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Finally, Fang Hong hung next to the hole with one arm, and the general's shovel probed into the gap in the stone, and with a vigorous prie, he pried off a stone.

Stones rolled to the ground.

Fang Hong looked up and felt that this was not possible, in case one of them was unstable, he would explain himself.

I don't have climbing tools, but I have ropes, so I can climb to the top, tie the rope from the top, and descend.

As soon as he thought of it, Fang Hong quickly went down the stone cliff, ran all the way back to the camp, then took the rope and ran back to the bottom of the cliff.

This back and forth, it's almost ten laps on the playground.

Running in the mountains is a little more tiring, and the altitude here is quite high, but Fang Hong has strong endurance, so this little road is nothing.

Arriving at the bottom of the cliff, carrying the rope, Fang Hong took two minutes to reach the top, and then found a boulder and a tree at the top of the cliff, tied the rope to the tree, and then extended out and tied it to the stone, and after trying, he began to slide down.

Descending to the top of the hole, Fang Hong fastened the rope buckle, then spread his legs above the hole, and began to dig with a military shovel, first digging out part of the soil on the surface, and then tying the military shovel to his waist and throwing the stones down one by one.

Finally, after emptiing all the stones, Fang Hong put a little rope and slid down a section.

The light penetrated, everything in this cave seemed very dark, the light was not so big, but Fang Hong, who was in the sun, could not see the emptiness of the cave clearly.

Continuing to put the rope down, Fang Hong climbed into the hole.

This cave is a little more than a person high, Fang Hong stood in it just enough to leave two fists to the top, if it was a French seven hundred years ago, it would be almost a head and a half from the top of the cave.

The traces of artificial excavation of this cave are too obvious, and the whole cave has been dug out in a boxy way, but this should be a natural cave transformation, because it is impossible for Europeans to understand the method of digging stones with fire and water in that era, and our ancestors once used this way to carve out a two-mile-long road in a big mountain.

However, the Europeans, with brute force, did not have a problem enlarging the cave.

The point is that there are many written records and carvings left on this cave.

Fang Hong looked around and felt that this was definitely the cave recorded on the map.

Going deep into the bottom of the cave, Fang Hong leaned against the cave wall, turned back and collapsed three steps, and then excavated with a military shovel.

The geology here is not a single rock wall, but a lot of rocks and earth.

However, the surface of this cave has been treated, the bottom has been dug up, then covered with earth, and the back is rubbed, so after digging a layer of gravel, it is easy to dig underneath.

The more he dug, the more strange Fang Hong felt, when he dug nearly calf deep, there was nothing, and when he dug thigh deep, there was still nothing, there was a ghost.

Nothing.

"Could it be that when there was a crisis, the people of the Order dug up things?"

Fang Hong sat cross-legged on the ground, having worked hard for so many days.

No one will feel good.

Smoking a cigarette, Fang Hong sighed and got up to leave, then with a flash of inspiration at the entrance of the cave, he turned back suddenly!

There is a wooden box called Lilia in the elementary school text, which was written by a former SL writer.

The content of the article is that the protagonist Lilia counted ten steps at the door before the Germans reached his home, and then dug a pit and buried his toys, but came back four years later and dug a hollow.

Could it be that the moral army fought thousands of miles just to poach his toys?

Later, Lilia figured out that because he had grown taller, the distance of each step was different, so he took five steps and finally dug up the toy.

This text is about the world changing, and I am also changing, which is the same feeling as the vicissitudes of life, but it is written on a smaller scale.

So, is the world progressing relative to the Europeans of seven hundred or even nine hundred years ago?

I don't know if morality has progressed, but people must have grown taller. At that time, the Europeans, where did they come from.

At that time, the French were remarkable, with an average height of 1.5 meters.

Fang Hong took two steps forward against the wall, and then retreated slightly: "This is it!" ”

"I'm going to dig three feet into the ground and find it out for you!"

Gravel was dug up, dust was dug up, sawdust was dug up.

Wait, dug up the sawdust? Fang Hong hurriedly stopped, picked up the residue with his hand and looked at it.

It's definitely rotten wood chips, and because of the dampness here, the wood is rotting in the ground, which is all too familiar.

Fang Hong's right hand carefully cut away the mixed wood chips and dirt, and a stone slab appeared.

Fang Hong carefully emptied all the dirt, and the first thing he did after taking it out was to take pictures.

With the slate, Fang Hong went down the rope to the low end.

Looking at the stone slab the size of a mouse pad that he had taken down with great effort in his hand, and then looked at the cave on the cliff, Fang Hong gritted his teeth, found some branches, and covered the stone slab, this time, Fang Hong climbed up with a stone that he had just dropped.

piece by piece, it wasn't until it was dark that Fang Hong blocked the entrance to the cave again.

Later, he dug up a pile of mud, applied it next to the cracks in the stones, and even dug some moss from the ground and covered it with the mud.

This huge project was completed by Fang Hong alone, and it was a high-altitude operation, which was as tired as a dog.

But Fang Hong did not stop, but returned to the camp with the traces of the ground, brought the stone slabs, put away the tent, put away everything, and marched towards the mountains and forests with the stone slabs on his back.

The next day, a bunch of people poured into the live broadcast room and found that the live broadcast was not opened, which was very strange.

Until the second night of French time, the live broadcast did not start.

Sailors kept speculating whether Fang Hong had an accident.

On the third day, there was still no live broadcast, but Fang Hong put a message on the top of the live broadcast room: "If you have something to go back to, take the risk and pause." ”

This is the first time that Fang Hong has paused his adventure in the live broadcast, and then disappeared without explaining in the live broadcast.

Some people speculate that the powerful and incomparable gun brother was also injured and should have returned to China for treatment.

On the fourth day, there were still sailors who habitually entered the live broadcast room, but there was still no one.

No one knew where Fang Hong had gone.

On the fifth day, the live broadcast finally started again.

However, Fang Hong was not in a certain mountain forest, nor in a certain sea, but in Rome, Italy.

"There was something to deal with the other day, and after disappearing for a few days, I came back and the adventure continued."

"Brother Gun, don't lie to me if I don't read much, this is Rome, not any French city."

"That's right." Fang Hong: "Our theme this time is the three major knights, the part of the Templar Knights has been completed, and the next one is the Knights of Shantang." ”

Standing in Rome, Fang Hong pointed into the distance: "Where is there a temple or church that used to be a shrine in Shantang, where does our adventure begin." ”

At this moment, Fang Hong did not expect that this part of the adventure journey of the three major knights would be a long adventure that would go back and forth throughout Europe and even all of West Asia.

In the sun, the roof of the church appears angular.

There are many Christian denominations, and you can tell by looking at the roof of the church.

There are Gothic spires, onion heads, and even churches similar to those of the Arab Isran.

Every church in Rome has a long history, even the smallest ones.

For example, the one in front of you.

When the Knights of the Zendo were founded, they received the blessing of the Pope and were given special privileges.