"This is the topographic map of the Binhai Peninsula. The center of the circle is the location of Longwangtang. At this location, the Japanese once buried a secret sixty years ago. You have also tracked down this secret, and sixty years later, Taomu and his son came to search for it, but we still don't know what it is. No matter what kind of secret it is, do you think there is anything special about this place in military terms?"

Mr. Xiao stood up and pointed to the map with his finger and said, "It's really special. Longwangtang is located in the middle of the Isthmus of the Binhai Peninsula. This section has sea on both sides of the east and west, and is between Pingyou Port and Binhai City. Look at the land shape of this area, it is narrow and long from north to south, and it is only wide in Longwangtang, and there are mountains and bulging. If an army is ambushed in the Longwangtang area, the connection between Pingyou Port and the land can be cut off. If an army is sent to attack Pingyou Port, the harbor will not receive reinforcements from the coastal direction."

Feng Junzi also looked at the map: "Do you say Longwangtang is a land barrier for Pingyou Port?"

Mr. Xiao: "Yes, you may not understand the strategic significance of Pingyou Port. This port controls the entire Bohai Bay, is also the gateway to Beijing and Tianjin, and is also a springboard and transit hub for entering Northeast China. In history, the Japanese and Russians have had many confrontations for Pingyou Port."

Feng Junzi: "According to the old man, siege of a surprise soldier in Longwangtang is equivalent to controlling Pingyou Port. However, with the power of the navy and air force, it seems that the effect of cutting off the land on the peninsula is not very good."

Mr. Xiao: "Any strategy is formulated based on the war conditions at that time. The Japanese arranged the arrangements in Longwangtang sixty years ago. Longwangtang is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and the beaches on both sides are not suitable for landing. Under the combat conditions at that time, controlling Longwangtang was equivalent to controlling Pingyou Port, and controlling Pingyou Port was equivalent to controlling a key hub of the battle situation. This is probably to prepare for a comeback counterattack."

Feng Junzi: "But nothing happened in Longwangtang back then that time that affected the situation of the war."

Mr. Xiao: "That was determined by the general trend. The Japanese did not expect the United States to use atomic bombs, the Soviet army would enter the Northeast, and the Japanese emperor would surrender so quickly. However, if there is really an ambush on the Pekyou Port, it would also mean that there is a group of people who are ambitious and will not disperse their ghosts."

Feng Junzi: "According to the old man's speculation, the most likely secret of Longwangtang is arms and equipment, but the arms sixty years ago are probably useless now. What are Taomu and his son doing?"

Mr. Xiao: "This is what I don't know. Maybe there is something else in the burial of Longwangtang, maybe Taomu and his son are those who are still ambitious. Do you also want to find this secret?"

Feng Junzi: "I feel very curious when I heard the old man say this, and I really want to go and see it."

Mr. Xiao: "Just go, the answer will always be revealed one day, but you can't do it alone. You need someone to help. Go and find Zhengrong, he may help you."

...

Zhou Song is dead, Sun Weidong is no longer there, Taomu and his son have returned to Japan, and even if they are not dead, they may not have much time. The turtle fishing ground in Jinsha Village has also returned to deserted, and the things in the air-raid shelter have long disappeared. The reorganization of Nanda Technology has been silently still in the womb, and no one knows what happened. Feng Junzi returned to Longwangtang. He was not alone, and Xiao Zhengrong and Chang Wu were also accompanied by him.

There has been no trace of people in the wilderness for a long time. Chang Wu opened the road in front with a machete in his hand, and Xiao Zhengrong kept confirming the location with a map, compass, and theodolite. Among the three, Feng Junzi was the most relaxed. He walked at the end with a shovel, and occasionally pulled out a handful of weeds to explore the mud core underground. The three set off from 9 a.m. until the sun rose to their heads, but still found nothing.

"Xiao Zhengrong, are you okay? You haven't found a place yet." Feng Junzi finally a little impatient and shouted to Xiao Zhengrong.

Xiao Zhengrong frowned and looked at the map without making any sound. Instead, Chang Wu, who was walking in the front, turned around and shouted: "Feng Junzi, don't stand and talk without back pain. This road is too difficult, why don't you go to the front and try to open the way."

Feng Junzi: "That's fine, can you know how to get archaeology?"

Chang Wu: "Forget it, you are just a low-level tomb robber, don't be like an expert."

Xiao Zhengrong, who had been silent, said at this time: "I feel that the location is very close, why don't we take a break first. There is a flat ground in front, so we will have lunch there first and then look for it in the afternoon."

While speaking, the three of them walked out of a locust forest, and a flat land appeared in the valley. The plain grass was as shade as the shade, and there were many yellow wild flowers. Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong took off the things they were carrying, took out plastic cloth, mineral water and cans from the package, and set off for a picnic. The two turned around to greet Feng Junzi, but found that Feng Junzi was straight and stood there blankly, staring at the grassland with his eyes straight.

"Feng Junzi, what's wrong with you? I'm so damn in broad daylight." The two shouted.

Feng Junzi said to himself: "That's right, it's really a ghost."

Chang Wu walked over and touched his forehead and pointed at the sky and said, "It's twelve o'clock now, the sun is shining. Where are you talking about?

Feng Junzi pointed his hand at the open space in front of him: "The ghost I mentioned is here."

Xiao Zhengrong, who was sitting in the middle of the open space, jumped up: "You are right, you can see clearly, I'm not a ghost!"

Feng Junzi: "I'm talking about this open space. I've been here. I think Feng Xingzhi and Aoba Masako died here back then."

Xiao Zhengrong: "Is that so? When have you been here?"

Feng Junzi: "I came in my dream in April this year. At that time, I saw a scene from sixty years ago. Yes, it happened on this open space."

Chang Wu touched Feng Junzi's forehead again: "You don't have a fever, either!"

Xiao Zhengrong waved his hand to Chang Wu: "This kid seems to be talking nonsense, Feng Junzi, are you sure this is the place?"

Feng Junzi: "I can be sure that this is the place."

Xiao Zhengrong: "Then we are already very close to our goal, so we should have a meal and rest first, we should be able to find it in the afternoon."
Chapter completed!