At the same time, it was about 1,600 kilometers away from Tianshu Town.

A team of more than 30 people carefully drove eight big green mules forward in the mountains. Most of the team were fully armed soldiers, with only two geological exploration experts in casual clothes.

One is Professor Payet, a 50-year-old French white geologist, and the other is Zheng Yuan, a young expert in his 30s. They wear Australian-style wide-brimmed cowboy hats to block the strong sunlight in the mountains.

The average altitude of this mountain area has reached more than 3,000 meters, the temperature is about a few degrees above zero, and the climate is quite cold.

The expedition captain Li Shuanzhu gasped and stopped to the edge of the rocks to watch. He saw endless mountains in the distance, which were taller and more steep than the mountain area under his feet. The top of the mountain was covered with snow that never melted all year round.

There was a steep mountain range above 4,000 meters. Seeing that it made people feel numb, Li Shuanzhu encouraged loudly;

"Brothers, ahead is a branch belonging to the Central Mountains, called the Forbilan Mountains. Everyone works harder and we will almost arrive in two more days."

Looking at the mountain, there is no way to die, not to mention that there is no way here.

The soldiers and brothers behind him came out of the sparse fir forest one by one, stood on the hillside, gasping heavily, Duan Qirui, who was walking behind, also rushed up, and sat on the stone so tired that he sat on the stone and said, "Captain, take a rest,"

"Okay, everyone rest for a while, eat some dry food and drink water." Li Shuanzhu waved his hand to disband the team, sat next to Duan Qirui, took out the kettle on his body and took a few sips, and handed it to Duan Qirui.

Duan Qirui took the kettle and took a few big sips, and said with his hand a wet chin, "Brother Shuanzhu, we have been wandering around this mountain for more than ten days. I see, Borgkamp is also a little dizzy. Maybe this bastard took us around in circles. Do you think there is such a possibility?"

Li Shuanzhu frowned and thought for a while, saying, "It's not clear to people's hearts. It's meaningless to deceive us. If the mine really exists, the Dutch ghost guys will never get it. This is a harm to others and not self-interest. I think Borgkamp's desire to survive is very strong and will not joke about his own life."

"This makes sense, but why do you take us around in the mountains?"

"Be more patient, you're all over the place. Not to mention that you've only been here once, even those who live here all year round may get lost. Borgkamp said that there is a crescent-shaped mountain lake near the mine. Now I have to find this crescent-shaped lake, otherwise it will be difficult to locate where it is?"

"Brother Shuanzhu, this is not enough. The supplies we carry with us can't last for 10 days. Look at these big green mules, you have to think of a way."

"Brother Qirui, what are your opinions?"

"I have figured out a solution, do you think it's okay?" Duan Qirui pulled off the wide-edged cowboy hat on his head, and the hair on his head was wet with sweat, and the faint heat was steaming. He slapped the cool breeze a few times and said, "These big green mules are too cumbersome. Let's find a place with streams in the valley to set up a temporary forest land, and put the big green mules and logistics supplies in the camp. The brothers divided into several groups to go lightly, and they carried a week of supplies and lightly on the road. There are no other tough characters in this mountain except for wolves. I don't think there is any need to bring a rifle, just carry a revolver and defend it with you. Search forward for three days, no matter whether you find Crescent Lake or not, you will return once you arrive in three days. Do you think this is OK?"

At that time, from Paris to Lorraine, from Ovigny to Provence, emotional anarchists occupied the cities and villages, and sent many nobles to the guillotine indiscriminately, and many officers who once fought for France, dyed the earth red with blood. This was a sad moment.

At this time, the German occupation forces were like sitting on a crater. They released more than 700,000 French prisoners of war for their own interests and armed them with guns and cannons.

The army returned to Paris and counterattacked the former revolutionaries. They killed corpses in cities and villages, bleeding countless blood.

That year, I fled France with my wife and children and boarded a cruise to Australia. Because many people made a fortune by rushing gold, I also wanted to try my luck."

Having said this

Professor Patere shook his head mockingly and continued, "Dreams and reality are separated from insurmountable gullies, and I only understand when I arrived at the Victoria Gold Mine;

I am not a respected geology professor here, and knowledge is useless here, I am just an ordinary gold digger.

Without a strong physique, I could not occupy a good position in gold hunting, nor could I even save the fruits of my own labor. I watched my two companions be shot in front of me because they were unwilling to hand over the gold they picked up.

The gold mine is not a place where people like me can stay. They may die quietly by a grass. So after several years, I was hired to teach at Red River Valley University and my life settled down.

The once glorious France has faded in my memory. The Red River Valley is my home. I have a beautiful French villa here, a respected professorship, and a stable and fulfilling family.

