The ninth year of the Republic of China, the spring of 1920.

Qin Beiyang and Jiuse prepared their bags and followed the White Russian Colonel Ivanov, Baroness Wolf Katerina, and one hundred and fifty White Russian veterans to set off on Cossack horses.

When the people and horses left Harbin, it was already the return of the swallows and the green trees budding. The Songhua River that has been frozen for a winter thaws, the ice row flows downstream, the locals call it "Wukai River", turbulent and turbulent, magnificent, makes a clattering roar, and even builds a towering ice wall. The White Russians did not think so, they were used to living in the great rivers of Russia, and they had long been surprised.

The west of the Songnen Plain has not yet been cultivated, and the veritable Great Northern Wilderness is full of forests, wilderness, lakes and swamps. Ivanov rode the horse in front, Qin Beiyang carried a Tang knife and a cross bow behind, and the nine-colored dog shuttled by the horse's hooves. Veiled and dressed in a solemn black dress, Wolfna insisted on mourning her dead husband. According to the rules of the European aristocracy, ladies must ride in a side saddle and must not have their legs apart.

The team stayed overnight, and there was no town where they could stay in a store, so they had to bury their own pots and cook and set up tents. Although Ivanov was a drunkard, he had two brushes to govern the army, and the barbaric White Russian Gosa overcame obedience, and no one dared to act lightly against Wolfna, and whoever dared to disobey the order would be whipped twenty lashes or even shot. From Harbin westward to Daxinganling, the mountains are still covered with snow. After studying the map, Ivanov decided to make a detour of the Horqin steppe in Inner Mongolia and the upper reaches of the Xiliao River.

Ride a horse through the spring savannah to the north bank of the Silamulun River. Qin Beiyang was in a vast mood, as if all the troubles in the world were not worth mentioning. Mongolian herders drive their horses past and yurts dot the distance, this is the hometown of Monk Grinqin, but where are the ancient tombs? Mongolian custom was originally that ten thousand horses galloped and trampled, and the soul returned to the immortal sky, where to find it in the vast grassland? Unlike in the mainland, there are graves or tombstones, Weng Zhong and so on. Later, the Mongolians believed in Buddhism, and they mainly used cremation and occasional sky burial.

One day, Qin Beiyang fell off the saddle. His chest began to feel uncomfortable again, and beads of sweat flowed down his forehead. I didn't enter the tomb for so many days, and the cancer cells returned. Now he and Ivanov's path are the same - to find the tomb as soon as possible.

"Qin, what's wrong with you?"

Just as Ivanov came to care, Qin Beiyang saw that the sky had turned a terrifying orange-red. The horses neighed first, and the White Russians screamed. The precursor of the sandstorm is like an overwhelming grave, which will turn the grassland into an underground palace and everyone into a funeral object. Two years ago in Beijing, the French plane carrying the four-winged angel town tomb beast was destroyed and killed in this 10,000-mile yellow sand.

If you don't have time to think, be sure to find a place to hide, or everyone may be buried. Qin Beiyang got back on his horse and galloped on a high mountain bag, and saw a round hill in the south, and the flat land was raised on the prairie, maybe he could shelter from the wind? The crowd rode away, but Ivanov stayed at the end of the line, holding Wolfna by the reins, so that the woman would not be left behind.

The sandstorm came with the horse's tail, and the nine colors looked at the hills. If you stand on the horizon, you can see that the yellow sand is like a giant beast, chasing after a hundred or so knights, trying to devour them in one gulp, but there is always a difference of half a breath. By the time they reached the back of the hill, many of the horses had fallen down from exhaustion, foaming at the mouth, and panting. Everyone finally avoided the limelight. It was as if it was blocked by a high wall, and if you went out for half a step, you would be swept into the sky.

Qin Beiyang had his back against the hills, and the cancer cells in his chest and the warm blood jade were hot at the same time. Jiuse also bit his trouser leg and slashed into the mud of the hills. He endured the pain to observe the situation, and there were continuous mountains in the distance, which was the remnant vein of the Great Xing'an Mountains, and the Xilamulun River flowed in front of him, but there was an open dragon vein situation. He put his ear to the hill, and his father taught him the trick of perceiving the leylines through his sense of hearing.

