In the National Memorial Cemetery, the stone tablet that was once hidden in Honglian Town, Myanmar was buried in the soil of China, and the bluestone slab that was once dug out on the island in the middle of the lake was set in front of the stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, the military song "Battlefield March" of the 200th Division of the Fifth Army is still clear, and on the bluestone, the memorial message left by Mr. Zhou, whom he had never met, is still clear. And behind them, 41 newly piled tombs are buried.

But he is a veteran who has been waiting for 78 years and even his name is incomplete.

Shi Quan took one last look at the phalanx on the hillside, took out his cigarette case, lit three cigarettes and placed them on the stone monument. He also lit one himself, just like exchanging a few cigarettes when meeting old or new friends.

Same, spending this slightly heavy time among the green pines and cypresses,

Only 41 veterans were brought back, and the National Memorial Cemetery only sheltered the bones of more than 10,000 veterans, but how many were left beyond the border? Fifty thousand? One hundred thousand? Or two hundred thousand? In addition to veterans

, how many former road construction workers are buried along the Burma Highway?

Until the cigarette inserted next to the bluestone burned out, Shi Quan couldn't think of an answer. In the end, he just put away the cigarette butt and sighed softly, "Go home, and your comrades will go home too."

"Definitely!" Lao Hu came over from behind at some point, "You kid did something unexpected and big without saying anything."

"Thanks to Mr. Huo for your help," Shi Quan said modestly.

"It's only been a few days and you're wearing the same pair of pants with Huo Heng?" Lao Hu joked happily. Of course he was happy. It was worth being happy to be sent back to this cemetery, let alone 41 of them?

"When you receive your share of the spoils, the three of us will wear a pair of pants." Shi Quan muttered secretly, but did not dare to let the words come out of his mouth. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "No problem.

Is it troublesome?"

"It's a fart trouble," Old Hu snorted noncommittally, "Even if it's a little trouble, it's nothing at all."

Shi Quan was completely relieved after hearing this. The return of these 41 veterans was probably the limit of his and Huo Heng's capabilities. Searching for them was a long process, confirming their identities was a long process, and bringing them back was an even longer process.

He managed to send them back to the National Memorial Cemetery without even saying hello. It was a coincidence, and with the help of Huo Heng and the compatriots who were outside Yangon Airport, Lao Hu naturally had more trust.

Only the nearly 100,000 heroes who are still buried in foreign lands and the countless compatriots who died in the construction of the Burma Highway were left suffering? Shi Quan didn't know when they would all come back and be buried in peace.

Thinking of this, he didn't want to waste any more time here, so he raised his chin at Liu Xiaoye next to him. The latter cleverly opened his backpack and took out a wooden box from it and handed it directly to Lao Hu.

"This was left by an overseas Chinese named Zhou who buried 41 soldiers of the expeditionary force." Shi Quan briefly introduced what he found in Honglian Town. "As expected, the cigarette box should be a relic of General Dai."

Lao Hu took the box, looked at the silver cigarette case and the letter inside, thought for a moment and then closed the lid, "Can you keep these? It should be regarded as a thank you gift for sending them back this time."

"Someone has already paid the carriage fare."

Shi Quan took the wooden box held in He Tianlei's hand and handed it to Lao Hu again, "In this case, why not put these two things in the Maritime Museum!"

"also"

Lao Hu happily took the wooden box and said, "The interior decoration has started over there? Wait until it is finished? I will send all these in for display."

"so be it"

Shi Quan took one last look at the tombs on the hillside and said, "Please arrange for someone to take us back to the airport. We have to fly back today."

"So urgent?" Lao Hu raised his eyebrows.

"How can I have less time than you?" Shi Quan said as he walked out, "I work hard, and the things over there are not over yet."

"You kid, don't leave in a hurry? I'll give you something too."

Lao Hu stacked the boxes in his hands and handed them to the driver Xiao Liu beside him. Then he took the briefcase from the other person's hand and took out a copper certificate set in a wooden frame and handed it to Shi Quan.

"What is this?" Shi Quan subconsciously took the certificate.

"Patriotic model"

Lao Hu smiled again and again, "Although not many people know what you did? But no one will forget it. This thing may not be as valuable as the treasures you dug? But..."

"You are wrong about this." Shi Quan didn't wait for Old Hu to finish, and took up the topic while stroking the words on the sign. "This sign is more precious than the scrap copper and iron I dug up!"

"You are a conscientious boy." Lao Hu patted Shi Quan on the shoulder, "Xiao Liu will take you back to the airport later."

"Okay, then I won't be polite."

Shi Quan put away the heavy certificate with great care. Is this brand important? It is indeed not important to some people, but at least it is precious to myself.

"I won't see you off if I have something to do here. When you officially come back, we will find a chance to have a drink."

