Steel Soviet Union

There was a wooden door under the feet of the few people standing together, and the hollow echo of gentle knocking could confirm all this, just as Malashenko guessed.

"What's down here? What's in it?"

Facing Malashenko's quiet opening again, Igokov, who had been extremely calm and contented just now, seemed to be a completely different person.

The entire facial expression seemed to be lost in thought, as if his buttocks were on fire. Even the hastily given answer to Malashenko looked full of panic.

"It's a cellar, just a cellar. The cellar where we store food."

"Well, is a cellar just a cellar?"

This time, Malashenko's questions became more questioning, and even a bit ridiculing. Igokov, who knew that something was definitely wrong with his state at this moment, was still pretending to be calm.

"That's right, it's just a cellar. There are some dishes stored in it for the winter. There's nothing surprising about it."

"Well, that's it."

Malashenko showed an expression of "I see" and seemed to have nothing abnormal, but the words and actions that followed frightened Igokov out of his wits on the spot.

"Come here and open this cellar! Move quickly!"

What! ?

He stared blankly at Malashenko in front of him with an expression of shock and fear. The moment he heard these words, only one thought flashed through Igokov's heart and mind: I'm afraid he may not be finished this time. Got it!

"Go away! Stay there and don't block the road! Do you want to take a shot? Ah!?"

The soldiers of the Combat Engineer Battalion, who had received the order from the division commander, would not be polite to a group of bandits. After striding up, they were immediately hit by a rain of rifle butt blows, punches and kicks, which made most of the bandits still unclear. They howled one after another.

After clearing the crowd standing on the wooden board, several soldiers then threw their AKs behind their backs, put their hands on the ground and started groping. They felt that they were grabbing the edge of the wooden board and then heard a sound Drink loudly.

"I'm counting to three, two, one, let's work hard together!"

"Three, two, one, get up!!!"

"Drink!!!"

"ah!!!"

Crunch——

This is a very thick and heavy board. Malashenko probably took a look and realized that this thing is at least five centimeters thick, and it is solid! It is bound with iron sheets and reinforced with nails. It is definitely a heavy wooden board that has been carefully prepared and placed here. Can ordinary people's cellars use such a thing that can even prevent small-caliber bullets?

Needless to say, this so-called vegetable cellar must be unusual and hide some secrets.

"Comrade Commander, it's open! The entrance to the cave is huge and there is no light inside. Do you want to go down and have a look?"

All the loose soil covering the wooden cover had been thrown aside. Four soldiers who worked together to lift the cover of the vegetable cellar gathered around, waiting for the order from the comrade division commander.

Malashenko did not hesitate much, nor did he choose to let several soldiers go down to the vegetable cellar immediately. Instead, he walked to the edge of the vegetable cellar and squatted down.

"flashlight."

"Here, Comrade Commander, here it is for you."

Malashenko took the flashlight handed over by the soldier and pressed the button. He shined directly at the backlight of the vegetable cellar entrance and saw what was hidden behind the darkness at a glance: it was indeed a pile of mountains. Potato.

However, there must be something else in this huge vegetable cellar, and this pile of potatoes that looks like hills must not be all there is.

Squatting on the upper air vent of the cellar, you can feel the cool breeze blowing from the vegetable cellar. The air flow is very slow, but you can really feel the cool breeze blowing.

After confirming that there must be a vent underneath the vegetable cellar, Malashenko gave up his last worry. Since there was a vent, there was no need to worry about being suffocated to death by the poisonous gas produced by the rotten and fermented vegetables. It's time to go down and see for yourself what is hidden in this weird vegetable cellar.

"Get ready, we have to go down and take a look, follow me."

Before Malashenko could finish his words, Varosha, who had arrived beside the division commander at some point, suddenly took action, stopped Malashenko's unfinished order, and then took over the words. Quan Qingyan spoke up.

"Let me lead the team, comrade division commander. The situation below is unclear. You are the division commander. You cannot become the death captain and be the first to go down personally. What should I tell comrade political commissar about what went wrong?"

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The true meaning of what Varosha wanted to express could be read from the look in their eyes. Malashenko 1, who did not intend to insist on this matter, grinned and nodded in response to Varosha.

"I'll listen to you this time, but you can't go down first. If something happens to you, who will lead the infantry regiment?"

It is not difficult for Varosha and Malashenko to understand what each other wants to express. At this time, there is no need for anyone to continue fighting.

Finally, when Sanming, as the vanguard warrior, jumped down from the edge of the vegetable cellar, and after landing on his feet, there was a reply from the surrounding safety, Varosha, who was also squatting by the vegetable cellar waiting with an AK in hand, looked again Malashenko.

"It's my turn, comrade division commander, wait for my news!"

"Well, be careful! If something goes wrong, just open fire. Preserving yourself first is the most important thing!"

This time, Malashenko did not stop Varosha. Instead, after repeated reminders, he watched the agile Varosha jump straight down the edge of the vegetable cellar.

"A lot of vegetables, and some jars! There may be meat stored in them! The entrance to the cave is safe. Comrade Commander, you can come down now!"

The only person in the division who can control Malashenko is the political commissar, and now that the political commissar is not here, Varosha has never thought that he could order the division commander to stay and prevent him from coming down. Just thinking about it with a brain with a normal IQ will tell you that it is impossible.

Therefore, the best Varosha can do within his ability is to try his best to protect Malashenko's personal safety after he comes down. Varosha, who went down first, is holding the steel gun in his hand tightly and is ready for everything.

In his hand was an AK that he had temporarily commandeered from a soldier on the side, and in his waist were the last two full magazines that he picked up from the soldier. After making final preparations, Malashenko jumped down along the path that Varosha had just passed. When he fell from a height of more than three to four meters, he felt his feet shake for a moment.