The iron gate was not locked. I think it was the Kwantung troops who retreated in a hurry and gave up their responsibilities.

Everyone walked into the iron gate.

There is a long passage behind the door. Unlike outside, there are some push carts and shovels for digging soil, and a long rail lane is laid on the ground.

There is thick gray everywhere, which is endless. It is obvious that no one has been active here for many years.

No one was familiar with the environment here, so they followed the rail lane and walked forward carefully.

After turning two more turns and walking down a staircase, Yingzi suddenly spoke: "There is a map on this wall!"

After hearing this, Hu Bayi and others stopped quickly and looked at the wall.

Sure enough, on the wall on this side, a fortress plan map was hung. The pattern information on it was detailed, and some main channels were marked, such as traffic trenches, shower rooms, military rooms, lounges, power stations and other auxiliary facilities, which provided convenience for several people to find supplies.

After a closer look, I found that the fortress was divided into three layers. Its structure is very complex and its entire scale is huge. It occupies a small half of the mountain belly and has strict controls. It can be seen how much the Kwantung Army attached to this military base back then.

Building such a large-scale underground facility will inevitably require a lot of manpower. I don’t know how much Chinese workers have been paid for their blood and sweat. It is very likely that in order to maintain military secrets, all the workers who built the fortress will be executed after completion.

Everyone looked at the map on the wall.

"Old Hu, this is an ammunition depot. Let's go and have a look. I haven't played with guns for many years!" The fat man suddenly pointed to an icon and said in surprise.

When a few people saw that the place he pointed to was written on it with the three words "ammunition depot".

It is exactly where guns and ammunition are stored in this fortress.

"Okay, let's go and see later!" Hu Ba nodded, "The most valuable things in this Japanese fortress are usually military supplies and guns in the warehouse. I hope there is still a little left in these Japanese! "

Wang Chao was also very interested. Although he was a retired soldier in this world, he had never been exposed to real firearms.

This made him feel a little regretful. After all, men don’t like the excitement of rushing around with AK47!

Although this Japanese weapon reserve is very old-fashioned in Wang Chao's 21st century, there are also powerful existences.

"But let's first check if the generator can be used. Let's talk about it after powering on it, otherwise the underground will be dark and it will be insane."

Hu Bayi took the map from the wall. He had worked as an engineer before and had participated in the construction of military facilities in Kunlun Mountain. He had similar experience. At this time, with the map in hand, he would not have to worry about not being able to find a way.

Soon, after walking a few bends, we arrived at the power plant.

The equipment here is complete, and even the engine oil is well preserved, and there are several large buckets. When everyone got some engine oil into the chassis, it was easy to operate this old hand-crank generator. The fat man had seen it before, so he came forward happily, picked up the bolt and shook it hard.

After a while, the entire generator started working, and then Hu Bayi pushed the switch up, and it went smoothly. All the emergency lights in the entire underground fortress were lit up. Although the lights were a little dim, they were enough to see the things around them.

"The light has come to the world!" The fat man smiled happily at the fruits of his hard work.

"Let's go, let's go to the ammunition depot and see what good things the Japanese have left for us!"

Wang Chao greeted him and didn't want to stay here for too long. He remembered that there were two little ghosts in the fortress. Although it seemed that there was no danger, it sounded a little scary.

After all, ghosts have never been seen before.

"Walk!"

A few people were together, Hu Bayi looked at the map, and the ammunition depot was not far from the front of the power plant.

After walking through several passages, suddenly the field of vision in front of me widened and I came straight to a huge warehouse.

"It's really big..." Yingzi looked here in surprise

This ammunition warehouse is really not small, with all kinds of supplies piled up, and there were cannons and piles of standard-sized wooden boxes, each with different Japanese characters posted on it.

"Oh my God, how big a Japanese man is, I have built such a large ammunition depot here. If this is spread, it will be impossible to break the god!" The fat man also exclaimed.

Indeed, this ammunition warehouse is probably the most important place in this underground fortress.

If the Japanese hadn't evacuated too hastily, this place would have been emptied long ago

"Good guy, Type 92 infantry cannon!" Hu Bayi walked forward and saw several door cannons with two wheels on the ground.

"Look at this, the Type 92 7.7 caliber heavy machine gun, this is a killing weapon on the battlefield!" Hu Bayi knew it as much as possible, "The Japanese devils didn't have a good intention, and they didn't expect that there were so many hidden here!"

