There is really no end to the road.
The violent vibration caused by the avalanche caused a large gap to slant downward on the steep hillside in front of us.
The snowstorm sweeping through the sky had arrived.
Without thinking too much, everyone rushed into the crack in the mountain rocks.
The crack was very steep.
They didn't expect there was such a big drop below.
The five of them fell down in a pile.
It rolled a few times and landed at the bottom of a big hole.
Then, a huge snow board rolled down from behind, completely blocking the crack in the mountain, stirring up countless snow foam, choking the five people and causing them to cough violently.
The rumbling above the head lasted for a long time before it calmed down.
Listening to this noise, it seemed that there were countless tons of snow covering the top.
It was impossible to distinguish objects in the darkness, and everyone narrowly escaped death.
It took a long time before someone spoke.
He spoke with a Northeastern accent, and you knew it was the big man at first glance: "If you can still breathe, let's make a sound, Lao Hu, Ga Wazi, Liu Gong, Luo Gong, are you all there?"
I felt like my whole body was about to fall apart.
The pain was so painful that I couldn't speak for the time being.
I only grunted twice to show that I was still alive.
Gawa agreed, took out the flashlight, and looked around.
Luo Ning sat on the ground with dull eyes, seemingly uninjured.
Liu Gong fell next to her, his eyes closed and he was unconscious.
His left calf bone was broken.
It was broken, and half of the bones were exposed.
The mountain crevice we fell into was narrow and deep.
It was pitch black outside the range of the flashlight.
We didn’t know what terrain was in the distance.
The big man felt Liu Gong's breath with his hand, shook his hand and said, "It's over, it's over, I'm gone."
I crawled over and touched Liu Gong's carotid artery.
It was true that his heartbeat was gone.
So I sighed and said to the big man, "Let's bury Liu Gong."
I took out the engineering shovel and wanted to dig a hole.
Gawa stopped me and pointed to the ground: "Insects, fire."
Gawa's reminder made me think of the devil-like ladybug.
There were fourteen people in the team, ten of them died in those thrilling minutes.
It seems that the land here cannot be excavated casually.
God knows what is underneath.
What the hell.
But we couldn't just leave the corpses of our companions outside, so we had to adopt a compromise approach.
I used a flashlight to illuminate the area, while Gawa and the big man picked up some gravel nearby and covered it with Liu Gong's body, forming a simple stone tomb for him.
During this process, Luo Ning sat motionless on the ground, quietly staring at Liu Gong's stone tomb.
Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and burst out crying.
The sadness that was suppressed in his heart was like a bursting tide.
Released.
I wanted to persuade her, but I really didn’t know what to say.
Touched by her cries, my nose felt sore and my heart felt like a knife.
I thought of last night, when the team gathered in front of the campfire and sang military songs, that loud and clear song.
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The singing seems to still echo in the ears, but today most of the comrades are buried forever under the large glacier of Kunlun Mountain.
I helped Luo Ning stand up and together we observed a moment of silence for Liu Gong and other comrades.
At that time, no matter what the occasion, Mao Xuan would be quoted.
I took the lead and said: "The sky is white, and the situation of marching in the snow is even more urgent."
The other three people also echoed in unison: "There is a high mountain above us, and the wind blows the red flag to cross the barrier.
Only by sacrificing great ambition can we dare to make the sun and moon change the sky."
Then everyone raised their right fists and swore: "Comrades, comrades, please feel free to go.
Some people's death is lighter than a feather, and some people's death is as heavy as a mountain.
To die for the interests of the people is heavier than a mountain.
You are doing it for the people."
We must inherit the legacy of the revolutionary martyrs, follow your footsteps stained with blood, and carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution to the end.
The final victory will always belong to our workers, peasants and soldiers.”
I was still a new recruit at the time and had never attended a memorial service for a comrade in arms.
I didn’t know what to say.
I just remembered that others would say this in meetings.
In that case, there was no distinction between appropriate and inappropriate.
After a long time, everyone calmed down from the pain and took care of the wounds on their bodies.
Fortunately, they were all minor injuries and did not affect their movements.
After eating a few bites of compressed biscuits, we gathered together to discuss what to do next.
It was impossible to get out of the valley that was trapped by snowboards.
I estimated that the entire valley might have been filled by avalanches, and now we had to find another exit.
Gawa patted the empty bullet bag on her body to indicate that there were not many bullets.
When we went into the mountains, we had to carry a lot of equipment, so the ammunition was at the minimum.
Each person only had three rifle magazines.
After all, it was not a combat mission. , there are no bandits in this area.
Some of the ammunition was thrown away during the avalanche, and now each person only had an average of about twenty rounds of ammunition, and a total of two grenades.
There shouldn't be any wild beasts underground.
It's useless to have too many bullets, as long as they are enough for self-defense.
There is no dry food at all.
I have just eaten everything I can eat.
