It is said that it is a small town is regarded as lifting, from the air it looks more like a super-large tunzi, most of the buildings are small bungalows and colored iron houses, the overall layout is the same as those larger tunzi in the northeast of China, and the houses are more simple than the northeast dwellings.

It is also the provincial capital, and there is no sense of city, so it is no wonder that the whole of Mongolia is only one city in Ulaanbaatar.

This is not the reason for the lack of people, in other countries, a place where 10,000 people live is basically a decent city, but here, not to mention 10,000, 50,000 people can be made into a big village.

The helicopters lined up and landed at the airport on the southeast side of Datunzi, if it can be called an airport - a flat land of river beach with a length of nearly 1 kilometer and a width of nearly 1 kilometer, it seems that there is a dirt runway eight or nine hundred meters long.

Don't think about the barbed wire fence of the fence, this does not exist, and before the helicopter lands, you can see a lot of sheep grazing below.

The planes were noisy, and the sheep that were closer to the landing site ran away, but they continued to eat their grass after only running two or three hundred meters, apparently adapting to a similar situation.

An old-fashioned refueling truck was waiting on the side, and the original local refuelers had been replaced by Russians: this is the provincial capital, there are Russian experts and advisers, and the occasional landing and refueling of Russian military planes here is generally coordinated by their own personnel, and the locals are not allowed to operate it.

The Russian garrison is like the emperor here.

It takes a lot of time for the four helicopters to refuel in turn, and Zhang Nan and these people just stand a little farther away in the airport to smoke, chat, and look at the scenery by the way - they can't sit in the helicopter during the refueling operation, although the Maozi don't care much about such safety regulations, but Zhang Nan thinks it's better to keep the rules.

The Mongolian plateau is neither hot nor cold in August, with an altitude of 1,700 meters, almost 400 meters above sea level in Ulaanbaatar, and the temperature seems to be cooler.

It was already about 11 o'clock, but the outside temperature was fifteen or sixteen degrees at most, and by the hottest time in the afternoon, it was about 20 degrees.

When it comes to the evening, it's lively, ten degrees is warm, seven or eight degrees is normal, and two or three degrees is not strange.

If it were a few hundred kilometers further south, Zhang Nan would like this kind of weather very much, and look up at the sky to see the real blue sky and white clouds.

But even if you don't forget it, you don't have a sense of belonging, it's all because of the people here!

After about 35 minutes of flying again, I finally saw my destination: a large hillside with low north and high south slopes below, and a small stream flowing from east to west on the north side, which is said to be called the Deer River.

This large area is surrounded by gentle slopes on three sides, with many pine forests scattered and scattered, and the scenery looks very good, and it is estimated that there are many wild animals.

Seeing a camp of off-road trucks, jeeps and tents near the landing area, the helicopter landed on a gentle slope marked with a white cloth strip nailed to the ground.

Only two landing sites were arranged, and two ordinary Mi-8s landed first, and after quickly releasing the people inside, they took off and took off, and they will fly to Checherleg, and they will be on standby there during this time if there are no special circumstances.

Zhang Nan's luxury Mi-8 landed after another helicopter, and these two were not left in the camp and could be used at any time.

A large group of people were waiting for Zhang Nan to arrive, and the off-road truck convoy that arrived three or four hours ago and the people who arrived in advance showed the people in this camp what a big deal was, and the pomp and circumstance of four helicopters landing one after another and a group of armed men protecting them shocked this group of inspectors with disheveled hair.

It's all for one person's hobby, and there is really no one in this pomp!

Zhang Nan waited until the helicopter propeller stopped before getting off the plane, he didn't like his hair to turn into a sparrow's nest, and he hated the propeller spinning overhead: he never sat directly under the ceiling fan, otherwise he would always wonder if that thing would fall off.

As soon as I got off the plane, I saw Nong Bosheng and several Chinese archaeological experts waiting for me, so I greeted him and said, "I'm sorry, it's windy..."

