"It's better to give up resistance, you're no match for me." I say.

"My people are coming over soon, the big man is gone, you better surrender. In this city, only I can guarantee the safety of you and your companions. "Mikhachav also wanted to threaten me.

I shook my head and pointed to the military dagger in his hand: "Throw it away, it won't work for me." Now, if you honestly accompany me to the big man's house, I will spare your life. ”

"The big man has become a prisoner, and it's useless to go any further. Everyone will follow my orders, and you'd better do the same. Mikhachav said through gritted teeth.

I stretched out my hand, but he didn't dare to move, so I grabbed the tip of the knife and brought the dagger over.

I dragged him down the ladder, picked up the pistol on the ground, and quickly turned to the fork in the road to the west.

"How will they notify you when they get it?" I asked.

At first, Mikhachav hung his head, not wanting to answer, but when I pressed the dagger to his neck, he finally spoke: "They will fire green flares to inform the armored forces outside the city of a fierce siege of the city." At the same time, their small army will touch the walls and take out all the snipers. There were only the old, the weak, the sick and the sick left in the city, and no one could stop them. So, no matter what you do now, the city has fallen. ”

He is telling the truth, the inside and the outside should be together, and the defenders are indeed powerless.

I looked at the western sky and knew that the green flare would take off at any moment.

"What else?" I asked.

"I had to rush to a secret treasure vault to protect a painting that the Nazi Führer in Berlin had asked for." He replied.

"What painting?" I asked.

"It's a painting from China, a long time ago, Chinese explorers got it from the Gobi Desert in the western part of the Central Plains." He replied.

I immediately thought of the murals of the Mogao Grottoes, which at that time could only be found in the caves and temples of western China. The Northern Alliance explorers used various methods to deceive and deceive them, looting the famous paintings there and transporting them back to China. Most of them were not sold for art at all, but for the sake of offering to the king or to be offered. Over time, all the works of art were deposited into the treasury of the Northern Alliance and became the exclusive property of the emperor.

"What is the content of the painting?" I asked.

Mikhachav shook his head: "I don't know, Berlin just gave a number - one hundred and two." ”

"Where is that painting hidden?" I asked again.

Mikhachav pointed to the southeast: "The basement of the National Museum." ”

I paused and looked down to think that the Führer would not go out of his way for an ordinary painting and pass on a special order. It can only be explained in this way - the painting was very important to the national fortunes of the Nazis, which is why the Führer ordered it to be obtained. Thinking about it from another angle, the task of the raiding party is not only to control the big man, but also to find the painting. In other words, as long as you find the painting and wait for the rabbit, the attacker will automatically follow.

It seems to me that the big man is not life-threatening, and it would be more useful for the Nazi Führer to keep him alive. In this era, the influence of the leader was so great that if the big man was willing to surrender, he would immediately surrender the entire territory of the Northern Union to the Nazis with a national order.

"Alright, let's go to the National Museum." I say.

Mikhachav was stunned: "Didn't we go to save the big guys?" Don't you take his life and death very seriously? ”

I didn't want to explain to him, dragged his wrist, changed direction and went straight to the southeast.

Most of the ancient buildings here are very intact, retaining the favorite characteristics of the rulers of 200 years ago, and are magnificent and elegant.

Along the way, Mikhachav kept squinting at me, his face showing confusion from time to time.

Maybe he thought I was here to save the big guys.

The roof of the National Museum is paved with golden glazed tiles, and from a distance, it is resplendent and majestic.

"Don't go through the main entrance, go straight to the basement." I say.

We descended from the north side of the building, up a staircase of fifty steps, into a huge basement that smelled of dampness.

Guard duty rooms remain at various intersections in the basement, but they are empty. Now that the whole city is full of soldiers, all the people have gone to the battlefield, and there is no time to care about the National Museum.

We entered the third basement floor and stopped in front of a large dark red iron door.

"This is it, the treasures numbered one to two hundred are in it." Mikhachav said.

"Open the door, let's go find One Hundred and Two together." I say

Mikhachev took out the key and opened the old-fashioned copper lock on the iron door.

Behind the iron gate are numerous shelves with high ceilings, on which are placed all kinds of ancient objects, including picture albums and books, as well as jade and bronze objects, which at a glance can tell that they are treasures from various countries looted from different places.

Of course, these are priceless treasures, but they have been stored here and have not seen the light of day, and their value cannot be reflected at all. If an antique dealer arrives here, he will be ecstatic, because only he knows the history of each treasure and the price of the international market.

For me, they are just antiquities and will not have any impact on my life.

Every item on the iron shelf was numbered, and we walked along the passage in the middle of the iron shelf, and soon found the one hundred and two.

It was a scroll, in a purple-black tin bucket. According to the analysis of the framing process, the scroll is at least three hundred years old.

"This is it." Mikhachav said.

This is the primary thing of the Nazi meta, and it must be extremely precious.

The shelves are divided into five levels, and the scroll is placed in the highest place, and we have to tiptoe to take it down.

I did not act rashly, because so far Mikhachav has not explained what exactly is precious of the scroll, and it seems that he has not fully stated the central problem that the Nazi Führer had given him.

"I'll take it off." Mikhachav said.

"What else did the Führer say to you? Is there anything you need to add? I asked.

