138: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Finally Out 138: Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Finally Out When Gao Yang noticed a change in the slope of the underground car passage, out of caution, he had Li Jinfang stop the car.
After confirming that the slope of the passage was indeed rising, indicating that they were not far from the exit, a problem presented itself to them.
Although they did not yet know how far away the exit was, they couldn’t keep driving the car and brazenly rush out.
If someone was guarding the exit, they would likely be shot into a sieve.
Not wanting to give the captured officer a chance to sound the alarm, Gao Yang observed for a while.
Then, realizing that they did not know how far it was to the exit, Gao Yang thought for a moment and said, “Frey can drive this car.
Let Frey follow slowly behind.
The four of us will go ahead and scout.
Let’s first make sure the exit is safe.”
After finishing, Gao Yang looked at the officer, who appeared weak due to excessive blood loss, and continued, “Gag his mouth and tie up his hands and feet.
Don’t give him the chance to make any noise.”
Grolav shrugged and said, “I have a better suggestion.
Kill him.
We can’t keep dragging him along, nor can we let him go, unless you want to let him warn Hamis.
Either way, there’s a good chance of that, so unless you plan to keep him with you until we rescue Abdul, it’s best to kill him.”
Although Gao Yang understood that Grolav’s words were very reasonable, he hesitated for a moment.
However, it was only a brief hesitation.
Having barely escaped through numerous difficulties, he would not risk everyone’s safety for a fleeting moment of mercy.
“You’re right, Rabbit.
Ask him where this exit leads to, and then see if there’s anything else we need to ask him.
If not, kill him.”
After Cui Bo spoke a few words in Arabic, he shook his head helplessly and said, “He claims he doesn’t know anything.
I think he’s over his breaking point and now wants to play the hero again.”
Gao Yang sighed and said, “Alright, we don’t have the time or the need to interrogate him further.
Kill him.”
Grolav immediately dragged the officer out of the car, and Cui Bo took out his pistol.
Just then, Grolav suddenly said, “Don’t use a gun.
Use a knife.”
After hesitating for a moment, Cui Bo put his pistol away.
With a grimace and a bitter smile, he said, “I still feel a bit too soft.
There’s no pressure using a gun, but with a knife, it’s harder to go through with it.
But it doesn’t matter, it’s just a moment’s effort.”
Grolav shook his head and said, “Not you.
Frey, come over here and finish him.”
Frey clearly showed surprise, but he didn’t say anything.
He took two steps forward, took Grolav’s bayonet, and stood in front of the officer.
With trembling hands, he held the bayonet but hesitated to act.
Knowing what fate awaited him, the officer started to shout and struggle fiercely, while Grolav just kicked the officer down and yelled at Frey, “If you want to work in this field, if you don’t want to piss your pants again, kill him.
You’ll have to get used to this sooner or later, or else go back to your mama and your little girlfriend!”
After the outburst, Grolav lifted his foot, letting the officer struggle to his feet and run.
Clenching his teeth, Frey immediately chased after him.
Grolav shouted, “Look in his eyes and kill him!”
Frey overtook the officer, and after yelling at him while looking into his eyes, he stabbed the officer in the stomach with a knife.
He then frantically stabbed the fallen officer over a dozen times before stopping.
With his face splattered with blood, Frey walked back to Glolov, handed the bayonet back to him, and said through clenched teeth, “I promised Gao I could do anything, everything!”
Glolov shrugged, wiped the blood off the bayonet on Frey’s clothes, and said in a deep voice, “This is cruel, but you must adapt, and one more thing, I actually wet my pants the first time I was on the battlefield, more than once, so you are doing much better than me.”
After patting Frey on the shoulder, Glolov took his machine gun, slung it over his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, “Now we can set off.”
Gao Yang merely observed the actions of Glolov and Frey without saying anything.
He nodded, took the shotgun in his hands, waved his hand, and walked at the forefront with Li Jinfang.
Since the tunnel was devoid of any light source, the low-light night vision devices were almost ineffective until Cui Bo turned on the flashlight attached to his gun, then the night vision devices found their use.
Gao Yang and Li Jinfang advanced along the sides of the tunnel, while Cui Bo and Glolov followed separately, keeping a ten-meter distance behind them.
Meanwhile, Frey, who had turned off the car headlights, was driving the car using low-light night vision, following them at a distance of over a hundred meters.
Seeing that they were still far from the tunnel entrance, Cui Bo whispered, “Hey, hey, Old Russian, you said you wet your pants when you first went into battle, is that true?”
Without any movement, Glolov whispered back, “During the first Chechen War, the fighting in Grozny was brutal.
Many times we didn’t even have a chance to go to the toilet, and almost everyone had times when they had to wet their pants.
So yes, I did wet my pants, but it was not just out of fear.
I think saying this might make Frey feel better.”
After walking in silence for almost two kilometers, as the incline ahead suddenly increased, the exit was now within sight.
Gao Yang made a stop signal, informed Frey via throat microphone to halt, and after Cui Bo turned off the flashlight on his gun, the scouts cautiously and slowly emerged from the tunnel entrance.
It was already dark outside, which increased their safety margin considerably, but they quickly realized that there was not a single person at the exit.
Above the tunnel entrance was a house that was camouflaged to resemble the abandoned houses common in the desert; upon leaving the house, they were met with a yard enclosed by mud walls, filled with yellow sand and scattered tire tracks.
Without needing to search the yard, they exited and searched the area outside.
Upon finding no one, they could finally confirm that they were completely safe.
After notifying Frey that it was clear to come out, Glolov suddenly knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, and murmured incessantly to the sky.
After exchanging looks, Cui Bo and Li Jinfang, two Huaxia people who were not used to hugging, suddenly embraced each other.
The fresh air, the fear and relief of surviving a calamity, made Gao Yang lie down on the ground and look up at the starry sky with a silly smile.
As he laughed, tears silently began to stream down his face until he was crying openly.