MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 39 early pioneers

  Chapter 39 Early Pioneers

He Chunhua also added: "I read that ancient documents mentioned that the Chipa Plateau is a double layer of plains, that is, two layers of plains overlap, the second layer is higher than the first layer, and the second layer where the ancient city of Panlong is located is fertile. The melting snow on the high mountains and dense water networks make it a rare plateau water town in the entire Panlong Wasteland!"

   This is of course, if there is no sufficient water source throughout the year, Panlong City will not be able to survive at all.

   "How do we go now?" Nian Songyu asked the national teacher, "It's getting dark."

   In two quarters of an hour at most, the sun will sink below the distant mountains. The light in the ancient city is rapidly dimming.

   "Build the base camp first, and set up a defensive array." Sun Fuping had already planned, "Disband, and find a suitable position."

   "Disband?" He Lingchuan waited a moment, "With such a huge ruin, the risk has not been ruled out!"

   "No need." Sun Fuping said with confidence, "At least the periphery of the city is relatively safe. You don't think we are the first group of people to enter Panlong City in more than a hundred years?"

   That's what you think, naive? He Lingchuan chuckled: "It turns out that there were pioneers long ago, but it's a pity that they all returned without success."

  If they found the treasure, why would they come to Panlong City?

"Not necessarily, they don't necessarily come for Dafang Pot. This kind of ruins often attract treasure hunters. They also record what they have seen and heard here, which can be used as a reference for us." Although the alienated creatures and three corpses in the Panlong Desert are terrifying, they To be honest, as long as you do your homework in advance, it is not an insurmountable problem.

  So there have been visitors to the Panlong ruins, and everyone came here with their own ghosts.

   Just like this team.

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  More than two hundred people searched for a while, and found an open space to settle down.

   This place seems to be a market in Panlong City. There are two entire rows of buildings along the river, row upon row and all side by side, the highest being no more than two floors.

  Of course, the fronts of most of the houses have been damaged, and at least one-third of them have obviously suffered a fire, but a few houses still have plaques, and the writing on the most complete one has been blurred.

  The font is a bit different from today's. It took He Lingchuan a little effort to barely recognize the two words: "Shuang...wine"

   Probably a restaurant.

  The houses here are low and short, and they are all close together, which is very suitable for a temporary camp. After the team settled down, Sun Fuping ordered to rest in place for two hours, and Zeng Feixiong hurried to allocate houses. Several leaders took over the restaurant with the best view and the most windshield, and began to make long-term plans.

   After two days of running around, everyone has time to wash their faces and refresh themselves.

   In the middle of a desert where every drop counts, this is the privilege of leadership. He Lingchuan raised the water bag and quickly took a few sips, pouring the rest on his face: "Damn place, it's hot to death during the day, and freezes to death at night!"

  The typical climate in the desert area is that the temperature difference between day and night is extremely large. In the place of more than 40 degrees at noon, frost will form at night. The sun had already set, and the temperature plunged directly into the water. It was not enough for everyone to put on cotton jackets, and they had to tear down pieces of wood to keep out the cold.

  He shook his head like a dog throwing water, Nian Songyu frowned to avoid the splashing water droplets and said:

   "Time is precious, and it can't be wasted at night. But the ruins are too big. Even if we break up the people, we will have to search for at least several days. What can the National Teacher do?"

  They are not here for an outing, and the water brought by the team is limited, and it is best to use every minute.

  After dusting off the yellow sand and tidying up his appearance, Sun Fuping regained his demeanor as a national teacher, and now he talked freely.

"Racking boxes and cabinets and digging three feet into the ground have already been done by the Baling Xianyou coalition forces and later treasure hunters. We can't do better than them. Therefore, these buildings and houses in the city, Very little search value."

  In the past, after Panlong City was breached, it was massacred. All people and animals were killed, and all property was looted. It took the enemy country more than 30 years to bring it down, and it has long hated it to the bone. If it doesn't indulge in looting several times, it won't be able to vent its anger.

   What's more, they had plenty of time, and they should have scoured the land, but the Dafang Pot was still not found, so from mansions to private houses, it was not a place to hide.

  After hearing this sentence, He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good." Otherwise, they have too few people and Panlong City is too big, so it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. "That is to say, the national teacher already knows where the pot is?"

  The predecessors all returned home without a feather. If Sun Fuping was not fully sure, why would he come here to eat sand from thousands of miles away?

"I don't know the exact location, but I can narrow it down." Sun Fuping pondered for a moment, "I have visited Patriarch Zhu Gen of Baling Kingdom. He has visited Panlong City four times. The earliest time was sixty years ago, and the latest was four Ten years ago. It can be said that he may be the most thorough search of the Panlong ruins after the coalition forces."

   "Power?" He Chunhua grasped the key words.

"In my opinion, the Baling Kingdom has always had some doubts about the Panlong Ruins. Patriarch Zhu Gen himself is also very fascinated by it. He was seventy-five years old when he visited here for the last time, and he stayed for the longest time. There are ten years before and after. Five days brought the most people, said to be over a thousand."

  The more people there are and the longer they stay, the more careful the search for Panlong City will be. It is difficult for them how to guarantee the logistics supply.

   Sure enough, such a large-scale excavation requires the support of the government and the army.

  Everyone also understands that the Lianjun and Patriarch Zhu Gen have already done their homework and cleared the mines for them, and there is no need for a carpet search.

   "Nearly a thousand people are doing well, without any accidents?" He Lingchuan interrupted, "This in itself is very abnormal."

  He Chunhua suddenly said: "It's already dark, and I haven't seen the three corpses yet."

  Now he can still see the three fires on other people's bodies. Obviously, the effect of Du Hunsan has not yet passed. This state is similar to the so-called "opening the eyes of the sky", and he can also see the three corpses.

  But from the time he got on the bridge to entering the city, he didn't even find a single corpse.

   Is that weird in itself?

"Yes, not only are there no three corpses in the city, but there are no other evil spirits. This is the consensus of the previous treasure hunters, so as long as we don't make any big noise here, we are probably safe." Sun Fuping took out a march The naan cakes were baked on the fire.

   Marching naan bread is made of dead flour. The plate is as big as someone's face. When it falls to the ground, it makes a "ping" sound, but it is firm. Its only advantage is that it is not easy to break when it is full. Even if it is baked soft, He Lingchuan feels that the naan is rough and astringent, and it will scratch his throat if he swallows it hard. He could only soak it in hot water to eat, but Sun Fuping broke it into small pieces, chewing without changing his face.

  He is a down-to-earth teacher of the country, and he can live well in fine clothes and fine food, as well as coarse tea and naan cakes.

   "Many of the information I collected came from Zhu Gen. After studying for half his life, he told me personally that the Dafang pot has never been found, and it is likely that everyone went at the wrong time."

  (end of this chapter)