Chapter 238: A warehouse that can be seen but not taken

The truck was going uphill very slowly. Luo Er let the car over and took the car to help him, and turned over and rushed up. The submachine gun in his right hand pointed directly at the prisoners of war. He didn't want to encounter any accidents.

There was no scream, not even a commotion. Squatting in the carriage, the eight Korean prisoners of war stared at Luo Er, who was covered in mud and had a blue face, was as if he was looking at a passerby, with no expression of surprise at all.

After glanced at the carriage, Luo Er coughed unnaturally, lowered his head and pulled Ren Xiaosen up.

Ren Xiaosen's eyes were still vicious, "Second brother, look." He held the submachine gun and pointed his chin.

At this time, the US military had begun to continuously fire flares, making the island airport a day; however, they did not notice that someone had already mixed in the convoy.

After wiping the rain on his face, Luo Er looked carefully and saw a strong smell almost lifting him down the car. With the continuous flash of white light, he could see clearly that the feet of these prisoners were wearing iron chains as thick as their thumbs.

The chain is not thick, but if it passes through the heel bone of a person, it will be a death. No wonder, these prisoners of war are unwilling to move the place, it hurts.

After closing the insurance, Luo Er's gun was placed in his arms, sitting on the floor of the muddy carriage, turning his face to look at the prisoners of war beside him, "Are you soldiers of the People's Army?" Seeing the young prisoner of war, he didn't say anything, "We are the volunteers, performing reconnaissance missions on the island."

There was no way, he borrowed the name of the Volunteer Army. If he had said his name, he probably hadn't even heard of it.

Luo Er spoke very fluently in Korean. As soon as the three words of Volunteer Army were spoken, the young prisoner's eyes lit up, and his dull eyes became more agile; "I..." As soon as he opened his mouth, the prisoner next to him touched him hard, and immediately rang out the words in his mouth.

It seems that it’s no wonder that people still don’t believe in themselves. Just two people ran to Jianghua Island of the US military, who believes it?

Seeing this, Luo Er stopped talking and took out a flat wine pot, rubbed his thumb, and opened the lid with a thin chain. He took a big sip on his face, and a hot stream quickly spread throughout his body.

"Give it, take a sip, I'm almost frozen to death." He handed the wine pot to Ren Xiaosen, and Luo Er looked at the prisoners in the carriage in disguise. The thin uniforms were torn open one by one, but the heavy rain above his head made them stump them not cold?

Little by little, Luo Er smelled a strange smell, which came from these eight prisoners, but he didn't care. If it fell into the hands of the Americans, could it be clean?

The convoy followed the highway beside the airport and passed two roads and drove smoothly to the dark hangar; he was not reported by the prisoners of war in the car, and Luo Er's muzzle gradually deviated from the target, and he felt much more relieved.

The jeep that took the lead turned around and leaned against the gate of the machine shed. The machine gun in the car also turned the gun and rushed towards the truck made by Luo Er. The soldiers on the second truck jumped out of the car and stood by the car with guns.

A US soldier ran under the prisoners' car and shouted loudly, "Get out, get off the car right away."

On the remote guardhouse, a sharp searchlight shone firmly on the truck. When a prisoner of war moved, the machine gun on the guardhouse was just opened.

Such strict defense made Luo Er in the car puzzled. This was abnormal. Even if he was carrying ammunition, there was no need to be so nervous. Ren Xiaosen, who was beside him, accepted his fate and picked up the submachine gun and waited for Luo Er's order. Not only him, but also those prisoners of war, no one was optimistic about the current situation.

The soldier under the car began to roar. He was very angry at the sluggishness of the prisoners of war. It was so heavy that he still had to stand in the rain and felt uncomfortable. It was normal to curse a few words, "Hurry up, if you don't get out of the car, you will be in a confinement." The gun in the soldier's hand also opened. The alarm was right in his ears. How could he not be nervous?

Not only him, but even the machine gunner on the jeep stared wide.

Shaking his head, Luo Er took off his raincoat, stuffed his wrist guards with a submachine gun, and a steel helmet into his wrist guards, "Xiao Sen, give me everything on his body." Soon, except for a hidden pistol, the two of them were no different from the prisoners around them.

Under Luo Er's supervision, the prisoners of war began to get off the car one by one, but they didn't move too fast, without passing through their feet, carrying deadly iron chains.