I have gone through too much turmoil and killing for most of my life, and I have no attachment to the so-called holy land. No matter what the person who raises his butcher's knife is, he will be equally cruel to kill. All these disputes are so boring.

I just want to live a peaceful life with my wife and children. The Red River Valley is such a beautiful and inclusive city. I like it. It is enough to have the elegant and peaceful life I want."

Professor Pater's eyes stared into the distance and immersed in past memories.

The wind in the valley blows his gray hair. Maybe there are more stories in his heart. This is an old man who only wants to live a peaceful life, but this simple wish has become a luxury in the violent and turbulent social changes, which makes people sigh.

Although Li Shuanzhu is not old, he is very able to understand Professor Pater's mood at this moment. In his 19-year-old life, he experienced a difficult situation that ordinary people can't imagine.

He was born in a remote village in northwest Shandong. He was from a poor family in his childhood, but with the care of his parents and relatives, his life was acceptable.

I remember that at the end of summer when I was 11 years old, locusts flew over the sky and gnawed all the crops that were about to mature in the fields, and no grass grows wherever I pass.

A serious locust plague occurred in my hometown. The villagers went out to beg in groups, and they could only starve to death after staying in the village. The 11-year-old Li Shuanzhu embarked on a wandering journey with his parents, younger brothers and sisters.

My father carried the house with his not tall body. A shoulder pole and a basket filled with pots and pans, and a basket filled with a 6-year-old sister and a 4-year-old brother. A suona and a kettle were hung on the shoulder pole. He carried a heavy shoulder pole and set off on the road.

From summer to autumn, from autumn to winter…

I have seen countless people die along the way, and my 4-year-old brother died of typhoid fever. When I walked all the way to Jinan City, there were black refugees everywhere outside the city. The fierce soldiers did not allow refugees to enter the city. They could only be withered in the cold wind outside the city, and their lives were as hard as grass.

I remember it was a snowy day, and my father finally fell down. He gave most of the food he begged to his wife and children. Long-term malnutrition and overwork crushed the man's backbone. He could no longer play the moving suona to beg for food, no longer shoulder heavy burdens, no longer be able to protect his children and wife...

Not long after

Seeing that the family of three was about to starve to death due to hunger and cold, the mother had no choice but to sell herself and only sell a piece of bread.

Li Shuanzhu still remembers that he and his sister were crying and chasing in the cold wind, but were kicked to the ground by the fierce servants, throwing down a piece of bread mixed with soil, and forcibly loading his mother into a carriage and taking her away.

From then on

11-year-old Li Shuanzhu and 6-year-old sister Li Qiaoer depended on each other and luckily sneaked into Jinan City and spent the cold winter with the alms of kind-hearted people.

But who would have thought that he would lose his sister Li Qiaoer...

That day, the brother and sister begged separately in the lively market. Li Shuanzhu only heard his sister's crying, and when he ran over desperately, he could no longer see anyone.

At that moment, Li Shuanzhu's heart was broken.

He ran around the streets crying and searched everywhere until late at night. Li Shuanzhu, who was only 12 years old, knew clearly that he had lost his sister and could never find her again...

From then on, Li Shuanzhu had a problem, that is, he could walk all day in a lively market, carefully identifying every little girl passing by, hoping that a miracle would happen and that she could meet her sister Li Qiaoer again.

He could never forgive himself in his heart. He could not imagine what his sister would encounter. In that cannibalistic society, he could really eat people...

Destiny changed after entering the Eagle School. Here, Li Shuanzhu met many brothers and sisters, received a comprehensive education, was able to eat and wear warmly, and even traveled across the ocean to Australia...

Thanks to the kind Count, he is the guiding light for Li Shuanzhu's life, and accepting the lonely boy with his broad mind as a kind father. This kind of kindness will never be finished in his life.

Unconsciously

The silent tears were already hanging on her cheeks, and the mountain wind blew coldly. Li Shuanzhu suddenly woke up from the memories and silently wiped away the tears on his face and left...

The night soon came, and the shrill howls of wild wolves came from the valley, echoing from afar.

Out of fear of the wild wolves, the eight big green mules tied in the middle of the camp sniffled uneasy, and were irritated with their hooves to dig the ground, making a "rattle" sound, which made people feel uneasy.

"A row is long."

"arrive."

"Take your brothers to ambush, listen to my orders for a while, and the wolf pack appears and aims. It depends on you whether you can sleep well tonight."

"Don't worry, camp, I, Chen Yong, disciplined it with the wild wolf pack without returning."

"You guys can make a bonfire for me, put the jerky we brought into the pot and cook it, and cook it all out. I don't believe that these hungry wolves will not take the bait."

"No problem, captain, please look!"
Chapter completed!