On the north side of the Tihe Plateau, the convoy drove along the riverbed for a long time, and finally saw the bifurcated riverbed. And in the middle of the bifurcated riverbed, there was a tower less than a hundred meters high.

Low mountain.

The slopes on both sides of this short mountain are extremely gentle, but the river bed at the foot of the mountain is barren of grass, as if all the water veins under the river bed have been drained away by the short mountain in the middle.

"The secret letter only mentioned this mountain, and we have to find the rest by ourselves." Big Ivan held the radio and asked, "Should we divide into two teams or together?"

"To be on the safe side, let's go together!" Shi Quan said without thinking, "Go to the left or the right?"

"Go to the left!" Nasha answered first.

Of course, everyone had no objection, and it didn't matter which way they went. Anyway, according to the satellite map, the two riverbeds merged again two kilometers away.

In the view of the map, the white arrow was already more than ten meters underground behind him, but the green arrow was about two kilometers ahead.

Not long after entering the riverbed on the left, the mountains on both sides suddenly increased in height. From time to time, in the cool shadows at the foot of the mountains, you would see some desert animals suddenly appearing.

The convoy moved forward slowly along the river bed, with everyone's attention focused on the mountains on both sides. If what was described in the mural in the temple was true, then there would be at least a cave on this one.

However, until the convoy reached the end of the low mountain, the two river beds merged into one again. The cave was not found, but a Bedouin camp appeared in front of them.

These nomads in the desert were obviously frightened by the sudden appearance of the convoy. All the women hugged their children and immediately hid in their respective stone houses, while the men stood guardedly by a man wearing a white robe and a pink plaid headscarf.

Behind the old man, even in the stone houses that Shi Quan and others could not see, there were several tribesmen holding old-fashioned Enfield rifles with nervous expressions and ready to pull the trigger at any time.

Is this the real Bedouin?

Shi Quan was a little surprised for a moment. The fear displayed by this group of people did not seem to be fake. It was completely different from what he had remembered.

"Virgil, let our translator communicate with those people and give them some gifts if necessary."

Not long after, the translator slowly walked out of the Unimog's cab, shouting loudly in Arabic that Shi Quan and others could not understand. Under the communication of the translator, the faces of these Bedouin gradually changed.

A smile appeared. Not long after, the translator waved for Shi Quan and others to get out of the car.

"Ladies, please stay in the car."

Nasha and the other three didn't prepare any black robes. Even if they did, they wouldn't wear them. What if they don't mind the heat? But this is an Arab country after all. Even if they are facing a small nomadic tribe with less than 50 people, in

The respect that should be shown before a conflict occurs still needs to be there.

"This is Abdul, the leader of this tribe." The translator introduced him dutifully.

"Praise be to Allah and welcome guests from far away."

I don’t know if it’s because of the guns carried on the waists of Shi Quan and others, but at least Abdul showed enough enthusiasm and kindness.

After a brief introduction to each other and giving some small and valuable gifts, Shi Quan, under questioning from the old patriarch, signaled to the translator to clarify his purpose.

"Golden Mountain? Revenge Army?"

The old patriarch looked confused, "Did the tomb robber you found really say that?"

"Is there no such legend among the Bedouin tribe?" the translator asked rhetorically.

"There are indeed some similar legends among the Bedouin tribe, but they are quite different from what you know."

The old patriarch had an inexplicable sarcasm on his face, "Although I don't know which tribe you heard this story from, at least according to the legends I know, we Bedouins are not so much the craftsmen of ancient Egypt.

, it is better to say that they are slaves plundered by the war."

"slave?"

Everyone was stunned, including the translator. None of them had a detailed understanding of Egyptian history, let alone the legends of the nomadic people.

The old patriarch nodded, "In our tribal legend, the Bedouin are slaves and prisoners of war plundered by the ancient Egyptians. They are not craftsmen, they are just the work assigned when they were enslaved. As for the golden mountain you heard about

I’ve never heard of the Revenge Army.”

After hearing this, Shi Quan and the other three looked at each other in confusion, "Is there any similar legend in your tribe?"

"A long time ago, due to the tyrannical rule of the Pharaoh, the ancestors of the Bedouin went through many hardships and finally successfully escaped from ancient Egypt." The old patriarch smiled and asked, "Does this story seem familiar?"

"Exodus?"

Big Ivan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Of course he had heard of it, but it had nothing to do with what the tomb robbers said. "We were deceived again?"

"probably not"

Shi Quan analyzed, "The tomb robber has been caught. He has no reason to lie to us."