A few of them were old acquaintances, exchanged a few pleasantries, and the two sides made introductions, because Aleksandrov would also be in the camp with several officers.

After finishing the polite words, the group walked to the place where the large tent was located.

Zhang Nan said in dialect as he walked: "I said Director Nong, you said that you were looking for the tomb of Genghis Khan's gang of Mongolian Great Khans, how to dig up the tomb of Xiongnu Shan Yu." ”

Yes, this trip turned into digging the tomb of the Xiongnu Shan Yu, not the Mongol Great Khan, but Zhang Nan still came.

On the open slope not far from the camp, among the sparse pine forests, there are at least dozens of Xiongnu nobles buried in a range of more than 2,200 meters long from east to west and more than 1,300 meters wide from north to south: you can clearly see the outline of many tombs that are exposed to the ground, because these tombs have stones, and they are surrounded by large stones, some of which are more than a meter above the ground, and it is estimated that they are buried under the turf.

This shape of the tomb, the Huns are undoubted.

This is a literal no-man's land, the cemetery is called the Gaole Maodu Tomb Group, and the level of the tomb owner is very high, which was discovered during their scientific expedition.

Of course, Nong Bosheng could hear that Zhang Nan was joking, and replied in Yongcheng dialect: "The Xiongnu is a single tomb, or a A-shaped tomb, 50 meters long and wide, the tomb is 30 meters long, and the narrowest place is 7 meters wide, and the largest Xiongnu tomb ever discovered."

It's a rare opportunity, will you come?"

"Hehe, of course come, we don't have a tomb of this level, even if we have, we're embarrassed to do it, right? Not to mention whether the country will manage it, I think it's all evil to dig up high-level tombs. ”

Zhang Nan said this, looking up slightly at the surrounding scenery, "How good this is, you can dig as much as you want."

Actually, Curator Nong, you shouldn't let us do this excavation with the Russians, if you give me a geographical coordinate in advance, you can ask the garrison here to pull two excavators.

This is the grassland, their off-road vehicles can pull over, they can really dig as much as they want, they can all be killed in a week or two, even if someone comes, they will all suddenly throw them on the side to feed the wolves..."

Well, as for storytelling, Director Nong is not such a person.

Comrade Curator is engaged in archaeology, and what Zhang Nan thinks about is no longer tomb robbery, but Ming robbery.

It's just talk, but if there are similar places to find in the future, he really doesn't mind doing it—preferably by the end of next year, otherwise all the Russian garrisons that can be deployed here at will be evacuated.

Talking and laughing in the big tent, it was only set up in the morning, and the batch brought by Zhang Nan, the tent of the agricultural curator was not so big.

"Anan, you came here in time for the rain, this is no man's land, if you want to buy something, you have to go to Checherlege recently.

The trip lasted at least five or six hours, and the whole day went back and forth, and there was no ghost in other places, except for a few yurts that could be grazed on the way.

There are no vegetables and fruits yet, and after the previous inspection and the more than a month here, our old brothers drooled at the thought of what they had at home.

The herdsmen hired here are good at finding wild vegetables, but they can find either wild onions or even wild onions, plus beef and mutton and noodles and cakes. ”

"The locals here are not friendly to foreigners. ”

"It's okay, the pastoral area is slightly better, so we can make some cash here, and besides, we and the Russian experts are too old to do heavy work. ”

The curator was in a good mood, and as soon as he entered, he smelled the aroma of fruits and vegetables: this tent is not only a restaurant, but also a small meeting room.

The service staff brought by Zhang Nan is placing today's Chinese food, and there are a lot of fruits on the simple folding table, and the red lotus mist and round mangosteen alone make many people greedy and blind!

I haven't seen it, I haven't eaten it, and I don't even know how to eat it, but I heard that eating these tropical fruits is cool and greasy.

Yesterday I sent some of the local Russian garrison, and Colonel Alexandrov and other officers will see it in both eyes - tropical fruits, even during the Soviet era, there were no in Moscow, let alone in this Mongolian plateau, everyone has never seen it at all!