Cicada Moving ~

 Extra: Ehenabe (12,000 words, Happy New Year)

˜ (abnormal space-time line, irrelevant to the text)

In August 1940, when the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Consolation Group went to the border area alone, a telegram from the Tianzhu Station of the Military Command was sent to Zuo Zhong's desk by Wu Chunyang, the director of the Division.

“The German expedition tried to go from Tianzhu to Tibet?”

Zuo Zhong looked up after reading the message and looked at Wu Chunyang in confusion. He didn't understand how Tianzhu Station made this judgment.

From the previous dynasty to the Republic of China, countless so-called explorers from various countries in Europe and the United States were active in Asia. They plundered everything they saw, robbing and digging graves, and committed all kinds of crimes.

For example, during British Stein's third "expedition" in Turpan, Xinjiang Province, so many cultural relics were stolen that 50 camels were needed to carry them, which caused huge losses to the country.

But this is a matter for the police, and it is a matter for the Tianzhu police. Even if it is not good, it is also a matter for the British masters of the Tianzhu people. What does it have to do with the Republic of China and the military rule.

When Wu Chunyang heard Zuo Zhong's question, he stood in front of his desk and bent down slightly to reply: "The other party's group consisted of twenty or thirty people. Among the five leaders was a botanist named Ernst Schaeffer. The other party had two I went to Tibet for the first time and now I have joined the SS.”

"oh?"

Zuo Zhong finally got interested. He sat up straight and opened the message and read it carefully. He found that this "expedition team" arrived in Colombo, Sri Lanka by boat from Europe half a month ago, and took another boat from there to Maldives. Dras (Chennai), and then transferred to the third ship to reach Kolkata.

The colonial authorities in Tianzhu were very wary of these Germans, believing them to be spies and unwilling to allow them to enter the country.

The British-run "Tianzhu Times" even published a sensational headline - Gestapo agents landed in Tianzhu.

Well, the British media has always been virtuous. Not saying that a certain beard invaded Tianzhu is already giving face.

 Fortunately, Ernst Schaeffer, a scholar from an upper-class background, knew how to use his personal charm. After the team arrived in Calcutta, he took a 36-hour train ride alone, passing through countless princely states, and met with the Governor-General of India.

He stated that his trip was a purely scientific expedition. His sincerity and earnest words made it impossible for his host to refuse him.

In addition, the Germans lobbied the pro-German faction in the UK. Even though the front lines between the two countries were fiercely fighting, the UK still gave Schaefer and others the green light, and the expedition successfully obtained permission to enter and move freely.

Calcutta?

Zuo Zhong recalled the map of Tianzhu. This place goes north through Darjeeling and Sikkim to reach Tibet. The straight-line distance is less than 400 miles. In addition, it is a big city and easy to supply. It is indeed a good transit place.

On the other side, Wu Chunyang continued: “Our brothers in Calcutta investigated, and they bought some climbing and swimming tools locally, and also found two guides and many porters who were familiar with the border terrain.

 Reliable news shows that the other party passed through Sikkim a day ago, and then entered the primitive zone and lost track. According to the estimated footsteps, they are likely to be close to the Tibetan border. "

Halking, swimming, routes, guides, these clues indeed point to Tibet. There is no problem with the analysis of Tianzhu Station, Zuo Chong thought secretly.

But why did the Germans go to Tibet to become grave robbers? Or is there some other purpose?

“Vice-in-Chief, there is a brother who understands German who infiltrated among the porters. According to his report, he heard the five leading Germans mention the name of an organization.” Wu Chunyang added at the right time.

 “Oh? What's your name?” Zuo Zhong was a little curious.

 Wu Chunyang replied in German: "Ahnenerbe!"

 “Ehenabe? The legacy of our ancestors?”

Zuo Zhong repeated it. This somewhat familiar name kept flashing in his mind. Suddenly, a mysterious organization often mentioned by later conspiracy theorists overlapped with this name.

 Ancestral Heritage Society!

 A national think tank established by the leader of the German SS under the instruction of a certain beard.

Mainly researching and promoting the racial theory of a certain beard and his party, proving that modern Germany was inherited from the ancient Aryans. Its members include both world-famous scientists and crazy stickmen.

 Ehenabe was said to be so miraculous in later generations that aliens, Arunaki, lizard people and the like were all related to each other.

But there is a piece of information in it, which is not only supported by official documents but also photos, that is, Ehenabe's expedition to Tibet. Could this be the event he is talking about?

It is said that during this trip, the Germans obtained information about the world axis. There are even rumors that whoever owns the world axis can control the rotation of the earth and even reverse time and become the king of the universe.

 Hmm, there are some rumors about being a middle school student.

 Zhi Zhi folded the message and leaned back in his chair. After thinking for a long time, he made a decision—to go to the Tibetan area to see for himself, and by the way, meet the suspected members of Ehenabe.

If it were a group of tomb robbers, the military commander would just hand over the intelligence to the Tibetan area. However, Ehenabe is a quasi-intelligence organization, and the military commander has the responsibility to find out what the other party wants to do.

