There is nothing more than this. Under the hot sun, the huge stones weathered and peeled off, and a fish skull several meters tall was revealed hideously from the rock layer. The fish eyes were like when they were alive, staring at the group of people passing by in front of it.

Perhaps it is because of the magical place full of mysterious relics of nature that the Indians who came out of this place believed in the power of fearing the gods!

However, knowledge is a good thing, and people still have to be cultured. A group of uncultured Spanish plunderers dug up their old houses happily, and all the troubles were slag, ashes, cow bones and domestic garbage. There were actually many Indian tribes next to them snatch them. The young lady has already led a group of new "gold-touching lieutenants" to touch their ancestral graves!

There was a hypothesis in later generations that Aztecs and several civilizations of its ancestors were established by descendants of the Shang Dynasty forcibly crossing the Bering Strait after the collapse of the Shang Dynasty. Although this hypothesis did not gain recognition in the academic community, it is puzzling that Aztecs and Maya are really too similar to the Shang Dynasty. The system of political and religious integration is extremely loyal to witchcraft culture, large-scale blood sacrifices for living people, and extremely similar hieroglyphs, as well as pyramids. This extremely towering high platform ruins were also excavated in the later generations of the Shang Dynasty.

The burial system of Meltez is also very similar to that of the Ba people near the Yangtze River. It is not buried in the ground, but puts the corpses in clay pots and hides them in the cracks of the cliffs. Under the hot sunlight, tiny holes appear like ants holes, looming.

After finding this place, Mao Yue'er, a big lady, found a flat and cool earthen platform, and sat up her slender legs gracefully, with a sweet smile spreading her hands.

"Gentlemen, work is on!"

"In front of a good soldier, he actually wants to dig a grave!"

With a sad murmur, Bangmao took out a rope and a lamb pick from the bait, and spitted two spits in his palm, and then climbed up the nearest cliff.

The happy archaeological day began like this.

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Archaeology is really a magical job, just like opening the time capsule. The fragments of human life thousands of years ago, joys, anger, sorrow and happiness seemed to be revealed in front of you. It was probably not good that year. When you opened the lid of the dusty jar, a odor of unpleasant smell dissipated. What caught your eye were two dry corpses hugging each other. Looking at it, it should be a mother and son. The mother carefully held the young child in her arms. Even if she died for a thousand years, she would not erase her feelings for raising her baby.

The burial objects in the jar were pitifully few. There was nothing else except a few daily necessities. With a sigh, Song Yongzhong reconnected the jar again. However, he was not far away from him, but a loud sound suddenly rang out. Then, there was no accident on the ground.

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

"Aren't it just some broken jars and skeletons..."

Looking back at the princess who was jumping on the ground with anger, Bangmai muttered weakly.

The sun gradually set to the west of Rocky Mountain, and the afterglow slanted on this dry land. The already red soil was reflected in the redder area. Perhaps this is the origin of the bloody sacrifices of the Aztecs.

But after being tired for a day, I couldn't find the yarn. Now no one was in the mood to enjoy the afterglow of the sunset. A big pot was being put up. Xiaoduo was holding a big spoon and stirring the field food. The third brother held a bowl and ate it dullly. Looking at the dead body all day, Bangmai was not even in the mood to eat, and his eyes were straightened and fiddling with a string of rosary.

On the other side, there was also a young lady who was not interested in eating. She was sitting next to the fire. Mao Yuer was still placing the map and her pile of dirty information under the lamp, rushing through it constantly.

However, this girl should not be a material that loves learning. After turning a few pages, she suddenly rubbed the pile of Indian feathers inserted into her head in a mess, and was irritated and irritated by the map.

"No! It's definitely hidden here!"

There is no reason for being single. A large number of bachelors are all scattering their own dinners. Only Song Yongzhong sighed, wiped the bamboo tube, made her a bowl of dinner and delivered it to her. He put it next to the lady, and said coldly, very coolly.

"Eat! Keep looking for it tomorrow!"

"I know, I know!"

Full of irritability, Mao Yuer responded impatiently, but she was still reading the messy information.

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

"Eat, continue looking for it tomorrow!"

This was the first time that someone was talking to him in such tough words. Yu'er, who was flipping through the cowhide map in annoyance, looked obviously stunned. She looked at Song Yongzhong's iron face in the firelight in disbelief. The next second, something magical happened.

He still nodded impatiently. Yu'er finally threw down the map, regardless of the messy bird feathers on her head, picked up the wooden spoon, and looked like a princess-free figure, and stuffed it into her little mouth carelessly.

Not to mention, the big guys are lucky enough to come to his heart. If Song Yongzhong had been there, he would have turned around. But maybe it was because he hadn't had a chat with the opposite sex for too long, or maybe Mao Yuer's carefree personality is more approachable to him. Seeing her eating voraciously, Song Yongzhong subconsciously sat beside her.

