wild star

Chapter 81
Outside the white clouds are gray, and the sun and the moon are dark in the cow dung shed.

Zhao Yanling slept refreshed.He deliberately took Zhang Yanjun to sleep in the wild last night, but after all, there were wild beasts around, so he couldn't sleep well.It wasn't until dawn that he fell asleep peacefully for a while.

He got up from the blanket made of sheepskin, greeted everyone he saw, and ran a long way to find an off-road vehicle to fetch a bucket of water for washing.Clean up the dandruff-flying long hair, take a cheap new T-shirt from the bag and put it on, and throw the dirty one directly into the trash can in the car.

The temporary staff headquarters built by thatched huts is gloomy, Mai Qingqian is powerless, Zhuang Zheng is as timid as a mouse, and the others can't count on it.Only Zhang Yanjun's eyes were burning, and his fingers were flying like flying in the notebook.

It was only because Zhao Yanling had ordered that, as long as there was something to be done, they would be allowed to make troubles as long as they did not violate the laws of the Tan Kingdom and did not use violence.

In a foreign country, he must consider the personal safety of several people.

Zhuang Zheng babbled and made useless persuasion: "In Africa, lion and rhino breeding is an alternative war zone. Animal protection organizations and environmentalists continue to join the battle group, and people are constantly kicked out of the battle. If possible , then Juan can’t drive anymore, how can we wait until we do it..."

The young Zhang Yanjun glanced at him and muttered in a low voice, "Shuzi's inadequacy and strategy."

Zhao Yanling said to Mai Qingqian: "Go and take pictures, and have a good talk with Wakukumi. The scenery here is good, and there is no danger. After enough pictures, we will continue to go north."

Mai Qingqian couldn't bear this atmosphere, and left from Shan Ruliu, and Zhuang Zheng's gourd girl was not there, he finally seized the opportunity to mention the sheepskin map: "Money is a hero's courage, let's talk about something practical, researching and researching treasures .”

Zhao Yanling took out the map and spread it on the small wooden table.Zhuang Zheng's slumped halo disappeared, like seeing a herbivorous lion exuding incomparable power, and the familiar territory made him confident.

He took out a piece of paper with grids from under the laptop, took out a signature pen and began to draw and write on the map, and he muttered nervously: "My brain is not as bright as Xiao Zhang's. When I first learned Quezalcoa astrology Using the most stupid substitution method is like learning English and translating every word into Chinese characters.”

Zhao Yanling tapped his fingers on the table: "Zhang Yanjun is a dog-headed military adviser, responsible for strategic deployment. You are a specific planner, responsible for tactical planning. I am the executor, and everything depends on me. Before the treasure hunt, we are grasshoppers on a rope, so ah The most important thing for you, Lao Zhuang, is to participate in the removal of Juan. This is the first step for Zhang Yanjun to make a change. Whether it succeeds or not, it is worthy of encouragement. I have said it all. So what are you afraid of?"

In fact, Zhao Yanling, who has a heart as strong as iron, also had a fire burning in his heart when he saw the miserable situation of the rhinoceros.Killing cows is nothing more than a nod to the ground, if you really kill them, let them suffer alive, what a sin.According to Zhang Yanjun's investigation, Juan, the owner of the rhino camp, was originally in South Africa, and South Africa issued a policy that even the rhinos that were farmed could not be taken alive for their horns.Juan shamelessly expressed that the rhino horns are like human nails, as long as the fingers are not cut off, they will grow back.If the rhino must be killed, what is it not to do with wool?Then he moved to East Africa.Not all rhino horns are cut off from the root, and many only need to be cut in the middle.

Zhuang Zheng pretended not to hear, as if he was really immersed in solving his incomparably exquisite astrology puzzles.He continued: "In Quetzalcoa astrology, a year is not 365 days, but only 290 days. Of the 12 months in a year, 10 months have only 24 days, and the other two months have 25 days. The horizontal line presses The vertical line is a solid point, and the vertical line is a virtual point..."

At each intersection, the solid dots represent the righteous gods, and the dots represent the evil gods. The calculation method is binary. With the feathered snake god in the picture as the center, Zhuang Zheng drew a concave triangle on the paper, which looks like a fish-scale dart. drawing paper.

Soon, the paper was densely packed with dots, and the connection was difficult to understand.According to him, the four polygons in the picture represent the direction of the Feathered Serpent in four seasons, but the auspicious position is centered and unchanged.The trouble is to calculate which day is today based on 290 days. According to Quezalcoa's astronomical calendar, the declination angle of the Feathered Serpent can be found, and there will not be much difference within a month.And the righteous god must press the evil god at an angle of 30 degrees. When superimposed together, the secret of the treasure map is basically solved.

