"I heard that the place we are going to this time is Prakans City in the Storm Province."
"I haven't been there."
On the bus of the Imperial School of Economics, students from this year's Department of Archeology took their packed luggage and sat in their seats chatting excitedly.
At the front, the car was idling. The bearded bus driver glanced at the chirping children behind him, smiled slightly but shook his head.
As a school bus driver, he is used to seeing such scenes, full of energetic children, with bodies full of youthful vitality and souls free of worries and whimsical thoughts.
Then the bus driver touched his body, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He got up, left his seat and walked out of the bus. He wanted to smoke a cigarette first when he got off the bus.
Under the bus, as the instructor in charge of this trip, the gray-haired Professor Wilson was still wearing his old suit, with a pair of sunglasses pinned to his handkerchief, and his hair was messy in the wind.
From time to time, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, as if he was waiting for something.
The bus driver got out of the car and lit his cigarette. He took a sip and blew out the white smoke from between his rough lips and teeth. Then he pinched it with two fingers. He saw Professor Wilson not far away, and then walked toward him.
He came over.
"professor."
"Why are you suddenly taking these kids to the scene?"
Although Professor Wilson is busy with work and keeps a low profile on weekdays, the bus driver is also an old employee who has worked at the college for most of his life. He is also an acquaintance on weekdays, so he chatted with the old professor while waiting for the bus to be heated.
On the other side, Professor Wilson looked at his watch frequently. He was worried and thinking deeply. He was suddenly interrupted when he heard the bus driver talking to him. However, his high quality and self-cultivation still made him politely nod his head and talk to the other party.
Chatted for a few words.
"yes."
Why are these children allowed to appear?
In fact, this was not Professor Wilson's original intention.
He has been engaged in research in the field of archeology for so many years and taught in the college. How could he have done such an unreliable thing?
Although the number of applicants for the Department of Archeology has been declining year by year, and it is gradually declining, it is not like there is no one available, so a bunch of kids will be sent out.
However, this is what that family means...
Thinking of this, Professor Wilson's heart sank a little. He didn't know why that family did this, and why they insisted on bringing along his group of students.
But Miss Xu, who found him privately and mentioned the matter, promised him that he would protect the safety of the students and would only allow the students to move around the periphery of the ancient tomb and would never allow them to go deep inside.
What's more, this is also an opportunity to exercise, because the small arms can't twist the thighs.
He knew very well the strength hidden under the surface of the water. Even if he refused, it would be useless. They had other ways to solve it.
It was almost impossible for the ant to change what the elephant was sure about, so Professor Wilson struggled repeatedly and finally reluctantly agreed to the request.
Therefore, it was not actually Professor Wilson's intention to bring these students with him, but that he had no choice but to do so.
Rumble——
However, at this moment, the roar of the diesel engine sounded, and the dust was mixed with a pungent smell. In the square in front of the school's main entrance, several military off-road vehicles flying the federal flag made a low roar and drove over from far to near.
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These ferocious-looking military off-road vehicles are heading this way, and the pressure coming towards them is almost suffocating.
laugh--
Then they stopped the car in front of everyone, and several soldiers in military uniforms and armed with automatic firearms and an officer opened the door and jumped out of the car.
"Sir."
While the soldiers stood guard by the car, the officer took two quick steps to Professor Wilson, and then took the initiative to extend his hand.
"professor."
"My name is Hank, you can call me Lieutenant Colonel Hank, and I will cooperate with you from now on."
Lieutenant colonel?
The officer in front of him looked even middle-aged, with a somewhat weathered face, but his eyes were extraordinarily determined. He looked like he was not a walk-in, but a man who had experienced battlefields and had real abilities.
"It seems that the federal government is really taking this matter seriously."
Professor Wilson looked at the outstretched hand of Lieutenant Colonel Hank in front of him and thought to himself.
A lieutenant colonel in the federal military system is not just a cannon fodder or a minion, but a real high-level officer. It is not something that ordinary people can get to the position by virtue of their connections.
"Lieutenant Colonel Hank."
Then the old professor stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lieutenant Colonel Hank.
"Have you ever been to Guise?"
Professor Wilson saw the tattoo on Lieutenant Colonel Hank's arm and asked politely.
Because Lieutenant Colonel Hank has a tattoo of a harpy on his arm, and this kind of strange tattoo is not common in the Westeros Federation, only in that distant land.
"Yunkai, Professor."
When the middle-aged officer heard Professor Wilson's question, a smile appeared on his cheeks, and then he couldn't help but speak proudly.
"I once fought in Yunkai and was stationed there for three years to eliminate terrorism, human rights, freedom and a series of injustices there, and to rescue the people there."
"I see."
When Professor Wilson heard Lieutenant Colonel Hank's answer, he suddenly understood in his heart.
No wonder he could feel the murderous aura from Lieutenant Colonel Hank. It turned out that he was really an officer who had been on the battlefield and retired from the front line.
Ten years ago, the federal president launched a war against the Ghiscari region on the grounds of "supporting terrorism" and "possessing dangerous chemical weapons."
One of the main battlefields of this war is today's Yunkai.
Since the collapse of the Valyrian Empire thousands of years ago, the Ghiscari region has actually never seen a day of peace again.
The Gith people once desperately tried to resist the rule of the ancient empire, and even this place has always been the most unstable territory of the ancient empire. Emperors of the past empires have been concerned about the unrest of Ghiscari.
However, the Gith people may not have imagined that these ten thousand years of rule would be their most peaceful and stable days.
Since the disintegration of the empire, the once most turbulent province of Ghiscari has naturally ceased to exist. The reveling Gith people couldn’t wait to burn the flags of the empire, trampled on the Ghiscari Governor’s Palace, and smashed everything that did not belong to this land.
things and rebuilt the statue of the harpy.
And the harpy, the symbol of the Ghiscari Empire, has returned, and slavery, which has been abolished for ten thousand years in this land, has naturally returned.
The slave owners occupied Yunkai, Astapor, Meereen and other major cities in the original Ghiscari province, established large and small city-states, and began civil wars with each other, hoping to unify the Ghiscari region.