The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

It is considered to be a high-end if it is a small town. From the air, it looks more like a super large village. Most of the buildings are small bungalows and colorful tin houses. The overall layout is the same as those of the larger villages in Northeast China. The house is also simpler than the northeastern houses.

Returning to the provincial capital, there is no sense of the city. No wonder that the whole Mongolia is Ulaanbaatar.

This is not the reason why there are not enough people. In other countries, a place with ten thousand people is basically a decent city, but here, let alone ten thousand, fifty thousand people can make a big city. village.

Helicopters lined up and landed at the airport on the southeast side of Datunzi. If it could be called an airport for the first time, it was just a flat land with a length of nearly 1 kilometer each, and there seemed to be a dirt track of eight or nine hundred meters long.

Don't even think about the barbed wire fence. It doesn't exist. Before the helicopter landed, many sheep were grazing underneath.

The plane was noisy, and the flocks closer to the landing point ran away, but they continued to eat their grass after running two or three hundred meters. Obviously they had adapted to similar situations.

An old-fashioned refueling truck was waiting on the side, and the original local fuelers had been replaced by Russians: this is the provincial capital, with Russian experts and consultants, and Russian military planes occasionally land here to refuel, usually with the cooperation of their own personnel. Do not let the locals operate.

The Russian garrison here is like the Supreme Emperor.

It takes a lot of time for the four helicopters to carry out refueling operations in sequence. People like Zhang Nan stood a little farther away in the airport, smoking, chatting, and watching the scenery by the way-you can’t sit in the helicopters during refueling operations. I care about such safety regulations, but Zhang Nan thinks it is better to keep the rules.

In August, the Mongolian Plateau is neither cold nor hot. The altitude here is 1,700 meters, which is almost 400 meters higher than Ulaanbaatar, and the temperature seems cooler.

This will be almost 11 o'clock, but the outdoor temperature is at most 15 or 6 degrees, and by the hottest afternoon, it will be around 20 degrees.

It’s lively at night, ten degrees is warm, seven or eight degrees is normal for me, two or three degrees is not strange.

If you go further south for a few hundred kilometers, Zhang Nan will like this kind of weather very much, looking up at the sky is the real blue sky and white clouds.

But forget it, there is no sense of belonging, all because of the people here!

I took off again and flew for about 35 minutes. I finally saw my destination: below is a large hillside low in the north and high in the south. There is a small stream flowing from east to west on the north side, which is said to be called the Lu River.

This large area is surrounded by gentle slopes on the east, west and south, and there are a lot of pine forests scattered around. The scenery looks pretty good, and there are probably many wild animals.

Seeing a camp area made up of off-road trucks, jeeps, and many tents near the landing area, the helicopter landed on a gentle **** marked with a white cloth strip nailed to the ground.

Only two landing points were set up. The two ordinary Mi-8s landed first, quickly released the personnel inside, and then vacated and took off. They will fly to the Erleg, if there are no special circumstances, they will be there during this time. Stand by over there.

Zhang Nan’s luxury Mi-8 landed with another helicopter, and the two helicopters stopped leaving in the camp and were ready for use at any time.

A large group of people are waiting for Zhang Nan to arrive. The off-road truck convoy that arrived three or four hours ago and the early arrivals let the people in this camp see what a big deal is. This will cause four helicopters to land one after another and a group of armed men to protect it. The pomp shook this group of investigators with messy hair.

It's all for one person's hobby, and there is really no one in this pomp!

Zhang Nan waited for the helicopter propeller to stop before getting off the plane. He didn't like his hair turned into a sparrow nest, and hated the propeller spinning overhead: he never sat directly under the ceiling fan, otherwise he would always think about it. Will it fall?

When I got off the plane, I saw Nong Bosheng and several Chinese archaeological experts waiting for him, so he greeted him and said, "Sorry, the wind is strong..."

A few of them were old acquaintances, and they exchanged a few words, and both sides gave an introduction, because Alexandrov would also bring a few officers with them in the camp.