When the fat man saw the machine gun, he reached out and picked it up, and his mouth clattered: "If I had this thing just now, I would have beaten him up that red-haired monster!"

Wang Chao smiled and said, "Fatty, stop playing. Look for something to smash the locks of these boxes to see if there is anything good."

"Okay!" The fat man was very happy. When he thought of something good, he immediately became excited. He found a shovel next to him and saw that there was a lock on the box, he cut it down.

There was a crackling sound.

More than a dozen boxes around were pried.

Wang Chao opened one.

There are pairs of gas masks placed inside in a flat manner.

This kind of pig-head-like armor is also a field-style gas mask. It is exquisitely crafted and has very good quality. Now it can't be bought on the market. Generally, it is only in the fresh market. If you occasionally see one or two pieces, they can be sold at a high price.

It is much better than the gas masks that Wang Chao himself bought in the fresh market before.

"This is a good thing!" The fat man exclaimed, ran over and quickly took a few and stuffed them into his bag.

Wang Chao was not slow either, so he picked two, folded them neatly and put them in his backpack.

There are already many good things in this bag, including Yuan Datou who was exchanged for Dajinya, a mask taken off the face of the ancient corpse, and some things I bought in the freakish market, all of which were carried on my back.

Then, several people were very interested and opened the boxes one by one, with lunch boxes, gas masks, Japanese big-headed shoes, military coats, blankets and other daily necessities. Due to the unique structure of the fortress, the air here is relatively dry, and these materials are preserved quite well.

They are all high-quality military items and are rarely seen at ordinary times.

"Why didn't you see a gun?" The fat man muttered, and then he smashed open some boxes not far away.

Finally, the firearm was discovered.

"Old Hu, Brother Wang, haha, look, the 38th Great Gaier!"

There are many wooden boxes containing guns on the iron rack on this side, all of which are Azaka-style rifles, commonly known as the "Three Eight Large Cover" or "Three Eight Type".

All the wooden boxes were full of rifles such as 38 large covers and exclusive caliber bullets, all of which were unopened new guns, and the mechanical parts were covered with oil.

Most Japanese soldiers equipped this, which is cheap, simple in manufacturing process, and powerful.

As soon as the fat man found this democratic gun, he saw that the hunter was happy. He grabbed one of them, pulled the bolt and held it in his hand, and kept playing with it.

At this time, Yingzi opened a long wooden box.

"Look, what kind of gun is this? Why does it look like this?"

A few people came over to take a look.

Even Fatty, an expert who has been using guns since childhood, doesn't know him.

I pried open the boxes on the shelf one by one, but I didn't expect that the boxes in these boxes were submachine guns, and the others were full of bullets.

The shape of this gun is also quite strange. It looks like the British Stein submachine gun, but the magazine is inserted horizontally on the left side of the gun body, and there is a wooden buttstock behind it.

"Brother Hu, is this a bad guy?" Yingzi asked.

Hu Bayi thought for a while and said, "This should be a Japanese-made 100-type submachine gun. Because the production capacity is very small, it is rare. This was finally equipped in the late war to deal with the Soviet army. This gun is much better than the 38th large cover. The Japanese broken gun only has five rounds of ammunition capacity, and the non-automatic bolt revolving type is too slow to launch, and the recoil is particularly high. Even if it fails, it will only get stuck and will not go fire. It is particularly suitable for melee combat!"

The fat man and Wang Chao both nodded and suddenly realized.

I clearly realized something.

Then this is a good thing, or a limited edition!

The fat man touched the shot and aimed it around, but this submachine gun had no skills and could be used by loading the bullet.

Wang Chao also picked up a handful of yellow bullets in the box, filled them in and thought about them.

Immediately afterwards.

The big guy found dozens of boxes of grenades and some other rifles in this warehouse again.

Everyone picked some of the supplies that were worth some money and stuffed them into their bags. Wang Chao also picked two 100-type submachine guns, including dozens of boxes of bullets and ten grenades. They were all carefully placed in the bags and stuffed them all.

These things may be helpful in future time travel, but Wang Chao felt a little regretful. It was a pity that he could not take them away when he looked at a cannon on the ground!

It would be great if there was a storage ring.

But it's just a thought. It's a bit problematic to bring these two guns and grenades back to the real world.

There are many supplies in the warehouse, and other things are not very valuable to him, but they can sell them for a lot of money to a fat man.
Chapter completed!