Besides, he has an unrealistic idea. If there really is a world axis, can he go back?

Of course, I don't want to go back now, at least I have to wait until I have driven away the Japanese and made arrangements for my family and subordinates.

Also, if that thing can travel through time and again.

 Hiss, I can't think about it anymore.

Suppressing the random thoughts in his mind, Zuo Zhong stood up, walked to the door, picked up his coat, and walked out while saying to Wu Chunyang.

“I'm going to report to the bureau. You ask Shanggui Youguang to go to the airport and fill up the plane with fuel. We'll go to Tibet today.”

 “What? Okay.”

Wu Chunyang did not expect that one of his routine reports would be so taken seriously by the deputy director that he would immediately go to the plateau. He hesitated for a moment and immediately responded, turned around and ran to call Da Baldy.

 That afternoon, several military transport planes soared into the sky from Shancheng Airport and flew towards the Tibetan capital.

 These planes were filled with elite military personnel, and the tightly packed wooden boxes in the rear cargo area were constantly colliding in the turbulent airflow, making a thumping sound.

“Chunyang, when you arrive at your destination, go to the local intelligence station to collect the latest intelligence.”

In the cabin of one of the planes, Zuo Zhong gave orders to Wu Chunyang, and then looked at Gui Youguang.

“As for you, lead the brothers to adapt to the plateau climate as soon as possible. Next, we may need to climb mountains and do field work, so the materials must be prepared.”

Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang nodded. Although Tibet is outside the country, the military commander has deployed a lot of manpower here, so these things are not difficult to handle.

Looking at the two of them, Zuo Zhong turned around and looked at the seat next to him: "Yijun, you and the communication team must protect the radio. The air pressure and temperature on the plateau are different from those in the mainland, and the radio is prone to malfunction."

“Yes, Deputy, we have brought many spare parts with us this time. If necessary, we can also obtain supplies from the garrison.”

He Yijun answered very seriously. They were operating outside the sphere of influence of the government. Communication was the lifeline for all of them, so there was no room for carelessness.

Zuo Zhong nodded with satisfaction, then spread out a map of Tibet, pointed at a certain place and gave the three people the final order.

“After the plane landed, everyone dressed in casual clothes and went here in groups. We will meet up five days later. The Germans will definitely rest here after entering the country. At that time, we will directly identify ourselves and contact Ernst Schaeffer head-on.”

Wu Chunyang and others looked at the word "Houzang" on the map, whispered yes together, and then returned to their seats.

The plane flew through the clouds, and the buzzing sound of the engine made people sleepy. After flying for an unknown period of time, the plane suddenly shook, and golden sunlight shone through the originally gloomy porthole window.

Zuo Zhong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the golden snow-capped mountains on the ground. His heart suddenly moved and he subconsciously touched the mobile phone in his pocket.

(two)

 Half a month later, a small town near Mount Kailash in southwest Tibet.

Ernst Schaefer accepted the plant specimens handed over by a local citizen, handed the person a few Tianzhu coins, clasped his hands, and said thank you in somewhat fluent Tibetan.

This is the third time he has come to this magical land. The scenery here is even more magnificent than the Alps. The blue sky seems to be within reach. Everything is so beautiful, except for the bad climate and some uninvited guests. .

Thinking of this, Schaefer looked at the Republic of China people aside, spread his hands and said in English: "Zuo, as you can see, I am a pure scholar. I came here to study plants. I don't understand why you, the head of the secret police, want to follow you." I."

 “Haha, you misunderstood, Mr. Ernst.”

Zuo Zhong's smile was as bright as the sunshine in Tibet, and he patiently explained what he said, which he had said countless times in the past half month.

“I am not the head of the secret police, I am a soldier of the Republic of China, different from those villains who extort good people.

 Tibet is an integral part of our country. You SS entered the country secretly. I have reason to suspect that you are engaging in illegal activities that endanger our country's security.

Even if you don't do this, the climate, security and medical environment here are very bad. As the owner, the government has the obligation to ensure your safety.

 Look at my boys, with their protection, you are so safe, aren't you? "

Hearing this, Ernst Schaefer looked at the Republic of China secret police who were "protecting" members of the expedition, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He still believes that the "military commander" is the secret police, like the Gestapo in Germany, specializing in doing shady things, and is an existence even more despicable than villains.

 Kidnapping, murder, and all other crimes that humans can think of are within the scope of the other party's work.

So, Ernst Schaeffer, who had not thought of any surprises for the time being, shrugged and continued to buy plant specimens from the long queues of local people. Anyway, it was not him who should be troubled, but Bruno Berg, the other leader of the expedition. .

The other party was a young anthropologist who joined the SS in 1935. The mission of this trip was to measure the skulls and facial details of Tibetans and make masks, and to collect information about the proportion, origin, significance and development of the Nordic race in Tibet. s material.

