Seeing the angry atmosphere in the headquarters, with a group of old men in their 60s and 70s howling and screaming, even Ouyang Zhenwu was dumbfounded. If they were all young people, he could reprimand them, but many of them were older than him.
Ouyang Zhenwu was scratching his head for a while.
The order not to allow experts over the age of fifty to enter the mausoleum was given by Ouyang Zhenwu. At this moment, he could only bite the bullet and speak.
You must know that these old men are all leaders in the archaeological field. If they become unwell like the old expert when they go down, even if Minister Ouyang can bear the responsibility, he will not be able to forgive it in his conscience.
"There's nothing inappropriate. If they young people can go down, we old men can do the same. Minister Ouyang, we can't unify our opinions this time..."
As the saying goes, businessmen chase profits and scholars chase fame. Even the elderly who have already seen through the world can't resist the temptation to open the golden coffin with their own hands.
Of course, there are also people like Professor Meng who are unwilling to give up the most important excavation in their lives, perhaps just because of their tireless pursuit of archaeology.
"No, absolutely not. The situation underground is too complicated and the air is not good. You can't go down..."
Ouyang Zhenwu rejected Professor Meng's request without even thinking about it. After a pause, he softened his tone and then said: "Everyone, you are all the Beidou in the archaeological world. Any losses will be caused by the country."
Accept it, we should trust young people and let Comrade Zhuang Rui lead the archaeological team below to successfully complete this mission..."
To be honest, Ouyang Zhenwu is really not used to calling his nephew who is not in the system a comrade, but at this moment he can only use Zhuang Rui to talk about it. After all, professionally speaking, Zhuang Rui's level is not weak.
Thanks to the experts present.
As soon as Ouyang Zhenwu said this, the headquarters became quiet. If they continue to fight to get down, it will be said that they are competing for credit and do not trust young people. This reputation is not very good.
"You guys stay, I'll go down by myself. I can write a letter of guarantee. Even if this old bone is buried underneath, it's none of the organization's business..."
However, Ouyang Zhenwu's words can only shock those with good reputations, but they are not so effective for an old man like Professor Meng who simply respects the cause of archaeology.
Discovering history and witnessing history is the most basic job of every archaeologist, and it is also the greatest affirmation and recognition of their work achievements. Professor Meng did not want to miss this opportunity to personally excavate the most confusing Mongolian royal tombs in history in his later years.
As the saying goes, if an earthen pot cannot be broken without leaving the well, a general will inevitably die in battle. The first archaeological site is Professor Meng's position, and he will not hesitate even if he dies.
However, Professor Meng's words aroused public outrage. An old man with white beard and hair who looked several years older than Professor Meng stood up from his chair tremblingly and said: "Old Meng
, why should we all stay and you go down by yourself? If you can go down, old man, I can go down too..."
"That's right, Teacher Meng, I'm a few years younger than you, so I'd better go down..."
"Old Song, you are also sixty-eight, I am only sixty-five, I will go down..."
"Teachers, please stop arguing. I'm fifty-five, so let's go down as a student..."
The situation that Ouyang Zhenwu had just calmed down was broken again by a group of old men. The experts in this congregation were all vying for the first place. If they were seen by the juniors in the archaeological field, they would definitely not believe their own eyes. They are usually highly respected.
Veteran experts actually have such a passionate side?
Looking at the old expert who had to use a cane to walk, Ouyang Zhenwu couldn't laugh or cry. Not to mention diving more than ten meters, the turbid air underground could make him faint.
"Teacher Meng, Minister Ouyang, we are ready to clean up the main tomb chamber. Do you want any more instructions from the leaders?"
While there was a quarrel in the headquarters, Zhuang Rui's voice rang from the microphone.
Today, due to the arrival of Ouyang Zhenwu, everything must be done in a formal manner and can only be carried out after receiving instructions. However, Zhuang Rui has been waiting in front of the tomb door for almost five minutes and no one from the headquarters has spoken. He can't help but feel a little confused.
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"No, you are not allowed to go in..."
Several voices rang in Zhuang Rui's headset at the same time, which made Zhuang Rui almost curse. What can't he say properly?
"Ahem, Zhuang Rui, Professor Meng and several experts all want to personally participate in the opening of the coffin, do you think?"
Ouyang Zhenwu took the microphone to his side. How come this group of experts who were originally very stable became like novices after seeing this golden coffin?
