War Photographer's Notebook

In the aisle serving as a warehouse, Wei Ran, Feschenk, and Leizli moved carefully towards the end of the aisle according to the pre-agreed plan under the cover of stacked cargo boxes and thatch.

The further you go in this not-so-spacious underground passage, the more dim the lights become, but the arrangement of the cargo boxes becomes more and more neat, and even the rooms on both sides of the passage gradually have doors. and a padlock to lock the door.

When the three of them reached the end of the tunnel, they were more than 50 meters away from the intersection behind them. At this time, there were no lights above their heads for lighting, and the surrounding cargo boxes were already covered with dust.

He casually lifted a piece of bitter cloth and got in. When Wei Ran turned on the flashlight, he found that the cargo box contained gas masks wrapped in kraft paper and white talcum powder.

Reluctant to open another fake, it contained individual reform counters produced in the Soviet era.

"Inventory from the Cold War era, in preparation for a nuclear war." Rezley, who followed in, stuffed the rubber anti-biochemical suit back into the box and whispered, "This should be an underground building built to deal with nuclear strikes." The defense system, in other words, the area here may be much larger than we imagined."

"And such things are usually placed near the main entrances and exits," Feschenk reminded in a low voice, "so maybe we can find new entrances and exits?"

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately turned off the flashlight, and the three of them got out of the tarpaulin, and looked at the explosion-proof door directly ahead that was blocked by the cargo box with the help of the weak light behind them.

"Try to get these things out of the way"

Leizili walked in sideways to touch the less than one-meter-wide gap between the cargo box and the explosion-proof door, and when he pulled back and stood firm, he immediately whispered, "The hand wheel on the explosion-proof door has been removed, we need a The handwheel can open the door."

"There may be clues in the lighted room at the door," Wei Ran reminded in a low voice.

"Wait to see there later"

Feschenk looked around, pointed to a room with no windows and only a door closest to the explosion-proof door, and said, "Go and pick the lock of that door, it's much safer for us to hide there than outside."

"Let me do it"

While speaking, Wei Ran pretended to untie the 82 technical condition suit on his body, stretched his hand under his armpit and pretended to pull it out, and took out the wire cutters from the metal book.

"Why are you still carrying this stupid pliers?" Feschenk couldn't help asking.

"Isn't it time to use it now?" Wei Ran had already cut the rusty padlock on the iron door while speaking.

As the thick wooden door covered with a layer of iron sheet was carefully pushed open, the three of them jumped in immediately, and then immediately closed the door silently.

When Wei Ran turned on the flashlight, they were startled by Xiao Xiao.

There are also wooden boxes piled up one after another in this room, but the surrounding area is full of showers the size of washbasins. On a few showers, there are sets of patient numbers of different sizes hanging on a rack. clothes or sea soul shirts with lines of various colors.

And on the wall below the shower, there are still pictures of popular science showing how to wash away nuclear floating dust by yourself.

Almost diagonal to the entrance door, there is also a glass door. Through this glass door, it is only a passage less than one meter wide, with handrails installed on the walls on both sides, and a total length of nearly 10 meters. At the end of this passage is a room similar to a changing room.

In this room, apart from the two rows of back-to-back benches in the middle and the wooden boxes and cardboard boxes piled up and down the benches, there are also boxes of Type 2 radiation protection first aid kit produced in the Soviet era.

He casually took out a box from it and opened it. Fessenke took out a flashlight that was only the size of a finger, lit it up, glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "The first-aid box produced in 86 has a three-year shelf life, and it has expired."

"The dimethylpethidine in it is definitely still usable"

Rezley said in a very affirmative tone, "It's only expired for 6 years, I bought an expired one on the black market before I came here.

After more than 10 years, it also has analgesic effect. "

"We have no shortage of painkillers"

Leizley threw the small orange plastic box in his hand back into the wooden cabinet, went to another door of this room and tried to pull, then shook his head and whispered, "It's locked from the outside, this place should be just now Next door to that bathroom."

