Zhang Zhuxun looked at the locator found in the statue of God Congxin with a dark expression.
It turned out that this was the idea of the Germans.
"Young Patriarch." Luo Gongbu's voice woke him up from his thoughts, "What is the thing hidden in this statue?"
"Locator." Zhang Zhuxun quickly removed the battery and wiring in the black square and said in a deep voice, "This thing should be the most advanced equipment in the hands of the Germans. Based on the depth of our current location, I'm not sure they Can you accurately locate this place? To be on the safe side, you should inform the Danhe clansmen to prepare early. I’m afraid there will be a tough battle to be fought next.”
Luo Gongbu was puzzled, "To get here, you first have to dive more than 300 meters from the deep stream of the glacial lake. After entering from the abandoned volcano crater at the bottom of the lake, continue downstream for more than 100 meters. Then you can dive through a natural mountain crack. Swim in and follow the underground river upstream for a long time until you finally reach the mountain. Moreover, the water is protected by Maponim, so outsiders will never be able to enter here."
When he came in, there was Maponim, a thick living submarine. Zhang Zhuxun didn't have a clear sense of the surrounding environment. He could only judge whether it was going up or down by the inclination of Maponim's body.
He thought for a while and asked Logombu, "If I want to enter here, besides walking through the waterway, is there any other way near the ice lake?"
The Germans only had an accurate map from outside the mountains to Wenbu Gongga Lake, and their targets would only be placed nearby.
Luo Gongbu thought for a moment, "If it's near the ice lake, there's only Ice Burial Cliff."
"Is there a direct passage to here under the Ice Burial Cliff?" Zhang Zhu asked urgently.
"That's not the case." Luo Gongbu explained, "Let's put it this way, in fact, the ice burial cliff on the shore of the ice lake is equivalent to the side door of a huge house, leading directly to the main burial peak, but here There are many mechanisms along the way, and there are copper bell arrays at the entrance and exit. You need to activate the mechanism to introduce water from the underground river to prevent the bells from being touched."
"Moreover, the entrance to Ice Burial Cliff is not generally hidden. With the young patriarch's ability, he went in and out twice without noticing it. It is even less likely that those foreigners will find it."
After hearing what he said, Zhang Shuxun felt a little relieved. The human body is limited by its physiological structure. Even specially trained people can dive into deep water to a maximum depth of more than two hundred meters. Even if they can locate this depth , it is extremely difficult to avoid Maponim's tour and find a location to enter.
Nowadays, the only common burial entrance handed down by the Kangbalo people is here under the ice lake. The entrances to other snow peaks are thousands of miles away from here. Without the unique tattoo guidance on the clan leader, even Luo Gongbu and other Kangbalo people who are familiar with the terrain If the Balor people go looking for it, they will eventually get lost in the vast snowfield.
In this way, their focus only needs to be on preventing the entrance to the Ice Burial Cliff.
When the Germans entered the snow-capped mountains this time, they must have come with the intention of obtaining Combalo's secrets, and those sent in must be a large number of the most elite members of Quiet Company.
Zhang Zhuxun's voice was as cold as cold iron, "Dan has to be busy burying the old patriarch. Don't disturb him. Let Bai Lingdang take the people there. After training for so long, it's time to come out and make a difference."
"It's best to intercept and kill them directly in the Nightmare Beast Gorge."
Zhang Zhuoxun put away the broken statue, looked at the flowing underground river with an expressionless face, and uttered cold words, "Don't dirty the water of the holy lake."
Luo Gongbu's expression condensed and he nodded, "Yes, we will do our best to live up to the young patriarch's trust."
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But he said that it was in the Lama Temple on the other side.
One night passed, and the entire glacial lake had frozen, leaving no trace on the bare ice surface.
Except for the room locked by the iron door, Zhang Haixing checked all other places, but found nothing of value.
The fat man found a hammer and knocked open the ice to get water. After heating it, he called Wu Xie to come over and wash up quickly.
Since they were not in a hurry today, the two of them ignored Zhang Haixing and the others. They just had breakfast and continued to get back into their sleeping bags to recharge their batteries.
After waking up from an uneasy sleep, Wu Xie found that the sleeping bag beside him was empty. He got up and took a look, and found that the fat man was standing by the window, looking down at something.
The charcoal fire in the room has not been put out. Wu Xie's throat is extremely dry and itchy, and his nose seems to be blocked by ashes, making him feel stuffy and having trouble breathing.
He picked up the water jar next to his head and saw that there was still water in it. He drank it all in one breath. He turned to look at the boiling water on the stove, then went over to take a cup and let it dry. Then he walked to the window and asked the fat man where he was. What to look at.
The fat man replied in a hoarse voice, "We don't have much dry food with us. I don't know if there are any fish in the lake. I just took this time to catch one or two. It's not enough to fill our stomachs, but it's good to satisfy our hunger."
The fat man was already very angry. He drank a lot of ginseng and ginger soup to keep out the cold. The air was dry, and his nose had been bleeding intermittently since he got up this morning. He had no choice but to stuff two balls of wet cotton into his nose to moisten it, and kept using it. The result of mouth breathing is that your voice seems to be rusty when you speak.
After hearing what he said, Wu Xie also looked down and felt that this idea was feasible. Anyway, there was still some time, and it was far away from the corpse in the canyon. The fish might not have picked up the food there.
He asked the fat man, "What do you use to make a nest?"
The fat man turned his head and glanced at Zhang Haixing, who was sitting by the stove leaning on his backpack. Feng was not on this floor. He probably went to the third floor to study the magical Tibetan culture.
"Follow me, Fatty has something up his sleeve." He greeted Wu Xie, turned around and took out the engineering shovel from his backpack, removed the shovel head, and connected the tubes of the two shovels to make a fishing rod.
Zhang Haixing heard the noise and opened his eyes to look at them, "What are you doing?"
"Hunting for wild food, let's go together?"
The fat man dug out the nylon thread used to suture trauma from the medical bag, pulled out two long pieces, and asked Wu Xie to hold one end while he held the other end, twisting the single strand into two strong strands.
Zhang Haixing frowned and said, "Pay attention to safety and don't go too far."
The fat man responded indifferently, and asked Wu Xie to come down to the first floor, running towards the frozen meat that had been dried into sticks hanging on the wall.
"Fat Master saw it when we came here the day before."
The fat man jumped up, grabbed a "stick" and pulled it down with gravity, "It has been frozen for so long, people can't eat it, but they can survive as bait."
Wu Xie gave him a thumbs up, picked up the broken ax standing in the corner, chopped the freeze-dried meat into as fine pieces as possible, and then mixed the minced meat with some Tibetan rice wine he had on his body.
He had fished with his second uncle in winter before. When the weather was cold, fish had a low appetite for food, so the bait for making nests had to be stronger in flavor. Tibetan rice wine had a stronger flavor and penetrated faster, making it easier for fish to come looking for food. (End of chapter)
