The Most Thrilling Tomb Tour: Tomb Raider

Chapter 41 The Disappeared Squad (1)
Thinking about it, there is no turning back when you open the bow. Now that you are in the car, then there is the destination.

The further south we went, the hotter we were, the jackets we brought were useless at all, and we were already sweating profusely when we arrived in Tengchong.

Tengchong is an important point in the southwestern border. China’s India-Myanmar Expeditionary Force used it as a stronghold in the past, and has been advancing towards Myanmar in the south. Now the mountain villages here have no smoke, and there is a peaceful scene everywhere.

As soon as we got out of the station in Tengchong, we saw farmers selling local specialties beside the station.

The fat man had already drank all the water in the car, and now the sun at noon made him extremely thirsty, so he said to an old Lisu man who was setting up a tea stall, "Master, give me two bowls of this tea!"

The old man handed him a bowl of tea. I saw that the tea was green and clear, with a tangy fragrance, so I couldn't help myself and Xiang Ru also brought a bowl, picked it up and took a sip, heh!That is a fragrance!

"Old man, what's the name of this tea?" Fatty and I couldn't help asking.

"Cool milled pot tea, our specialty in Tengchong, how does it taste?" the old Lisu said with a smile.

"It's really good, very good!" We were full of praise for the bowl of tea in our hands.

"OK! VERYGOOD!" A tall foreigner with blond hair standing next to us drinking tea with us couldn't help giving his thumbs up happily.

"It's a terrible time these days. Foreigners can also taste tea." The fat man and I laughed.

"Why can't we Americans drink Chinese tea? I like China, and China is my second hometown!" The foreigner suddenly spoke fluent Mandarin, which made everyone stunned.

"Human spirit, what is this?" The fat man stuck out his tongue at me.

"It's called China Hands!" Xiang Ru said with a smile from the side.

"Miss, you are right! I know China's 5000-year history very well, and I love Chinese culture!" The foreigner smiled at us, and then recited the dynasty song, and everyone present applauded and cheered. The foreigner kept laughing.

"Hey! Amazing!" The fat man was surprised and said, "Then I'll test you, do you know where Tengchong is?"

"In ancient times, this was the hub of Southwest China and the starting point of the Southwest Silk Road. It was once occupied by the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War, and later became the base of the China-India-Myanmar Expeditionary Force. What else do you want to ask?" The foreigner raised his eyebrows proudly Said to us, this has attracted a sound of admiration from the people around.

"Mom! Who told you this knowledge?" The fat man asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"My grandfather was a lieutenant in the Burmese Army under the leadership of General Stilwell of the United States. He was stationed here with their troops. He told me these stories." The foreigner shrugged. replied.

We never expected that his grandfather was one of the American soldiers brought by General Stilwell to aid China. Xiang Ru was next to me, and I understood right away, and said to the foreigner: "Can I Take a step to speak?"

"Of course!" The foreigner smiled and walked out with us.

"Hello, my name is Sun Zhijiang. He is my friend Pan Xianghui, and that is his sister Pan Xiangru." It was the first time I introduced myself to a foreigner, and I stretched out my hand uncomfortably due to the solemn etiquette.

"Oh, hello, my name is George. John, are you here for a tour?" John asked looking at us with those sincere blue eyes.

"Well, we're here to find something, to put it bluntly, it's archaeology." Lying is a good game for Fatty and I, and we rushed to say.

"Oh! That's great! My grandfather asked me to come from the United States to find his old comrade-in-arms, Second Lieutenant Tom. He disappeared here, but I don't know how to get there. Can you take me to find him? ' asked John naively.

We immediately stood there looking at each other, thinking that he would guide us, but we didn't expect that this foreigner didn't know how to go.

"Then do you know the place where Mr. Tom died?" I thought about what John said, and asked suddenly.

"My grandpa told me that he remembered the last time they launched a fierce attack on the Japanese army at a place called Mengchong. Tom and some comrades in arms disappeared there. Later, my grandpa led many people to find them, but they were never found again. .”

"Oh?" My eyes lit up, and then I looked at Ru and Fatty, and then asked: "Then we can take you there, maybe there is something we are looking for."

John happily held my hand after hearing this: "Thank you so much, this is my grandfather's wish."

I intuitively feel that the disappearance of this second lieutenant named Tom is very likely to be related to the secret base of the Japanese special operations department we are looking for.

Along the way, we happily talked about China’s 5000-year-old splendid history and culture with John. After chatting for a while, we realized that this guy came to China to study and majored in Chinese language and literature. No wonder he spoke authentic Mandarin.

This guy has a deep understanding of Chinese history. From Tang Yao, Yu Shun to Guangxu Xuantong, he can tell one thing or two, and we can laugh from ear to ear along the way.

According to passers-by, that Mengchong is the closest place in Tengchong to Myanmar. The junction with Myanmar is bounded by several hills. There are several ethnic minorities such as Lisu and Dai living nearby, but there is not so much folk trade with Myanmar. Closely, most people make a living from farming and tobacco.

