The fierce fighting in the highland barley fields had basically subsided. There were many Soviet soldiers and they came well prepared, causing the German team to suffer a great loss. Their camp was raided, and only a small number of them probably escaped.
It was impossible to bring in reinforcements at any time in a place like this, so Su Ri's brigade left, and the rest looked for something in the god-making monuments.
Mustache returned to the village. Although the village was some distance away from the cultivated land, there was too much movement in the second half of the night. Some people quietly came over to take a look, and their legs were trembling with fright at the scene of the fierce fight. Therefore, no one in the village had woken up yet.
When I go out, I stay at home and dare not show my face.
Although the Germans have been dispersed, the initiative is in the hands of the Soviet and Japanese people. It is impossible for everyone in this organization to be like the Soviet and Japanese people. Once interest issues are involved, they probably cannot tolerate Mustache. Mustache does not want to
Looking for this trouble, he stayed in the village for a day and had a good rest.
Mustache didn't sleep for long. When he opened his eyes, it was noon. As soon as he woke up, he smelled the hot smell of butter tea. There was only a short period of time between blurry and clear vision.
Jia Luorong's figure appeared in Xiao Hu's eyes.
This scene is filled with a little bit of warmth. Mustache wakes up from a lazy dream, and Jialuorong is holding butter tea and tsampa, standing by his bed. This is very homey, like an ordinary family on the plateau.
Jia Luorong looked at Mustache and gestured to ask him if he was thirsty or hungry. Mustache nodded and took the butter tea. He didn't drink it, just to let the rising water vapor cover some things in his eyes.
He noticed a slight change in himself. His heart seemed to be softer and easier to be touched. Jialuorong's gesture was very simple, but it reminded him of home.
Everyone has home, but for Xiaozi, this word is unfamiliar and luxurious. He has long forgotten the taste of home. Even if he goes home every year in the past, it seems to be a short port in his life, where he can anchor for a while.
, will soon embark on a new journey.
Jialuorong's appearance made Xiaozhu feel that she had been staying here quietly since he fell asleep. There was still a pot of butter tea, and Xiaozhu poured Jialuorong a cup, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jialuorong was interrupted by Jialuorong.
Rong gently stopped her and asked Xiaozhu to drink it by herself. She gestured and said that her mother told her that men are busy outside and work very hard. After returning home, a woman should take good care of her man. Only then can she be a competent woman.
Mustache was silent. The meal made him feel a little sweet and a little sour. It was difficult for him to open his heart. He always unknowingly compared Jialorong and Gesang Medo, even though he knew
There is no comparison between two different people, but he can't control his heart.
Jia Luorong put away all the cups and bowls, then sat next to Xiao Hu, rolling him a kind of local cigarette that local villagers occasionally smoked. He smoked the cigarette and watched Jia Luorong gesticulate and tell some things about the past.
Time passed quickly. Mustache had to admit in his heart that he could not treat Jia Luorong and Gesang Mei Duo equally, but he did enjoy this feeling.
Everyone in the village was frightened by what happened in the middle of the night yesterday. After dark, every household went into their houses and couldn't come out. Xiao Xiu adjusted the things he brought with him and glanced at Jia Luorong. He rarely spoke to him. This look
Just tell her that he is going out.
A trace of disappointment flashed through Jialuorong's calm eyes. This disappointment seemed to be mixed with a touch of melancholy and loneliness, but she pretended to have no emotions at all and smiled and nodded to her mustache. This look
Xiaozhu felt a faint sadness in his heart. He paused, turned around and left the room.
He walked silently, very slowly, but never looked back. He knew that Jialuorong must be looking at him. If he turned back, the emotions in his heart might keep spreading, making him unable to control it.
In this way, a man and a woman gradually distanced themselves in the night. The man was walking and the woman was watching.
When Xiaohui slowly walked out for about ten meters, the door of the hut rang, and then the sound of Jialuorong's footsteps was heard. Xiaohu stopped, turned around, and saw Jialuorong hurriedly
He ran over and stopped only one meter away from Mustache.
Mustache didn’t know what Jia Luorong was going to do. Jia Luorong might also feel that he was a bit abrupt. They looked at each other. After a minute, Jia Luorong shook her head and showed an apologetic smile. She signaled that she was fine and asked Xiao Hu
Beard goes.
But when Mustache turned around again, Jia Luorong bit her lip gently and reached out to hold his arm. She seemed to muster up her greatest courage and gestured slowly: "Can you hug me?"
A few simple gestures suddenly made Mustache's heart feel a twitching pain. He suddenly felt that he was too selfish. He only considered his own feelings, but never cared about Jia Luorong, who had snow-white skin.
The Tibetan girl has at least part of her consciousness from Kelsang Medo, and her reliance on the mustache is no less than that of Kelsang Medo.
