C1360 The secret underground!

What was that? It was a group of lighting signal s with flickering rhythm. It was very clear that the light source was hidden in the middle of the rubble, and the light source wasn't reflecting towards its surroundings, but rather had a very clear direction like the searchlight of a lighthouse.

Molière could immediately tell what it was "Shh … Don't talk, that should be the intelligence team using the bright rhythm of the lights to transmit information! This is the method that the battleship used to pass down orders in the ocean, it's very smart and very clever! "

"Good boy!" Isn't this too well hidden? Isn't it sticking close to the ground? "Everyone don't move, don't make a sound, carefully observe …"

This must be a message from the Chinese intelligence officer. Three minutes after the lighting signal was exterminated, a grenade was suddenly thrown out from the Chinese position, all of which were concentrated in one area.

Boom! Boom! Boom! With the light shining from the explosion, Molière could clearly see that in the area where they were bombarded, there was a group of Russian Army soldiers crawling and approaching them.

On the left and right flank of this group of soldiers, there were Russian Army s facing the assault of the Marine Corps bullets. Originally, those two positions were feints, but the main force of the assault was here.

"Oh no, they've been exposed!" Molière cried out in alarm, but it was completely useless, the Marine Corps' counterattack had already begun. The four quickly crawled to the corner of the battlefield and carefully hid. They watched helplessly as the Chinese crushed the counter-charge.

"I understand, I finally understand!" No wonder when we attacked the four fortresses, there were so many casualties! So there was a ghost on the battlefield! "

"Where is the enemy hiding? Just now, the lighting signal was so hidden, so close to the ground … Could there be ghosts underground? " Once this thought appeared, Molière felt as if there was grass growing in his heart, and he became restless.

He took the risk of exposing himself to the battlefield once again, and as expected, after lurking for ten minutes, he discovered that strange lighting signal once again, lying amidst the pile of rubble.

"There must be a way. That pile of stones is very tricky, and the boulders are as tall as a person. Even explosives wouldn't be able to destroy them. If the Chinese were to build a bunker, it would be very difficult to find anything …"

"Let's make a bet?" Molière turned his head and asked.

At this point, how could the others still have a choice? He pulled back the bow and did not turn back to shoot. He would fight with them with his life on the line!

The situation on the battlefield became more and more serious. When Xiao Letian had yet to reach the main island and Luo Huo had yet to personally go up to hold the line, the marines' morale was actually suppressed by the Russian Army. A large number of artillery positions were destroyed, countless of ammunition depot were ignited, and the moth-shaped Death teammate continued to pierce through the ground time and time again.

In such a chaotic battle, Molière found countless of opportunities, and successfully crawled towards that pile of rubble. He was a very patient person. He was born to be a genius in the field of intelligence work. In this battlefield where the flames of war were raging around him, at that moment, his mind was not distracted at all, even the sound in his ears had disappeared.

Everything in the area became a three-dimensional image in his mind. He carefully felt the grass, shrubs, stones of various sizes, including the wet moss that was within reach of his hand.

His hard work paid off. Finally, when he was about five meters away from the lighting signal, he found a black light within the corner of a few boulders.

With a boom, the cannonball exploded on the battlefield. At the moment when the flames soared into the sky, a metallic luster was revealed from the angle of the boulders.

"Right here! The entrance was right here, pressed down by the rock … So it turned out that they had never thought of leaving while they were hiding inside! What a group of intelligence geniuses! What's down there? "

"Sir!" How do we get in? This kind of door must be locked from the inside, it's impossible to open it! "

"Don't worry, I have a way!" Gather all your grenades together and use them, disconnect the fuse... "In a while, these Chinese people will have to fire their grenades. I believe that there's a 90% chance that we won't be exposed if we ignite the explosives in the chaos!"

The four of them felt around for a while and tied up the last four grenades they had on them. When the fuse wasn't long enough, they untied the bullets and poured the black gunpowder onto a mountain rock, waiting for the battle to start before they ignited it.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannon on the battlefield continued to rumble, the attention of the Chinese Army was completely focused on the counter-charging Russian Army, no one knew that there were actually four spies here.

It was finally the right time to do so. The moment the fire from the Chinese retaliation exploded dozens of meters away from the pile of rubble, Molière ignited the black gunpowder on the ground and hid behind the big tree while hugging his head.

The tongue of flame moved above the ground, and in a short period of time, it entered into a crevice in the stone. With a muffled bang, the ground started to tremble, and a cloud of smoke scattered into the air, while crushed stone fell onto the bodies of Molière and the rest.

No one dared to check the results of the battle, because they didn't know if they had been exposed or not. However, looking at the berserk sounds coming from the cannons, Molière felt that he should be lucky.

Sure enough, no one was exposed. The four excitedly crawled towards the entrance of the cave, only to see the deformed metal door and the narrow corner where one person could pass through.

"Prepare a ball of wet grass, throw it in after igniting it, choke them to death …" The long prepared grass was mixed in proportion with the wet grass. Once it was ignited, it quickly released choking smoke. This group of wicked things directly threw three of them into the cave.

The thick smoke emitted by the three bundles of grass was enough to choke a whole room of people to death, even if they didn't die, they would at least faint from the choking.

After a few weak coughs, Molière was the first to climb in. When he saw everything inside, he was so shocked that his urine soaked handkerchief fell onto the ground.

"Oh my God! My God! Praise God, we've found the big fish! "

The basement was very small, only around ten or so square meters. Inside, there were only two intelligence officer s whose life or death was unknown. One of them had blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth while the other one was lying on a table, clutching onto something.

And what Molière did not expect was that on the table, there was actually a telegraph! It was actually a perfectly intact telegraph!

"Come in! Block the entrance and disguise yourself! "

Using the chaos on the battlefield, Molière and his men climbed into the underground cement building and used some stones to block the hole that had just exploded.

Molière protected the telegraph like a baby, and the remaining three people started to clean the loot in the basement. After they broke open the corpse's palm, a book that was only the size of a matchbox was revealed.