures of it on the cage.

After many years, this incident still left a deep impression on us, but we never expected that we would encounter such a big one in the underground fortress of the Kwantung Army.

It must have followed the pig-faced giant bat here. There are countless giant bats in this fortress. We only saw a nest in a cave, and there were thousands of them. The fortress is dozens of kilometers deep, maybe somewhere There are still several nests hidden in the place.

It has rough skin and thick flesh, and there are many small bone fragments under the skin, just like wearing a lot of armor. These armors are unbreakable when it reaches adulthood.

The vicious pig-faced big bat has sharp claws. Although it can easily tear the belly of cattle and sheep, it cannot hurt the prairie ground sloth. Even if it is scratched a few times, it will not hurt or itch. There are no natural enemies of it here. , and there are countless large pig-faced bats to hunt and kill, which is exactly what they are for.

However, I don¡¯t know how such a large prairie ground sloth entered the fortress. It is possible that earthquakes or mountain landslides caused some large cracks in the underground fortress, from which it crawled into the fortress to feed. If it finds that entrance , we should be able to get out from there too.

The prairie sloth jumped down from the roof and ate the roasted bat meat. He stretched out his long tongue and licked it a few times. It was obvious that such a piece of meat was not enough to satisfy his appetite, and it aroused his strong appetite. He stared at it. Looking at the three of us, we don¡¯t know what we are planning. In the underground world, it is the king. It will occasionally take the initiative to hunt for prey. Whenever it takes action, almost nothing can stop it.

At this moment of confrontation between the two sides, my mind turned several times. The terrain of the underground fortress and dealing with wild beasts were a bit unfamiliar to me. Should I strike first? The submachine gun was at hand, but the hundred The lethality of the submachine gun is very limited, and the bones and skin of the prairie ground sloth are enough to withstand it. Don't be bitten by the snake instead of hitting it, making it angry, but you are not sure you can escape.

The Japanese army's Tomosaka-style rifle has great penetrating power and should be able to kill the grassland ground sloth. However, we only took a few and stabbed them down. The two previously loaded rifles were placed twenty or thirty meters away. Someone must be there. After attracting the attention of the prairie ground sloth, I could run over to get the rifle. It would take a short time to go back and forth like this. The prairie ground sloth was too close to our position...

Even after thinking a few thoughts, I was not sure. At this time, the monkey stood on the spot and whispered to me: "Old Hu, I remember that this thing only eats warm-blooded and cold-blooded animals, not humans, so I think it's fine." Use your feet to gently kick the dead bat towards the prairie ground sloth. That means, this is all for you, eat it quickly and don't cause trouble to us.