"Loyal bones are buried in a foreign land, and the liver and gallbladder are finally connected" is the phrase left by the former commander who died in the Yellow Springs, and it is also the phrase positioned in the area behind this village by a standard hand-painted field map.

Buck suspected that it was a printing factory and a machine for printing counterfeit banknotes. According to the new banknotes just printed in the safe, Buck wanted to take it here easily, which was also considered to be a contribution.

But the old man was obviously even more surprised, and his voice was a little bit shocked. Buck realized that the word explosives was the word, and he was even more coercive: "How much explosives are there! I handed over them all! I'm very impatient now. If the answer I want cannot be answered immediately, I will have to kill someone!"

The old man gritted his teeth: "No...not much, only a few dozen kilograms!"

If you can't get a gun, it's okay to dynamite. Buck now has a completely stance that you can eat a bowl of rice without meat: "Okay! Take me to get it right away, take it right away if you take it!" He reached out and pulled the old man up and carried it on his back. Fortunately, the first aid kit on his waist that he was used to can provide the wounded with weight like a baby seat. This is also one of the effective equipment of the military doctor. Press the microphone in his ear and told Bell in Ukrainian: "Go and Amman to drive two cars over at the entrance of the village, ready to evacuate at any time. Balayev goes with me..."

The hyena hidden in the dark is actually the most feared gunman. When Buck carried the old man through the village road, the villagers on the roadside crowded together and were a little afraid of the gun behind him. However, the result of long-term contact with the gun is not as scared as ordinary civilians. Following his footsteps secretly, perhaps following him is a good choice.

This made Balayev nervous and kept his back to Buck and pushed his rifle towards the rear.

Buck was a little more relaxed. The old man tried to persuade him to sit down in the village ancestral hall to have a cup of tea and wait for him to ask someone to bring the explosives over. He must go and see. If it was really a printing factory, it would have to be destroyed.

Obviously, his request to go to the place indicated by the hand-drawn drawing also coincided with the direction where the explosives were stored here. The old man was speechless at his insistence, but he was not surprised.

Under the strong light flashlight, he hurriedly passed through a row of houses. Balayev used a rifle and a low roar to prevent the villagers from crossing the house. Buck was already standing in the position marked on the small notebook with the old man on his back.

It's really a cemetery!

It is like the small cemetery of the Western countries behind the church. Many stone tablets of different sizes stand in front of the raised graves, and the outer periphery is surrounded by wooden fences. On the front fence gate, there is a horizontal plaque with eaves on it. The dragon and phoenix dance are indeed written with "Loyal bones buried in a foreign land, and the liver and courage will eventually be reflected in each other." The plaque door frame is vulgar, and the calligraphy is not exciting. Including the wooden fence, it is not a meticulous work, it is completely the level of self-made living in desert islands. Buck put down the old man, and he is sure that there is something here, otherwise the teacher far away in Canada would not have painted this in his own book like a diary.

So now he sneered: "Come on... show me your sincerity, otherwise I will notify the outside to shoot. The thirty or fifty people who followed outside the house were only enough for one magazine!"

It perfectly portrays the image of a cruel and mysterious visitor.

The old man should have also completed the journey of psychological struggle: "Forget it... I knew it was a disaster since I was a child! We have never been a hero to fight against the war and save the country... I believe that who can counterattack the Communist Party now..." He limped into the cemetery.

Buck opened the pistol holster buckle at his waist, held the rifle, and followed the old man calmly. Thanks to his military doctor's identity, Fang Lingying probably wouldn't be afraid of the feeling of walking in the cemetery on a cold rainy night. The flashlight was looking around and looked around. It was full of men born in the early 2000s, but the time of death was in the past few years, but the further back, the bigger the grave bag, and the time of death began to concentrate in the 1940s and 1950s. The last row of grave bags was made of stone pedestals.

The diameter of the slab is more than two or three meters. Buck saw that the stone tablet was obviously much more delicate. Obviously, the brigade commander and staff rank were also much higher. The two large tombs in the middle were already more than one person high and occupied a very large area. Buck also guessed whether the teacher left a place for him, but found that it was full of names on it. He just swept it with a flashlight. He was afraid that there were thousands of people, which were much more than the hundreds of people when the teacher fled to Southeast Asia!

It turned out to be a tomb, and it seemed to be a commemoration of the graves of those comrades who died in the War of Resistance. In this regard, Buck felt that the other party was indeed loyal and was far away from home to pay tribute to the brothers who died on the battlefield. After all, this was also the warriors who killed the Japanese devils on the front battlefield. Although the boss finally stood in the wrong team, everyone was not a ghost, and that record could not be erased.

But this emotion lasted only a few seconds, and the old man turned to the back of one of the big graves. He had no mechanism. He pushed the stone tablet with names on the back, and then a pulley skated away. He reached out to turn on the electric light inside and made a gesture: "That's it, please! Take it all..."

Buck stood behind the grave, and the hole that was bent over and looked at with a flashlight. The dark green crate sprayed with the u.s.a logo was stacked on top of more than ten! Buck, who always guessed others with a dark mentality, pushed the old man: "What are these dozens of kilograms?" It definitely looked more and more. The old man was still ambushing just now.

The old man laughed and walked in: "What I left behind in my old life was originally able to follow the teachings and not use embezzlement. Now there is no old people discipline and no income from opium and opium. I have already started to sell some money to make a living by breaking up some parts, and only these explosives can be sold for some money..."

When I opened the box, I was indeed filled with tnt explosives in American tin boxes. Looking at the time marked on it, it was indeed during World War II!

It may be more creepy than being in a cemetery. There are so many explosives that can easily blow people to pieces, but Buck is familiar with the habit of TNT military explosives. It is actually quite safe. Turning around, he looks at the empty area around: "Is there explosives used to be placed?"

The old man nodded: "It turns out they are all..."

But Buck swept the flashlight on the stone floor covered with moisture-proof lime. He didn't find the little bit of printing ink or paper fragments he thought. Instead, he squatted down and picked up a bullet, a very strange bullet. Anyway, Buck had never used it before. The caliber was about the same as the ak rifle I used to be, but it was a round-headed rifle bullet, a little rusted, and the metal head was already black and blue: "What about this..."

The old man who was very accustomed to squeezing toothpaste was helpless: "It turned out that there were a lot of ammunition stored here, and later they were sold to various armed forces to modify the ammunition. Now who still uses this .30 ammunition?" After pausing, he explained: "The m1 carbine is used exclusively. It should be used in the museum. Who still uses it?"

Buck clapped his hands and stood up and walked out, contacting Balayev on the walkie-talkie: "There are about 200 kilograms of tnt explosives here. If you ask Amman to drive a car in, then let the villagers in front of you come over and move them into the car for me!"

After saying the arrangements, looking at the old man who came out, Buck pointed to another tomb with perseverance: "Where is this?"

Unlike the stone tablet that might have been moved from time to time, the stones behind another tomb are covered with moss.
Chapter completed!