I must find a way to find an exit within two days, otherwise I will starve to death underground.
Fortunately, Luo Ning still has a compass on his body.
The depth of the mountain gap is beyond imagination.
After walking south for a while, it reaches the end.
The crack in the earth turns to the north.
It feels like walking under a large glacier.
We walked forward in the dark for more than ten hours.
As we walked, the terrain got lower and lower, and the underground space became larger and larger.
Luo Ning measured it with a barometer.
The air pressure data converted into altitude was only more than 400. meters, which is about the same as Sichuan, and far lower than the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau with an average altitude of more than 4,000 meters.
If we continue like this, we may reach the center of the earth.
Finally, the terrain calmed down, and I heard the sound of rushing water, as if there was a large underground river not far away.
Seeing that there was no longer a way downhill, I looked around with my flashlight to see if there was a way up.
Suddenly I found that the light from the flashlight produced many weak reflections on the rock wall, like countless fragments of mirrors.
Same as above.
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Luo Ning exclaimed: "It's mica"
The other three heard what she said about mica and didn't know what it was, but they were frightened by her tone and thought there was some emergency.
They hurriedly blocked Luo Ning behind them and took off five pieces of mica from their backs as quickly as possible.
Type 6 semi-automatic rifle, the bolt was pulled with a few clicks, ready to shoot.
Luo Ningqi said: "What are you doing?"
While holding my gun on guard, I asked Luo Ning: "Where is the male of this female?"
Luo Ning said: "It's not animals, I mean there are crystals all around.
Mica and crystals usually grow in the same formation.
Ah, there are indeed crystals."
Although Luo Ning is mainly responsible for map surveying, he often works with the geological exploration team, and he also knows a lot about geological and mineral knowledge.
The crystals like glass flakes that appear around us are monoclinic crystals.
It can only appear in ancient dual-material rock formations, and Hebei's underground reserves are huge.
But the mica here is extremely dark in color and in the shape of large hexagonal columns.
The quality far exceeds that produced in the mainland.
Judging from the depth of the mica color, the depth we are in is unimaginable.
Luo Ning was attracted by the rare large mica around him.
He looked at this piece and then that piece.
I picked up a small piece and looked at it, but I couldn't see anything worthy of surprise.
At this time, I suddenly heard the big man shouting to Gawa: "Gawa, what are you doing?
Get up quickly."
I took a flashlight and saw Gawa kowtowing in the Tibetan style, with his whole body lying on the ground.
What was this kid doing?
Who was he kowtowing to?
I looked in front of him again and couldn't help but take a breath of air.
There is a "golden" shaped wooden tower made of thousands of giant trees standing underground.
The tower is dotted with countless red flashes.
Looking through those weak flashes, the base of the wooden tower is nearly two hundred meters wide. , made of rammed mud and stone, and the body of the tower is constructed of thousand-year-old cypress wood.
It is divided into nine floors.
Each floor is filled with dry skeletons wearing strange ancient costumes.
There are men, women, old and young.
Every big tree is covered with carvings Tibetan secret texts.
Is this a tomb?
It’s so huge.
Who built it underground?
Luo Ning had been looking at the mica, and when he heard the three of us talking, he came over and watched closely.
I waved my hand to the big man to stop him from interrupting, and continued to ask Gawa: "What kind of tower is this?
Do you recognize the words written on it?"
Gawa kept shaking her head.
I said: "This kid, I don't know why you are kowtowing.
Seeing so many corpses scared you out of your wits."
Gawa had a look of panic on her face, and said in less fluent Chinese: "Hu, Gaxiong, I asked you to tell me, but I will pull you, Larrados, the ninety-nine-story monster building. " I didn't understand the first half of his sentence, but I could hear the last four words clearly.
The purpose of the nine-story demon building is not to bury dead people.
Before Gawa could say anything, Luoning tiptoed back from the tower, made a silent gesture to us, pointed at the tower behind him and whispered to us, don't make any noise to disturb them.
Seeing her serious expression, I knew she might be in trouble, but I didn't know what she was referring to, so I lowered my voice and asked, "What kind of dead person in the tower was disturbed?"
Luo Ning said extremely nervously: "No, they are the kind of fire-bearing ladybugs that sleep on dead bodies.
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There are too many to count."
After listening to Luo Ning's words, I realized that the dense red flashes on the wooden tower turned out to be emitted by the transparent ladybugs.
Although I possess some of the fearless spirit of a revolutionary soldier, when I think of those weird ladybugs, I feel panicked.
This kind of creature that transcends common sense is too difficult to deal with.
The tragic scene in the valley left me with a strong sense of fear.
I made a gesture, and the four of them quietly retreated back to the way they came.
Before taking a few steps, Gawa's feet suddenly slipped and fell into a ditch.
This ditch is very hidden and parallel to our route, so we didn't notice it when we came here.