In addition, Berg is likely to have some kind of special mission. The members of the expedition team and the other three leaders are also under the command of the other party. Now that the people of the Republic of China are unwilling to leave, this guy must be in a bad mood.

Ernst Schaeffer gave a bad smile. In fact, he didn't agree with the Führer's thoughts at all, but people always have to eat, so it's not shameful to pretend to be a believer. Let Mr. Berg handle the secret police of the Republic of China.

Shafer's gloating expression flashed across his face, but Zuo Zhong still noticed it, which coincided with one of his guesses.

Ernst Schaefer was only the official leader, and the real leader of the expedition was Bruno Berg.

They flew directly from the mountain city to the capital of Tibet, and arrived at Houzang without being noticed by the locals. Sure enough, they met the German expedition team who were repairing there, and the next thing was simple.

Zuo Zhong directly revealed his identity and took over the security work of the expedition. Faced with the superior numbers and armed to the teeth agents, the Germans "happily" accepted the good intentions of the military commander.

Subsequently, the two parties set out from Houzang and headed west. After a long and painful journey, they arrived at Mount Kailash in the southwest of Tibet.

Mount Kailash is the second highest peak in the Gangdise Mountains, with an altitude of more than 6,000 meters. It is the common holy mountain of four ancient religions - Bon, Tianzhu, Jainism, and Buddhism. It is also the most important sacred mountain in Tibet. .

It is said that somewhere near Mount Kailash, there is a mysterious place called "Shambhala", which means the paradise world, the fairyland on earth, and is the residence of God.

The destination of the German expedition was here. According to Bruno Berg, this was because many Tibetan people came to Mount Kailash and they could collect the ethnic characteristics of more areas.

I don't know whether this is true or not, but to collect racial characteristics, the Germans do not need to carry the newly developed MP40 submachine gun, nor do they need to carry hundreds of M24 grenades.

Zuo Zhong looked at Ernst Schaeffer and raised his eyebrows. Compared with Bruno Berg, Fang Cai looked like a pure scholar, at least there was no trace of military training in appearance.

Bruno Berg is simply the German version of Gui Youguang. He is a man of tendons, and he has the shadow of a professional soldier in his sitting and lying movements. However, he is not very smart and is impulsive and irritable.

While he was thinking here, a quarrel suddenly came from his ears. Following the sound, he saw that the quarrelers were none other than Bald Guiyouguang and Bald Bruno Berg.

 “Damn bald guy from the Republic of China, stay away from me, don't force me to twist your head off.”

“Come on, let's go to the side and compete to see who loses his head first!”

Gui Youguang stood in front of Bruno Berg with his chest held out, his nose almost touching the other man's face. He kept walking forward while talking, forcing Berg to keep retreating.

Looking at this scene, Zuo Zhong had no expression on his face. Since the day they met, these two people have never stopped talking. Could it be that they are quarreling with each other?

The Germans and the spies were not surprised by this and continued to do their own things without even looking at the two of them. Only Wu Chunyang and He Yijun walked up to Zuo Zhong for some unknown reason.

“Deputy Chairman, I just checked with the townspeople. Last night, more than 20 Tianzhu people and an Englishman came to the town. Something is not right.”

Wu Chunyang approached Zuo Zhong, lowered his head and reported something in a low voice. He scanned the crowd of spectators and soon discovered several mysterious figures.

He Yijun also said that the telecommunications team monitored the radio signal, and the method of listening and sending was very similar to that of the British MI2 agent responsible for East Asia intelligence. The other party had fought with the military commander during the Jinling period, so she could not get it wrong.

 In each small town, SS, Juntong and MI2 gathered together, it was really lively.

Zuo Zhong stretched and replied calmly: "Watch closely and notify the headquarters to send 50 more people to stay hidden nearby. If I am not wrong, the Germans will take action soon.

The best climbing period for Mount Kailash is about to pass. The Germans are not willing to risk avalanches to climb the mountain. They tell the brothers to pay attention to abnormal situations, but not to act rashly. "

(three)

The wind in the snowy area was like blowing from the endless hell, with a bone-chilling chill. Even when he was hiding in a thick military canvas tent, Ernst Schaeffer's face was still sore from the cold.

Holding the cup of coffee that was roasting hot on the kerosene stove, he complained softly: "Damn it, you shouldn't come here this season. Mr. Berg, can you tell me why the empire sent us here?"

Bruno Berg opposite took a sip of coffee and did not answer directly. Instead, he motioned to several expedition members to be on guard outside the tent, and then said to the other three team leaders.

“According to the analysis of the meteorological data of the past fifteen years and tonight's wind speed, there is likely to be a big storm in a few days. That is our best chance to get rid of the Republic of China people.

 We can..."

 After talking about his plan, Bruno Berg stood up and walked out without waiting for others to agree or object.

 The expedition was sponsored by the SS. As the Führer and the plenipotentiary envoy of the SS leader, he had the right to make the final decision. Ernst Schaefer only existed to deceive the stupid British.

Soon, the other three team leaders also left one after another, and only Ernst Schaefer was left in the tent holding a tea cup. The wind seemed to become louder.

