Descending from the rope ladder, the darkness below is like an eternal air that fills your body, and it seems that you can burrow into your body with your breath. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Gustin didn't turn on the bright light in his hand, and after opening his cross pupils, he couldn't see anything clearly in the darkness.

He was a little surprised at how closed it was, as if it were another endless dark world, and in it, he could feel the vast, empty feeling of this place from the air he inhaled from his lungs.

A dim miner's lamp lit up, and instead of becoming a flickering light in the darkness, the tiny light was eaten away by the life-like darkness without leaving Gustin's surroundings for a few steps. He was now halfway up a stone pillar that connected the ground and the sky of the world.

The sky is the same network of underground waterways as the old trees overhead, and the ground is, of course, the real ground known as the mine. It is a huge underground cavity that is semi-natural and semi-artificial, and the traces of mining and completely corroded tools can be seen to some extent.

Raiding the weapons workshop can also stumble upon a secret entrance hidden there, and the book of urban legends in Clitsch's possession didn't make any sense for them to venture down. But when they turned over another document with the name "Norida" in the workshop, what should have been a meaningless action became necessary to go in and take a look.

Is there an unknown connection to Noleda?

All four of them were more or less wounded, and Gustin was the lightest, so he filled his stomachs with the food left in the workshop, made simple supplies in the workshop, and then separated from Krichens, and went down the rope ladder alone.

The rope ladder was terrifyingly long, and he estimated that it was several hundred meters long. If it weren't for the fact that he was attached to the same huge stone pillar as the one beside him, Gustin really didn't know how those ordinary people would be able to ensure that they didn't come down the rope ladder like falling leaves.

Beneath the rope ladder was a clearing of two makeshift rough wooden houses, half embedded in the sunken rock, unguarded. There was an old gas lamp in it, something he had only seen in a museum in Manoma. The traces of human activity were left about four days ago, and the owner of the workshop didn't seem to come here very often.

It didn't take long for him to continue his search, and his cross pupils noticed many lights blurring behind him, and the number of people following him gradually increased. Finally, there was the constant sound of gunfire at the entrance, which continued for a long time without stopping.

After a long time had passed since the gunfire had subsided, he sneaked over, and the clearing under the rope ladder was as bright as day, a habitat for the few rays of light in the darkness. Two head-sized high-pressure mercury lamps were held high on the edge of the clearing, covered with trumpet-shaped bulletproof steel sheets, and five or six people were hastily erecting bulletproof walls with burlap bags of crushed rock, while more were expanding the two rudimentary plank houses and lowering many things from the entrance with rudimentary lifting devices.

Ammunition and firearms are the main supplies, as well as energy for food and light, all of which are slowly transported down hundreds of meters of rope one by one.

Heavy machine guns have also been erected on the left and right sides of the clearing, the golden bullet chain is shining with cold light, and the gunner's fingers have been pressed on the trigger, and the slightest movement can tear the approaching enemy to pieces with the fire that can fire seven or eight hundred rounds every minute. At the edge of the light, the sieve-beaten corpse of the challenger lay there in silence, as quietly as darkness here.

Then Gustin quietly left.

It would soon become a fortress of firepower, and with the two pistols and a hundred rounds of normal ammunition he carried, he would not be able to threaten them. There may still be a chance to raid now, but that doesn't make sense.

This is already the case below the rope ladder, and the fire at the entrance will only be stronger than here. Capturing this place does not guarantee that you will be able to go up, but it will involve you

It's okay if they don't act, and when they do, it seems that they have stabbed the most ferocious and violent hornet's nest, and now the hornets are red-eyed, venting their anger on others in the underground waterways.

Gustin could only observe the situation from a long distance now, and he knew that Krichens, they would definitely come here again and take him out.

The time is calculated according to the speed at which the wounds on Krichens' body heal, and the fastest time is three days later, and if you add the time of preparation and testing, the approximate exact time is exactly four days later. Gustin counted the time and began to allocate his daily food supply. He couldn't wait here all the time, there couldn't be only one entrance, and in the blank time of these few days, he had to go to other places to see, at least to find out the most basic situation of this area.

After resting, Gustin opened his cross pupils, and the figure was swallowed up by the darkness at once.

And Gustin's unconscious random actions this time are like a leaf that inadvertently falls on the calm lake in autumn. Although it is only a thin ripple, it cannot be denied that this ripple will definitely spread to every inch of the lake, breaking the mirror-like silence.

This was taken as a signal by many people, whether it was arms smugglers or students wiping their weapons and ready to move, their actions around the workshop began to gradually come alive in the dark and shadow of the city.

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The tin warehouse has become lively in recent days, with the number of mercenaries recruited in it reaching 100 people, and the open space is packed. In the days when their employers didn't let them carry guns to work, they huddled in their tents to drink and sleep, and no one knew how long it would take for a bullet to end. The life of a mercenary is a day by day.

Moore leaned against the edge of the cargo shelf, holding in his hand the maps of the underground sewers his men had collected over the past few days, as well as a thick stack of real city shots taken with a camera. Originally, they wanted to rent an aerial propeller plane in Gerun City, and the aerial photography machinery on it took far wider and clearer photos than the ones in his hand. But it's not just that it's too expensive, it's also that the appetite of officials here is much greater than that of the surrounding areas.

Moore, who had been dealing with officials from all walks of life, also touched his head for the first time, but those machines were controlled by the empire to death, and the officials would rather put them there to be eroded by red rust than reduce a little cost.

"A bunch of guys with rusty heads too. He sighed as he remembered the photographs and maps in his hands.

At this time, a student-like person next to him walked out of the dense cargo shelves behind him, looked at him and nodded, and then continued to walk hurriedly towards the container house at the bottom.

Moore looked thoughtfully at the student's hurried back.

And Leigh was already waiting there, his snow-white face was painted today, and his eyebrows were outlined like those of the steward Kasia a few days ago.

"Mr. Hill, is this still in your plans? The student walked in with a cold face and took out a few photos from his arms, some blurry and some clear. But there is no doubt that it was the weapons production workshop that was turned into a fire fortress in less than half a day. It was supposed to be the entry point they had already explored, but they didn't know who was the first to go.