Mikhachav frowned and thought for a while, and slowly shook his head: "No, his herald only told me to ask for the one hundred and two, and the rest did not have any explanation." ”

"You must have checked the information about this scroll, did you find it?" I asked again.

During the conversation, I quietly observed Mikhachev's expression. Now, his eyes are blinking continuously, and according to the psychological explanation, he must have a ghost in his heart.

He shook his head again: "I didn't find anything, the museum's records only say that this scroll is from the western part of the Central Plains, and there is no other text to explain it." ”

I immediately realized that his emphasis on "literal explanation" was the crux of the matter.

"No text? What about other notes. I stared at him calmly.

There used to be a large number of hieroglyphs in ancient China, and in the eyes of people in different countries, those hieroglyphs were pictures and should not be reduced to language and writing. If one had explained the scroll in hieroglyphs, then Mikhachav would have cunningly argued that these were not textual descriptions.

Mikhachav still wanted to hide it, his eyes rolled several times in a row, and then he shook his head: "It's true that there is nothing to explain, about this scroll, take it down and open it, and everything will be understood." ”

I take a step back and watch out for any danger. When he repeatedly insisted on taking the scroll down, I realized that there must be a dangerous change hidden here.

"I don't want to kill you, but that doesn't mean I don't dare to kill you. So, you'd better not give me any reason to kill. I said.

Indeed, I do not want to make a move against Mikhachav, otherwise he would have been a dead man in the bell tower.

Although I have entered this war-torn city, history is history, and modern people should not change it at will. When we are faced with such a magnificent work of human history, the power and insight of one person is too small to be the savior, let alone the creator of a new history.

Mikhachav is an important person next to the big man, and if he makes any mistakes, it is likely to cause a change in the thinking of the big man, which will lead to a change in the statecraft of the Northern Alliance, and then our world will be dangerous.

"I've told the truth." Mikhachav said.

"Only you know what the truth is, and I must make you understand how close death is to us." I say.

"Take the scroll down, unfold it, you and I will understand, isn't that good?" Mikhachev became agitated again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I looked for a possible way out, and in the event of danger in this ancient basement, the best thing to do was to break through the door. If you think about it, it looks like a basement, but it can also be used as an underground tomb. As long as the iron gate above is closed layer by layer, even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you will not be able to escape.

I'm not worried that Mikhachav will calculate me to my face, I'm just worried that he is also a bird, a scapegoat, and at the same time betraying others, it will be too dangerous.

"I'll take it down first." He said.

Before I could speak, he stood on tiptoe, grabbed the tin bucket with both hands, and gently took it down.

The width of the scroll is about two feet, and its length is about two meters from its diameter. The paper and satin on which the scrolls were mounted had turned a dark yellow, with damp mildew on the edges, and grayish-black in several places. The silk silk that hung the scroll was supposed to be red, but now it was burnt black.

The scroll must have been very old, at least a few hundred years before it was stolen by antiquities dealers. The exact year can be determined by carbon testing.

"Open it now, and you'll know the secret of item one hundred and two." Mikhachav said.

He grabbed the top of the scroll, and I slowly stepped back with both hands on the rolled part, allowing the scroll to open a little bit.

The picture in the scroll is a feast of figures, and like many ancient paintings, the painting style is very traditional, one stroke at a time, neat and powerful.

After opening it all, I saw the name of the painting - "Dunhuang Night Banquet".

I was a little disappointed by this content, because there are too many themes depicting banquets and drinking in ancient Chinese paintings, such as the most famous "Han Xizai's Night Banquet", which has nothing new and is only intended to record the gorgeous and leisurely life of the landlords and nobles.

This painting has no intersection with the mysterious culture of Dunhuang and Mogao Grottoes, and it seems that there is no need to hide here at all, and it should not be taken seriously by the Nazi Führer.

"Are you sure that's what the Nazi Yuan is all about?" I asked.

"One hundred and two." Mikhachav pointed to the number on the shelf, "I just look for it by number, as for what he really wants, it's not what I should care about." ”

"There must be something else you didn't say?" I say.

Mikhachav shook his head: "I have no way to prove myself, but we have all seen it, this is the one hundred and second baby." As for what the Nazi Führer wants, once the city falls, everything here belongs to him and he chooses, doesn't it? ”

I also shook my head and told the other party solemnly: "The city will not fall, and the Northern Alliance will not collapse." On the contrary, the Nazi panzers would suffer an unprecedented defeat outside the capital. ”

Mikhachav burst out laughing: "Are you joking? If you have read the battle reports on the tables of the big guys, you know that the enemy far outnumbered our troops in terms of tank performance, numbers, and follow-up attacks. In the plains, the lethality of one armored vehicle is equivalent to that of a force of five hundred people. Forget it, you are not a military scientist, and you will not understand such a description. In short, even the big guys now know that the tide is over, and anyone who tries to save the game is either a liar or a fool - which one are you? ”

According to the current situation, it is difficult for me to refute Mikhachav's words, but as long as Gu Qingcheng and I exert our efforts, the situation will be reversed immediately.

"Roll up the scroll." I say.

In the process of rolling up that painting, I was still thinking, why did the Nazi Führer pick up this one of the thousands of the same old paintings?

I suddenly noticed that the back of the scroll was uneven, and it was all lined with pieces of scale armor.

"Dragon scales? Could this be the legendary ancient inverse dragon scale diagram? "I was taken aback.