At this moment, he seemed to have let go of everything in his heart, and reached out to gently hold Jialuorong in his arms. Jialuorong was like a cloud or a puddle of water, very light and soft.
Jialuorong was easily satisfied. She hid in Xiaohu's arms with a smile from the bottom of her mouth. This hug was so short, but for her, it was enough. She could feel Xiaohu's body temperature.
I can hear his heartbeat and smell his scent.
The hug may be long or short. When the hug ends, Jia Luorong gently adjusts his mustache and slightly messy collar.
She stood on tiptoes, helping Mustache to slowly adjust his collar. When she stood on tiptoes, her cheek brushed against Mustache's lips. Jia Luorong didn't know what he thought of, and immediately lowered his head with a hint of blush.
appeared on the snow-white face.
She seemed to be afraid to look at Xiaozi, and without raising her head, she gestured to Xiaozi, saying that she would wait here for Xiaozi to come back. After gesturing, Jia Luorong turned around and ran back to the hut.
What does it feel like? Mustache walked slowly in the night wind. He couldn't describe it, but he felt it was wonderful, like a person shivering from the cold who was suddenly immersed in a warm wind.
The moonlight was still very bright that night. A whole day had passed. Xiaozhu didn’t know if there were any other changes in the highland barley field, but the people at the square pit where the Germans were guarding had obviously changed. Xiaozhu walked around them and walked around.
Bitian approached the sloping hole he had dug before. This hole had obviously been discovered before, because it was very narrow, so it was of no use and was half filled with soil.
Mustache gently dug out the empty soil in the hole. After taking off the ghost face mask that Duoji gave him, it cracked in half, and the mask seemed to have been shot with a shotgun. There were very small particles everywhere.
The hole is no longer usable. But the blood babies below are all dead, so there should be no problem.
Mustache got in and crawled inside. He successfully climbed to the broken rammed earth layer, and then followed the iron ropes and giant trees hanging the dragon pattern tripod down to the bottom of the space. He had walked these roads once, and he still remembered it.
Xin, he followed the artificially dug passage behind the giant tree, but when he was about to reach the end of the passage, he discovered a hole that had just been dug.
This hole was also dug diagonally, and the traces were very fresh. Seeing this hole, Mustache remembered what Su Ri had said, that the god-making monument was not just the surface layer, but there was something underneath. The Germans were scattered,
The people who stayed here should be Su Ri's people, but the hole digger was not very professional. Mustache only took a tentative look and found that the hole was only a few meters deep. Maybe the hole digger couldn't get the location right, so
give up halfway.
He was afraid of encountering Su Ri's people here, so he walked more carefully. After walking through this passage, there was the second space where the Dragon Pattern Cauldron was hung, but no one left any traces. Mustache felt that if it were made
There is something underneath the ancient monuments of God. The entry point is probably in the space where the baby was found. The shrunken nine-story tower and the metal bottle on the top of the tower all indicate the difference in that space.
There is only one passage, and you can immediately notice the movement in front of you when you walk in it. When Mustache gradually walked back to the space with the miniature nine-story tower, he immediately saw that the nine-story tower had been dug, and the hole dug happened to be right next to the dragon.
Below the tripod, the dragon tripod above the head was tilted, and an iron rope hanging from the horn of the tripod had obviously been moved. However, because the tripod was too heavy, they gave up halfway.
The hole dug under the tripod was not too big, but very deep. Mustache listened for a long time. It was very quiet around and there should be no one. He didn't know when Su Ri's people would come down again, so he wanted to speed up the progress. He raised the
With a flashlight, I slowly approached the hole in the ground and looked down.
After taking a look, Mustache frowned slightly. He saw a person lying vaguely at the bottom of the hole, but the clothes on the person were very dark in color and blended in with the surrounding darkness. Apart from a human figure, he could see that
I couldn't see anything clearly except the shadow, and turning the flashlight to the brightest was useless.
Before Mustache had any other thoughts, the soil under his feet suddenly loosened and collapsed along the edge. Mustache's body fell downwards with the collapsed soil. He had no room to break free, so he could only use alloy pipes to cover the ground.
Paddling on the earth wall around him reduced the tendency of falling.
During this period, Mustache took a quick glance and suddenly took a breath, because he finally saw the man lying at the bottom of the cave. This man was dead. He had not been dead for a long time, but his body was already covered with Grimace Mushrooms.
.
This was definitely a deadly poison. Mustache no longer cared so much. He threw away the light source in his hand, used both hands to forcefully insert it into the soil of the wall, and barely stopped.
The hole was not wide, and Mustache was still two or three meters away from the corpse covered with Grimace Mushrooms at his feet, but he suddenly felt that his eyes could not see clearly, and this trend accelerated sharply, and then,
Everything in front of Mustache's eyes seemed to have fallen into eternal darkness, and nothing could be seen.