The guns and bullets roared and danced, and a large amount of bullet rains came from the darkness like a storm, and suddenly brought down the guards gathered in the basement passage. Screams were everywhere and blood flowed. After only a few seconds, the executioners who were the rulers of the scene fell down halfway, and for a moment, the basement was filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

Seeing this scene, Yakovirivo was both heartbroken: in order to avoid the Tsar family's intimidation, he ordered the soldiers to use human walls to block the passage. When encountering this sudden attack, the soldiers were completely unavoidable and could only become the souls of the opponent's automatic weapons. What's worse is that there is no other way out in this basement, which means that he has also become a turtle in the jar and has no possibility of escape without any hesitation!

"Che!" The roar of the machine gun that torn apart cloth sounded again. Several soldiers who were still struggling and rolling in the pool of blood immediately fell silent in a violent twitching and trembling, and there was no movement anymore. This time, Yakovirivo heard it clearly. The other party's hand was most likely the Maderson machine gun, which was extremely rare in the Russian team. The firepower was not comparable to those of his pistols for close-range execution!

"Why, why did the White Army lurk near this Moscow that penetrated deep into the territory?" Yakovirivo shouted loudly in fear and disbelief. However, he had no time to think carefully and regret it. Another grenade flew into the passage, with red light storms, and the broken limbs and flesh flying into the sky. The 13 previous squadrons had no more survivors in a blink of an eye. Akovirivo, who suffered from this sudden change, was thinking about how to save his life. The task of executing the Tsar's family had long been thrown out of the sky. Before the terrifying machine gun fired again, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "I surrender, I surrender. But please spare my life, the old masters of the White Guards!"

"Put down your weapon!" A voice of Volga Province, which was tactful, suddenly rang out from outside. Yakovirivo hurriedly threw the pistol in his hand to the ground, and then crawled on the ground with his hands in his arms. After a while, a messy footsteps sounded from the passage, getting closer and closer to him. Yakovirivo was trembling and was about to say something. He was kicked heavily on the ground full of sand and pain.

Smoke and dust filled the lights. Yakovirivo struggled to raise his head and saw several men in black who had completely controlled the situation in the basement; their faces were tightly wrapped in masks, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed outside. They had no omissions or mercy for the bloody guarding corpse in the passage. They all used bullets to fill blood holes in their brains to ensure that there were no enemy personnel in this space that could threaten them. Seeing this, Yakovirivo's body suddenly trembled like a sieve. However, under the direct contact of the cold pistol above his head, he did not dare to make any abnormal movements. He could only watch as the group of people slaughtered all of his soldiers, leaving only himself in the room.

"Brother, we seem to be late. The Tsar's family was shot dead by these demons!" Looking at the corpse lying in the center of the basement, a masked man said in shock and anger, "Tsar Nicholas, Queen Alexandra, and their innocent children were not spared by these demons. In this situation, how can we go back to explain to the Shangfeng?"

The leading man in black took a deep breath. The hatred and anger in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Seeing this scene, Yakovirivo was scattered and suddenly shouted: "Alexei, Crown Prince Alexei is still alive without any harm! The execution of the Tsar family was the order of the Central Committee of Moscow. I still don't have the heart to implement it on him..." Before he finished speaking, Yakovirivo was hit hard again on the head; he was caught off guard and bit his tongue, and the pain in his heart made him lose his next words.

The leading man looked closely and saw a pale young man curled up in the middle of the pile of corpses; his figure was so weak that he had not noticed any clues among the Tsar family before. The leading man quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and a glimmer of hope arose in his heart: although the Tsar and his wife had been shot, their Zongsi did not stop him after all; Alexey, who was still alive in front of him, left him with the last chance to complete the tasks entrusted in Berlin.

"Take His Highness away. Immediately carry all the bodies here to the wilderness and buried them." The leading man did not hesitate and immediately issued an order to clear the field. A team member immediately turned his pistol back to his waist. He picked up Alexey, who was still in a nightmare, and walked out. For the trained soldiers, Alexey's weight of less than 30kg was even less than the standard weight he carried in his daily battles.