 The next day, everything was as usual, and the same was true on the third and fourth days.

As usual, the German expedition continued to collect animal and plant specimens, and hired people to make masks containing facial features.

On the fifth day, Bruno Berg suggested that the wind was too strong and wanted to relocate the camp. Zuo Chong agreed, and the Germans immediately moved the camp farther away.

 That night, the expedition chef stewed a whole pot of beef soup. The mixture of red beef, onions and potatoes that are rare on the plateau was mouth-watering.

Facing the German-style lunch box that the Germans kindly sent, Zuo Zhong happily thanked him and walked away with the lunch box under Ernst Schaeffer's hesitant eyes.

Back at his residence, Zuo Zhong put the lunch box on the table, his brows furrowed as if there was something he couldn't figure out. After a long time, he looked at Wu Chunyang, Gui Youguang and He Yijun and asked a question.

“Do the Germans think we are fools?”

Wu Chunyang smiled. It had indeed been a long time since he had encountered such an amateur opponent. The Germans were confident enough to just deliver the food with added ingredients in such a careless manner.

Gui Youguang's reaction was more direct. He went out to catch a puppy and came back. Before the poor puppy could figure out what happened, he was stuffed with several pieces of beef.

More than ten minutes later, looking at the puppies with diarrhea all over the floor, Gui Youguang nodded affirmatively: "Secretary-in-Chief, the Germans really treat us as fools."

The scene fell into silence. Smelling the stench in his tent, Zuo Zhong pointed at the big bald head, his fingers trembling slightly. Why the **** can't you take the test out? You did it on purpose!

But no matter what, it is certain that the Germans really want to play tricks, but they don't want to offend the government to death, so they only dare to get some laxatives.

After scolding Gui Youguang, Zuo Zhong ordered everyone to take turns going to the toilet. If the Germans came to inquire about him, they should act more like themselves.

It didn't take long for noises and curses to be heard in the national camp. Bruno Berg gave orders to his men with a smile.

“Carry weapons, food, mountaineering and cold-proof equipment and set off immediately. The wind speed in the mountainous area is very high and the tent cannot be used, so leave it here.”

 After saying that, he put on a German lambskin coat, put on goggles, carried a huge backpack and plunged into the strong wind, followed by the others.

Ernst Schaefer looked back at the national camp with a worried look on his face, but in the end he put his goggles on his glasses, bent down to resist the resistance brought by the strong wind, and struggled towards Mount Kailash.

Ten minutes later, a group of dark-skinned and steady-footed Tianzhu people left the town under the leadership of the British and followed the traces of the Germans into the mountains.

Ten minutes later, a puppy rushed out of the camp with its tail between its legs, followed by Gui Youguang, Wu Chunyang, Zuo Zhong, He Yijun and many other spies.

Then more people walked out of the dark night. After the two groups met, everyone moved firmly towards Mount Kailash, in the same direction as the first two groups.

Mount Kailash is composed of Neogene sandy conglomerate. It is a conical "pyramid-shaped" mountain with steep walls. The terrain is extremely steep and there are no roads for walking.

By chance, a strong wind was blowing at this time, and the only source of light, the moon, was shrouded in clouds. The visibility was reduced to the point where you could barely see your fingers. If you were not careful, you would fall into the cliff.

But this is nothing to the members of the German expedition team who come from the Alps and have lived in alpine mountains for a long time.

They walked at the front of the team and were responsible for clearing the way. The mountainous terrain that ordinary people could not walk during the day was like flat ground under their feet. It only took an hour to forcefully open a passage using pitons and ropes.

 Bruno Berg, carrying a backpack of tens of kilograms, grabbed a rock with both hands and climbed to the platform on the mountainside with the help of his companions.

He didn't have time to rest, so he took out an old leather map from his pocket, took out a compass and looked at it, and suddenly cursed in his mouth.

“Asshole, there must be large reserves of iron ore or magnetite here!”

 The compass was swaying wildly like leaves in the wind, and it was impossible to guide the direction.

 The expedition team was suddenly caught in a dilemma. There was no destination and they stopped here. With such strong wind and low temperature, the expedition team could easily enter a state of hypothermia.

Aimless search is even more unrealistic. Mount Kailash covers an area of ​​412 square kilometers. Even if 10,000 people are sent up the mountain, it is impossible to find that place.

“Mr. Berg, are you looking for Shambhala?”

At this time Ernst Schaeffer climbed up panting and asked calmly.

Bruno Berg's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he quickly rushed to him, grabbed him by the collar and yelled at him.

"How do you know this place? If you can't explain the reason clearly, I can only suspect that you are an enemy of the empire!"

Ernst Schaefer forcefully opened the other party's hand with a strange expression: "I said Mr. Berg, don't you know that I have been to Tibet twice?

The legend of Shambhala is widely circulated here, even children know it, but where does the map in your hand come from and what is drawn on it? "

Bruno Berg frowned. He didn't like this upper-class Junker noble, who always had a condescending attitude.

