mtlumby2d Chapter 755: All Skin
Chapter 755: All Skin
Wang Meng looked up and saw a barbed wire fence in front of him with a big lock on it.
It seems that the Japanese had been prepared, fearing that someone would enter the space above through this passage.
If it were in the past, Wang Meng would definitely raise his hand and shoot, smashing the lock into pieces, but now the space and time are not suitable.
He felt all over his body, but couldn't find even a piece of wire. Otherwise, he could have fully utilized his skill of sneaking into houses and picking locks.
"What's wrong, Chief of Staff?"
"There's a lock in front, is there any wire on you!"
The guard squad leader felt his body and actually felt a piece of wire.
This is what he found in the steamed buns in the cafeteria last night. In their soldiers’ cafeteria, you can find all kinds of things.
Rags, wire, spoons, and sometimes even bullet shells.
They are used to it.
Wang Meng took the wire and started fiddling with it in the keyhole. In less than ten seconds, he heard a crisp sound and the padlock popped open.
"go!"
Wang Meng and his companion climbed up as quickly as monkeys, and in a short while they disappeared at the end of the gasoline barrel pipe.
Wang Meng took a small mirror and looked around the exit. Seeing nothing on guard, he went out.
The walls on all four sides were made of reinforced concrete. One room was filled with fresh water, another was filled with food, and another was filled with weapons, equipment, gasoline, etc.
Wang Meng pointed at the stairs and the two of them tiptoed up. Using a mirror, they saw an ancient petrified tree trunk appear in the mirror, and of course, there were also a dozen Japanese devils.
Having achieved his goal, Wang Meng immediately jumped down the stairs, gestured to the guard squad leader, slid down the gasoline barrel passage, and opened and closed the lock in one go.
When he reached the second line of defense, Wang Meng quickly memorized the map on the wall in his mind, and then went into the toilet again.
When I was about to put on my gas mask and rubber sealing suit, I suddenly heard the voices of Japanese soldiers talking at the door of the toilet.
broken!
The two men looked at each other, made up their minds, and jumped into the terrible black hole holding gas masks and rubber sealing suits.
The stuffy, greasy feeling was something they would never forget.
They should thank the Japanese excrement, which reduced friction and allowed them to slide smoothly into the hole.
"Puff! Puff!"
The two men fell into a deep pit, splashing yellow water and emitting a foul smell.
Meng Fanle frowned and threw the rope down, then pulled them up. Looking at the two people who looked like they were fished out of a jar of sauce, everyone covered their noses at the same time.
This is still to give face to Wang Meng. If it were any other ordinary person, I'm afraid the people around would have run away long ago.
"Chief of Staff, why don't you just throw away your clothes? Even if you wash them, they will probably smell bad!"
Wang Meng's nervous system has become numb, his eyes have turned red from the smoke, and he can no longer smell anything.
"Take off!"
After saying this, he took off the Japanese dog skin on his body and threw it into a deep pit.
"Quick, get in the water!"
"Wait, restore the scene first, don't leave any traces!"
After Wang Meng finished speaking, he walked forward with his limbs extremely uncoordinated, causing the big yellow dog to drool as he followed behind him.
Meng Fanle ordered the soldiers holding water buckets to catch up quickly, and then he directed the soldiers to cover the ground with cement slabs, then covered it with turf, and finally removed the firing pins of the Japanese mines and buried them again in the original position.
After doing all this, Master Shihang asked the soldiers to sprinkle water on the grass.
"Master Shihang, is this a ritual or a Buddhist practice? Can this cover our tracks?"
Master Shihang rolled his eyes at him and said leisurely:
"This will only make the grass grow a little more lush, so that it won't turn yellow and be discovered by the Japanese."
Often, behind the most mysterious actions, there are extremely common scientific principles.
Meng Fanle wiped the sweat off his forehead and watched Master Shihang walking away with the yellow dog. He silently cleaned up all traces and disappeared into the forest.
At this time, Wang Meng and the reconnaissance squad leader found a pond, soaked themselves in the water, and rubbed their bodies until they were red.
Meng Fanle walked to the edge of the pond and watched a few small fish floating on the water with their bellies facing up.
"Smoked to death?"
"I don't know. At least I didn't have it when I came here."
"How long have you been rubbing it?"
"About half an hour?"
Meng Fanle watched the sky getting brighter, and whispered:
"When the Chief of Staff and the others get up later and ask if there's any smell, you better be smart and don't tell the truth!"
After Meng Fanle finished explaining, he squatted by the pond, looked at the unfortunate little fish, and whispered to Wang Meng:
"Chief of Staff, come up, it's almost time, if you don't get up now, the Japs will find you!"
Wang Meng swam over, put his head under Meng Fanle's nose, and asked:
"How is it? Does it stink?"
Meng Fanle immediately shook his head and said firmly:
"It has no taste, it really has no taste, if you don't believe me, ask them!"
Wang Meng looked at the soldiers on the shore nodding frantically, then climbed up the shore reluctantly, smelled his arms, and finally put on his military uniform.
“Really tasteless?”
"No, absolutely not!"
Only then did Wang Meng feel at ease and followed Meng Fanle to the Dahengshan guerrilla base.
"Master Shihang, Master Shihang, you are a monk, monks do not tell lies, can you smell it?"
Master Shihang had a blank expression on his face.
"Amitabha, no matter how fragrant or smelly it is, it is just a shell. Donor, I advise you to let go of your obsession and keep your original heart!"
Wang Meng sincerely admired Master Shihang in his heart, so he sent him away with just a few words, leaving him speechless.
"Master Shihang has profound Buddhist teachings. I admire him!"
Wang Meng was determined not to give up until he saw the Yellow River. He saw that the soldiers had wandering eyes, and they were either touching their noses or looking around. None of them seemed to be telling the truth.
His nose seems to be blocked now and he can't smell anything, otherwise he wouldn't ask for help.
Wang Meng looked down and saw that the big yellow dog was rubbing his legs. Looking more closely, he saw that the big yellow dog was drooling.
Wang Meng glanced at the big yellow dog with resentment. The stench was still not enough and it seemed no longer important.
"Let's go!"
Wang Meng's self-esteem made him walk at the end of the team, staying as far away from the crowd as possible.
Finally, at nine o'clock in the morning, the team passed several checkpoints and arrived at a dilapidated temple deep in Daheng Mountain.
"Chief of Staff, this is our guerrillas' temporary base. Our headquarters is here."
As soon as Wang Meng walked in, all the guerrilla fighters stood up and looked at him with admiration.
"What happened to them?"
"Chief of Staff, you may not know that the legend about you has spread among our Sichuan Army and the Tiger Regiment. It is said that you and Commander Li single-handedly charged into Songhe Tower, just like Guan Yu!"
Wang Meng's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he waved his hand.
"It's all the past, let's not talk about it!"