Although the ditch was only more than one meter deep, Gawa still groaned when he was thrown.
I quickly jumped down to help him and saw Gawa covering her feet with a painful expression on her face.
At this time, Luo Ning and the big man also went down to the ditch respectively.
When they shined a flashlight, they found that Gawa's foot was stabbed by a sharp white bone, and even the shoelaces were pierced through a transparent hole, and the blood was flowing profusely.
The ditch was filled with layers of bones of various animals.
The number was too large to be estimated.
It seems that this ditch should be a burial pit for cattle, horses, sheep, dogs and other animals.
In order not to disturb the ladybugs in the nearby wooden tower, the big man covered Gawa's mouth with his hands to prevent him from screaming.
I pulled out the bones embedded in his feet.
Luo Ning took the first aid bag with him.
Yunnan Baiyao was sprinkled on his wound, and a white bandage was taken out to bandage it to stop the bleeding.
My hands were stained with the blood from Gawa's legs, and I wiped a few handfuls on my military uniform.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind.
The burial pit for cattle and horses was dug very strangely.
It was not square or round, but Dig a long ditch shape, which leads directly to the wooden tower where the corpse is placed.
This shape is exactly similar to a layout called "deception" mentioned in Feng Shui secrets.
If this is the case, then in parallel positions There should also be a burial ditch of the same size on top.
The two burial ditches sandwich the wooden tower structure of the tomb parallel to each other, forming the force of two dragons sucking beads.
Based on this, it can be inferred that the ditch next to it should be some utensils used by the owner of the tomb during his lifetime.
I just don’t know whether these two burial ditches are artificial or naturally formed.
It seems that the latter is more likely.
The nearby river flows loudly.
Judging from the rapids of the river, there is an underground river in the northwest, behind the nine-story demon building, because dragons cannot live without water.
If this is what I expected, then the map of this underground world has long been in my mind, but I just need to find another burial ditch to confirm my inference.
The big man pushed my shoulder: "Lao Hu, what's going on?"
I was lost in thought.
I came back to my senses after being pushed by him.
I asked Luo Ning: "Gong Luo, can you estimate our current location?
Where is it on the map?"
Luo Ning used the compass to make calculations with reference to the map, then pondered for a moment and said: "We have been walking northward underground for more than ten hours.
According to our speed, we have already passed the large glacier above. , should be leaving Kunlun Mountain soon."
I explained what I had just thought.
If we go back at this time, we can only go back to the mountain crevices covered by avalanches.
If my estimate is correct, we should be able to find a way out by walking along the underground river.
But to do so would involve taking the risk of passing under the nine-story monster building.
This was a desperate plan.
The four of us thought about it and decided that although it was full of danger, it was worth the risk.
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However, I decided to find another burial ditch first to confirm.
Before taking action, I asked Gawa what exactly a nine-story demon building is.
Gawa struggled to speak Chinese.
After talking for a long time, I finally understood something.
In his hometown of Xuewei, there is also a ruins exactly like this nine-story monster building.
According to legend, this kind of "nine-story monster tower" is from ancient times.
The funeral forms of the tombs of the kings of the Demonic Kingdom, When the Demonic Kingdom fell, the tomb had been destroyed by the hero King Gesar, leaving only a pile of rotten wooden shelves on the Tibetan Plateau and the narrative poems passed down from the herdsmen, praising the statue of King Gesar from generation to generation.
His martial arts is as unparalleled as the sun.
When Tibetan herdsmen pass by these ruins, they must pay homage and sing epic poems.
This is not to fear the tomb of the demon king, but to express respect for King Gesar.
Gawa also talked about some religious things, but I couldn't understand them.
I didn't know whether the will-o'-the-wisp bugs were the undead resting in the tomb.
I left Luo Ning and the other three people where they were, and crawled forward on my own.
More than a hundred meters away from the burial ditch of cattle and horses, there was indeed another burial ditch, which was full of ancient leather boots, ancient Tibetan wood chips, and ancient burial ditches.
Mongolian wooden tablets, painted wood pieces and gold ornaments, wooden tablets, wooden wings, wooden birds and beasts, bronze wares, grain and a large amount of silk and other burial objects.
It seemed that my deduction was correct.
The underground river behind the nine-story demon building must be connected to the outside world, so I sneaked back into the animal burial ditch to call the other three people to take action.
I was the first to clear the way.
The big man was holding a gun behind me, followed by Gawa.
His foot was badly stabbed, and Luo Ning was behind to help him walk.
The nine-story demon tower is very large, and the underground cavity is originally extremely vast.
However, the tower and the large mica on both sides have almost blocked the road to the north, and there are only very narrow places on both sides that are barely passable.
We passed under the wooden tower with fear.
When we saw the ladybirds in the tower, which were flickering with the breath of fire, we felt that our hearts were about to jump out of our throats.
Every step of the two hundred meters under the tower seemed so far away
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