 Available tasks…

 He hesitated for a few seconds, and he replied coldly: "This is a map of Shambhala obtained by imperial explorers from Tibet at the end of the 19th century. The map shows that there is a passage leading to the axis of the world.

 The Axis of the World is the greatest existence in this world. Space and time are toys that it can control at will. The empire needs this magical power.

 So, Mr. Shaffer, it's time to contribute your talents to the Empire. Without a compass and no contours, we can't find it. "

 Bruno Berg sounded excited, but also a little threatening. SS had many ways to deal with a botanist who could not create any social wealth.

 “What, the map of Shambhala.”

On the other side, Ernst Schaeffer ignored the threat and exclaimed. This is a legendary place in Tibet. Does it really exist? He swallowed and forced himself to stay calm. He did not answer Bruno Berg's question directly, but instead read a Tibetan fairy tale that he heard.

"Tibetans say that Shambhala is the most beautiful place in the world. It is evergreen all year round and full of gorgeous Gesang flowers. Gods walk among them. The river flowing under your feet is full of fragrant wine. The trees grow... "

 “Shut up! I want answers!”

Bruno Berg is going crazy. What is this guy going to do? They are in a **** wilderness, not a university classroom in Berlin. Reading poetry cannot save action.

Ernst Schaeffer shrugged his shoulders and apologized, as was his custom when communicating with students, and then gave his answer from a botanical perspective.

“Gesang flower is a plant that can adapt to the alpine environment. It mostly grows in plateau meadows, ravines and hillsides at an altitude of 3,000 to 5,000 meters. Mount Kailash meets its survival conditions.

  But as you can see, this mountain is made of sandy gravel and cannot grow plants. There are many people at the foot of the mountain. If Shambhala really existed, it would have been discovered long ago.

Then there are two possibilities. First, this legend is fictional, Shambhala only exists in fantasy, and the map in your hand is just a joke made by a madman who scribbled after drunkenness. "

In the increasingly dangerous eyes of Bruno Berg, Ernst Schaefer restrained the cynical expression on his face and solemnly made his second guess.

“There is another possibility, and that is the top of Mount Kailash. Due to local religious prohibitions, and because the mountain is steep and covered with snow all year round, no one has ever climbed to the top, and no one knows what is on it.

If there happens to be a depressed area where the cold wind and snow are blocked by the towering peaks, and the soil and plant seeds carried by the strong wind accumulate there, it may be possible to create an environment suitable for the growth of Gesang flowers. "

The more Bruno Berg listened, the more he felt it made sense. He seemed to see a place where spring was all year round and flowers were everywhere. He immediately patted Ernst Schaeffer on the shoulder and said excitedly to his subordinates.

"So what are you waiting for? Let us conquer this mountain, find Shambhala, and bring good news to the head of state!"

  (4)

Twenty hours later, Bruno Berg was breathing heavily, and naughty Venus appeared in front of his eyes. He already regretted the big words he had said before.

The strong sun shone on the white snow, not only did it not melt the snow, but it actually froze the snow into a strange semi-solid state, making it impossible to climb on it.

I often climb five or six meters, and accidentally slide down another three or four meters. After repeated torture, I can advance up to dozens of meters in an hour. No wonder no one has climbed to the top.

Fortunately, they were only two to three hundred meters away from reaching the top of the sacred mountain that no one had ever set foot on. This desire for conquest and satisfaction allowed Bruno Berg to regain some strength, looked at his watch and continued Climb upward.

The sun sets very late on the plateau in August. According to the time in the mainland of the Republic of China, the sun will not set until around 9 pm. It is just 5 pm now, so the expedition team still has plenty of time to climb.

More than three hours later, less than 200 meters away from the mountain peak, the rigorously trained expedition team found a flat land a quarter of an hour before dark.

Bruno Berg announced the establishment of a campsite, have a good night's rest, and sprint early tomorrow morning, making sure to climb Mount Kailash tomorrow.

All the Germans got into their sleeping bags and hid in the leeward place, sleeping soundly. There were no sentries or alerts. They didn't think anyone would sneak up on the expedition in such a ghostly place.

 There was no talking all night, and at around seven o'clock the next morning, the shivering Hans randomly ate some high-calorie food and encouraged each other to set off again. Victory was right in front of them.

But the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the steeper the terrain becomes, reaching 90 degrees in some places. If you can't go around, you can only climb by pitons and rope ladders.

 The speed of the expedition inevitably slowed down, and more seriously, the expedition, which had always been at full strength, suffered casualties for the first time.

One team member accidentally fell down the mountain and couldn't even find his body. The others had no time to think about it and had no choice but to grit their teeth and persevere.

At six o'clock in the afternoon that day, two hours before sunset, it took almost twice as much time as the previous day. Bruno Berg and others stood on the top of Mount Kailash with tears in their eyes.

At just the right time, a ray of sunshine shone on the peak, golden clouds flowed around them, the wind miraculously stopped, and the silence seemed to be in heaven on earth.