Old Hu patted Shi Quan on the shoulder, hummed an opera and strolled away from the Martyrs' Shrine. His old but tall figure was gradually covered by the green pines and cypresses, and half of Lao Hu's humming words echoed faintly in the quiet and peaceful Martyrs' Shrine.

The script reads, "When I catch up, I will kill him completely!"

A smile gradually appeared on Shi Quan's face, he called his friends and followed the driver Xiao Liu back to the parking lot.

Under the escort of two police cars one after another, the driver Xiao Liu returned the Tatra container truck driven by Shi Quan back to the airport and into the cargo hold of the waiting transport plane. After a while, the transport plane flew smoothly.

Sunny sky.

Just like when he came, Shi Quan lay beside the porthole and looked at the border town under the sunny weather, muttering to himself, "I hope this prosperous and peaceful age will live up to your efforts and expectations."

When the transport plane gradually stabilized, Shi Quan unbuckled his seat belt and entered the restroom to put on his baggy camouflage pants and a black T-shirt with the club's logo that had been washed and dried by the maintenance staff.

After checking the pistol that had been kept in the cabin to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, he put the holster on his back again and put on the horse leather jacket that had been re-waxed by the cabin crew. He took the time to squint on the plane.

When they woke up, the transport plane was already preparing to land.

As the cargo hold of the transport plane opened again, what surprised Shi Quan and others was that not only Jia Ya was waiting at the airport, but Da Iwan and others were already here.

"Why are you here too?"

While Shi Quan was asking, he secretly looked at the map view. The two black and white arrows had disappeared. This made him relieved. At least this meant that not only had they discovered the last treasure, but they did not seem to be in any danger.

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"Go back to the ship first. You'll know when you get back." Big Ivan hurriedly tried to hide it before Elena could speak, "How is the situation over there?"

"Send them all back"

Shi Quan ignored Big Ivan at all, held Elena in his arms and walked in the direction of the business car while asking Jia Ya, "Where is the sarcophagus?"

“We were sent back to the ship last night before we even got to the airport.”

Jia Ya yawned, "I even helped drive one of your expedition vehicles back."

Moving so fast? Shi Quan raised his eyebrows. If you calculate it like this, Big Ivan led people to find the treasure last night? But how did they do it? What are the dangers?

With these questions in mind, everyone drove straight to the dock. When the container truck drove along the gangplank into the cabin, Jia Ya took the initiative to shake hands with all the members of the club, "I will send you here, and I will take the transport plane back later."

Philippine Monkey Country, I hope we can meet again by chance."

"Goodbye, by the way, I would like to express my gratitude to Mr. Huo." Shi Quan said sincerely.

After seeing off Jia Ya who drove away, Shi Quan couldn't wait to walk into the cabin, looking for Da Iwan and his friends' harvest last night.

"Stop looking for it, we haven't had time to move it down yet." After saying this, Big Ivan opened his Tatra container and revealed the treasure he brought back.

"Is this what you found?" Shi Quan's eyes widened. There was a Buddha statue covered with an inflatable inner tube in the container.

But what's special is that this Buddha statue, which is less than 1.5 meters tall, glows bright yellow under the light. It is actually carved from a whole piece of yellow jade! And on the forehead of this Buddha statue, there are additional inlays.

A dark red almost black gem the size of a fingernail.

"Where did you find out?" Shi Quan turned his head and asked Elena.

"Under the water of a lake," Elena couldn't help but shiver, "There are at least dozens of crocodiles living in that damn place!"

"Crocodile?" Shi Quan suddenly realized. Could it be that the black arrows in the map's view at that time were referring to those crocodiles?

"There are more than just crocodiles in that damn place."

Big Iwan took the topic with lingering fear, "The lake is on the edge of the tropical jungle at the foot of the mountain. There are no people or even farmland around it. It was already dark when we rushed over, but we didn't expect that the searchlight would shine on the lake.

At that time, I could vaguely see a yellow spot under the lake."

"Then what?" Xianyu, who was listening intently to the story, urged.

"I thought it was gold." Big Ivan spread his hands. "I originally wanted to wait until dawn to look for it, but I didn't expect that I was woken up by a group of crocodiles chewing tires in the middle of the night."

"But you haven't said anything besides crocodiles?" Shi Quan said, covering his face.

"Right away" Big Ivan waved his hand impatiently, "After we killed the crocodile, we decided to go to the water overnight to have a look, but to be on the safe side we threw a grenade into the water."

"One person lost one," Elena corrected, "and you threw in two yourself!"

"We just left it on the shore"

Da Iwanhun continued nonchalantly, "This Buddha statue was tied to a tank at the bottom of the lake. It was a Japanese Type 94 tank. But there were not only tanks at the bottom of the lake, but also a broken bell."

"Where's that tank?" Shi Quan asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's already rotten." Big Ivan spread his hands. "I went down to see it myself. There were a lot of shells in that tank, so I only brought back this Buddha statue."

“This harvest is not bad.”
Chapter completed!