We inquired all the way to the border between China and Myanmar, and chatted with an old man sitting at the door of his wooden house. When we learned that we were looking for Mengchong, the old man pointed in front of us: "Here, here it is. .”

Everyone stood under the shade of the tree and looked around. There was a small and flat open land in front of it, with some tobacco and rice planted around it, and a few families scattered there.Going forward is a large dense tropical rainforest, surrounded by a few green hills in the distance.

We asked the old man again whether there was a battle here during World War II. The old man smoked a hookah made of a thick bamboo tube, thought for a while and said: "It happened this time. I still remember that the little Japanese stabbed my father and mother alive with bayonets. The scene of death, our village was almost killed by them at that time, alas!"

After saying a few words, the old man didn't want to recall any more, and looked deeply at the hills in the distance.

"Master, what happened afterwards?" Xiang Ru asked, and then added: "Don't worry, think about it slowly, give this to your little granddaughter." After finishing speaking, the fat man took out two boxes from his pocket. Cube sugar, and handed it to the cute little granddaughter who was squatting next to the old man.

These are what Lao Zhongtou taught us before we left. It is said that Tengchong is close to Myanmar, in the deep mountains and old forests. Geographical conditions determine that this place is not so rich, so I brought along the rare sugar cubes at that time. It is much easier to ask the old man who shows the way.

"Later..." The old man exhaled a faint smoke ring, looked at the hill and said, "Later, some soldiers came, and some foreigners like your friend, they escorted the young and old in the village to the distant place. We young and middle-aged people voluntarily stayed and built fortifications for them.”

"Those little Japanese have already repaired fortifications in the woods in front of our village. Our army and foreign soldiers wanted to set fire to them, but it rained for several days in a row, and then they bombarded them with cannons. , but Little Japan's fortifications were repaired very well, and there was no loss. Later, an American officer couldn't bear it anymore, so he called the army to join him and rushed into Little Japan's fortifications to fight them hand to hand. But Little Japan was fierce Very soon, one bayonet can hold up to several, and we killed a lot of people before we wiped them all out..." The old man continued, his eye circles were slightly red.

"Damn it, these sons of bitches..." the fat man cursed through gritted teeth.

"Wait, what did you just say?" I suddenly felt something wrong with what the old man said just now: "The fortifications they built in that rainforest?"

"Yes." The old man looked at me suspiciously.

"And what about those hills across the way?"

"There seems to be no one guarding it all the time. They are guarding the surrounding hills and rainforest. Are you going?"

"Oh, we want to learn more about the war launched by the Japanese militarism, and go to these places where there were fierce battles to experience it." The fat man took the words and said to the old man.

"Oh, not to mention your outsiders, we locals rarely go in this forest. They used to sell things in Burma, but everyone would rather take a detour than go through this forest. I advise you not to go there either. " said the old man, frowning tightly.

I suddenly thought of something, quickly thanked the old man, and called everyone to walk forward together.On the way, I asked John again to confirm that his grandfather's comrade-in-arms, Second Lieutenant Tom, disappeared in this area.

What puzzles me is that looking at the geographical environment in front of me, according to the tactics of ancient military strategists, it is very necessary to occupy the commanding heights.You know, the occupation of those commanding heights is bound to create a strong resistance to the expeditionary force's advance into Burma, but the old man said that Little Japan did not occupy the mountains opposite, but set up fortifications in the rainforest below the mountains.

I think there must be some unknown secret hidden in that mountain, because all the fortifications mentioned by the old man seem to be covering that mountain, so it seems that there are no fortifications on the mountain because the Japanese are afraid that it will be attacked by Allied artillery attack.

I told everyone about this idea, and they all thought it made sense. The old man finally told us that some soldiers like Tom were missing here.John felt that these clues also pointed out that there must be some secret hidden in the mountain.

This rainforest is very dense, with ginkgo, cocoa, rubber trees and many python-like ivy entwined around them.Under the trees were waist-high bushes, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of moss and lichen, and a thick layer of fallen leaves.

It was evening, and there was no sound in the surrounding area, except that occasionally a few birds homing home made a few calls on the high branches. The calls were like human laughter, which startled us suddenly.

I suddenly felt itchy on my calves, so I lifted my trouser legs and looked, and my whole body was covered with goose bumps.I saw many swollen black and red mountain leeches on the calf, as thick as the head of a little finger. The heads had already penetrated deeply into the flesh, and they were greedily sucking my blood.

Everyone was terrified when they saw it, and quickly rolled up their trouser legs, only to realize that at some point, everyone's legs were covered with these disgusting things, and the wounds cut by these guys were bleeding bright red. Blood.

The fat man and John were about to grab them with their hands angrily, but I quickly stopped them.You can't pull this thing with your hands. Once you pull its mouthparts, it will stay in the skin, which will cause your wound to fester and inflame.

I lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and then burned it fiercely at these nasty vampires.Immediately, I saw them curled up into a small ball one by one, rolling and falling from us one after another.

Fortunately, when we got off the bus in the county, we bought some Yunnan Baiyao, and each of us sprinkled some on the wound, which stopped the bleeding.

(End of this chapter)