The prisoners of war began to get out of the car, and the US soldiers on the ground stopped shouting, put their guns on their shoulders, and stood in the distance; the soldiers guarding the ammunition truck also opened the encirclement and fired flashlights to warn them.

As the sound of the car horn sounded, the huge iron door of the hangar creaked open. Inside, there were several soldiers holding pistols standing under the shaking lights, looking at the prisoners of war outside seriously. Each of them hung a gray pig-head gas mask on their waists.

Standing on the muddy ground, as the prisoners of war marched Luo Er, he could see the positions of the soldiers in the hangar at a glance. One sergeant was wearing three corporals and gas masks. What else could he be if he was not a logistics soldier?

Pulling Ren Xiaosen, Luo Er jumped onto the ammunition truck, handed boxes of "ammunition" to the prisoners of war under the van, and allowed the prisoners to move into the hangar. Soon, more than twenty boxes of ammunition on the van were moved; giving Ren Xiaosen a wink, the two of them carried the last ammunition box, followed the prisoners of war in the dark, and walked into the hangar.

Perhaps these ammunitions are of great importance, or perhaps they are too relieved about the iron chains on the feet of prisoners of war. On this rainy night with a deafening alarm, the logistics sergeant and the soldiers outside immediately pulled down the switch on the wall after a brief handover.

The gate was closed rumblingly, and three logistics soldiers shouted, asking the prisoners to carry the ammunition box and walk into the inner room; the slow-moving prisoners carried the boxes as obediently as usual, transporting them one by one to the inner room, revealing the motionless Luo Er and Ren Xiaosen.

"What are you doing when you stand there? Damn it, do you really want to die?" The sergeant cursing loudly stepped forward impatiently, trying to give Luo Er a good look. He had not taught these dirty prisoners of war a lesson for two days.

Luo Er, who was soaked all over, stood in the shed, looking coldly at the sergeant who was taller than him. Since the door was closed, it was hard to say who the world was here.

When he walked to Luo Er, the sergeant was surprised to find that there was no iron chain on Luo Er's feet, and the hostility in his eyes was unconcealed. "Who are you?" The sergeant immediately realized that these two people were not prisoners of war.

As soon as his hand touched the gun holster at his waist, the sergeant with a fleshy face blew, the cold wind blew across his face, and the sound of rippling ripples came from his throat, and he collapsed weakly to the ground.

Ignoring the sergeant who fell to the ground, threw a gun at Ren Xiaosen, and Luo Er rushed towards the three soldiers; the sound of "puzzling" the sergeant falling to the ground made the three soldiers turn their heads alertly to check, and what came towards him was Luo Er's waving palm.

He ruthlessly brought down the four soldiers. Luo Er's actions made the eight prisoners of war lively; he carefully put down the box, "Are you?" The young prisoner of war who was approaching Luo Er in the car stared at Luo Er at a loss.

"I said that we are volunteer soldiers and we are on the island for missions." Luo Er, who was not blushing and his heart was still beating, kept the four guys who fell to the ground. "There are weapons there, it depends on whether you can get them."

He had already seen that these eight prisoners of war were extremely weak in physique, but they were still able to do heavy physical work that was transporting, which made Luo Er quite puzzled.

Following Luo Er's finger, the prisoners of war were turbulent and immediately calmed down again. The eyes of several people looked at a middle-aged prisoner of war in the middle; the sallow-faced middle-aged man had no vitality in his eyes, but was just stubbornly hiding his fatigue.

"This comrade, I am Cui Zhishan, deputy battalion commander of the 6th Battalion of the 2nd Division of the First Army of the People's Army," he took a breath, "These are all my comrades-in-arms. There were fifty comrades-in-arms half a year ago, and now they are all here."

"I don't know what your mission is, but as long as I can kill the Americans, I, Choi Ji-san, will be the first to support me." After saying that, he asked two prisoners of war to take the pistols from the corpses on the ground.

However, Cui Zhishan's words made Luo Er feel sad. He was not surprised by the number of deaths in prisoners of war, but understood that Cui Zhishan and the others had no idea that the war had ended.

"Do you know the armistice agreement?" Luo Er took out a box of cigarettes, dispersed prisoners of war one by one, and then lit them personally.

Taking a deep breath of cigarettes, Choi Ji-san sighed, "I haven't tasted the smoke for many days," "We don't know the armistice agreement, so we are not allowed to go out here during the day."

