Kanto Army Underground Fortress 1

The fat man asked me: "Do you have military knowledge? There is no way there are tanks here."

I said, "If you have any, let's go in first. In fact, even if there are really tanks, I'm afraid I can't drive them. It's been almost forty years. After so long, even if I do maintenance every day, it's time to scrap."

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

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

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

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

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

Judging from where we are, the nearest exit is not far from. I just don’t know if the Kwantung Army deliberately destroyed the exit of the fortress when it retreated. Otherwise, we could only go back from the tomb, and try to climb out of the vents or something. I suddenly thought about what we were on the hillside last night. The horse was torn to pieces by a monster in an underground cave. Is that cave a vent for a fortress? It was also dug the hole with its claws by the unconscious monster to drown it? If the hole is really a vent, don’t expect to climb out from there. The hole is too narrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eiko and I also took a gun. I raised the Tomosaka-style rifle and aimed it, and threw it back: "The Japanese broken gun only has five rounds of ammunition capacity, and the non-automatic bolt is rotating. The bullet is too slow and the recoil is very large. I can't use it."

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

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

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

The fat man patted his chest and said to me confidently: "Only our shooting skills are we still playing. After so many years, you should know that you are wearing a bellweather and riding a horse and turning on a light is like playing. How could you miss it and hit it on the steel plate? If you don't believe it, let's try putting an egg on your head in a while..."

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

We pried open the boxes on the shelf one by one, looking for a few Tiangua grenades, but we didn't expect that more than a dozen submachine guns were found in a wooden box with a plaster flag. The shape of the gun was very strange, with several like the British Stein submachine guns. The magazine was inserted horizontally on the left side of the gun body. The difference from the British Stein is that the magazines of these guns were curved and there was a wooden stock behind them.

Yingzi asked me: "Brother Hu, what kind of gun is this? Why is this style? Is it a crooked hand?"

I pulled the bolt of the submachine gun, pulled out the magazine and took a look: "This may be a Japanese-made 100-type submachine gun. It was equipped with troops in the late stage of the war. The production volume is relatively small, so it is rare. It may be equipped to deal with the Soviet army. This gun is much better than the Type 38, especially suitable for close combat. Even if there is a malfunction, it will be stuck at most and will not go through the back door or fire. Don't use a rifle with the fat man, use a submachine gun to defend yourself."

Yingzi had never used a submachine gun and didn't know how to fiddle with it. She fired two flashlights next to us to light up. The fat man found a box of submachine gun bullets, and I loaded the bullets into the shuttle with him.

I hummed a small song and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one. Now I am in a good mood. This time I have been fucking the market. I have never touched a submachine gun since I left the army. I remembered the feeling of using the five or six styles in the army, and my palms were itchy. When I was proud, Yingzi suddenly patted my shoulder and whispered: "Brother Hu, I seem to...saw a child running from behind you."

Kid? How is it possible? The mountains and forests are rarely visited, not to mention that this secret fortress is so hidden, how could a child suddenly appear in the plain?

We were all squatting on the ground and loading bullets. Yingzi squatted opposite me with the flashlight. She accidentally swept the flashlight with the light and saw a child flashing by behind me.

I turned my head and shone it around with a flashlight. Behind me was a T-shaped passage, which was pitch black and surprisingly quiet. Where was there half a child? I asked Yingzi: "Where are there any children? Are you so scared?"

Although Yingzi was bold, she was a girl from the mountains after all. She had a strong sense of feudal superstition. At this moment, her face changed: "I'm really not blind, really... a child ran through the passage behind you. It's impossible to read it wrong. There was no footsteps, and she only saw a child. She was getting old and she was swooping over... Is there a ghost?"

Kanto Army Secret Fortress 2

When she asked Yingzi about the details, she couldn't explain it clearly. She just said that in a trance, a child flashed by, as if he was a little girl, but she was not sure, and she didn't see clearly what kind of clothes she was wearing. She looked like she was about five or six years old, six or seven years old. The direction the child ran over was exactly the direction with the exit marked on the map.

The passage is only two meters away from me. I can't hear a child running over such a quiet place, so silent, unless it is a ghost, the underground fortress is a world isolated from the world, and no one has come in for decades. Who knows what is hidden in it? Today's affairs have already made us suffer enough. It's better to have less trouble than to be provoked. Can't you afford to avoid being offended?

I now suggest that I take a more road and go to the fortress exit from the other side, and not walk through the passage where the child ran over.

Yingzi was most afraid of ghosts and gods, so he nodded in agreement: "It is better to climb ten miles of slopes than to hit a ghost wall."

The fat man disagreed: "Old Hu, I found that you have changed now. Since you were demoted from the army, you have not been as afraid as before. You are afraid of being in a hurry but are not afraid of your style. Why did Yingzi see a child running over today and you want to take a detour? I told you to go around, you two can't walk anymore, so I'll go over from the shortcut. Thinking about what did you think you were afraid of when we were in the army? In those years, who did you think we had been convinced?"

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

I said to the fat man, "How old are we now? We are not as good as before. We were really brave and fierce in the years we served in the army, but it was a ridiculous era. Looking back now, I feel ridiculous and sad."

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

I might have wiped that laptop a long time ago, and the fat man gave me a lot of laptops over the years because his mother is a cadre of the logistics agency and has various laptops at home. I really can't remember any long poems.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We clenched our guns, raised our fists, and made a steel vow: We are willing to give our all to the realization of communism.

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

Submachine guns poured bullets of proletarian revenge at the exploiters.

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

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

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

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

All of this has never made us nostalgic for.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Three red signal flares rose in the night sky, and you patted my shoulder: "Hey, partner, do you still remember? I saw the red hearts of the dolls on the battlefield between China and the United States, and the speech of a member of the Politburo. Friends in the world reveled in the prospect of liberation, and the eyes of the old Soviet Red Army holding hopes."

"Remember! This is the final struggle, and the decisive battle of human destiny is today!"

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

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

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

Seeing that we were not finished talking, Yingzi couldn't understand what we were saying, so she became impatient and interrupted us and said, "What are you talking about? You are still very vigorous, why are you talking about it? It's getting late now. No matter which way we go, we should set off. Are you willing to wait until you go out before talking?"

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

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

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

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

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

Kwantung Army Secret Fortress 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few big pig-faced bats were the first to fly down from the stone wall. I struggled to get up, but I fell down as soon as I pushed my hands. The ground was full of bat feces and animal remains, which were smelly and sticky, and slippery. Bat feces were also called "Ye Mingsha". They were originally a very precious Chinese medicine. It was very difficult for ordinary people to get one or two taels. It was so disgusting that they could not tell when they saw them at this moment.

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, my eyes turned black, and a big pig-faced bat rushed towards me silently. It might be the leader of the bats in the cave, hiding in the deepest part of the cave. At this moment, I came to the person, spreading his wings and filling the wall.

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

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

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

The wounds on my body were so painful that I kept cursing. I was on the front line back then, and I didn’t even get rid of the flesh when I was fighting in that battle. Today, these beasts caught so many holes on their bodies... It hurts so much.

The fat man asked me: "Old Hu, I asked you to run back just now, why did you push us in instead?"
To be continued...