"But didn't he say that it was a legend that had been circulating in their tribe for thousands of years?" Virgil said as he took out his mobile phone, "He is still in our hands. Do you want me to ask?"

"No need. What on earth did their Bedouin ancestors go through that has anything to do with us?"

Shi Quan was not in the mood to listen to legends, so he turned his head and said to the translator, "Let's continue asking about Abraham, and by the way, ask if there are any caves nearby."

After hearing this, the old patriarch had a cold look on his face, "Are you also here to find the treasure left by your Bedouin ancestors?"

"Yes?" Shi Quan looked at the old patriarch in surprise, "Has anyone else been here?"

The old patriarch calmly glanced at the cowhide holster under Shi Quan's armpit, then glanced at the surrounding stone houses with his peripheral vision, and finally gritted his teeth and persuaded, "Give up, there is no treasure in there, and you are destined to not get it."

Something you want.”

The translator heard this and quickly explained their purpose.

Even though these natives were so polite now, it was all because of the gifts brought by Shi Quan and others. If they really took action, they would have no chance of escaping back to the car unscathed.

"Looking for someone?" The old patriarch looked suspicious, but he was slowly retreating.

"We don't want to cause conflict, and we have no interest in your treasures."

Big Ivan looked around, "We just want to find the person we are looking for. If you can help us find the cave, we will also have gifts for you."

"Gift?"

"Two thousand dollars"

Virgil stood up with the help of two bodyguards, "Two thousand dollars, tell us where the cave is. We will not touch anything in the cave that does not belong to us. The rest of the things we bring out are whatever you want, as long as the price is not

It’s outrageous and we will pay as you say.”

The old patriarch looked obviously moved. Life in this poor mountain valley was not comfortable. For their tribe, which had no tourist business at all, one hundred thousand Egyptian pounds was no longer a small sum.

"You still need to leave one car."

The old patriarch Lion said loudly, "Any car will do."

You really dare to open your mouth. Shi Quan's newly aroused good impression suddenly disappeared. This old man is not a clan leader, he is clearly a shrewd businessman.

Virgil didn't feel distressed at all. He pointed at the Unimog behind him and said, "As long as you can help us find what we want, that car is yours."

"Pay the money first, and then I will show you the cave." The old patriarch was speaking to the translator, but he directly stretched out his hand in front of Virgil.

"You just agreed like that?" Big Ivan asked in surprise. Is this really because you don't feel bad about spending the boss's money?

"Don't worry"

Virgil counted out two thousand dollars from his backpack, "This is not the first time this car has been robbed. If they dare to take the car, they will definitely not just drive it in this mountain. Wait for them to help drive the car out and then lock the engine."

Then just call the police.”

this...

The Shi Quan brothers were stunned for a moment after hearing this. What does this mean? I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, or is it the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind?

No matter how Virgil and the old patriarch plotted against each other, after collecting the money, the old patriarch's attitude made a 180-degree turn, and he enthusiastically greeted everyone towards a small, square, white house.

The little house was built entirely of stone and wood and was located just at the foot of the low hill that bisected the river bed.

"The cave you are looking for is in that house," the old patriarch said, pointing to the white house. "The temperature inside is very low and it is very deep, at least several hundred meters deep."

Leaving the two bodyguards to guard the white house, Shi Quan and the three followed the old patriarch into the low wooden door, and a cool breath hit their faces.

The brothers took out their headlamps and put them on, and immediately saw clearly the structure of the cave.

The entrance of the cave is not small, with a diameter of three meters, and the stone houses outside are built almost along the edge of the entrance.

Not far into the cave, I saw some grain and half a fan of mutton stored on the ground covered with yellow sand. It seemed that these Bedouin people were completely using this cave as a refrigerator.

After simply understanding the terrain, the brothers returned to the car and began to assign tasks.

Nasha and others still stayed in the car to guard against accidents. Virgil's two bodyguards were responsible for guarding the house at the entrance of the cave, while Virgil and his translator had to stay with the old patriarch at all times.

After making full preparations, Shi Quan and Da Yiwan took out their respective submachine guns from the hidden compartment of the RV and stuffed them into their backpacks.

Everyone drove the car around the small house, and the Shiquan brothers put on thick jackets and pants and got into the cave again.

The first one to two hundred meters at the entrance of the cave is filled with soft yellow sand. As you go further in, there is less and less yellow sand and more and more gravel. Even the width of the tunnel is gradually narrowing, even as you continue in.

After walking for hundreds of meters, even the temperature dropped to only a dozen degrees.
Chapter completed!