Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

Yang Xiaobao snorted and asked, "What?"

"Brother Xiaobao, isn't our village going to bury King Xing today? I'm afraid that something will happen again, thinking that you will be better here."

Yang Xiaobao thought for a while, then nodded: "All right, then I'll stay here."

"Great, great." Zhang Shengli said, "I'll take you to rest."

Yang Xiaobao followed Zhang Shengli and walked from the cemetery to the village.

When he reached the village entrance, Yang Xiaobao saw a car parked by the side of the road.

At first Yang Xiaobao didn't care, but when they passed by the car, they saw the car door opened and two people came out from inside.

"Isn't this Xiaobao?"

An old man looked at Yang Xiaobao and asked immediately.

Yang Xiaobao stopped in his tracks and looked at the talking old man.

"This...you don't know how to be the curator of the county cultural center?" Yang Xiaobao recognized the old man.

The old man chuckled, nodded, and said, "It seems you haven't forgotten me."

It turned out that one of the two who got off the car was the director of the county cultural center.

"Curator, why are you here?"

The curator of the county cultural center smiled, pointed to an old man standing beside him, and said, "This is an expert sent by the province, Mr. Ma."

"Ma Xiangrong." The old man stretched out his hand and introduced himself.

Yang Xiaobao quickly shook hands with him.

"Brother Xiaobao, I heard that you found the corpse yesterday?" asked the curator of the cultural center.

Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "Yes, I discovered it."

"We are here to talk about this."

Zhang Shengli, who was standing beside Yang Xiaobao, heard this, and quickly said with a smile: "It turns out that they are sent by the superiors, so follow me to the village committee."

"you are?"

Zhang Shengli immediately introduced himself: "I am the village head of this village."

"Oh, oh, it turned out to be the village chief, hello, hello."

After shaking hands, everyone followed Zhang Shengli to the village committee of Beihe Village.

After sitting down, Ma Xiangrong said straight to the point: "We did some research on the things in the sarcophagus, especially the gun. We think it was a gun used by the Japanese in the war at that time."

Hearing what Ma Xiangrong said, Yang Xiaobao and Zhang Shengli looked at each other.

He didn't know what it meant.

"And there are some other things in the tomb. We have done research, and now we can be sure that the bone should be a person from Dongying, and it is also a major."

"Really?" Zhang Shengli asked with wide-eyed eyes.

Ma Xiangrong nodded: "Judging from the things found in the cemetery, it should be like this."

"And I also checked the information of the county cultural center. At that time, there was indeed a war between the Chinese and the Dongying people near Beihe Village."

It seems that this war is the war that the rich old man said.

"It's a pity that at that time, because of the small number of people in the country and poor equipment, none of the people in a platoon survived."

Yang Xiaobao nodded when he heard this, but didn't say anything.

"If a major is really killed, then it's not a pity that this row of people died." The expert from the provincial capital said.

The curator of the county cultural center also said at this time: "Unfortunately, all the people in that row disappeared at that time, and not even a single body was found."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaobao glanced at Zhang Shengli again.

"How is it possible? Aren't there usually corpses everywhere on the battlefield?" Zhang Shengli asked.

"Yeah, after a war, you will always come across some corpses, but after that war, they suddenly disappeared. Later, their army went to that place to search for them, but there was nothing."

"But now that one body has been found, there may be another body," said Ma Xiangrong, an expert from the province.

Yang Xiaobao asked: "Then, what is the purpose of your coming here?"

"We just want to search and see if we can find some other discoveries."

"Where can I find it?" Zhang Shengli asked immediately.

"We want to go to that sarcophagus, okay?" Ma Xiangrong, an expert from the provincial capital, asked.

Zhang Shengli looked at Yang Xiaobao, who had a noncommittal expression.

"Well then, well, then I'll take you to have a look."

"Xiaobao, you can go with us too."

Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Okay, let's go together."

Together with them, Yang Xiaobao returned to the sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus was dug out by Yang Xiaobao, but it has not been buried yet.

The expert inspected it carefully and said, "This sarcophagus is actually made of stones, and it didn't take half a day."

"It is estimated that it was buried after the war." The director of the county cultural center said.

The expert from the provincial capital nodded: "It looks like this, there is a possibility."

"But where are the other dead soldiers?" Zhang Shengli asked curiously.

The curator of the county cultural center smiled wryly and said, "We also have some doubts about this question."

Yang Xiaobao suddenly thought of someone, and said to Zhang Shengli: "Why don't you let Mr. Fugui come, maybe he will remember something."

"Okay, then you guys watch here first, I'll go find Mr. Fugui."

Zhang Shengli said, and ran to the village.

At this moment, Yang Xiaobao heard the sound of suona and firecrackers at the head of the village.

He knew that it was Wang Xing who was going to die.

"Little Treasure, I heard about what happened in Beihe Village." The director of the cultural center said, "I didn't expect that three people died in one day."

"It's because of digging this big pagoda tree." Yang Xiaobao pointed to the tree and said.

"This sarcophagus is so close to this big locust tree, is it also related?" asked the cultural curator.

"That's not so clear."

While they were chatting, Yang Xiaobao saw Zhang Shengli walking over tremblingly supporting the wealthy old man.

They quickly greeted them.

"Uncle Fugui, this is an expert from the provincial capital, and this is the curator of our county cultural center."

Zhang Shengli introduced to the rich old man.

Fu Gui nodded and said, "Okay, okay, if you have any questions, just ask me."

"Old man, I want to ask, do you still have any influence on the war that year?" asked the director of the county cultural center.

The rich old man sighed, and said: "At that time I was still young, and I was hiding on the mountain with the adults. I don't know exactly what happened down there, but the gunshots I heard all the time are true."

"Then, how long have you been on the mountain?" the expert from the province asked.

"Three days or four days, it's been a long time, I don't remember."

"Oh? So long."

"Yeah, we were all wondering, why did we fight for so long, my brother even went to the bottom of the mountain to take a sneak peek, and saw there were soldiers all the time, so he didn't dare to go back."

Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Three days are enough for many things to happen."