Beiyang new warlord

Holding his fists, Song Yongzhong bowed heavily again, but Mao Yuer was a little surprised when he readily agreed, her beautiful big eyes flickered at him a few times, and a strong smile appeared on her face. A small face emerged.

"You wood, aren't you such an idiot!"

Is there such a boast?

The fifth team of the New World Expedition Team changed temporarily and turned into Raiders of the Lost Ark again. Sitting on the horse, Mao Yuer was looking around with great interest, looking at the nearby jagged rocks and this cool red wasteland. The rookie who had just walked out of the house still showed his vigor to the fullest, staring at the young lady's back, and the stick hammer lowered his voice, whispering in Song Yongzhong's ear and asking.

"Boss, what kind of crystal skull head do we really want to find with the eldest lady? It's not safe here, why bother to take the risk for such a fart with the tricks you have inside?"

Seeing Mao Yuer's beautiful figure dangling in front, Song Yongzhong himself shook his head helplessly, and asked him back.

"Don't you believe the stick?"

"I believe in blind Liu, the great dancing god in our village, and I don't believe in that skull either!"

"It's an indigenous tribal letter from Mexico!"

Chapter 893. Treasure Hunting Team (Repair)

The vicissitudes of life are nothing like this. Under the scorching sun, the huge stone weathered and peeled off, and a fish skull several meters high unexpectedly emerged from the rock formation. A group of people passing by in front of it.

Perhaps it is living in such a magical place full of mysterious relics of nature that makes the Indians who walk out of here believe in the power of fearing the gods so much!

But knowledge is a good thing, people still have to be educated, a group of uneducated Spanish looters dug the fruit in the old house, and what they tossed was full of slag, gray cattle bones, domestic garbage, and there were many Indians beside them. The tribe followed suit, and at this end, the eldest lady has already led a group of newly promoted "Captain Mojin" to the family's ancestral grave!

There is a hypothesis in later generations that the Aztecs and several civilizations of their ancestors were established by descendants of the Yin and Shang Dynasties who forcibly crossed the Bering Strait after the fall of the Shang Dynasty. What is puzzling is that the Aztec and Maya are so similar to the Shang Dynasty, with a system of political and religious integration, extreme belief in witchcraft culture, large-scale blood sacrifices, and extremely similar hieroglyphs, as well as pyramids, In the excavation site of the Yin and Shang Dynasties in Erlitun in later generations, this kind of extremely towering high platform site was also excavated.

Mertez’s burial system is also very similar to that of the Ba people near the Yangtze River. Instead of burying the body in the ground, they put the corpse in an earthen jar and hid it in the crevice of the cliff. Under the hot sun, a A small hole is like an ant's nest, looming.

After finding this place, Mao Yue'er, being a very big lady, found a flat and shady platform and sat on it, gracefully raised her slender legs, and spread her small hands with a sweet smile.

"Gentlemen, start work!"

"A good soldier is digging a grave in front of him!"

With a mournful mutter, the mallet took out the rope and the lamb pick from the saddlebag, spat in the palm of his hand unluckily, and then climbed up the nearest cliff.

This is the beginning of a happy archaeological day.

Archeology is really a miraculous work. It is like opening a time capsule. The fragments of human life thousands of years ago, joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, seem to be vividly displayed in front of you. It is estimated that the year was not good. Open the dusty jar On the lid, an unpleasant rancid smell dissipated, and what came into view were two dry corpses hugging each other. Looking at it, it should be a pair of mother and child. The mother carefully held the young child in her arms. Even after dying for a thousand years, this love for licking the calf has not been extinguished.

The burial objects in the jar were pitifully small, except for a few living utensils, there was nothing else. With a sigh, Song Yongzhong put the jar back together again, but at this time, he was not far away, but there was a loud crashing sound. It sounded, and immediately, there was a desperate roar on the ground without accident.

"Be careful, those are all cultural relics! In the future, the empire will carry out large-scale archaeological work!"

"Don't you just use jars and skeleton shelves?"

Looking back at Her Royal Highness, who was jumping in despair on the ground, Bangchui muttered feebly.

The sun gradually set to the west of the Rocky Mountain, and the afterglow slanted on the dry land. The already red soil was reflected even more blood-red. Perhaps this is the origin of the Aztec bloody sacrifice.

