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Chapter 249 Mortuary

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After Zhao Fugui paused for seven or eight seconds, he walked along the wall of the small building and swayed to the gate like a ghost.

The door is not locked.

Zhao Fugui squatted by the door and pushed the bottom of the door with a little force. The big iron door made an inaudible "creak" sound, and he pushed a gap open.

At this moment, the gunshots on both sides of the river stopped, and the surrounding area was terribly quiet. Although the sound from the big iron gate was very faint, it was still ear-piercing to Zhao Fugui himself.

Zhao Fugui squatted in the same place, held his breath and tilted his head to listen for abnormal noises around him.

After another ten seconds, a gunshot came from the other side of the river, breaking the suffocating silence.

Confronting the two sides, too quiet will make people feel different.

Zhao Fugui reacted extremely quickly, and at the moment the gunshot rang out, he pushed the iron gate through an accessible gap.

After entering the yard, Zhao Fugui squatted down beside the stone platform of a well and observed the yard carefully.

The stone platform was a bit wet and sticky, Zhao Fugui raised his hand,

smell,
Bloody smell.

The stone platform was black, and there were bloodstains all over it. Although it had solidified, Zhao Fugui's hands were still soaked in the mist.

Zhao Fugui didn't care about the blood on his hands. Those whose hands were stained with the enemy's blood on the battlefield were strong.

Only the blood of the weak will be stained on the opponent's hands.

He stretched out his hands, wiped his trouser legs a few times, and wiped away the blood on his hands.

The blood-stained hand held the gun unsteadily.

Looking around, there are white bandages everywhere in the yard, and the blood stains on the bandages that have changed colors are in the fog, which is shocking, in stark contrast to the white bandages.

On the pavement in the courtyard where the gate leads to the house, there is a black mark more than two meters wide, which makes the surrounding roads shine.

This is a black trace piled up by blood, and the blood has turned purple. At night, it looks like a dark path.

A bloody path formed by the blood dripping from the dead body, which is the source of fear in the dark night.

This is definitely the devil's morgue, no doubt!

Moreover, judging from so many bloodstains piled up on the surface, there must be many corpses piled up in this big room.

The corpses on the battlefield are shocking to look at. Zhao Fugui has seen most of the various ways of death and cannot express it in words.

Thinking of all kinds of corpses piled up in the house, Zhao Fugui's scalp felt a little numb. He no longer dared to go into the building alone to check. He was afraid that his legs would weaken and he would crawl out of the house come out.

"Cuckoo, croak!"

Zhao Fugui learned the toad cry, his voice trembling a little.

"Quack, quack, quack!"

Li Dazui responded immediately.

Then Li Dazui was in front, Winters was in the middle, and Yan Zhiduan was behind. The three of them came out of the darkness and quickly entered the courtyard. Yan Zhi closed the big iron gate with his backhand.Although his technique was not as precise as Zhao Fugui's, the sound from the big iron gate was extremely small.

Yan Zhi, Winters, and Li Dazui looked at the blood-stained white gauze everywhere in the yard, and they felt nothing but chills in their hearts.

The four of them inevitably walked on the bloody road made up of blood drops from the dead.

The closer to the room, the stronger the smell of blood became. A strong air-conditioning burst out from the gap of the closed door. It seemed that what was parked in this building was not a corpse, but a group of ghosts.

The white bandages in the yard were piled up like a mountain, soaked in dew, revealing a strong smell of blood.

This building is very large and has three floors. The lower floor is made of reinforced concrete. The second and third floors are obviously made of wood, but they are very strong, more textured, and show nobility.

This building is a classical European-style building, and it looks like it was at least 70 or [-] years old. Now, it has become a place where the corpses of German devils are parked.

The door of the building is wide, tall and heavy. Even in the dark night, you can see the elegant patterns on the door, revealing the nobility and grandeur of the owner. There are gaps in the tall windows on both sides of the door. There was a strong smell of blood, and it was dead cold, the cold of dead bodies plus the cold of the cold weather.

It's a bone-chilling cold.

Zhao Fugui walked in the front. He slowly walked up the steps and came to the door. Yan Zhi and the three held their rifles, put their fingers on the trigger, and followed behind Zhao Fugui in a fan shape.

Yan Zhi and Winters faced the gate, retreating, and followed behind Zhao Fugui, while Li Dazui stood behind Zhao Fugui, pointing his gun directly at the door of the upstairs room.

The three are defensive and offensive.

There was no lock on the door of the building, but it was tightly closed.

Zhao Fugui put his hands on a door. There was blood on the door, which was not completely dry.

Regardless of the blood stains, Zhao Fugui first felt the thickness of the door and whether it was fastened inside, and then applied light and slight force.

"Squeak!"

After a sound, a black gap flashed through the door.

suddenly,

From the windows on both sides, "swoosh, swish..." six or seven black shadows strung out, like sharp arrows, disappearing in the blink of an eye in the mist.

The four of them broke out in a cold sweat at the same time, and Li Dazui almost pulled the trigger.

"It's a cat!" Zhao Fugui's voice trembled a little, "Everyone, don't be afraid, it's a few dead cats. Don't be nervous."

After speaking, Zhao Fugui himself let out a long breath of air to ease his tension.

"I'm going to open the door, everyone hold your breath!"

Zhao Fugui whispered, and then continued to open the door.

"Squeaky?"

A cold bloody smell came directly from the room, rushing towards several people.

Zhao Fugui and the others dodged to another unopened door to avoid the deadly bloody smell coming out of the room.

There was no sound in the house.

Zhao Fugui took out an empty magazine and threw it into the house.

There was no sound of the clip falling to the ground, as if it had been thrown onto a pile of cotton-padded clothes, fell off, and smacked onto another pile of cotton-padded clothes, making two slight muffled sounds.

No one in the house!

To be precise, there was no living person in the house.

The house must be full of dead people.

Winters closed the door behind his back, turned on the flashlight...

The scene in front of them almost suffocated Yan Zhi, Zhao Fugui, Li Dazui who had experienced many battles.

Winters opened his mouth wide, his eyes filled with fear, unable to speak, he couldn't help leaning towards the three of Zhao Fugui, his hand holding the gun couldn't help shaking.

The house was full of dead German soldiers.

The corpses of the German soldiers were piled up like a slope, gradually piled up from the door to the top of the five-meter-high wall opposite, and one meter in front of Zhao Fugui and the others, corpses had already piled up.

Except for the place where Yan Zhi and the others were standing, and the stair passage leading to the upstairs on the right, there were no corpses piled up, the entire room at the bottom of this building was full of corpses.

(End of this chapter)