What is that? It is a group of rhythmic flashing light signals, which can be clearly seen. The light source is hidden in the middle of the pile of rocks. The light source does not reflect diffusely around it, but has a very clear direction like a searchlight of a lighthouse.

Molière could see what it was at a glance. "Shh... don't talk, that should be the intelligence officer using the bright rhythm of the lights to convey information! This is a means of borrowing the means of warships passing orders on the sea of ​​night. It is very smart and pleasing!"

"Good! This is hidden too hidden. Isn't this close to the ground? Don't move, don't make a sound, look carefully..."

As expected, the lights flashed very rhythmically. This must be the Chinese intelligence officer who was transmitting information. Three minutes after the light signal was extinguished, a grenade suddenly threw out from the Chinese position, and it was all concentrated in one area.

Boom boom boom... The explosion of fire rose into the sky, and with the light Molière clearly saw that in the area being bombed, there was a group of Russian soldiers lurking like them, crawling and approaching.

On the left and right wings of this group of soldiers, there were Russian troops charging against the landing team's bullets. It turned out that the two positions were feint attacks, and the main force of this assault was here.

"It's bad, they are exposed!" Molière exclaimed, but it was useless. The Marines' counterattack had begun. The four of them quickly climbed into the corner of the battlefield, hiding carefully, and watching the Chinese smash the counterattack.

"I understand, I finally understand! No wonder we had such great casualties when we attacked the four fortresses before! It turns out that there are ghosts on the battlefield!"

"Where is the enemy hiding? The light signal was so hidden just now, so close to the ground... Could it be that there are ghosts underground?" Once this thought appeared, Molière's heart was as restless as if it had grown grass.

He approached the battlefield again at the risk of exposure, but after lurking for ten minutes, he found the strange light signal again, right among the pile of rocks.

"There must be a trick. The pile of stones is very tricky. If the huge rocks are as tall as one person, I'm afraid that explosives cannot be destroyed. If the Chinese people build a bunker below here, then it will be difficult for us to find clues..."

"Let's have a bet?" Molière asked back.

It’s already this time, can anyone else have any choice? The arrow is drawn without turning back, let’s work hard together!

The battlefield situation became increasingly severe. During the period when Xiao Letian did not climb to the main island and Luo Huo did not go up to suppress the formation in person, the morale of the Marine Corps was once suppressed by the Tsarist Russian army, and a large number of artillery positions were

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Destroyed, countless ammunition depots were ignited, and moth-fighting fire-like suicide squadrons pierced the positions again and again.

In such a chaotic battle, Molière indeed found countless opportunities and successfully climbed over the pile of rocks. This was a very patient person. He was born a genius in intelligence work. On the battlefield where wars were raging, he was still focused and the sound in his ears disappeared.

Everything in the entire rocky area became a three-dimensional picture in his heart. He had to touch the grass, shrubs, large and small stones, including the wet moss within reach.

Hard work pays off. Finally, he found a black light in a corner pressed by several huge rocks near the light signal just over five meters.

A bombardment exploded in the battlefield. Just as the fire surged into the sky, a trace of metallic luster appeared in the corners of the huge rocks.

"It's here! The entrance is here, it's crushed by stones... It turns out that they had never thought of going out before when they hid it inside! What a group of intelligence geniuses with determination! What's underneath?"

"Sir! How should we get in? This kind of door must be locked from the inside, and it is impossible to open it!"

"Don't worry, I have a way! Collect all the grenades on your bodies and use them, remove the fuse and connect them into one... After a while, these Chinese people will have to fire guns and throw grenades. Let's light the explosives while the chaos is in the chaos. I believe that 90% of them may not be exposed!"

The four of them touched for a long time and tied the last four grenades together. When the fuse was not long enough, they dismantled the bullets and poured black gunpowder into a line on the rocks. They could ignite them when the artillery battle began.

Boom boom boom... The sound of artillery still rumbling on the battlefield, and the Chinese army focused all on the counterattack Russian army. No one knew that there were four lurkers hidden here.

The opportunity finally came. When the Chinese counterattack fire exploded dozens of meters above the rocks, Molière lit the black gunpowder on the ground, and hid behind the big tree with his head in his arms.

The tongue of fire wandered on the ground, and in a short while it penetrated into the cracks of the stone. There was only a muffled sound of thunder, and the earth shook and dust spread out, and the gravel slag fell on Molière and others.

No one dared to check the results of the battle because they didn't know if it was exposed, but looking at the crazy sound of shelling around, Moliè felt that he should be lucky.

As expected, the four of them crawled over to the hole in excitement, but at first glance they could see the deformed iron gate that had been blown up, and the narrow angle just now that they could allow one person to pass through.

"Prepare the wet grass balls, ignite them and throw them in, choke them to death..." The grass balls that had been prepared were mixed with hay and wet grass in proportion. After ignition, they quickly emitted choking smoke. These unethical things threw three directly into the hole.

The thick smoke emitted by the three grass balls as big as a ball was enough to choke the whole room, and even if they couldn't choke, they could faint.

A faint coughing sound passed, and Molière was the first to crawl in. When he saw everything inside, he was so scared that his handkerchief soaked in urine fell to the ground.

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

The basement is very small, only a dozen square meters, with only two intelligence officers who are unaware of life and death. One leans against the door and blood flows out of his mouth, while the other is lying on a table and holding something in his hand.

What Moriei could not imagine on the table was that there was actually a telegraph here! It was actually a complete telegraph!

"Come in quickly! Block the hole and make a disguise!"

Taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, Molière and his men climbed into the underground cement fortifications and blocked the gap that had just exploded with stones.

Molière protected the telegraph like a baby, and the remaining three began to clean the spoils in the basement. After they opened the palms of the dead, a notebook the size of a matchbox was exposed.
Chapter completed!