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Chapter 137 The Devil's Basement
Yan Zhi walked to the small wooden window on the right side of the basement, stretched out his hand and pushed it into the wall, and another small wooden window appeared inside. Yan Zhi continued to push open, and a trace of putrid smell floated out. On the third floor, there was a glass window. The windows, inside and outside the glass windows, have a layer of strong barbed wire.

A deadly smell wafted from inside.

Yan Zhi turned on the flashlight. This is a basement of about [-] square meters, which is densely packed with corpses.

At this moment, Yan Zhi could clearly see these foreign bodies that made goosebumps almost explode.

Corpse worm is a kind of insect that Yan Zhi has never seen before, and it is slightly bigger than an adult's fist. It has a pair of sharp pliers like a praying mantis, and its limbs are very developed. It is very good at running. The semi-squirming tentacles like molluscs drooped, and it was hard to tell whether the eyes were open or closed. The body was covered with yellow-brown corpse markings, which made people vomit, and the hairs exploded.

Just now, the two little devils said that the corpse at this time is in a dormant state. They released it before dark yesterday and came back soon, with a flat stomach and no food.

Yesterday afternoon, the corpse of the first devil that the team encountered was cleaned up by these corpses.

The ground where the corpses lay was slightly raised, and there were small holes leading to the outside on the three walls. When the holes were opened, these corpses could come in and out of the sand at will.

At this time, the corpses were all lying on the cold and damp sand, as if they had entered a state of hibernation.

Now the only way to completely kill these corpses is to use grenades or mines.

After the grenade and landmine exploded, a powerful shock wave was generated, which could shock all corpses to death.

But now a grenade is used to explode in the basement, and the huge shock wave will startle the little devils in another bunker a few kilometers away.

So Yan Zhi could only give up this idea for the time being. He had to conquer the bunker five kilometers south from here before he could blow up the corpses in the basement.

Now is not the best time to kill all corpses.

Yan Zhi closed the three-story wooden door, and the rancid smell disappeared.

The rapid advance of the two kilometers just now consumed a lot of energy for everyone in the team. It was already noon, the sun was scorching outside, and the temperature reached a fixed point. Everyone just took advantage of this cool basement to rest for a while, replenish water and food, and recover. physical strength.

Sharpening knives does not miss woodcutters.

Standing in the sun outside the bunker were two little devils, shirtless and standing in the sun.

Zhao Fugui was standing in the shadow cast by the bunker, waving a cattail fan, and was forcing the two little devils standing in the sun to urinate.

The little devil didn't know why this sullen Chinese man made him pee?

To sprinkle it well, or not to sprinkle it well?
"Hey! Are you f***ing spamming or not?"

Zhao Fugui pulled out the speed controller, stood in the shade, pointed his gun at the two little devils whose arms were bleeding profusely and cursed.

One of the little devils couldn't urinate, so he dropped a few drops on the sand, and Zhao Fugui kicked him on the sand: "Damn it, you just stood on it and pissed, what the hell is going on now?" Keep peeing!"

Zhao Fugui was sure, the one who couldn't urinate was the little devil who was standing on the bunker and almost urinated on him just now.

"I'm talking about Zhao Fugui. You said that in such a hot day, how can you compete with the little devil's pissing? How easy it is to get stabbed with a bayonet."

Yan Zhi stood on the bunker, holding binoculars and looking towards the distance, slowly and carefully, as if he was looking for something.

"Sir!"

Zhao Fugui was so angry that he didn't want to fight with the devil.

"Say!"

Yan Zhi's telescope didn't move, as if he was admiring the magnificent beauty of Shamian.

"Sir! Or, let's throw these two bastards into the corpse nest. These two bastards have done all kinds of bad things and are devoid of conscience. We have to let them have a taste of being cleaned by corpses." The taste of falling."

Yan Zhi still looked into the distance quietly, heard the words, looked at the two little devils whose viciousness had disappeared on the sand surface and could only wait for death, and said: "You can kill these two little devils as you like, but put them on the ground. If we don't do this kind of thing like throwing them in the corpse nest, our brothers will lose their lives. Although the little devils have committed many crimes and died a hundred times, it will be cheaper for them, but throwing them in the corpse nest is too poisonous. It hurts God, it can’t be done. You kill them directly and give them a good time. Then you go to drink some water, eat something, and replenish your strength, and there will inevitably be a few fierce battles."

Saying that, Yan Zhi continued to hold the binoculars and continued to look at the way he came from.

Suddenly the phone rang from the basement, and Ma Ben called, "Sir, you have a phone call."

Yan Zhi ran to the phone in a few seconds and picked it up.

The other end of the phone said: "Mr. Zhengxiong!"

Yan Zhi pretended to be chewing his rice, and said in a vague tone, "Hi. Mr. Zhengxiong is on duty. I am Da Zang Yongchang."

After Yan Zhi said "cough cough" twice, he continued to pretend to be eating.

A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Oh! So it's Mr. Yongchang."

Yan Zhi: "Hi!"

The other end of the phone continued: "Today, the headquarters will execute some Chinese people. They will arrive at Kinoshita Nobukun's No. 2 bunker in an hour and a half. Please pay attention to your No. 3 post, and don't let the Chinese people escape. Also, pay attention to the records Check out the time when the Chinese arrive at Post No. 3."

Yan Zhi: "Hi!"

The phone was hung up there.

The moment the phone was hung up, Yan Zhi took five steps and ran up to the top of the bunker, shouting as he ran, "Wait, Zhao Fugui, wait, wait..."

Yan Zhi lay on the wall of the bunker and looked down, only to see that Zhao Fugui was pulling the bayonet out of the neck of the little devil named Zhengxiong.

Zhengxiong looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of red, his mouth was spitting out blood, and he made the sound of spitting blood "gurgling" and bubbling. The sand seemed to want to grab something before dying, but he couldn't even hold the sand in his hand.

The sand in Zhengxiong's hands is getting less and less, just like his life.

Another devil named Yongchang was already twitching on the other side. Although they knew that they would die, their eyes still revealed their incomparable nostalgia for this world before they died.

Yan Zhi was very annoyed: "Zhao Fugui, you bastard just now did not kill anyone for so long, and I just went in and answered a phone call, and you killed two little devils."

"Sir, didn't you tell me to stab them quickly, and give them a good time!" Zhao Fugui turned around with an awkward look, as if he was hiding something in his hand, with his back behind his back, looking up at Yan Zhi, and then Looking back at the two little devils, "They're all dead."

Yan Zhi saw Zhao Fugui take out a hand from his pocket when he stood up, and knew that the old fried dough stick got something good from the devil's body again.

Yan Zhi paused: "Oops. I forgot to ask these two little devils how often the devil's laboratory puts people here. Just now the devil's laboratory called and said that in another hour and a half, there will be a batch of People arrived at the bunker in front of them, and received a big cleaning of the corpses."

(End of this chapter)