But after a tiring day, I couldn’t find any wool, and now no one is in the mood to appreciate the afterglow of the sunset. A big pot was set up, and Xiaoduo was stirring the field food with a big spoon, and the youngest and the third were holding bowls, He ate dully.After looking at the dead bodies all day, the guy Bangchui was not even in the mood to eat, and he was fiddling with a string of rosary beads with his eyes straight.

On the other end, there was also a young lady who was also not in the mood to eat. Sitting by the fire, Mao Yuer was still annoyed as she put the map and a lot of her tattered documents under the lamp, flipping through them. non-stop.

But this girl is probably not a student who likes to study. After turning a few pages, she suddenly messed up the pile of Indian feathers stuck on her head, and hammered the map angrily, losing her temper.

"It shouldn't be! It's definitely hidden here!"

If there is a reason why people are single, there are a lot of bachelors, each picking up their own dinner, and only Song Yongzhong sighed, wiped the bamboo tube, made a bowl of dinner for her, and put it on the table Standing beside the eldest lady, he said in a very cool and cold manner.

"Eat! Continue to look for tomorrow!"

"I know, I know!"

Full of irritability, Mao Yuer answered impatiently, but she kept flipping through the messy materials at hand.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but seeing her stubborn appearance, Song Yongzhong still couldn't help but come back, picked up the bamboo tube containing the rice and put it directly in front of Mao Yuer, the words were still the same, but his tone was much tougher.

"Dinner, look for the next one!"

It was the first time that someone spoke to him with such strong words. Yu'er, who was flipping through the cowhide map irritably, was obviously stunned, and looked at Song Yongzhong's iron face in the firelight in disbelief. In the next second, it was Something amazing happened.

Still humming impatiently, Yu'er finally dropped the map, regardless of the messy bird feathers on her head, picked up the wooden spoon, and stuffed it into her small mouth carelessly without a princess image.

Not to mention, when the big boss is blessed, Song Yongzhong would turn around and leave if he was in the past, but it may be because he has not chatted with the opposite sex for too long, and maybe Mao Yuer's carefree personality is more approachable to him, watching her gobble up Subconsciously, Song Yongzhong sat beside her.

Of course, it is also a certain distance.

"Miss, can I ask you a question?"

"Well, ask."

"This subordinate really can't figure it out, you are in the capital with golden branches and jade leaves, you wear gold and silver, and you live a rich life. Why did you come to this wild place?"

"Do you want to be king too?"

"Do not want to."

Gulu gulped down the mush of field food stuffed in his mouth, but Mao Yuer's answer was beyond Song Yongzhong's expectation.

"I want to join the army, be a soldier!"

"A soldier?"

I really don't think there is anything good about being a soldier, especially for an advanced soldier like him, who is dealing with death almost every day. Song Yongzhong really can't understand how the majestic princess Mao Yuer, with golden branches and jade leaves, would want to condescend to be a soldier.

His iron face was full of disbelief, but Mao Yu'er nodded her head as if she was taking it for granted while holding the job bowl.

"Yes! Be a soldier!"

"My father and mother were soldiers, and my mother was also from a military family. Half of them are soldiers. A large circle of relatives in our family are all soldiers. Why can't I be a soldier? The old man is unreasonable here! He agreed clearly. , What will you arrange for me in secret? The Heart to Heart Art Troupe of the Beijing Army Corps? Art Soldiers? Let me sing and dance with those heroic sons and daughters? Who do you look down on!!!”

The little mouth pouts angrily, and Mao Yuer viciously shakes her little fist.

"Actually, it's not bad to be an art soldier!"

The Dongjiang Art Corps was established during the conquest of Japan. At that time, the big guys crossed the sea to rob, ahem, and crossed the sea to conquer the rebel Tokugawa family. After all, the big guys had the feeling of leaving their hometown. In order to boost morale, Mao Jue organized a group The handsome guy with good looks and good figure, and the handsome girl organized a cultural troupe to sing and dance for everyone to boost morale.

At that time, Song Yongzhong’s deepest memory was that when he was only paid one or two ounces, he was already paid more than ten or two ounces. Not to mention, with the pan-entertainment advocated by Mao Jue, the Legion Art Troupe was still the easiest place to win stars. Almost all major opera troupes, the pillars of the concert hall, have a large number of fans who come and go. In short, compared with Song Yongzhong, he lived a small life, one in the sky and the other in the underground!

But what he said from the bottom of his heart stabbed a hornet's nest, jumped up, and Princess Mao threw down her job bowl and jumped up, her eyes were wide open, she was full of power, she pointed at his nose and started yelling.

"What are you talking about? Do you look down on female soldiers?"