Lifting up his ragged sleeves, Choi Zhishan raised his thin arm in front of Luo Er, "Look, what is this?"

What appeared in front of Luo Er was dense needle eyes. Seeing that Luo Er was still full of doubts, Cui Zhishan smiled self-deprecatingly, "Do you know heroin? They are ten times more powerful than opium, and they will give us every day."

Luo Er had never heard of heroin, but after the army's education, he still didn't understand the harm of the opium; for a moment, the rescue method he had just thought of just now appeared in a blink of an eye.

"Comrade Volunteer Army, I know you want to save us, but if we leave here, it is better to die than to live. You don't understand." Sighing deeply, Cui Zhishan said, "We are not human or ghost now, and we will live in a few days."

"No, you can rush out with us," Ren Xiaosen, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but forcefully interject.

"Go out? My forty-two brothers are still buried behind the hangar. They are furious and painful." Slowly untied their thin military uniforms, Cui Zhishan exposed a large piece of festering skin on his chest. "Now, we are begging them to get injections and can they still go out? Thank you little brother."

Seeing that Luo Er was still hesitating, Cui Zhishan pointed to the ammunition box on the ground, "If I guess correctly, this is a chemical grenade for airborne troops."

As soon as he said here, a car came from outside the hangar, and someone was shouting faintly.

"Comrade, this is the underground warehouse of the US military. The patrol team once every fifteen minutes. Now it's time." As he said hurriedly, Cui Zhishan held the gun in his hand tightly and stared at Luo Er with scorching eyes.

"Underground warehouse?" Luo Er was stunned when he heard this. No wonder he couldn't find the warehouse of the United States. Made built it underground.

"Let's go, take a look." No longer obscure, Luo Er took out a bunch of guns and threw them to Ren Xiaosen, "You bring someone to stay here. Without my order, you are not allowed to retreat."

"Yes," Ren Xiaosen grabbed a machine gun, skillfully hung up the ammunition bag, and the muzzle was straight towards the door; at this time, the door of the machine shed had been smashed and banged.

Taking a deep breath, Cui Zhishan glanced at his brothers, "Comrades, I understand the sins that everyone has suffered. Now the opportunity has come. Those who want to take revenge will get a gun and beat me hard. Kill each one is counted as one."

Dragging the jingling chains on his feet, the seven prisoners of war picked up their guns without hesitation, retreated to the innermost part of the hangar to find a good spot, and looked at the violently shaking gate. On their faces, which were still dead in the heavy rain, there was a hint of blush.

"Come with me," Cui Zhishan looked like he did not feel the pain on his feet. He quickly took Luo Er to a slant. A heavy general lock was hung on a wide iron door.

Just as he was about to raise his gun, Luo Er stopped Cui Zhishan, "No, I'll do it." He reached out and hugged the big lock, his arms competed, "Ruh, click". With the sour sound of tearing, the big lock did not break, and the big iron bolt welded to the iron door was twisted off by Luo Er.

He threw away the big lock when he touched the ground, and Luo Er kicked open the door, "crying", and the heavy door opened, and the smell of gun oil coming to his face made Luo Er brow raise.

Cui Zhishan skillfully pressed the wall at the door, and more than a dozen light bulbs shone at the same time; what appeared in front of him was a wide underground square; a square divided into two by a stone wall, and various military supplies were neatly placed on the left and right. Looking at the square that was invisible at first sight, Luo Er couldn't help swallowing hard.

Luo Er, who had seen such a scene, lit up the flashlight without changing his face and checked it briefly. It is worthy of being the US military's tactical material reserve library, which can almost arm a division's weapons and equipment, as well as a large amount of daily necessities, all of which are fully equipped.

If the war breaks out, the US soldiers can immediately get armed as long as they arrive here with bare hands and can enter the battlefield. Thinking about this scene, Luo Er's forehead was filled with sweat.

After working as a porter for more than half a year, Cui Zhishan is very familiar with this place. Most of the supplies here are transported by him and his comrades. "Comrade, just take them, just take as much as you can, and everything else," he glared grimly, "I blow it up, and I don't give them any hair to them."

Cui Zhishan's words shocked Luo Er and swam over to the death. He didn't want these supplies, but guns and ammunition were not very important. The large amount of supplies was Luo Jiashan's support.

