When the reinforcements arrived at the camp on the mountain the next morning, the firewood in the barracks was still burning, and the horses and cannons were also intact, but more than 4,000 soldiers disappeared en masse!

The most recorded mass disappearance in modern times is on August 28, 1915, during the First World War, when a group of 800 British troops moved to a high ground in the Gallipoli region of Turkey, entered a dense fog and disappeared without a trace.

If the various legends I heard before were just legends, then this real thing in front of him made Wang Xingguo realize the seriousness of the matter, judging from the items left behind, they were undoubtedly an expedition team, equipment for the expedition team is like a gun for a soldier, it is their second life, even if there is an accident, they will do their best to protect the equipment, but their neat camp told Wang Xingguo that they really threw the equipment away, and they threw it completely, Wang Xingguo can even see from the traces left that they divided the camp into several districts, and 20 years ago, they could do such a professional camp division, and they would definitely not be a group of half-understood travelers! But it's incredible that everyone is gone, and all at the same time!

"Light egg, let's collect the things and see what is still useful, faster, we have to evacuate!" Wang Xingguo looked at the sky, the fog did not worsen after three o'clock as his experience had inferred, and there were already signs of aggravation at this time, and he felt that it was time to start preparing for survival.

Mr. Min carefully rummaged through the contents left in the tent, and he saw a notebook contaminated with soil, which Mr. Min opened carefully, but was disappointed, under the corrosion of the dampness, the records in the notebook had long been blurred, and a summer character could barely be seen on the title page.

Mr. Min carefully slipped the notebook into his pocket, but he couldn't find anything more of his interest.

Standing in the camp and looking around, Mr. Min still didn't understand how they could have disappeared into the coffin mountain, and what was going on here? Did they find the secret that Loulan left behind?

Half an hour later, several people piled up all the useful things that could be found nearby, Chen Badai sat on the ground, I don't know if it was because he was a little tired, his face was a little flushed, and his panting was a little uneven, and at the same time he felt that his heart rate was a little high, he exhaled a few breaths, but he didn't feel better.

Even if the food is well sealed, it is now inedible, Wang Xingguo fiddled with the ultra-small generator, and found that it had already broken down, and those sleeping bags and tents had rotted and lost their function after so many years, but the diesel in the plastic drum should be usable.

"Light eggs! We are in a bad situation now...... "Wang Xingguo thought for a while and said, the preparations made by this expedition team back then must be inadequate, and there were many of them, they all disappeared inexplicably, it is conceivable that his current situation is now, Wang Xingguo feels that he should not hide anything at this time, he needs the cooperation of Chen Badai and Mr. Min.

"I've long felt bad," Chen Badai complained, "don't you feel dizzy and sluggish?" ”

Wang Xingguo didn't have any dizziness and slow reaction to what Mr. Min and Chen Badai said, but he had to pay attention to this problem mentioned many times, and now they are not just facing this thorny problem.

"Hmm...... The watch stopped when it came in, and the compass and GPS failed...... "Wang Xingguo said.

"What are you talking about?!" Chen Badai was anxious, and looked around, except for the surrounding shroud and the remains of the expedition, there were only wild grass and rocks left, Wang Xingguo's words made him feel furious in his heart.

"Gather some sleeping bags and tents that can still be used, and we will ......move out as soon as possible," Mr. Wang said.

"Your uncle's Wang Xingguo, you want to kill Lao Tzu here!" Chen Badai scolded on his lips, but he didn't dare to stop his hands and feet, collected some sleeping bags, tents, shrouds, etc., which were not seriously decayed, and watched Wang Xingguo tear them into strips of cloth and wrap them on a few sticks to make torches.

Mr. Min felt a fear clenching his heart, and he looked around, the shrouds in the mist were quietly spread on the grassy slope, and Mr. Min seemed to see in a trance that everyone had disappeared here overnight 20 years ago, and something translucent slowly floated under each shroud, and then converged into a human form......