"Brother Xiaobao, isn't our village going to bury Wang Xing today? I'm afraid something will happen again, so I thought it would be better if you were here."
Yang Xiaobao thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, then I'll stay here."
"Great, great." Zhang Shengli said, "I'll take you to have a rest."
Yang Xiaobao followed Zhang Shengli and walked from the cemetery to the village.
When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Yang Xiaobao saw a car parked on the roadside.
Yang Xiaobao didn't care at first, but when they walked past the car, they saw the car door open and two people walking out.
"Isn't this Xiaobao?"
An old man looked at Yang Xiaobao and asked immediately.
Yang Xiaobao stopped and looked at the old man who spoke.
"This...don't you know how to be the director of the county cultural center?" Yang Xiaobao recognized the old man.
The old man chuckled, nodded, and said, "It seems you haven't forgotten me."
It turned out that one of the two people who got off the car was the director of the county cultural center.
"Director, why are you here?"
The director of the county cultural center smiled, pointed to an old man standing next to him, and said: "This is an expert sent by the province, Mr. Ma."
"Ma Xiangrong." The old man extended his hand and introduced himself.
Yang Xiaobao quickly shook hands with him.
"Brother Xiaobao, I heard that you discovered the body yesterday?" the director of the cultural center asked.
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said, "Yes, I discovered it."
"We came here specifically to talk about this matter."
When Zhang Shengli, who was standing next to Yang Xiaobao, heard this, he quickly smiled and said: "It turns out it's someone sent from above. Then follow me to the village committee."
"Who are you?"
Zhang Shengli immediately introduced himself: "I am the village chief of this village."
"Oh, oh, it turns out to be the village chief, hello, hello."
After shaking hands, everyone followed Zhang Shengli to the village committee of Beihe Village.
After sitting down, Ma Xiangrong said straight to the point: "We did some research on the contents of those sarcophagi, especially the gun. We believe that it was a gun used by the Japanese during the war."
After hearing Ma Xiangrong's words, Yang Xiaobao and Zhang Shengli looked at each other.
He didn't understand what this meant.
"And there are some other things in the tomb. We have done research, and now we can be sure that the bones should be of a Japanese, and a major."
"Really?" Zhang Shengli asked with his eyes widened.
Ma Xiangrong nodded: "Judging from the things found in the cemetery, it should be like this."
"And I also checked the information from the county cultural center. At that time, there was indeed a war between the Chinese and the Japanese near Beihe Village."
It seems that this war is the war that the rich old man said.
"It's a pity that due to the small number of Chinese people and poor equipment at that time, not a single person in the platoon survived."
When Yang Xiaobao heard this, he nodded and said nothing.
"If a major was really killed, it would not be a pity that all the people in this row died." said an expert from the provincial capital.
The director of the county cultural center also said at this time: "It is a pity that all the people in that row disappeared at that time, and not even a body was found."
When Yang Xiaobao heard this, he glanced at Zhang Shengli again.
"How is it possible? Aren't there usually corpses everywhere on the battlefield?" Zhang Shengli asked.
"Yes, usually after a war, you will always encounter some corpses, but after that war, they suddenly disappeared. Later, their troops went to look for them in that place, but found nothing."
"But now that one body has been found, there may be another body." Ma Xiangrong, an expert from the province, said.
Yang Xiaobao asked: "Then, what is your purpose here?"
"We just want to look for it and see if we can find anything else."
"Where to find it?" Zhang Shengli asked immediately.
"We want to take a look at that sarcophagus, okay?" Ma Xiangrong, an expert from the provincial capital, asked.
Zhang Shengli looked at Yang Xiaobao, who had a noncommittal expression.
"Well, okay then, I'll take you to see it."
"Xiaobao, you can come with us too."
Yang Xiaobao nodded: "Okay, let's go together."
Yang Xiaobao returned to the sarcophagus with them.
The sarcophagus was dug out by Yang Xiaobao and has not yet been buried.
The expert inspected it carefully and said: "This sarcophagus is actually made of stones, and it doesn't take half a day's work."
"It was probably buried after the war," said the director of the county cultural center.
The expert from the provincial capital nodded: "Looking at it, it is possible."
"But where are the other dead soldiers?" Zhang Shengli asked curiously.
The director of the county cultural center smiled bitterly and said, "We also have some doubts about this issue."
Yang Xiaobao suddenly thought of someone and said to Zhang Shengli: "Why don't you let Mr. Fugui come? Maybe he will remember something."
"Okay, then you guys stay here and watch while I go find Mr. Fugui."
Zhang Shengli said and ran towards the village.
At this time, Yang Xiaobao heard the sound of suona and firecrackers at the end of the village.
He knew that this was when King Xing was about to be buried.
"Xiaobao, I heard about what happened in Beihe Village." The director of the cultural center said, "I didn't expect that three people died in one day."
"It's because of digging up this big locust tree." Yang Xiaobao pointed to the tree and said.
"Is it related to the fact that the sarcophagus is so close to the big locust tree?" the cultural director asked.
"That's not very clear."
While they were chatting, Yang Xiaobao saw Zhang Shengli walking over tremblingly, supporting the wealthy old man.
They rushed to greet him.
"Uncle Fugui, this is an expert from the provincial capital. This is the director of our county cultural center."
Zhang Shengli introduced it to the wealthy old man.
The wealthy old man nodded and said, "Okay, okay, if you have anything to do, just ask me."
"Old man, I would like to ask, do you still have any influence on the war that year?" the director of the county cultural center asked.
The rich old man sighed and said: "I was still young at that time, and I was hiding in the mountains with the adults. I don't know exactly what happened down there, but it was true that I kept hearing gunshots."
"Then, how long have you been in the mountains?" asked the provincial expert.
"Three days or four days, it's been a long time, I don't remember."
"Oh? So long."
"Yeah, we were all wondering why the fight lasted so long. My brother even went to the foot of the mountain to take a look secretly. He kept seeing soldiers, so he didn't dare to go back."
Yang Xiaobao sighed and said, "Three days are enough for a lot of things to happen."