Several team members were sobbing and kneeling on the ground, making the sign of the cross on their chests, whispering something, and tears streaming down their faces.

Bruno Berg and Ernst Schaeffer were also shocked by this spectacular scene. They stood speechless for a long time. It took a long time to react.

 “Half the people were looking for a place to camp.”

 “The remaining people search the surrounding area!”

Bruno Berg gave two orders and then sat down on the ground. The journey was too painful and too lucky.

Had the personnel not been well-trained, the weather not been good, and the route correct, if there was any problem, they would not have been able to successfully reach the summit.

Now the only task left is to find Shambhala. Even if it is not found in the end, the honor of being the first to climb Mount Kailash is enough to give an explanation to the empire and the head of state. Bruno Berg, who was exhausted physically and mentally, rested on the ground for a long time.

Just as he stood up to look around to see the situation, someone suddenly shouted loudly in the distance. The content was confusing and confusing.

Following the sound, Bruno Berg came to a ridge. A member of the expedition team pointed to the other side of the ridge and danced, talking nonsense.

At this time, other expedition members who heard the sound also arrived one after another. They leaned forward and looked across the mountain ridge, but only saw thick white fog.

 “What's wrong? I'm not looking at anything…Oh, God.”

One of them looked at the white fog and muttered, but a breeze blew by, and the clouds dispersed for a moment, revealing a cliff thousands of meters deep.

The stunned crowd widened their eyes. Green vines could be seen vaguely clinging to the rock wall. Several waterfalls flowed down from half of the cliff. The vegetation was lush and lush. A few birds flew happily high to the ground, making chirping sounds.

At the bottom of the cliff, there is a huge river valley space, with patches of forests and grasslands echoing each other, full of indescribable vitality.

 “Xiang! Ba! Pull!”

Even Ernst Schaeffer, who suggested that there might be a sunken area on the top of the mountain, was shaking all over and his voice was shaking.

Not just him, all the Germans present were overjoyed. As long as the photos here are brought back to the civilized world, they will all become world-renowned explorers.

Bruno Berg resisted the urge to immediately find a route into the river valley, ordered everyone to rest, and prepared to use the high-power radio he carried to report to Berlin.

But before he finished speaking, a group of uninvited guests carrying Thompson submachine guns walked out of the clouds behind him. Behind these people, someone said proudly with an annoying British accent.

“Thank you, German, for taking us to Shambhala. The honor belongs to the British Empire, hahahaha.”

Bruno Berg's face was ashen. He never expected that he would meet the British here, and the other party would use the ropes and rope ladders left by them to climb to the top of the mountain.

 “Despicable!”

He cursed through gritted teeth and quietly made gestures with his hands. A member of the expedition team understood and slowly stretched his hand towards the MP40 behind his back.

 “Da da da~”

The gunfire rang out suddenly, and the Tianzhu people fired without hesitation, killing the team members who tried to resist. Looking at the **** hole in their chests, the person who was shot staggered and fell backwards into the cliff.

The British man who spoke walked out of the crowd, looked at the expressionless Gurkha soldiers, smiled with satisfaction, and then pointed at the earth-colored Germans and said fiercely.

 “Kill them all!”

Only the dead can keep secrets. No one understands this better than MI2. If all the Germans die, they can take away the glory of discovering Shambhala and the secret behind Shambhala.

 “Da da da~”

Gunshots rang out again, but it was not the Germans who fell. In the hazy clouds, the military commander indifferently pulled the trigger, killing the unsuspecting Gurkhas on the spot. Strings of bullet casings were scattered across Kailash. The top of the mountain.

Within a moment, more than twenty Gurkha mercenaries were dead. Gui Youguang pulled out his pistol and walked to the corpses, reloading one by one, as if he didn't see the British agents and Germans next to him.

His mission was to kill people, and naturally someone would take care of the rest. Several spies rushed up and collected all the German weapons.

“Hahaha, thank you Mr. Berg and this friend from MI2. If it weren't for you, we really wouldn't be able to find this place.”

Zuo Zhongshi Shiran walked over, and what he said was exactly the same as what the British agent had just said. Wu Chunyang and He Yijun followed him on the left and right, with smiles in their eyes.

 “Zuo, thank you…”

Bruno Berg wanted to get close. Compared with being silenced by the British, being captured by the Republic of China seemed a good choice. However, as soon as his words came out, he was interrupted by a string of bullets.

Until his death, he did not believe that the Republic of China people would shoot and kill him. They were members of the SS. How could they dare?

As a result, not only did the other party dare, but they also spared no British agents. Except for Ernst Schaeffer, who almost peed with fear, all the white-skinned people present turned into corpses.

 “No, don't kill me!”

Ernst Schaefer sat slumped on the ground, raised his hands, and kept mumbling this sentence.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Zhong helped him up, and put a submachine gun without bullets into his hand. While letting the little agent take pictures, he spoke to him in a serious tone.

