Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

When the soldiers around him saw the commander drop his precious helmet, they grimaced and were extremely distressed.

This steel helmet is not just a hat, it can even protect against bullets from a Type 38 rifle, as long as it is not a vertical hit. I guess this thing is not cheap!

I didn't expect that the team leader would not learn from the good things, but instead imitate Zhang Dabiao, that bastard who threw his hat!

The captain didn't have time to think so much, throwing his helmet could boost his morale!

Look at the soldiers, their clothes are soaked with sweat and their faces are covered with mud, but they don’t complain and they work harder and harder!

But reality played a big joke on this group of people. Three thousand people dug for almost an hour, but still could not find any trace of the ventilation hole.

However, just when everyone thought they were about to fall into despair, an unexpected person, Commander Zhang of the former Yellow Shoe Army, once again played a key role.

With his knowledge of the land and keen insight, he quickly pointed out a new direction for excavation.

"Over there, I remember when we attacked before, um, we were forced by the Japanese." said Commander Zhang.

When the word "attack" was mentioned, he felt it was inappropriate and hurried to explain it.

"Commander Zhang, you don't need to explain. We all understand. Now you are one of us, not our enemy. Tell me, what's the best solution?"

Commander Zhang continued, "There were several families there before, but they were destroyed by the bomb. There might be ventilation holes hidden there!"

The soldiers were cheered up when they heard this and turned their attention to the direction Commander Zhang pointed.

Under his guidance, excavation work was accelerated again.

Soon after, a faint but clear sound of wind came from underground, and then a beam of light penetrated the thick soil and illuminated everyone's faces.

"Found it! The vent!" Along with the cheers of the soldiers, a new life channel was successfully opened up.

However, in the dim and stuffy underground fortification, even if a ventilation hole was found, the weak air circulation was like scratching an itch, and it was difficult to fundamentally improve the depressing environment here.

The density of people in the underground fortifications was beyond imagination. Every breath was accompanied by the gasps of the comrades around, and the air was filled with an indescribable tension and stuffiness.

At this moment, Commander Zhang's words were like a shooting star across the night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope.

"We have a blower. The Japanese wanted to use it to create smoke to deal with Political Commissar Zhao and his men, but they dropped it when they escaped."

Upon hearing this, Captain Chen was stunned at first, then his brows furrowed, with a look of both blame and relief in his eyes.

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier?" He complained half-jokingly and half-seriously, but his tone was more of an eager anticipation for the environment to improve.

He knew very well that in this confined space, a blower meant the comfort and safety of so many lives.

Commander Zhang looked embarrassed and explained, "I really didn't know that a blower was needed here before!"

Upon hearing this, Commander Chen recalled his previous efforts at finding the secret code and the ventilation hole, and suddenly realized that Commander Zhang was indeed not around at the time.

At that time, Commander Zhang was not considered one of our own. Such an important matter as the code would not be known to an outsider like him.

Since he was not present, he naturally could not foresee the predicament here, nor could he inform the existence of the blower in advance.

Thinking of this, Captain Chen didn't mention it anymore.

He immediately ordered several soldiers to follow Commander Zhang to get the blower, and at the same time organized manpower to prepare to install and debug the equipment.

Soon after, as the roar of machines gradually sounded outside the ventilation holes of the underground fortifications, streams of fresh air began to flow into this enclosed space, and the soldiers' faces finally showed long-lost smiles and relaxation.

At dawn, the golden sunlight penetrated the mist and gently sprinkled on the land that had been baptized by war.

Although the air in the underground fortifications was slightly humid, it was filled with an unprecedented freshness and vitality.

The soldiers, these heroes who once silently persevered in the darkness, seemed to be reborn at this moment. They greedily sucked in every hard-earned breath of fresh air, their chests rising and falling with every deep breath, their eyes flashing with a light of infinite cherishment for life.

Their faces, illuminated by the lights, were filled with satisfied and determined smiles, which were a declaration of victory for their desire to survive and a fearless response to the challenges that were about to come.

Zhao Gang stood among the crowd with a far-reaching gaze.

He knew very well that although the crisis was over, the real test had just begun.

After a short rest and recovery, he suggested in a low but powerful voice: "Brothers, let's eat first and replenish our energy.

Next, the brothers outside must clear the dirt and rocks at the entrance and exit that were blown up by the bomb, so that we can open the door."

The entrances and exits of the underground fortifications were buried by earth and rocks blown up by heavy bombs.

Under the heavy pressure of sand and stones, the door could not be opened even if the electric motor was started.

You can only try it after clearing the soil and rocks outside.

As the first wisp of smoke rose, a simple breakfast was quickly eaten in a tense atmosphere.

After the meal, the soldiers gathered again. They picked up shovels, crowbars, and even their bare hands and began a cleanup operation.

Based on his estimation, Zhao Gang pointed out a rough direction.

Without the assistance of modern machinery, the soldiers of the Fourth Brigade could only rely on their hands, digging with one shovel at a time. Sweat soaked their clothes and mud covered their cheeks, but there was an unyielding light in their eyes.

More than three thousand hearts are closely connected, working towards one goal - to find that door.

Obviously it is much easier to find a big door than a small vent.

Time passed by, and the sweat and hard work finally paid off. The soldiers cheered one after another, they found it! The door carrying hope and freedom lay quietly in the dust, waiting to be awakened again.

The devastating bombing not only trapped our troops in the underground fortifications, but also completely buried the door leading to the underground. From this perspective, the Omanriks indirectly helped us.

Otherwise, the enemy might have already discovered the secrets here.

But even if they found this door, there was not much they could do with this heavy alloy door for the time being, and it would be hard to say what would happen over time.

As the cleaning work progressed rapidly, the original appearance of the area around the gate gradually emerged.

The soldiers outside conveyed the good news to Political Commissar Zhao Gang in the underground fortifications through the narrow ventilation holes, with excitement and anticipation that were difficult to conceal in their voices.

When Zhao Gang heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart.

When the oxygen concentration reached the safety standard, Zhao Gang decisively gave the order to start the generator.

The roar of the generator seemed to indicate that new power was gathering.

As the power switch was gently closed by a wooden stick, a slightly awkward creaking sound was heard, and then the door that seemed to be asleep slowly opened.

The gap gradually widened until the door was completely open. At that moment, sunlight and fresh air poured into the underground fortifications like a tide, illuminating every corner and the faces of the soldiers.

They looked at each other, tears and smiles flashing in their eyes, which showed their desire for victory and gratitude for each other's persistence.

Except for the necessary operators, the rest of the soldiers rushed out and joined their comrades from the 4th Brigade, and together they gave the most sincere and warmest cheers on this free land.

This moment belongs to them, to this land, and to those who have been fighting tirelessly for peace and freedom.