Of course, I also encountered a certain distance.

"Miss, can you ask you a question?"

"Um~, ask."

"I really can't understand. You are in the capital, wearing gold and silver, and have a wealthy life. Why do you want to come to this wilderness in Huawai?"

"Do you want to be king too?"

"In no mood."

Gulu swallowed the field food stuffed with his mouth full of food, but Mao Yuer's answer was beyond Song Yongzhong's expectations.

"I want to join the army and join the army!"

"Join the army?"

I really didn't think there was anything good to be a soldier, especially a pioneer vanguard like him, who was dealing with the god of death every day. Song Yongzhong really couldn't understand why Mao Yuer, a princess with a golden branch and a jade leaf, wanted to be a soldier.

His iron face was full of disbelief, but with his job, Mao Yuer looked as if she was taking it for granted.

"Yes! Join the army!"

"My father is a soldier. My mother is also a military family. Half a soldier is a soldier. Our family is a soldier. Why can't I join the soldier? The old man is unreasonable here! He agreed openly and secretly arranged for me? The Xinlianxin Literary and Art Group of the Capital Army? The Art Soldier? Let me sing and dance with the children of the meritorious officials? Who do you look down on me!!!"

The little mouth pouted in anger, and Mao Yuer shook her small fist viciously.

"Actually, being a literary soldier is also good!"

The Dongjiang Art Corps was established during the Japanese conquest. At that time, the big guys crossed the sea to rob..., cough cough, crossed the sea to fight against the Tokugawa family. After all, the big guys had the idea of ​​leaving their hometown. In order to boost morale, Mao Jue organized a group of handsome guys with high appearance and beautiful figures. The handsome little girl organized a art troupe to sing and dance for everyone to boost morale.

What Song Yongzhong remembered the most at that time was that when he was only one or two taels of money, he had already received more than ten taels of money. Not to mention this, with the pan-entertainment advocated by Mao Jue, the Legion Art Troupe was still the easiest place to support stars. Nowadays, almost all the major opera troupes and concert halls are popular with a large number of fans. In short, compared with Song Yongzhong, people lived a small life in the sky and the other underground!

However, his heartfelt words were poked into a hornet's nest and jumped. Princess Mao threw down her bowl and jumped up. She was full of glare and was full of power. She pointed at his nose and started shouting.

"What are you saying? Do you look down on female soldiers?"

Is it a princess, and it still has its mightiness! It really scared Song Yongzhong at once. His iron-faced character also collapsed. He quickly waved his hand and shook his head and said, "I don't mean this! I have never mean this! I have also been with the god of imperial artillery, the Iron Lady, Lord Sun Chunsun, and guarded Wula, Jilin, how dare I look down on the female soldiers!"

"You followed the Leihuo Hou to guard Wula Jilin! You also participated in the key battle to destroy the Later Jin Jiankai?"

The woman's face, summer days, changed as soon as she mentioned this. When she mentioned this, she was angry just now, and it suddenly became cloudy and sunny. Even her big watery eyes showed a look of admiration, and she blinked and stared at Song Yongzhong's iron face.

"Tell me quickly! Tell me!"

Not to mention, even Song Yongzhong was slightly floating, and the lines on his face became slightly softer. Song Qiwei also recalled the past.

"That battle was really not easy. After building a winter Wula in Jilin, half of the city had been occupied by Huang Taiji's army. In the city, they also used Huihua cannons, and huge stones hit the city wall. The wall more than one meter thick rumbling and broke a big hole. At that time, the Tartar cavalry rushed up like flowing water."

"At that time, I was the artillery guard, and I was not afraid of laughing at the young lady. I faced countless black and strong iron cavalry. My head was blank. I only knew that I would hold the gun handle in a while, wait for the Tartars to come over, kill one enough money, kill two and earn one, and if I die, I would be treated as glory here, but at this time, Lord Sun stood up!"

"I can't forget that scene until now. The sunlight shines down from the gap, reflecting on her imperial boat hat with a golden star. It is particularly dazzling. The black and green military uniform of the door and the cloak are floating in the wind. That style..."

"stop!"

While imagining the original iron horse, Mao Yuer stopped and almost bit his tongue. Finally, he breathed evenly. The gaze of the wise men couldn't help but stretched his face and asked sadly.

"Miss?"

But his face suddenly became full of excitement. He searched for the pile of old papers that Mao Jue had obtained from from which second-hand cultural relics dealer. After a moment, Mao Yuer turned her head as excited as a lunatic.

"Mr. Song, you just said that the sun shines in through the gap, just shining on Lord Sun's helmet?"

"That's right, Miss, what's wrong?"

With a thud, Mao Yuer showed off her cowhide rubbings in her hand. In the fire, the sunlight just stood out from two huge cliffs like door panels. Under the sun, a huge rock like a huge turtle was lying lazily there.
Chapter completed!