"Let's go back"

Lezley greeted in a low voice, and was the first to turn around and return to the bedroom just now, carefully opened the door, looked out and listened for a moment, then closed the door again and put a wooden box against it, and walked back In the lower gate corridor connecting the two rooms.

"When I touched it just now, I found a lot of mines in the cargo box I was hiding in."

Rezley said in a low voice, "There are Soviet ones, American ones, and French ones. Besides landmines, I also found a lot of bullets. Some of the ammunition boxes even had the Russian Federation logo on them."

"The cargo boxes I passed were all grenades and grenades," Feschenk said, and took out several F1 lemon grenades produced by the Soviet Union from his pocket.

"All I see are rpgs." Wei Ran paused and continued, "There are also a small amount of at4 and rifles."

"So this is actually the arsenal of the Chechens?" Rezri muttered, frowning.

"I don't see it"

Wei Ran was the first to shake his head, "For this underground air-raid shelter, those weapons and ammunition are more than enough, but they are far from enough for the battlefield outside. I guess those things are probably only for those people in the Chechen security department building above their heads." reserve."

"Are they so rich in ammunition?" Feshank raised his eyebrows, "On the way we came, many soldiers of the 131st Brigade didn't even have enough ammunition."

"We are fighting an enemy almost all of Europe"

Rezli looked very sober, "Whether this is the Chechen arsenal or the arsenal of the building above, at least it is more than enough to blow up that intersection."

"There are two problems now. If the target person is not identified and is in the presidential palace, it doesn't make much sense for us to blow up here."

Feshank paused, "Secondly, whether the explosion-proof door outside the room can lead to the surface, and if so, the captain must come over in time before preparing to blow up here. Otherwise, all of us To die here."

Hearing this, Rezley also said, "If the blast door doesn't lead to the outside, we can only go back to the power room, remotely detonate the explosives here, and then go back the same way to evacuate."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Feishanke fell silent.

Undoubtedly, if they go back the same way, the probability of them escaping is actually not high—even if it seems that they only need to go back to the power room and go through the explosion-proof door, and at most find the corpse of the mercenary Gala and blow up the manhole cover above their heads. up.

But what about after returning to the surface?

At the very least, Wei Ran is very clear that if there is no support, it will not be easy to escape from Grozny—even if these companions are far from the rookies who only have the shadow of the Soviet Red Army outside.

"Leave this matter to the captain and the others to consider." Feschenk's voice broke the silence in the corridor, "Let's move the cargo boxes next to the explosion-proof doors first."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Leizli nodded respectively.Carefully opened the iron-covered wooden door, stooped to the edge of the explosion-proof door.

Lezli was left to watch alone, and Wei Ran and Feishanke worked together to lift off the dusty tarpaulin, and then each picked up wooden boxes that were stacked one by one.

These boxes vary in size, some contain only brand-new gas masks, while others contain old-fashioned clothes of various sizes.There are even some boxes containing radios of different models, and even drinking water sealed and preserved in tin cans.

After all, there was someone watching at a distance of only 50 meters behind them. The movements of the three of them were naturally as small as possible, for fear that any movement would disturb the attention of outsiders.

Just as the three of them were ant-moving under the eyes of the enemy, at the other end of the underground passage, Karp and Ruslan

The two captains have also been taking advantage of the effort in the cafeteria to chat with the surrounding Chechen soldiers while collecting various information from the surface.

It's a pity that in these few words, no one seems to know where the core leaders of the three rebels are.On the contrary, they finally figured out the purpose of the rooms opposite the switch room.

According to the gossip of the men and women Chechen soldiers with a little cologne on their bodies, they are all cameo extras in those studios.And the programs they perform are basically fake Russian soldiers, facing the camera and recording equipment, confessing the war, or playing Chechen civilians, accusing the atrocities of the Russian army during the war, telling one after another destroyed by the war. Lost the story of the family, and then incited the brothers and sisters to launch a "victory war" together to hunt down the enemies who invaded the homeland.

However, according to their description, in addition to their "guest actors" in those studios, it seems that some Russian army routs were captured from the surface last night, and they were preparing to broadcast their interrogation live.

"I don't know if Dudayev or Mr. Maskhadov will come here to give some uplifting speeches."

