Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The scale of the house wasn't big, so the Letian Bank's branch name wasn't very big. The Chinese style courtyard didn't even have a floor, and only over a hundred Russian Army soldiers had flipped through the entire area.

The Amami Oshima was basically an island formed from a mountain range, there were very few plains, and the few towns there were all built in the middle of the mountain ridges with gentle slopes, or small plains created by rivers.

Flatland was a very rare and upper-class land in the Amami Oshima. The majority of the houses were built on the basis of the mountains, and even the courtyards of the Letian Firm were higher than those of the first floor.

The vault was built in the third courtyard and was hidden in a very ordinary gray and green brick house. However, when people rushed in, they discovered that there was a special cave inside.

On both sides of the large cabinets were thick books filled with accounts, on the floor were a few broken abacus plates, as well as overturned ink and paper, etc. In the middle of the floor was a large gray boulder that looked like a grave, but upon closer inspection, one would realize that it was a block of cement that had been completely poured and solidified on top.

"This should be the treasury, it seems like the treasury is located in the ground below the mountain, and the exposed part is only an entrance!" "Go ahead, smash apart this place …"

With the order, the six men, who were 2.2 meters tall, held their hammers and formed two groups as they started to destroy the wall. The muffled sound of hammers striking cement could be heard from inside the bank.

The cement was very heavy, and with every strike, it produced a huge impact, causing the soldiers' arms to go numb. This kind of work was not something a human should do, even if Russian soldier was as big as a bear, but when the two of them fought for ten minutes, they would have to switch to another group.

The rest of the soldiers weren't idle either. They continued to search every wall of the bank, every tile for clues.

"Sir!" Come and see... There is a layer on the wall... "There's a hidden door here …" Following the roar, the people saw a soldier with a hammer smashed a hole in the white wall, revealing a meter-wide tunnel.

"Gold coins!" "There are indeed gold coins here …" Everyone was surprised to find that apart from the scattered account books, there were quite a few silver and gold coins scattered on the floor.

A group of soldiers pushed their way in like madmen, desperately trying to pick up the gold coins on the ground. Such a large gold coin was enough for an ordinary soldier to eat and drink in Moscow for a month.

"Bastard!" What are you fighting for! "Then he'll just pull out the troublemakers and shoot him …" Just then, a voice came out from outside the house. Turning his head to look, it was actually Molière Demon Face, who had brought the commander in chief's aide with him as he walked in.

Russian soldier was not afraid of blood battles, but he was very afraid of Molière. This was because he had successfully displayed his abnormal state to everyone in Belait, whether it was in the grain depot or the corpse that was fused with the gold. Everything this Frenchman displayed could only be described as abnormal.

The warriors of the Sand Country could fight with the Devils, but they hated this kind of pervert the most. They would rather fight with lions to avoid this kind of sticky venomous snake, not to mention his face was extremely ugly.

Furthermore, Molière was accompanied by the commander in chief's assistant, the red-haired major was one of the toughest people to mess with.

The soldiers who were fighting for the gold coins retreated out of the holes in the wall, carefully wiping the walls to get out. In the end, Molière waved at the soldier in the lead. "You! "Come here, show me the thing in your hand …"

The soldier walked to Molière's side unwillingly. Looking at the red-haired major's cold gaze, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and then spread his hands.

There was a gold coin in his palm. On the surface, there were potholes with characters that no one could recognize. The top of the gold coin looked like an ancient times.

Molière's eyes lit up. He held the gold coin closer to Sunlight and looked at it confidently, "Oh god, so beautiful, so beautiful …"

"Kid, do you know what kind of gold coin this is?" Molière's question got him to shake his head in confusion. Although these Russian soldier were brave, they used to be serfs. In the past, they had never even seen one with gold coins, let alone one with gold coins.

"Lucky child, this is a gold coin forged by Carthage, a Mediterranean power of the second century BC! The image on it was the famous Hannibal in history! The famous general who led the Carthaginians to defeat the Romans... "

Hearing this, the soldiers were still dumbfounded, not knowing what he was talking about. The world of B.C. was not something these illiterate soldiers could understand. However, the military officers understood what he was saying and their eyes immediately turned greedy.

The gold coins forged by Carthage in honor of Hannibal in the second century BC? Heavens, this historical value far surpassed the original value of gold!

The silly soldier finally understood a little. This gold coin was actually very valuable, but what use was it? Right now, it belonged to this French pervert.

What was unexpected was that Molière actually put the gold coin back into the soldier's hands. "Forget it, this idiot brat's gold coin is very valuable, your discovery gives us hope, so I decided that this gold coin is your reward, you can keep it!"

With that, Molière walked over to the pile of cement and began to carefully measure them.

The young soldier couldn't believe his ears as he held the gold coin. However, a moment later, luck struck his head, and the red-haired major walked up to him and said coldly, "100 gold roubles, in exchange for this gold coin …" You have no choice, because you do not have the ability to protect this gold coin.

Regret filled the eyes of the surrounding officers. The moment they saw the major make his move, they knew that he was the red man in front of the commander, so they didn't dare to snatch him away.

The soldier happily exchanged coins, holding the cheque written by the major in his hand. He knew that as long as he returned to Europe, this piece of paper could be exchanged for 100 gold coins at any bank.

Molière patted the dust off his hands, and said to the soldiers around him. "Continue to smash, this pile of cement has probably frozen for around ten hours, it must be soft inside.

Molière walked to the red-haired major's side and said with a smile, "This gold coin dispels all of my suspicions, Xiao Letian should be an intelligent person, even if he doesn't, there would still be people who do. This kind of cultural relic level of gold coin cannot appear in public."

"All the evidence indicates one thing. This island is truly the Hidden Treasure Island, and the good things that Xiao Letian collected are hidden here …"