The Yanquan River is not very deep, and the deepest part of the Mogao Grottoes is no more than two meters. The average water depth of the camp is only about one and a half meters.
With Samuel's height of 1.9 meters, this amount of water cannot drown anyone!
But what the CIA group wanted was not to drown him, but to freeze him alive. The outdoor temperature was now about minus 30 degrees, and the northwest wind was blowing hard on the desert without any obstacles.
In this weather, let alone getting wet, even a cold breeze can freeze the tip of your nose off!
Samuel didn't know that he was so strong today. Normally, it would take more than a dozen digs with an ice pick to find clear water, but today it was clear all at once.
Samuel was caught off guard and fell into the river. The sharp ice in the ice hole even pierced his thigh, and the blood suddenly dyed the Yanquan River red.
"God...save me...help..."
The shrill screams woke up the entire camp. In fact, as long as he stood up straight without panicking, his nose would definitely be above the water, which would not drown him at all.
But there was panic, he was frightened, and then there was the biting cold... The sharp ice cubes collided with each other and drilled into his clothes. In addition, it was pitch dark and he could not distinguish the situation at all.
In a hurry, Samuel opened his belly and drank... tons, tons, tons... tons, tons, tons... tons, tons, tons...
By the time the British soldiers rushed over to save him, Samuel had poured four to five liters of cold river water into his mouth. This frightened the soldiers, and a group of British people surrounded him and started to climb up. Pull, as soon as he was dragged out of the ice hole, he opened his mouth and vomited out the yellow water.
This smells so bad, I even vomited out my overnight meal.
"Quick, quick, quick...send Mr. Samuel to the tent, light the brazier immediately, and let the Chinese doctor come..."
"What happened? Why the hell did he fall..."
Done! Zuo Zuo was so excited that he almost jumped up. If Xiao Liu hadn't been holding him down tightly, he would have been exposed.
But at this time, in the upper reaches of the river, deep in the reeds, a figure suddenly emerged from the hole in the ice. The soldier who had been lurking next to him for a long time rushed over to the quilt without saying a word, and wrapped the frogman tightly in it. .
"Send away immediately...to Dunhuang County for rescue, and destroy all traces here..."
The water ghost soldier wrapped in cotton was put on the back of a camel and left the Mogao Grottoes via a detour. He drank several pots of liquor, ginger soup and ginseng tea.
Just like that, he sneezed several times. It looked like he would never be able to escape a severe cold!
There was also an agent from the Professional Crime Division who came to destroy the crime scene. He used reeds to block the damaged ice holes and believed that it would be frozen in half a day.
Finally, I evenly smoothed the footprints and man-made traces with fine sand, and walked backwards into the desert little by little.
Just when the CIA was destroying the evidence, the camp was already in a quarrel. The British soldiers were facing a formidable enemy and all retreated to their tent areas when the situation was unclear. The soldiers distributed live ammunition and began to carefully alert all Chinese.
King Shangtai stood at the door of his tent, looked at the chaos in the distance, sighed and shook his head, "It's better to do it, it's better to do it... Come on, prepare some clothes for me. I'll be the one to wipe my butt!"
The end of the 19th century was the period when the British national power was at its peak. At this time, the British army also had a spirit of vigor, and the soldiers did not look like they would be careless in future generations. The British army at this time was definitely the most elite force in the world.
Faced with the changes, the limited British soldiers responded quickly. They had rich experience in dealing with indigenous rebellions in the colonies, and there were countless examples of victories with fewer troops.
The civilians in Dunhuang were all dumbfounded. They saw that these British big noses had formed a circular defense array with all their horses, camels, wooden boxes, backpacks, etc., guarding the two small tents in the middle. Everyone is gathered here just in case.
A handful of foreign guns were loaded with bullets and placed on the obstacles, and the soldiers and scientific expedition team members were all armed.
Once a Chinese person approaches, these people will yell vigilantly, "Back off... No one is allowed to approach until there is no order from our team leader!"
"Doctors can come, but they have to search you... queue up for a search..."
"All the food that was delivered is sitting outside waiting for our inspection..."
There is no mercy at all. All British people act in accordance with military drills, even if there is only one class!
King Shangtai walked to the gate of the British camp, looked at the British army facing a formidable enemy, and sighed in his heart, it is no accident that this nation can finally become an empire on which the sun never sets.
Just look at this army. Everything they are doing now is in an orderly manner, which shows that they have experienced many such accidents. They must have encountered too many assassinations in the battles between the colonies and the indigenous people.
"Gentlemen... I am the king of the ancient Ryukyu Kingdom. You know my identity very well... I think your ban does not include me, right?"
"Shall I go and see Sir Samuel? You will not doubt me, will you?"
Sure enough, noble status has its privileges. No matter how arrogant the Europeans are, they still have to be polite when facing the king of a centuries-old country. The soldiers lowered their guns to show that they did not dare to challenge the king's dignity.
"Dear Your Majesty, please forgive our vigilance... Of course you can go in, but I want to remind you that Sir Samuel's fall into the water is very strange. We suspect murder..."
King Shang Tai frowned and said, "Whether it is a murder or not can only be decided after investigation. No one can say it right... Now get out of the way and I will go visit Mr. Samuel!"
The British still had to give the king face. After King Shangtai entered the tent, he found that Samuel had been stripped naked and dried, and stuffed in a thick fur.
The thigh punctured by ice is being bandaged, and the doctor sent by Zuo Zongtang is beginning to prepare herbal medicine for torture.
Samuel's face was red from the cold, his lips were blue, his whole body was shaking and he was stuttering. The blond-haired assistant beside him was protesting angrily.
"Sir, we can't trust Chinese doctors. They all use witchcraft. What kind of disease can you tell by just putting your fingers on your wrist? Can you cure the disease by boiling some choking hay in water?"
"I propose to return to China immediately and go to Beijing immediately..."
Samuel shuddered, "Don't... don't say that... Mr. Wang... my family... my family used to be a royal doctor... I..."
"My previous typhoid fever... was... cured by him... I... I believe him..."
"Hello...your majesty...you are here..."
At this time, people saw King Shang Tai walking in. The blond assistant suddenly became furious. He actually forgot about the difference in status and started yelling.
"This is murder! There must be a murderer in this camp... You are the most suspicious, how dare you come?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a scream, a cold light flashed, a sharp saber was placed on his neck, and a few strands of golden hair fell in the wind.
