In ancient times, only the emperor could use dragon scales and silk silk to paint, because since Qin Shi Huang, the emperor regarded himself as "the dragon and the son of heaven".

Quietly, I rolled up the scroll with Mikhachav and put it back in the tin bucket.

"What now?" He asked.

"Just wait here, wait for your friends to come." I replied.

Obviously, Mikhachav was very much in favor of my answer and very satisfied. He was very confident in the combat capability of the Nazi sneak attack troops, and probably thought that as long as that small force arrived here, I would be a turtle in an urn, and I would be able to capture it. In fact, he didn't realize that my combat effectiveness was far beyond his imagination, and it was not at all comparable to these World War II soldiers.

"Okay, we can rest for a while." Mikhachav sat down against the shelf.

I am worried about the future of Mikhachev, he is only being used to think that he can benefit from the destruction of the Northern Alliance, but it is clear that he only has the value of being used, and it is impossible for him to become the latest leader of the Northern Alliance.

There are too many historical examples that show that traitors do not end well, and Mikhachav is no exception. This is actually a very tragic thing, he betrayed the big man and became the biggest traitor in the history of the Northern Alliance, and while he was ruined, he would also be hung on the pillar of shame in history and ridiculed by people all over the world. It's just that he has not yet thought of his tragic fate, and may still be immersed in the empty promises of the Nazi Führer.

"It's full of treasures." I sighed softly.

Mikhachav laughed: "Yes, all treasures, once they all belonged to the Northern Union, but now they belong to the Germans." It is strange to me that treasures are just treasures, and whoever owns them cannot possess them permanently, but only keep them temporarily. The same is true of your emperors of the Central Plains and the kings of Europe. Do you know? Every treasure is stained with blood, and it makes sense that the original owner, the current owner, and the future owner will shed blood and sacrifice for it? ”

Being able to put forward such a reflection proves that Mikhachav is not a stupid person. However, being smart is mistaken by being smart, and smart people can do wrong things, and they will be wrong.

The scroll sat quietly in the tin bucket, and it was difficult to spot the dragon scale pattern behind it if it was not touched with your hands. For foreigners, even if they find a dragon scale, they don't understand the meaning and don't pay enough attention to it.

Of all the countries in the world, only China has studied dragons in such depth that it has accumulated many books, and a single piece of dragon scales can make writers and archaeologists write thousands of words. Since the "Dunhuang Night Banquet" is painted on the paper with dragon scales, it must have some special meaning.

I wasn't going to take anything from here, but the appearance of the dragon scales made me make a firm decision to take this scroll with me and never let it fall into the hands of the Nazi troops. It seems that a vicious battle is inevitable.

This is something that belongs to the Chinese, and of course it should be brought back to China, there is no doubt about that.

"They'll be there soon." Mikhachav said again.

I nodded and didn't say anything more.

In fact, now for Mikhachav, everything is unknown. It was a great war, and with the exception of a few world-famous heads of state, the rest of the men were nothing more than a drop in the ocean, pebbles in a stream, innumerable, inconspicuous, and leaving no trace. Both heroes and traitors will die out over time and will no longer be remembered.

"Dunhuang Night Banquet" ...... "I repeat this name in my heart.

Historically, Dunhuang has changed hands several times and belonged to different countries at different times. It is easy to know the era in which the painter lived by finding out which period the painting depicted.

The most famous rumor about the Nazi Führer is that he ordered the search for the axis of the Earth.

I highly suspect that this scroll has something to do with the Earth's axis, otherwise the Nazis would not have traveled all the way to blitzkrieg the capital of the Northern Alliance. The ultimate secret could only be answered from the Nazi Führer.

Mikhachav raised his wrist and looked at his watch. Although I didn't say anything, I already understood that the appointed time was getting closer and closer.

In a narrow terrain like a basement, * and pistols don't come in handy. I'm pretty sure that in hand-to-hand combat, I'll be able to win with one to ten.

"According to your plan, after you get this scroll, will you send it directly to Berlin or keep it in its place, waiting for the Führer to come and review it?" I asked.

"It was sent to Berlin, and I personally escorted it so that there would be no problems on the way. My herald said that this painting is more important than this city. Mikhachav replied.

"What secret is hidden in it, more important than the capital of the Northern Alliance? Are these words of the Führer too exaggerated? I asked.

Mikhachav shrugged his shoulders and seemed to be dismissive of my words and did not bother to answer. This is enough to prove that he knows the secret of this painting, but he just refuses to tell it.

"I know the secret of the Earth's axis, and the Nazi Führer has been tracking it down, so how could he suddenly focus on this scroll?" I pretended to be nonchalant.

Mikhachav suddenly looked up and stared at me tightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Do you know the axis of the Earth? You know the core secret of the Berlin Chancellery? What else do you know? Has the Snow Mountain Expedition already had results? Did the Führer already know where exactly the axis of the earth was? He asked several questions in quick succession, his expression very nervous.