"In the evening, if it's sunny, I can calculate the date by observing the stars, and it's not difficult to find the treasure place." Zhuang Zheng excitedly said.

Zhang Yanjun and Zhuang Zheng both had work to do, Zhao Yanling was bored, walked out of the shed, and Watukumi came to meet him.

He said that Chief Malik invited him, and Zhao Yanling smiled. Is the chief who has never seen the end of the dragon finally going to show his face?

Chief Malik's height is not so exaggerated, only 1.8 meters in his early years, with deep wrinkles on his face, and a bowed mustache. He is ordinary and lacks the momentum of a superior.He is bending over the drying coffee beans and cashew nuts on the sisal blanket. The Maasai do not do farming, but they collect tree crops and sell them.

"Hu Jiangbo." Zhao Yanling is learning and selling now.

The chief said in fluent English: "Hello, I heard that the elephants took you to their burial place?"

Zhao Yanling, who was ignorant and ignorant, was shocked. It turned out that the jungle was the legendary elephant tomb?The old elephant was seriously injured. It turned out that it was lying there waiting to die.

Putting down the stick and rolling the bracelet on his wrist to his forearm, Malik said: "It is said that wild elephants will only bring those blessed by the spirit of all things into the elephant tomb. Ready to deal with Juan, the boss of the rhino camp."

"I didn't know it was the Elephant Tomb." Zhao Yanling replied honestly, without a trace of contempt on his face. "Juan deserves what he did. We'll do our best. But to be honest, I can't do anything about him. I don't intend to use any violence or break the law. My friend is planning this. It might cause him some trouble."

Malik brushed the hem of the beam card on his shoulders, and took out the machete from his waist with a clang.

Draw your sword against each other when you disagree?Zhao Yanling was taken aback: "I have something to say."

Malik turned around and handed the handle to him: "As a reward for saving Ali, this knife is given to you. It was left to me by my father, and it has been passed down for two generations..."

Malik's father was not a Maasai, but an Iranian. To escape the disaster, he moved to East Africa and married a Masai girl, so he is of mixed race, no wonder he is short in height.

Zhao Yanling took it, feeling like a dog's leg knife.But the blade is narrower and longer, the handle is made of buffalo horn, and the tail is decorated with a gold-plated handguard to prevent it from falling off.

What is rare and precious is the forging pattern on the blade, the best steel Zhao Yanling has seen before is nothing more than hundred-refined gun steel, but it is incomparable to the steel edge of the knife in front of him.The finely layered patterns on it are as exquisite as silk and satin, as beautiful as the stars in the night sky.

Malik said his father was a knifemaker, an ancestral forge.There is a difference between the knife and the current dog-leg knife. It is more like the Kopis used by the ancient Greeks. It removes the bulky and inflexible characteristics of the dog-leg knife, but it is powerful enough to kill.The pattern is a crystalline pattern, the hardness of the bright part exceeds that of glass, and the carbon content of the dark part is about 1.5%. The light and dark texture makes the knife extremely sharp and not easy to break, and there are extremely fine serrations invisible to the naked eye on the blade. .

Before that, Watakumi said nothing, not wanting the original chief to hold back a big gift to pay each other.

Zhao Yanling felt embarrassed: "This is a bit expensive."

Malik didn't finish his sentence: "Knife is nothing, I am going to invite you to be the honorary chief of our Malik tribe. Don't rush to refuse, because of Tan's protection these years, we have stopped hunting elephants for a long time. But elephants have a long lifespan and hold grudges. The old feud between us makes it like a enemy. The old elephant that was injured was forced to attack us first. Elephants usually have two elephant tombs in a group. , facing each other from north to south. This is the tomb of the southern elephants. Because they are guarded by our tribe and no outsiders disturb them, they would rather take risks and stay in our territory. The place where you and your friends picked up Tanzania, there is actually a Tanzania Sanglan Mine!"

Although Zhao Yanling had some guesses, his ears were still ringing.

What kind of family, there is a mine at home?

Malik really has mines.No wonder the seemingly expensive scimitar is given away at hand. People who can treat money like dirt are really rich people.

"Some people have been able to get the friendship of elephants before, but they didn't hear who they brought into the elephant tomb. You were the first. We discovered Tanzania first, and then we knew that there was an elephant tomb. So, I have two One request. First, you can't leak Tanzanlan's affairs. Second, you are the closest person to the spirit of all things. I hope you can mediate and let us share that place with the elephant herd. It can be done, You are the honorary chief of our Malik tribe."

(End of this chapter)