Chapter 2577

"Give me the flashlight. Does anyone have one?"

As soon as Malashenko reached out his hand and before he finished speaking, a clever soldier on the side immediately took off what he was carrying with him from the armed belt around his waist and quickly handed it to the division commander.

The room was dim and dim, with only a small skylight and a small electric light to illuminate the room. Even if two plus one were put together, it was obviously not enough to illuminate the room. The truth hidden in that stinky shaft.

When Malashenko got the flashlight, he immediately raised his hand and pointed it at the pitch-black, completely unfathomable well in front of him. He pressed the button to turn on the light in order to illuminate the well.

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Malashenko lay on the edge of the well and looked down, holding the edge of the well with one hand and holding a flashlight with the other hand, his expression almost frozen. After more than ten seconds, he was stunned without saying a word or order. It was as if the whole person was completely petrified and turned into a stone statue beside the well.

He didn't know what was in the well, let alone what Malashenko saw that made him behave like this. Kulbalov on the side was silent but anxious.

Seeing that there was no response from the comrade, the teacher had no choice but to ask.

"Comrade Commander, what's wrong with you? What's in that well?"

"See for yourself.

Faced with the question raised by Kulbalov, Malashenko did not say anything more or hesitate. He just chose to hand the flashlight still shining in his hand to Kulbalov.

Looking at the comrade's comrade's speechless but extremely complicated expression that was difficult to read, and then looking down at the flashlight handed over by the comrade, Kulbalov, who couldn't think of any other choice, could only He took it and walked towards the stinky well.

He reached out to the well with a bright flashlight and looked forward. Kulbalov, who had a normal expression at first, thought he was dazzled, so he quickly blinked his eyes vigorously, shook his head, and then Continue to use the flashlight to look down the well again.

"This, yuck"

Even Kurbalov is a "hard-nosed man" that even Malashenko praised. He is the colonel commander of the 1st Heavy Combined Brigade, the most elite of the leadership division. He has already experienced hundreds of battles and is well-informed. .

But at this moment, the scene at the bottom of the well in front of him still made Kurbalov, who had not even had time to digest lunch, feel his stomach churn, coupled with this pungent and unpleasant smell that could make his head dizzy. Wow, I'm glad I didn't spit it out on the spot.

In other words, it is precisely because Kulbalov has experienced hundreds of battles and is well-informed, and is the "iron man" praised by Malashenko, that he can hold back his stomach in such a scene. I couldn't help but vomit all over the place on the spot.

The scene underground illuminated by the flashlight was so horrifying that even Kulbalov, who saw corpses on the battlefield every day, felt extremely uncomfortable.

A pile of human corpses with unclear gender shapes were sunk to the bottom of the well. Of course, not all of them sank, at least some of them were exposed to the water.

The half-head, arm, palm, or half-leg that emerged from the water all had strange shapes and different postures. Coupled with the dark scene, the pungent smell of corruption, and the black water of hell, The surface of the liquid would make any tough guy feel extremely uncomfortable just looking at it.

Although everyone present is atheist in the true sense, they firmly believe that the destiny of tomorrow can only be created by your own hands rather than determined by God. But if you have to find the most appropriate way to describe the scene at the bottom of the well in front of you, then apart from "the scene of hell", there seems to be no other more accurate and appropriate way to describe it.

"There are all people here, all dead!"

Kulbalov's shock was not limited to his words, but was also written all over his almost distorted face.

Malashenko on the side had already noticed that there was a rope hanging down beside the well. One end of the rope was on the ground beside the well, and the other end went straight to the bottom of the well and was submerged in water.

Although what he does next may exceed his endurance limit, Malashenko can fully expect it.

But he had to do this if he wanted to fully understand the truth, so even in the face of the predictable nausea and even pain, Malashenko still decided to let the dark truth at the bottom of the well come to light.

"Pull the rope up, gently, don't use too much force."

"Also, if you feel uncomfortable, put on a gas mask. It's not a shame."

Not everyone has the ability to endure "big winds and waves" like Malashenko.

After all, even among the millions of Red Army soldiers, there are only a few who have experienced the bloody bloody battle of Stalingrad.

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They were somewhat caught off guard by Comrade Division Commander's "sudden" order. Although several soldiers who were still holding back were hesitant, they finally obeyed Comrade Division Commander's permission and chose to do it. They took it out of the small satchel they carried He took out the necessary gas mask and unfolded it and put it on his head.

There were also people who did not choose to wear gas masks. Most of them were veterans who looked a little older.

Just like Malashenko, who has no intention of wearing a gas mask, the limit of his ability to bear this kind of thing depends on his own experience and knowledge.

Veterans who have experienced all kinds of life and death and mountains of blood and blood may be able to bear it, but younger and less experienced soldiers find it unbearable. To be honest, there is actually no shame in it. It would be a shame to hold it in even though you knew you couldn't handle it. It would be a joke if you were actually fainted by the smoke.

"Go open the door and let some air in"

The rope connected to a heavy object at the bottom of the well was already being pulled up. Malashenko, who was squatting not far from the well and watching helplessly, did not forget to give an additional order for the door to be opened for ventilation.

Squeak——

The moment the sound of the door opening came, and before the sound was still echoing in the ears, two veterans who were not wearing gas masks had already completely pulled up the rope connecting the thing at the bottom of the well at the same time. .

Of course, what is pulled up must not only be the other end of the rope, but also what is tied to the rope.

A severely rotten, swollen and rotten corpse, exuding a strong stench all over the body and deformed by soaking in water, was completely a highly decomposed corpse of a "giant view", and it was just one of the "scenery from the bottom of the well".

"It looks like it's been at least three days or more, or even four or more. It can't be like this in a day or two."

There was no unbearable or shocking expression on Malashenko's face. The expression he had when he first saw the scene underground had completely faded away, and now only a bitter and cold smile remained on his face.

"This is the "meeting gift" those nazis left us. Their goal has been achieved."