"Uncle... Minister Ouyang, this is not possible. The underground environment is complex, the air is turbid, and the entrance is ten meters under the lake. The teachers are all older. What if..."
"There is nothing wrong with this, Zhuang Rui. This is the last time the teacher will lead the excavation work. Even if he falls down, the teacher will still be happy..."
Before Zhuang Rui could finish what he said, Professor Meng interrupted him. After working in archeology all his life, he lost the opportunity to excavate it with his own hands for the last time. It felt like a peerless swordsman encountering a rare and famous weapon.
The sword can only be viewed from a distance but cannot be played with.
"teacher……"
After hearing Professor Meng's words, Zhuang Rui fell silent. He could imagine Professor Meng's mood at this time, "Minister Ouyang, let the teacher come down, but forget about the other teachers. It's enough for Teacher Meng to preside over it alone."
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Zhuang Rui's voice echoed in the headquarters, and the old people who were about the same age and seniority as Professor Meng also fell silent. They knew in their hearts that their bodies and bones might really not be able to hold on.
"Okay, Teacher Meng, go get ready..."
Ouyang Zhenwu also saw that Professor Meng was determined to go down, and the old men stopped making noises, so he could only nod and agree.
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"Teacher, are you okay? Don't take off the oxygen. The air in here is not good..."
Under the guidance of an officer who was familiar with the properties of water, Professor Meng entered the underground secret passage without any danger. Zhuang Rui, who had already come out of the tomb and rushed to the entrance of the water passage, hurriedly greeted him.
"It's okay, it's okay, let's go to where the tomb is..."
Professor Meng shook his head vigorously. Although he was wearing an oxygen mask, the underwater pressure of more than ten meters deep just now still made him feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.
However, Professor Meng can tolerate all this, because this on-site archaeological excavation may be the pinnacle of his career in this life, and it will also be his last on-site archeology bid to bid farewell to the archaeological world.
Even at the cost of his life, the old man was willing to give up his life in what could be called the largest archaeological excavation in human history.
"Teacher, please slow down..."
Zhuang Rui took advantage of Professor Meng's still unconscious mind to sneak a trace of spiritual energy into the old man's body. This thing was indeed more effective than opium. Professor Meng, who had to be supported when standing, immediately became energetic.
The head is full.
"Teacher, are you okay?"
"Professor Meng, please slow down..."
After about an hour, Professor Meng arrived at the place where the mausoleum was located, and Dr. Ren and others who were guarding there gathered around him.
"It's okay. I kept everyone waiting for a long time. Let's get started..."
When Professor Meng came here, he took off his oxygen mask and tried to breathe the underground air, but as a result, he almost choked on the turbid air. Therefore, he knew that he could not stay underground for long.
As soon as we arrived at our destination, we started working.
"Isn't Lao Meng okay? Well, I should have gone down with him just now..."
"Yes, we have all been deceived by Lao Meng. This old guy has always been like this..."
"Oh, we are all old. Okay, don't talk anymore, just think that Lao Meng represents us..."
After seeing Professor Meng's figure appear on the screen, the senior experts in the headquarters immediately became commotion, and they all regretted it.
But now that I think about it, it's too late in terms of time. When Professor Meng went down, he had already opened the tomb door and waited for more than two hours. This would have some impact on the cultural relics in the tomb chamber.
"This... is simply a creation of heaven. Xiao Wang, you must record every scene. This is a discovery even greater than the Egyptian pyramids..."
When he entered the tomb and saw the huge golden coffin, Professor Meng became excited. He took a few steps forward, touched the exquisite pictures on the golden coffin with both hands, and made various exclamations from time to time.
"Professor Meng, ask the photographer to focus the camera on the picture on the coffin. Yes, that's the side..."
Suddenly, the voice of Director Guo came from the ground command headquarters. He had also done in-depth research on a period of early Mongolian history. When he saw the patterns on the screen, he immediately realized that perhaps from these war scenes, we could draw conclusions.
Information about the owner of the tomb.
"Huh? This picture seems to be describing a battle?"
After hearing Director Guo's words, everyone in the tomb focused their attention on the patterns carved on the surface of the golden coffin.
This huge coffin is connected to the base and is almost two meters high. The relief-like picture on the surface of the golden coffin depicts a grand siege battle.
"Quickly, check quickly, are there any similar war patterns?" Director Guo's voice rang in everyone's headsets.
Although there are not many written records left by the Yuan Dynasty, there are many stone carvings and paintings describing war scenes. There are many similar scenes in the Secret History of Mongolia.