"Don't, Comrade Cui Zhishan, your current task is to quickly transport ammunition and let the comrades above hold on. I also want to see here." Luo Er grabbed Cui Zhishan, "Don't worry, in the end, this place will definitely explode."

"TuTuTuTuTuTuTuTuTu", outside the warehouse, machine guns suddenly sounded, and then the gunshots were connected. Luo Er patted Cui Zhishan and ran to the supplies on the left without looking back.

"Okay, I'll run up first and send some ammunition on it," Cui Zhishan pulled a cart, checked the materials on the right, and went to find bullets. The material management of the US military is still very prohibited, and various types of ammunition storage are clearly visible at a glance, which also facilitates Cui Zhishan.

Without mentioning Ren Xiaosen who had caught fire outside, Luo Er quickly ran to a bunch of supplies, "Second-level individual rations," a flashlight shone on the standing sign. Luo Er hurriedly collected boxes of military rations into his wrist guards, and stuffed the thirty cubic cubic space into his wristbands.

He could no longer stuff it in. The huge amount of supplies in front of him made Luo Ertan stare at him and was unable to do anything. He wanted to destroy all these things? Although he was unwilling to accept it, he could not do anything about this warehouse that could be seen but could only withdraw with regret.

When he arrived at the door, Cui Zhishan, who was dragging an anti-fire machine gun, shocked Luo Er, "My grass, Cui Zhishan, you are having a big time."

"That's right, I also figured it out. American things don't need to be useless. If they really can't be used, they're blown up, that's how they're relieved." Cui Zhishan, who had a red face, pulled the machine gun hard and ran outside.

After picking up two ammunition boxes, Luo Er rushed out too.

When they arrived in the shed, the fire of gunfire filled Luo Er's brain. Ren Xiaosen and the others were quite flexible. They pushed a jeep in the shed to the door, blocking the charge of the US soldiers. They hid in a bunker built randomly with debris and kept firing outside.

The large amount of weapons and ammunition stored here made the US soldiers surrounding him throw rats and dared not use heavy firepower easily, and could only use machine guns to shoot at the prisoners of war.

"Come on, set up." With Choi Zhishan's shout, the brand new anti-aircraft machine gun shook the muzzle and a box of bullets hung up. Thump, a prisoner of war who set up the machine gun was hit by the bullets and flipped to the ground.

No one cared about his dead comrades, but he accelerated the shooting speed with the gun in his hand. Everyone knew in their hearts that tonight was a night of revenge and the last night.

Holding the machine gun tightly, Cui Zhishan pressed down the trigger hard, "dongdongdongdongdong", the dull shooting sound pulled out a terrifying flame and instantly exploded a jeep outside the hangar.

Luo Er squatted behind, looked outside carefully, and approached Ren Xiaosen, "Xiaosen, you hold on here, I'll go around behind them." "Don't worry, second brother, Americans dare not move cannons, we can hold on." Ren Xiaosen also saw the enemy's taboos clearly, and the submachine gun was shot more happily.

Running to the corner deep in the hangar, Luo Er kicked the wall, Made, the steel and concrete, and couldn't even pull it out. Looking up and looking at the roof, Luo Er smiled.

He raised his gun, supported his hands on the corner wall, and kicked the wall with both feet. With the rebound force, Luo Er rushed up to the roof and reached out to hold the triangle beam. In Luo Er's opinion, the roof covered with iron was not as strong as the earth wall, and he kicked a big hole in just a few kicks.

When he got on the roof, he didn't care about the heavy rain. Luo Er jumped down at an eight-meter height, so he was just careful.

On the ground soaked in rain, a pair of big feet stepped on it firmly. A slight crisp sound made Luo Er pause; Cui Zhishan's words were still in his ears, and this place was probably the place where the dead prisoners of war were buried.

I didn't know that the brother's bones were broken. Thinking of this, Luo Er's scalp became numb; "I'm sorry, brother, I'm going to avenge you, and I'll borrow the way." As he muttered in his heart, Luo Er rolled and crawled to the right of the hangar.

He was not afraid of the enemy, but Luo Er dared not think about the martyr's burial place. He did what he did, and the dead comrades probably despised him.

I was forced to do it too. I just had a clear conscience. I comforted my heart, and Luo Er looked at the brightly lit airport.
Chapter completed!