The leading man turned around and looked at Yakovirivo's eyes full of solemnity and coldness; he slowly raised the light machine gun in his hand and pointed it directly at the head of the person in front of him. Yakovirivo's muscles kept twitching due to extreme fear, and said in a trembling voice: "I am a member of the anti-counterfeiting committee, which is of great use to all the White Army! There are a lot of strong acid and gasoline I brought nearby, which is enough to erase all traces of everything that happened here; I can also send a report to my superiors on the radio that today's mission has been completed, so that I can get enough time for you to evacuate this place."

Hearing these words, the murderous intent in the eyes of the leading man faded greatly. He slowly held the gun away from the other party's head and said, "Very good. As long as you cooperate with us with all your strength, we can choose to let you go."

The night wind was inspiring, and the dark clouds were low. Under the guidance of Yakovirivo, the masked people successfully found the pits dug by the guards and the tools to destroy the bodies. The dead bodies were quickly dragged out of the basement and then stacked into the dark pit. At this time, Yakovirivo discovered that there were only six armed personnel suspected of the White Guards, which were less than half of the guards. However, they were all well-equipped and strong, dragging two adult corpses at once without breathing. What is even more rare is that all of these people exuded the sharp temperament of only veterans of a hundred battles, and their every move showed their quality and ability: the gaze of their eyes made people feel a sense of fear and fear that seemed to be targeted by tigers and wolves.

"These people must be Denikin's personal guards. Only Denikin, who once served as the commander of the army in the Tsarist army, will have these soldiers who have lived for the rest of their lives." Listening to the rich Volga accent carried by the conversations of the people around him, Yakovirivo secretly analyzed in his heart. What made him find it difficult to understand was that these people could actually enter the Red Russia border for a long distance of thousands of kilometers without being noticed, and they did not know where to steal his actions tonight, which led to the execution of the Tsar's family's failure. If he had a chance to escape, he would inevitably reflect these situations to the Moscow regime that was close to him.

When the body of the Tsar family was dragged to the pit, Alexey, who had been moving like a wooden stake, suddenly began to struggle violently. A black-clad team member quickly controlled his body firmly to prevent the irreparable injury and bleeding of the teenager who was suffering from hemophilia. Seeing his parents and sisters being pushed into the hard-to-see pit, Alexey's tears suddenly poured out like a waterfall, and a sad roar like a wild beast dying out of his throat: Two hours ago, they were sitting around the dining table, celebrating their birthday with smiles and doting on their faces, but now, these closest families are already separated from their lives and death!

"The Virgin Mary will never forgive the sins committed by you red devils!" The team members who controlled Alexey turned their heads and glared at Yakovirivo, and the resentment in their words could no longer be concealed. Yakovirivo lowered his head, but he couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart: These Belarusians are indeed young and naive, and they believe in *. How can these empty capitalist gods punish themselves?

"You go and send the telegram you promised to Moscow. If we find any abnormal movement, I promise you will become the 20th corpse in this pit immediately." The leader pointed his muzzle at Yakovirivo and spoke lightly. Feeling the coldness that was coming towards him, Yakovirivod trembled all over and said quickly. The leader nodded, then reached out and tear off the Chika badge on Yakovirivo's chest, and found the documents he carried in his coat. Facing the latter's shocked and frightened eyes, he smiled slightly, "The journey is long, and you still need to borrow such things from you as a pass."

Yakovirivo nodded and laughed, but in his heart he cursed the other party's cunning; with the cover of Cheka's identity, it is hard for anyone to doubt and pay attention to whether it is a car or accommodating. A team member immediately walked up and escorted Yakovirivo, who was trapped in his hands, to the farm telegraph room not far away. As long as the telegram was sent, they could at least get a whole day of transfer time, which was undoubtedly an unexpected gain from their trip.

The jar was broken and the acid was pouring. A strong hissing sound came from the pit, announcing the final action of destruction. After a while, the masked team members poured 200 gallons of gasoline on it and threw a lit lighter into it. The huge fiery red flames then ignited, illuminating the entire night sky nearby. No matter what identity the corpses in the pit had been during their lifetime, they had already been sleeping together and completely returned to disorderly ordinary inorganic matter.

The leading man looked at the surging fire ignited in front of him and said lightly: "The final burial treatment will be left to you. I will take the crown prince Alexei to take one step first, and we will meet again in Berlin in the end." (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!