At this time, the fat man was holding food in one hand and a branch in the other, beating those tiger vultures.

"Get in line! All lined up. The fat man chewed the compressed biscuits, and he didn't care whether he understood it or not, so he said to the group of tiger vultures: "I tell you, be honest, be honest, do you hear?" ”

"Quack! Rattle! ”

The group of budgie vultures really seemed to understand the fat man's words, and let out a chork in unison.

"Oops, I'm a good girl." Seeing the fat man lecture this group of tiger vultures in a decent manner, Zhao San held the cigarette pouch pole in his mouth and sighed: "Little fat man, it's okay!" After such a while, he was able to control this group of birds. ”

"The fat man is good, you are also a leader." Zhang Meng smiled beside him: "Let's talk about it, what is written on the bodies of these tiger vultures......

"Damn! The fat man is a communist fighter born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze of socialism, how can he be eroded by you capitalist lackeys? I am not squeezing them, but instilling them with Marxism-Leninism and ****** ideas. The fat man still wanted to talk endlessly, but when he saw that Zhang Meng's face was darkened, he hurriedly said with a hippie smile: "Got, got, got, I'll just say it directly." ”

"Then you say." Zhang Meng glared at him and said.

"Damn!" The fat man muttered in a low voice, "I really don't know who asked whom?" In recent years, Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren have reversed. ”

"Huh?"

"Okay, I say, I say." After the fat man's poor mouth, he finally turned to the topic, he made a look with Lai Zi, Lai Zi took a tiger vulture and said, "We have seen that this is indeed Mongolian." ”

"Little fat man, didn't you say that the Mongolian text on this is different from the Chinese-Mongolian translation dictionary?" Zhao San asked.

"There is a fault line in the history of the development of the Mongolian script." Speaking of this, the fat man already had a straight face: "Actually, the book that Laizi gave me talks about the current Outer Mongolian script, but Outer Mongolia was controlled by the Soviet Union and experienced Chinese exclusion, so the Mongolian script they use now is not passed down from the hands of their ancestors." In other words, the Outer Mongolian script and the real Mongolian script are fundamentally two language families. ”

"And what about the tiger vulture?" Hearing the fat man say this, Zhao San asked in surprise.

"I studied it with Laizi and can confirm that the text on this should be the purest Mongolian script." Although it was the answer that everyone wanted, the fat man's face was not overly happy, but calmly a little abnormal: "Moreover, it should be in the early Yuan Dynasty." ”

"Yuan Chu?" Zhang Meng suddenly became excited: "Isn't that the era of Genghis Khan?" So we really got it in the right direction. No wonder that person couldn't help but stop it, it seems that this tiger vulture really has the clues we want. ”

"Don't get excited, and then listen to the little fat man." Zhao San saw the strange expression of the fat man.

"So what is written on these tiger vultures?" Lady asked, looking up.

Hearing this, the fat man and Laizi glanced at each other again, and their expressions were very complicated.

"What, no clues?" Zhang Meng couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"It's not." Lai Zi shook his head: "Actually, when we put together the words on these vultures one by one, we found that it indicated the location of Genghis Khan's secret burial. ”

"Really?" Seeing that the efforts of the past few days were finally about to succeed, Zhang Meng happily asked, "Where is it?" ”

"It's that simple?" Lady Na also couldn't believe that the location of the secret burial was actually on these tiger vultures, which was too child's play.

"It seems that things are far from that simple." Zhao San knocked the cigarette ash in the pot of the cigarette pouch, added some tobacco shreds from the cigarette pouch, looked at Lai Zi and said, "Say, seeing that you two are still hesitating, there must be some doubts." ”

"Jiang is still old and spicy, what the third uncle said." Raiko gave a thumbs up.

Before Laizi could continue, Zhang Meng looked at them in a bit of a daze and asked, "What, have doubts?" ”

"Yes, there's a problem here, and it's a big problem." Lai Zi said: "I have seen it with the fat man, and the Mongolian text on it does record how to find the tomb of Genghis Khan Temujin, and the specific location should be not far from the poplar forest." ”

"Then you ......" Zhang Meng looked at the silent fat man and said, "I understand, do you suspect that this clue is too easy?" ”

"Yes, that's the biggest doubt." The fat man finally couldn't help it, and said anxiously: "From the time we drove north and found the stone slab in the cave in the village temple, every clue has been destroyed in advance!" Whether it's a scratched map on a stone slab, an old flag commander who never speaks, or a secret in a desert castle, that's true. But now that we've found all the clues without a single soldier, it's a bit inappropriate, right? ”

"But these budgie vultures don't cheat, do they?" Zhang Meng asked rhetorically.

"But you have to know that vultures have a short growth life, and they are not those monsters under the Kunlun Mountains." "Although it is also possible that these tiger vultures have been passed down from generation to generation, you don't think it's ......"

"Dangerous." Zhao San pondered for a moment and added: "It's not unreasonable for Laizi and Fat Man to guess, the Martian ants we encountered before are much more powerful than these tiger vultures, and they are also very dangerous. And although the tiger vulture here is also very threatening, it is much less dangerous, according to our previous experience, such a creature is completely unqualified to guard the secrets of Genghis Khan! ”

"What's more, the guy behind the scenes has been following us all the time, and he also has a certain understanding of our strength, and he must have witnessed how we dealt with Martian ants. Even the Martian ant can't help us, so how can he release these less dangerous tiger vultures? Lady Na understood Laizi and the fat man's suspicions, and hurriedly added beside her.

"But he doesn't know that we have Hai Dongqing in hand?" Zhang Meng asked rhetorically.

Seeing that Zhang Meng was stubborn, everyone didn't say much.

For a moment, the scene fell silent.

In the end, Lady Na looked up at Zhang Meng and asked, "In this case, should we go or not go to the secret burial described on this tiger skin vulture?" ”

"Go, of course." Zhang Meng nodded without thinking about it and said, "Even if it's a trap, it's fake, we have to confirm it first." Maybe this shaman witch is taking advantage of our suspicious psychology and doing real tricks! ”

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