"Nonsense, you are clearly the one who killed me, how could it be me? If you talk like this again, I will be angry."

Hearing the kind words in his ears and looking at the gentle smile, Ernst Schaeffer took the submachine gun numbly, stood next to the corpse and gave a stiff smile to the camera.

  (5)

When the morning sun once again enveloped the top of Mount Kailash, Zuo Zhong ate the canned food brought by the Germans, drank the black tea from the British, and burped comfortably.

With the food, ammunition, equipment, and medicines that these two groups of dead ghosts carried so hard up the mountain, Juntong's expedition was extremely rich in supplies and could not be used up.

Then you can only build it as hard as you can, and you can't carry it down the mountain anymore. You have to be so obsessed with thinking to do such a stupid thing.

 In short, thank you to SS and MI2 for sending the aircraft!

Thinking of these words, Zuo Zhong smiled and looked up towards the cliff where the fog was gradually dissipating. Gui Youguang, who was fully armed, trotted to his side.

“Vice-in-command, we found the way down!”

Gui Youguang wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up a piece of compressed biscuit from the table and put it into his mouth, eating it while talking.

Zuo Zhong handed him a cup of boiled snow water and asked casually: "Tell me, how is the road condition?"

“Very good, it's a winding mountain road, two or three meters wide, spiraling deep into the valley.”

Gui Youguang drank up the water in one gulp, stretched out **** and made a circling gesture.

Although the water on the plateau is heated to less than 100 degrees, it is still over 80 degrees. You can drink it like this without fear of being burned. Zuo Zhong's brows jumped at the sight.

After thinking about it, he asked someone to take away the last rope ladder to the top of the mountain, leaving a few people to guard it to avoid making the same mistakes as the Germans and British. Then he took the remaining people to the starting point of the winding mountain road.

At this time, the sun was high in the sky, the fog had completely disappeared, and the visibility was very good. A small road appeared in front of everyone on the edge of a mountain cliff.

Wu Chunyang leaned over and touched the ground, trying to find traces of artificial construction, but unfortunately found nothing, so he had to ask Zuo Zhong.

“Deputy Chairman, do you think this was built by humans? Who will build the road on the top of the mountain? How much manpower and material resources will this require?”

Zuo Zhong walked on the flat path, picked a small white flower from the roadside, put it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully, and said lazily after a long time.

“Who knows, maybe it's a mysterious civilization, maybe it's nature's miraculous craftsmanship, or maybe it's aliens. Let's go, hurry up.”

As he spoke, he put the white flowers in the buttonhole of his collar, walked down under the guidance of the little agent, and his back slowly disappeared on the cliff.

Wu Chunyang and Gui Youguang shook their heads and followed Ernst Schaeffer, but did not hear the other person's muttering to himself like a mosquito.

“Alpine edelweiss, a unique flower species in the Alps, why does it appear now? Why…”

As if possessed by a demon, Ernst Schaeffer kept saying these words over and over, his body surrounded by several strong little agents, and he quickly descended along the mountain road.

On the way, everyone passed by a waterfall. Water flowed from their heads into the bottom of the cliff. The sunlight cast a rainbow across both sides of the cliff.

The colorful birds seemed to be competing with it, hovering in the air in groups. The little agents were surprised to find that these birds were not afraid of humans.

Perhaps they have never seen humans before and don't know where the danger lies. They greet the first guests in the river valley with their chirping.

Of course, it could also be the first modern humans.

 The further you go down, as the altitude decreases, the temperature gradually increases, and there are more and more strange insects and reptiles.

For example, a small bug that looks like an ant, is golden in color, has a strange appearance, and has no eyes, but it is agile and can accurately capture mosquitoes in the air.

There is also a brightly colored blue frog with a red crown on its head. There is no relevant record even in later generations, let alone in the Republic of China.

Zuo Zhong asked his men to take some photos. The next time someone comes here, I don't know what year and month it will be, and we must take this opportunity to leave precious scientific records.

The agents walked neither fast nor slowly, because in addition to taking photos, they also had to send people to explore the road to prevent dangerous animals from endangering everyone's safety, especially Zuo Zhong's safety.

It was not until noon that Ernst Schaefer, the sole survivor of the military expedition and the Ancestral Heritage Association, set foot on the ground of the river valley. There was also a stone path extending through a forest to the other end of the river valley.

Everyone was shocked. Even a fool could see that the road in front of them and the winding mountain path were both artificially constructed.

 What exactly is there in Shambala?

 Is it really the abode of God?

 Two questions arise in everyone's mind, and once they arise, they will never go away.

Zuo Zhong looked normal and ordered the little agents to prepare their weapons and be more vigilant. The path was narrow and there was no room for large animals to move around, which was not necessarily the case in the river valley.

As a result, there was a team of special agents equipped with 100-round drum Thomson magazines at the front, sides and rear of the team to serve as a guard. With such strong firepower, even if there were wild beasts, they would be killed on the spot.

Different from the vibrant life on the mountain road, the forest was eerily quiet, with not a single insect chirping. The cool breeze blowing in made people get goosebumps.

