10 The sound of drums sounded in the middle of the night. The night in the desert was extremely cold.
I huddled up in a thick duck down sleeping bag, curled up into a ball as much as possible, and fell asleep. Two years ago, I spent four months in a field training camp of the Italian special forces. During the field survival course,
We have specially opened courses to preserve our physical strength in the cold polar regions. Those brutal trainings, coupled with the Chinese martial arts that I have practiced since childhood, made it easy to resist the cold.
Suddenly, I woke up. In the haze, all the hairs on my body stood up.
Because, I felt a sudden danger, as if someone was staring at me within a short distance of the bed, like a quietly attacking beast. I slowly opened my eyes and continued to let out a steady and quiet sound from my nose.
Breathe. The tent is empty, and there doesn't seem to be any outside intruders.
However, the curtain of the tent was half open, and the corners of the curtain moved with the wind.
I took a breath silently: "Yes, someone did come in!" Because before going to sleep, I had tightened all the zippers of the door curtain. On such a cold desert night, only a fool would sleep with the door curtain open.
I lay motionless on the bed and looked around the tent 360 degrees just by turning my eyes. After making sure there was nothing unusual, I slowly reached out and turned on the fluorescent lamp.
This extremely advanced integrated tent has a floor made of three layers of nylon carpet. Even the most common desert scorpions and golden-backed beetles cannot get in, let alone humans or large beasts.
"Is this an illusion?" I walked to the door, paused briefly, opened the zipper, raised the curtain and walked out.
The moon is in the west, the time is around four in the morning, and the sky will soon fall into pre-dawn darkness. The air is surprisingly cold, with a faint nose-choking mist.
In the camp, you can see the cigarette butts of the lookout posts burning at any time. Those are all people from Guye. Although he is extremely greedy, he is very cautious in his behavior. This may be why he can succeed in the tomb robbing business.
Isn’t it the most critical factor in winning and being undefeated?
I lit a cigarette and stood in the light and shadow of the fluorescent lamp.
This negotiation transaction also involves another huge mystery in archeology, Atlantis.
Regarding the ruins of the ancient city that was permanently sunk at the bottom of the sea, Scalpel mentioned intentionally or unintentionally that his men had found some clues. The archaeological foundation that Scalpel established around the world simultaneously investigated more than a hundred archaeological expeditions.
He has made sponsorships of up to 500 million U.S. dollars. This money can always buy him first-hand new archaeological discoveries.
Tanano has a big appetite and a deep scheming mind. Not only does he want to take away the piece of fat from the scalpel, but he also wants to further covet the secrets of Atlantis. The ambitions of the Japanese are not small, otherwise they would not
Sixty years ago, they attempted to occupy China and sweep across Asia.
"So, is the value of those photos really worth the sacrifice of the scalpel?"
I absolutely do not believe that my eldest brother is still alive, and is living in the hands of a stone monster in a secret tomb. Any tomb robber will be an atheist in the absolute sense, otherwise how can he dare to walk alone through a place full of dead people's bones?
In the horror tomb?
"Dong dong dong dong, dong dong, dong dong dong dong, dong dong..." A strange drum sound suddenly sounded in my ears.
My hand trembled and the cigarette almost fell to the ground. I turned my head and looked due west. To the west, apart from the boundless yellow sand, the only thing that left any trace in my sight was the Pyramid of Earth-Cracked Khan.
"Good morning, Mr. Feng!" A stout special soldier came over and greeted me expressionlessly, holding the mini submachine gun in his hand tightly without relaxing for a moment.
I dare to swear that this batch of special forces equipment must have come directly from the U.S. munitions department, because at the recent military procurement meeting in third world countries, I saw American arms dealers carrying this kind of individual soldiers more than once.
The equipment information was recommended again and again to the defense ministers of the Gulf countries.
If I remember correctly, this kind of equipment includes the latest image synchronization communicator, brand-new combat protective clothing, and firearms with one long and two short bullets - I smiled bitterly: "No wonder everyone says that the United States is the real 'power of war'"
King'! Without them, the intensity of the global war will be greatly reduced." About 99.9% of the weapons used by terrorists in various countries are purchased from American arms dealers, or even from corrupt military
Purchased directly from the Military Supplies Department at a low price.
"Morning, Turner. Did you hear the drums?" I stretched my chin toward the west.
Turner is the commander of this special forces team. He is white and his nationality is unknown, but his English pronunciation has obvious Nordic characteristics.
"Drums?" Turner raised his face and stared at my face unceremoniously with his shining triangular eyes, completely ignoring my movements. This look was like the cold eyes of the crocodiles that appear in the Nile River at any time.
, making people feel uncomfortable all over.
The sound of the drum continued, probably coming from the west, and I suspected that it was coming from the direction of the Pyramid of Tuluhan.
"No, sir, I only heard the sound of the desert scorpion crawling." Turner replied expressionlessly, passed me with swaying shoulders, and continued his patrol.
I was stunned for a while, and my face turned red. Turner's words were undoubtedly mocking me for making something out of nothing. He could hear the desert scorpions crawling across the sand, but he never heard the drum sound I mentioned.
I picked my ears hard to wake myself up quickly, lest I let auditory hallucinations drive me crazy. In this kind of empty desert, just like a mirage that may appear at any time, travelers may also appear without a trace.
Due to auditory hallucinations.
"Oh my God! My body isn't that fragile yet, right?" After taking four deep breaths, I took out a handkerchief from my pocket, stuffed my left ear, stood on tiptoes, and pointed my right ear towards the cracked and sweaty skin.
Direction. This way of listening is one of the greatest inventions of the scalpel.
Standing on tiptoes can overcome the force of gravity on body fluids to the greatest extent; plugging the left ear can effectively prevent echo confusion caused by both ears receiving sound sources at the same time.
The drum sound is still there, and in this unique way of listening, the drum sound becomes clearer and clearer, and the rhythm has always been four long and two short, monotonous and mysterious.
"It's not an auditory hallucination, but..."
I returned to the tent, took out a high-power military telescope from my backpack, and quickly climbed up the observation ladder.
At this moment, another special forces soldier on the observation ladder was yawning with his face raised, his face full of exhaustion. However, when he saw me climbing up in a hurry, he clicked the safety of his submachine gun and pointed the black muzzle at me.
And at the same time, he yelled at me in extremely broken English: "You? Stop!"
I didn't care about him, climbed to the top of the ladder, and raised my binoculars.
The Pyramid of Tucrack appeared clearly in the lens. This is a military telescope that can magnify forty times. The distance of 500 meters is simply overkill for it. Now, I can clearly see the unevenness of the pyramid. The surface, the weathered and eroded exterior wall, is covered with large and small pits.
To my surprise, there was no sign of anyone at all. In the clearly identifiable lens, I even captured an underage desert viper slowly squirming and getting behind a bush, with only half of its body exposed. The foot-long tail is on the outside.