In modern history, the axis of the earth has become a well-known problem. However, in World War II, countries kept this topic secret, treating it as the biggest secret. And, more importantly, all believe in the existence of the Earth's axis. On the side of the Axis powers, everyone is looking forward to the latest news from the Nazi Führer, and they are looking forward to using the Earth Axis and undead warriors to destroy the Allied fortress in one fell swoop.

On the Allied side, spies from various countries are also closely watching Berlin's actions, for fear that the axis of the earth will appear, and the legendary undead warriors of Germany will also appear on the scene, changing the situation of the war in an instant. For all parties in World War II, the axis of the earth is not a story, but a fact.

"I know something, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Tell me, tell me everything, tell me what you know." He said.

I saw fervent anticipation in his eyes, and it seemed that he was also a fan of the legend of the Earth's axis, and I believed in it.

"Why don't we exchange secrets?" I say.

"I've told you everything I know, without reservation." He said.

I shook my head slightly, smiling silently. Secrets can be exchanged, and it is clear that I know far more than he knows.

"Tell me, that matter is too important to me, and I'm willing to do anything for you." He said.

I quickly calculated in my mind to weigh the value of both sides, looking for Mikhachav's psychological weaknesses.

As long as you find what interests him, you can easily control his mind.

The specific location of the Earth's axis is somewhere in the western part of Tibet, deep in the Himalayas.

During the Cold War, explorers from all over the world visited there, and fifteen sites were finally identified, most likely the entrance to the Earth's axis.

The local conditions are too harsh, there is 10,000-year-old frozen soil everywhere, and many excavation machines cannot be transported up, and the progress is really limited by manual excavation. Therefore, various countries have reached a consensus that the project of excavating the axis of the earth is too huge and can only be put on hold for the time being in order to jointly develop it.

Since World War II, industrial technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, and problems that cannot be solved by modern people are even more impossible during World War II. In other words, even if the Nazi forces found the exact location of the Earth's axis, they would not be able to penetrate the permafrost.

"I can tell you that place, as long as you have a map of the world, you can circle it." I say.

"Really? Are you sure? Are you sure? He asked continuously.

"It's true." I replied.

Indeed, it was easy for me to circle those fifteen locations on the world map. However, to dig through any one location, it requires the best excavation tools in the world, engineers to work continuously for more than three years, and the machinery cannot be interrupted for a thousand days.

"I'll go find the map right away." He said.

"Actually, knowing the location of the Earth's axis is useless to you, have you ever thought about that?" I asked.

And not only for Mikhachev, knowing this secret is of no use to most people in the whole world. On the contrary, once humanity enters the axis of the earth and liberates the legendary undead warriors, then the world will become even more chaotic. Whoever has the ability of an immortal warrior will occupy the initiative on the future battlefield, which is equivalent to having a large number of death squads that will never die.

When all countries have mastered this technology, the world has entered the era of machine wars, and all the robots active on the battlefield are steel and iron bones. Human beings rely on robots to achieve their goals, and they are one step closer to the future era when earthlings are enslaved by robots. If you think about the future of mankind, you should never find undead warriors, even if you know that they are buried in the snowy mountains of the Himalayas.

Mikhachav stood up, looked around, immediately walked to the end of the passage, pulled a sheet from a large pile of papers, and spread his hands.

"This one, this one." He muttered to himself.

I looked down at the scroll, the inconspicuous tin bucket, which caught my attention.

Of course, there is no problem for the scroll to appear here, because it is an ancient thing, a rare treasure. However, tin buckets are everywhere and should not be placed on shelves to occupy a place in vain.

When Mikhachav took the bucket off the shelf, it was not very easy, and it looked like the bucket was full of weight.

I squatted down and looked closely, and found that the surface of the tin bucket was also printed with dark lines. Like the scroll, it also has dragon scales on it. This discovery puzzled me that in ancient China, dragon scales appeared on solid ones only on roofs, bricks or tiles, or wind chimes and iron horses on cornices, or shelves with candles in ancient halls, the so-called "full house", which would also have dragon scales on them.

I never imagined that such a noble dragon scale pattern would appear on a tin bucket that did not look amazing. I turned the tin bucket and counted it carefully, there were a total of sixty-four dragon scales on the outer wall of the bucket, and when I touched it with my fingers, the dragon scale pattern was very delicate, not a product on the assembly line at all, but a very clever handmade little by little.

"The reel and the tin bucket are one." I understand.

If an antique dealer enters here, he will only care about the value of the scroll, and he will not care about an ordinary tin bucket at all.

The person who left the scroll and the tin bucket was very scheming, and had calculated that future generations would only see the existence of the scroll, so they left some kind of secret in the scroll and the tin bucket respectively. So much time has passed, and the person who obtained these two treasures in the first place has long been buried in the cemetery, and the real secret has not been passed down at all.

In other words, the original looter had died abruptly, and the later master only seized the treasure, but not the secret, making the treasure worthless.