Abnormality is a demon. The agents looked increasingly nervous. Many of them raised their submachine guns and were ready to shoot at any time.

Only Ernst Schaefer looked excited and confused. Countless plants that had been confirmed to have disappeared were still growing alive in the river valley.

 This was undoubtedly a fatal temptation for a botanist. He begged Zuo Zhong to allow him to collect specimens, claiming that this was the greatest discovery of this century.

However, Zuo Zhong ignored it. Photos can be taken, but the physical objects must not be taken away. The current national government does not have the ability to protect this land.

 Ernst Schaeffer, who was forcibly dragged away, looked at the big trees and ferns on both sides from his left side, and kept pressing the camera shutter with his hand.

　　After walking for an unknown amount of time, the group of people walked out of the forest, and their sight suddenly opened up. A large piece of Gesang flower was swaying in the wind, like a colorful carpet.

He Yijun twitched her nose, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, and her eyes flashed with joy. Even if she has undergone strict training, she will inevitably show her true temperament when seeing this beautiful scenery.

Not to mention her, even Gui Youguang stood there with his mouth wide open, looking at the undulating boundless sea of ​​flowers.

"Walk."

Zuo Zhong spoke again, and the team continued to move forward, like a small boat in a sea of ​​flowers, sailing slowly but firmly, and did not stop until they reached the end of the stone road.

In front of everyone is a smooth cliff hundreds of meters high. Standing under it, people unconsciously feel their own insignificance.

There is an unusually standard semicircular cave at the bottom of the cliff. The entrance is unobstructed, and it is deep and bottomless, unlike a natural cave.

“Vice-in-Chief, would you like me to go take a look?”

 Wu Chunyang suggested.

In this case, it is not safe for those with high levels to enter, and those with low levels are not qualified to enter. God knows what is inside, and confidentiality must be considered.

 “No, I'll go, yes! I'll go!”

But Zuo Zhong rejected this suggestion and emphasized twice that he wanted to go in by himself. After speaking, he looked at He Yijun anxiously and resolutely raised his feet towards the entrance of the cave.

He had a reason to go. The moment he saw the entrance of the cave, the system that had not moved for several years was hiding.

“Ding dong, congratulations to the host, you got %#%%…”

Although it was just a line of garbled characters, Zuo Zhong understood that maybe the thing in the cave had some connection with his arrival in this era.

At the last moment of entering the cave entrance, he turned back and looked at He Yijun, whose eyes were red, and Wu Chunyang, who was restless, and Gui Youguang, who was jumping up and down, stepped into the darkness without hesitation.

  (You don't need to read the following, it's also good to leave it blank)

"Da da da."

Footsteps echoed in the empty cave, and it was as if Zuo Zhong was the only person left in the world. Miraculously, he could see everything clearly even without sunlight, and light was no longer a factor affecting his vision.

After walking alone for ten minutes, maybe an hour, the concept of time seemed to disappear. His footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes slightly raised to mid-air.

A flashing miniature Milky Way just appeared in a spacious stone room. It was both near and far, and you could reach out and touch it.

Zuo Zhong hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand and placed it on Yinhe's "body" and closed his eyes.

The Big Bang, human evolution, the emergence of tribes and Chinese civilization, Xia, Shang and Zhou, Spring and Autumn and Warring States, Qin, Han, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui and Tang... the history of the earth flashed by.

Then there are scenes of a technologically advanced city on an island, Athenian civilization, the Middle Ages, Columbus's discovery of the New World, the Industrial Revolution, modern war, mushroom explosions, and rockets taking off.

 Finally, until the birth of advanced artificial intelligence, new energy revolution, human colonization in the star sea and other distant future fragments.

oh? At this moment, someone was lying on the bed with his feet up and reading a novel called "Cicada Moves". Outside the window, thousands of lights were on and fireworks were bright.

interesting.

Zuo Zhong moved through the scene with a flick of his finger. From the perspective of a bystander, he saw countless joys and sorrows, and the throbbing of countless creatures.

He had a premonition that he could speed up, slow down, and enter any point in time. This premonition did not require any reason or teaching, as it existed in genes forever.

 But at the same time, he had another premonition that once he left, he would never be able to enter the same river of time again.

On the one hand, it means breaking out of the rut of life, and on the other hand, it means eternal loneliness. To gain something, you must give up something. He is fair.

 The great road is invisible, giving birth to heaven and earth;

 The road is ruthless, running the sun and the moon;

 The great road has no name, it nourishes all things

Opening his eyes little by little, Zuo Zhong retracted his hand, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life and insights. Then he smiled freely and turned around to leave without hesitation.

There are people outside who care about him. He walks faster and faster, smiling brightly. The white light in front of him is getting closer and closer, and countless smiles are clearly visible.

 (Happy New Year to everyone, I don't know how to write science fiction, so don't mind, just treat it as a snack for friends, I wish everyone good health and all the best in the new year!)

 (End of this chapter)

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