According to the distance shown on the map, he was now less than two kilometers away from Mine No. 52. In fact, maybe back then, this was already considered the scope of Mine No. 52.

Because, he had already seen the rusty barbed wire that had grown into the trunks of the pine trees beside the river!

Continuing along the river, a stone sentry tower suddenly appeared on the high ground on the left bank. Although it was some distance away, the sunlight reflected from the glass on the sentry tower made it extremely conspicuous.

Lifting the binoculars toward the watch tower, Wei Ran not only saw the searchlights and several old-fashioned loudspeakers on the top of the watch tower, but he could even vaguely see the machine guns mounted in the watch tower!

Fortunately, he didn't see any human shadow in the guard tower, and the dog lying behind him looked extremely leisurely and comfortable because of the heat radiated from the engine.

To be cautious, Wei Ran parked the car on the river next to the sentry tower, and then walked over with his dog cautiously.

After passing through two rusty barbed wire fences and climbing up more than ten meters on the snow-covered steps, Wei Yan finally stood at the door of the sentry tower.

Only when he got closer did he realize that this sentry tower was extremely solidly built. Although he didn't know the specific year of construction, after walking around, he couldn't find a single crack in the wall.

Cutting the iron wire holding the door open, Wei Ran pushed open the iron door with a concrete sandwich and carefully took a look inside.

There was nothing special anywhere as far as the eye could see. The tables, chairs, and wooden boxes against the walls were all rusted, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of solid ice mixed with all kinds of garbage.

There were even a few sharp icicles hanging on the top of his head. The mirror facing the door, although it was full of cracks, could still barely reflect Wei Ran's shadow.

Looking up, Wei Ran decisively took out the medical kit from the metal book and placed the American-style steel helmet he had obtained from the Pacific battlefield on his head.

After collecting the medical kit, Wei Ran looked at his mottled self in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. He was Chinese. This was once the land of the Soviet Union, but Japanese prisoners of war were once held here. Unfortunately, he was still wearing a

A steel helmet that had also been used against Japanese soldiers.

"I hope something happens to the ghost"

Wei Ran muttered nervously, but at the same time he took out the rarely used anti-Japanese sword from the metal book and held it in his hand. He had gathered all the elements he could think of.

I climbed up the concrete stairs carefully. When I arrived at the second floor, I could barely see the outline of two single beds by the window. The only one that was relatively well preserved was probably

Central cast iron stove.

Without taking a closer look at this level, Wei Ran continued to go up to the top of the sentry tower. At a glance, he saw a DP light machine gun standing by the window. The machine gun's bipod was still stuck in the metal ring surrounding the window.

On the seat.

But compared to this rusty and outdated weapon, what attracted Weiran's attention more was the bullet casings covered with green rust on the ground!

"So this gun has been used?" Wei Ran stood behind the machine gun as he spoke, picked up the slightly rusty butt of the gun and pressed it against his shoulder.

When his hand grasped the handle of the machine gun, the muzzle of the machine gun was also pointed at the river below the sentry tower.

Look at the surrounding glass windows. Although they are densely covered with cracks, there are no bullet holes at all. This proves that the people who were shot by the machine guns here had no ability to fight back.

"I'm afraid you don't like the hassle of transporting them back and forth, so you just bought a direct ticket for them, right?"

As Wei Ran muttered, he dusted off the stains on his shoulders, put away the anti-Japanese sword he used to adjust the atmosphere, put on his binoculars and looked in other directions.

Thanks to the terrain here, he could easily see the building ruins buried in the snow in the distance, and he could also vaguely see several dark caves at the foot of the mountain.

After carefully observing the surroundings, Wei Ran left the sentry tower with satisfaction, took the dog tied to the door handle on the first floor, and continued to move forward on the half-track motorcycle.

The rest of the journey is naturally not difficult, but the guard towers that appear from time to time, the rusty barbed wire that can be seen almost everywhere, and the fifty-meter-long concrete pier that is still intact hint at how lively this place was back then.

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Driving the half-track motorcycle away from the river, Weiran raised his eyebrows at the pier. Not to mention the distance, the pier alone was paved with railroad tracks.

Looking up into the distance, as far as the eye can see, there are more than a dozen buildings that are not very tall but are extremely beautiful in the open space facing the pier.

Perhaps because of the rocky geology here, the buildings here were not like the suspended first-floor styles he had seen in the polar regions before, but were no different from the warm south.

The symmetrical beauty, solemn and majestic style revealed by this building, as well as the smooth and stable construction quality that still stands after such a long time, instantly brought Weiran to the Stalin era.

Regardless of other factors, these Stalinist buildings, regardless of their beauty or quality, have to throw away the long-collapsed Khrushchev Building a few kilometers away by a distance as far as the Trans-Siberian Railway.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the other hand, in the core area of ​​these dozen buildings, the two reddish-brown statues that are at least four to five meters high hide something that makes Wei Ran unable to help himself.

Little thoughts for laughter.

The two statues depict Lenin and Stalin respectively, and regardless of the carving, height or even material, compared with the Khrushchev statue in the abandoned military base, they are the same distance away from the Siberian Railway.

The most important thing is that even when Khrushchev was in power for more than ten years, the statues of Stalin here have not been demolished, which is enough to explain a lot of things.

Driving a half-track motorcycle, he stopped at the foot of the two statues and paused briefly. Weiran continued forward and stopped at the edge of the building complex.

Further forward from here, there is a trench remaining on the ground that seems to be four to five meters deep and five to six meters wide. Above this trench, there are bridges every few tens of meters. The bridge head of each bridge is

There is also a two-story guard tower.

And on the edge of this endless sentry tower, there are still some cement pillars with barbed wire. On these pillars, there are triangular signs or even skulls hanging on them every now and then.

The content of this triangular logo is quite simple, a cross section of a trench, plus the silhouette of a bomb, and the silhouette of a little man whose leg was blown off.

I looked at several skulls hanging on the pillars, and without exception, they all had bullet holes the size of peanuts in the backs of their heads.

Standing at the head of the cement bridge across the trench, in the open space as far as the eye can see, there are also trenches that are more than ten meters apart, with no apparent purpose. Their width is slightly smaller, and their depth seems to be only

About two meters.

What is quite strange is that each of these trenches is only ten meters long at most, and then there is a second trench three or four meters away. And there seems to be an opening on the middle side of each trench...

"Fuck!"

Wei Ran's heart skipped a beat, and he later realized that these trenches seemed to be large shacks! Because he had just discovered a remaining chimney on the edge of a trench!

Looking back at the buildings behind him that were considered beautiful even today and the two two-story statues, and then looking at the collapsed shack with only a trench on the opposite side of the trench, Wei Ran couldn't help but swallow.

Saliva.

Judging from the trenches we see in front of us, it is estimated that one or two thousand people can easily live in them. According to the Soviets... no, no, no, according to Stalin and Beria's urine, it seems that three to five thousand people can be crammed in.

Not a big problem!

I just don’t know how many of them made it back alive...
Chapter completed!