After the polite remarks, the group walked towards the place where the large tent was located.

Zhang Nan said in dialect as he walked: "I said the curator of agriculture, you said that you are looking for the tomb of Genghis Khan's Mongolian Khan, how to dig the tomb of Xiongnu Shanyu?"

Yes, this trip became a tomb for digging the Huns Shanyu, not Mongolian Khan, but Zhang Nan came anyway.

On the open **** not far from the camp, at least dozens of Xiongnu nobles were buried within a sparse pine forest that was more than 2,200 meters long from east to west and more than 1,300 meters wide from north to south: you can clearly see many of them out of the ground. The outlines of the tombs, because these tombs have accumulated stones and are surrounded by large stones. Some stones are more than one meter above the ground. It is estimated that more are buried under the turf.

There is no doubt that the Huns are in this shape of tomb.

This is an uninhabited area. The cemetery is called the Gaole Maodu Tomb Group. The tomb owners are of very high level. They discovered this during the scientific research of the Nongbo promotion.

Nong Bosheng certainly could hear that Zhang Nan was joking and replied in Yongcheng dialect: "The tomb of the Xiongnu Danyu is still an A-shaped tomb, 50 meters in length and width, 30 meters in length and 7 in the narrowest part of the tomb. Meters, the largest tomb of the Huns ever discovered.

A rare opportunity, will you not come? "

"Hey, of course, we don't have a tomb of this level. Even if we have one, I'm embarrassed to start. I don't say whether this country will control it. I think it's evil to dig high-level tombs."

When Zhang Nan said this, he slightly raised his head and glanced at the surrounding scenery, "This is so good, you can dig whatever you want.

In fact, the director of the farm, you shouldn't let us and the Russians do this excavation together. If you give me the geographic coordinates in advance, you can let the garrison here pull two excavators.

This is the grassland. Their off-road vehicle can pull it over. They really want to dig and play. They will be killed in a week or two. Even if someone comes, they will throw them to the side to feed the wolves..."

Yes, it's storytelling, the Director of Agriculture is not such a person.

Comrade curator is engaged in archaeology, and Zhang Nan is not thinking about tomb robbery, but looting.

It's just talking, but if something similar is discovered in the future, he really doesn't mind doing this-best before the end of next year, otherwise all the Russian garrisons that can be dispatched by him will be evacuated.

Talking and laughing until the big tent ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was built in the morning. The batch that Zhang Nan brought, the director of the farm, and their tents were not so big.

"A'nan, it's raining in time for you to come here. There is no man's land here. If you want to buy something, you have to go to Cheche Erlege.

A single trip lasts at least five or six hours, and the whole day goes back and forth. Except for a few grazing yurts on the way, there are no other ghosts.

There are no fruits and vegetables yet, and the previous inspection plus this side for more than a month, our elder brothers drool at the thought of the things at home.

The herdsmen hired here are good at finding wild vegetables, but what they find is not wild onion or that's all, plus beef, mutton, and noodle pancakes. "

"The locals here are not friendly to foreigners."

"It's okay, the pastoral area is slightly better. We can make some cash here. Besides, we and the Russian experts are both very old and can't do heavy work."

The agricultural curator was in a good mood, and he smelled the fragrance of fruits and vegetables as soon as he entered: This tent is not only a restaurant, but also a small meeting room.

The service staff brought by Zhang Nan are setting up today's Chinese food. There are a lot of fruits on the simple folding table. The red lotus mist and the round mangosteen alone make many people both greedy and blind!

I haven't seen it before, let alone eaten it, and don't even know how to eat it. I heard that eating these tropical fruits cools and relieves the fire.

Yesterday, I sent some local Russian garrisons. Colonel Aleksandrov and other officers had their eyes bright at the meeting-tropical fruits, even if they were not in Moscow during the Soviet era, let alone this Mongolian plateau. You have never seen it before!

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