Ivanov also saw the clue and ordered to prepare explosives, so that even if the tomb was not found, at least a shelter could be blown up. Qin Beiyang should have stopped it, how could these White Russians be allowed to dig up Chinese tombs? But if he doesn't open it, he will die of a malignant tumor, and a hundred or so people will be swallowed by the sandstorm, and this ancient cemetery palace is his life-saving pill.

The Belarusian sappers quickly planted explosives, calculated the blasting range, retreated to a safe distance, and several horses were swept away by the wind. When the detonator was pressed, there was a loud bang at the bottom of the hill, and the ground shook, and the sand and rocks flew away, revealing a black hole.

The entrance to the tomb came out.

Ivanov carried the miner's lamp and shone inside, and the deep brick road could be faintly discerned. At the sound of an order, everyone led the horses into the tomb, and more than 100 people were brave enough. Qin Beiyang rushed to the forefront, but in fact, he was already weak, and his hands were supporting the wall of the tomb......

The unique aura of ancient Chinese tombs is like thousands of poisonous scorpions crawling into the nostrils and trachea. The nine colors became vibrant, and their eyes radiated green. Qin Beiyang went down the slope and steps, and the pain slowly weakened, as if a small fresh air flow was coming to his face, which made people feel refreshed. He stroked the mane of the town's grave beast and smiled as he watched it, once again surviving by chance.

Murals appeared on both sides of the cemetery, and the White Russian soldiers were extremely excited. I don't know what era of the paintings, all of them are figures and horses, real people and real horses in the same proportion, like an ancient bronze mirror, reflecting the expedition of the people and horses themselves. In the mural, the end of the horse's mane is tied into a knot and hangs down in front of the forehead, and the horse's mane is fan-shaped, and the thick and thin ink lines are traced in great layers, as if the neighing sound is heard from the stone wall. The horse-leading attendant had shaved his hair, leaving only a lock hanging down from his sideburns, and had an arrow bag hanging from his body, obviously not Han Chinese.

"Mongols?"

Ivanov asked, when the Mongol conquest of Kievan Rus' was annihilated, the Golden Horde ruled Russia for two hundred years, and the Grand Duke of Moscow became a vassal of the Mongol Khan, leaving a deep Mongolian gene and imprint - the Western proverb "Tear open a Russian, and you will find a Tatar". Many Russians have Mongolian features in appearance, and their eye sockets are far less deep than those of Western Europeans.

"No, I think he's a Khitan."

The "Khitan" in Russian is China, but the "Khitan" that Qin Beiyang now refers to the northern nomads thousands of years ago, occupying the Great Liao Empire of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun and confronting the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Good luck awaits us."

The colonel revealed the true nature of the Cossack, and he was ready to make a big move, but Qin Beiyang gave a suggestion: "We are here to find the tomb beast, not to destroy the cultural relics, so the rude Russian warriors breaking into the underground palace will inevitably cause great damage." Please let the vast majority of people stay outside, and the expedition will have a backbone of no more than 10 people. ”

Qin Beiyang didn't want the brigade of White Russia to enter, and he couldn't bear to let the ancient tomb be plundered by these robbers. Ivanov complied with his wishes, ordered all the horses to guard the tomb road, shelter from the sandstorm, strictly forbidden to destroy frescoes and antiquities, and those who violated the order were shot.

Wolfna rushed to the colonel's side: "I stay in the graveyard to be afraid, I want to go in with you." ”

In fact, she did not dare to stay with those wolf-like Cossacks.

"Katya, there could be danger inside."

"I've survived the loss of my husband and son, and I'm still afraid of the threat of death?"

Ivanov agreed, and he selected ten of the strongest and brightest White Russian soldiers, armed with various weapons and explosives, and continued to the depths of the tomb. Qin Beiyang and Jiuse walked impatiently in front of them, and the closer they were to the underground palace, the stronger the inhibition of cancer cells.

The door to the burial chamber arrived.