Captain Karp deliberately increased his voice, and said in Chechen to Ruslan who was sitting across from him expectantly, "It would be best if Basayev could come, I want to shake hands with our Caucasian wolf even in my dreams." hand."

"It would be enough if any of the three of them could come," Ruslan said equally expectantly, "I've had enough of those Germans and Americans, and those pompous Poles, they It's more disgusting than those bloated floating corpses in the sewer."

"Those Poles are really annoying"

A bearded Chechen among the "actors" at the next table joined the conversation, "But the three leaders probably don't have time to come here, they are all directing the battle now."

"Have you seen them?" asked Garp at once. "You have a beautiful beard, just like that of our Caucasian wolf."

"thanks!"

The bearded man smoothed his beard proudly, "I just imitated Mr. Basayev's beard, but I have never seen them."

"I thought you'd seen it"

Ruslan immediately picked up the bread on the plate again in disappointment, "I still want to hear you tell us about him."

"Although I haven't met Mr. Basayev, I heard that Mr. Mahasdorf once came to our place."

The Chechen subconsciously lowered his voice, "On New Year's Day, he seems to have come from the presidential palace to meet those Americans, and they took pictures in the studio." "You didn't take a picture with him." A group photo?"

Ruslan asked enviously, "If I have the opportunity to take a photo with him, I must hang the photo in the most conspicuous place in the living room."

"I don't have a chance to take a photo with Mr. Mahasdorf." The bearded Chechen shook his head regretfully.

"So Mahasdorf is still here?"

Captain Culp asked excitedly, "Maybe we can find a chance to ask him to take a picture with us, my child has always wanted to..."

"Are you an idiot?"

The bearded Chechen soldier mocked, "He left long ago, even if he is still here, why would he take pictures with us."

"That's right, alas!" Garp and Ruslan sighed in unison, the regret and disappointment in their voices already palpable.

The bearded man and his partner at the same table exchanged glances, and then said perfunctorily, "I'll try to let you guys know when I see him again."

"I haven't seen the three of them yet." Captain Karp smacked his lips, his tone and expression were full of anticipation.

When the two of them were collecting information in the cafeteria, the three of Wei Ran also carried all the cargo boxes that blocked the explosion-proof door into the decontamination room after more than an hour of busy work, revealing the hidden body. blast door.

However, when they put a piece of bitter cloth in front of the explosion-proof door with the iron frame they found, and carefully removed the traces on the ground, a few beams of light came from the direction of the intersection where they came.

Light!
The three of them looked at each other, and immediately got into the decontamination bathroom they had just been to as quickly as possible.

Almost at the same time when Wei Ran closed the door, a beam of light also swept across the door, and the flash of light at the crack of the door that was about to be closed even dazzled his eyes.

Lezli and Feschenk, who hid in the room almost front and rear, each blocked the door with a wooden box full of clothes.

"hide"

As Leizley said, he was already the first to pass through the glass door, with that weird dagger in his mouth, propping up the walls on both sides of the corridor with both hands and feet, crawled to the top of the corridor like a spider, and squeezed his back tightly. Fit tightly to the ceiling.

Less than two seconds later, Wei Ran and Feshenke also got into two adjacent one-meter-square wooden boxes, and covered their bodies with the scattered sea soul shirts inside, and at the same time But they also moved their eyes to the edge gap of the crate, and in their hands, they each held a pss micro-sounding pistol aimed at half of the crate.

Less than 2 minutes before and after, the chaotic footsteps from far to near finally stopped at a position not far from the end of this passage.

"Malikov, is that all there is?" one of the soldiers asked in a language that Wei Ran couldn't understand.

"And that's all"

A drunken voice returned Wei Ran's question in Chechen in Russian that Wei Ran could hear clearly, "There are only so many night vision devices, and those Americans only sent so many."

"Malikov, answer my question in our language." Another voice lowered his voice and said in Chechen, "You don't want to die!"

"what is the relationship"

The person who spoke first also switched to Russian, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and bring someone over to raise these things up!"

"Make your men clean hands and feet," said the drunken voice, "no stealing anything!"