Throughout the night, shelling fell on the city from time to time, and those who did not leave were all silently enduring the bitter cold in the basement.

The next morning, Zhang Jing and X got a car by mistake and set off for Boa Farm.

In a short distance of 60 kilometers, every 10 kilometers or so is a military card, and a group of soldiers are very strict in checking their identities and cars.

Fortunately, he entered Beikefei legally, slow is slow, and finally arrived at Boa Farm smoothly.

'Farm of Bea'a' can be understood as a village.

Peasants rented royal land for a long time, built houses on royal land, and multiplied.

It's very different from Zone D.

The fact is that Area D is very different from the world, including Moge, Ba Moustan, and Hongdu, and some farmers also live in rented houses, let alone cities.

Most people don't own their own land and property, and the same is true for Amu.

If there is a man who claims to be a farmer, he is most likely renting land for planting.

After a second of distraction, Zhang Jing bent down, he was in the buffer zone, surrounded by the armies of the two regions.

After passing through the broken walls and the peasant houses that were burned to slag, Zhang Jing found Huangzhuang, the base camp.

That is, the old Babe's 'palace'.

Like the private house, there is only one foundation left, and there are not even a few remnants of the wall.

If it weren't for the fear of regret and the worry of being picked up by others, Zhang Jing would not have come, but since he came, he had to look carefully. Xiushu.com

At the same time, beyond the sky, low-orbit commercial satellites took a number of photographs, which appeared in the director of the Dayin Museum and also appeared in Kane. Joe's eyes.

The photo zooms in to see what a blurry person is looking for in the ruins.

'A vague person' is naturally Zhang Jing, who is on a boat and has many military cards, so it is impossible not to know.

I know that Zhang Jing is in Boa Farm, but I don't know what Zhang Jing is looking for.

"Do you want to shoot a cannonball to kill him?" The old curator, who was close to eighty years old, asked his subordinates.

Kane. Qiao smiled, if it could be fried, it would have been blown up a long time ago.

What's more, without being 100% sure, Zhang Jing didn't dare to go to Bo'a Farm openly.

To explain simply, Zhang Jing can be killed with one shot, but the ensuing revenge must be huge.

is even more exaggerated, even if it is to buy the enemy and kill Zhang Jing with one shot from the opposite side, the revenge will not be less.

And Zhang Jing, he knew that his whereabouts were not kept secret and others could see him, so he did not use camouflage leaves, and he really did not worry about being deliberately shelled.

It is a pity that nothing of value has been found in the ruins of the main building and in the basement beneath the ruins.

After searching three times and making sure that there was no one in the ruins of the main building, Zhang Jing turned around and went back to check the houses.

It's a lot of work, with more than 400 farmers of all sizes on 200,000 acres of farm, which means he has to scrutinize more than 400 rubble or semi-abandoned buildings.

The good thing is that the peasants here have been gone for two years, and he can enter every house.

Seven days passed.

At this time, the Dayin Museum had given up monitoring Zhang Jing from the air.

The reason is that the price is too expensive, sub-meter-level, 0.3-meter resolution satellite photos, the price per square mile is 50 pounds.

Shooting a scene, each photo is framed into a large piece of land, and the cost can't be stopped.

Just know that Zhang Jing is at Boa Farm.

Anyway, when he leaves, he will pass by the ubiquitous military cards, and if he finds something good, he can intercept it with any excuse.

Compared with peacetime, the front-line soldiers are in chaos, and Zhang Jing can't explain it clearly.

Zhang Jing didn't know that Metropolis had given up, anyway, he thought that someone had been watching him all the time, and he never took out the smart beans during this period, nor did he directly take out exaggerated items.

The hard work paid off, and on the ninth day of arriving at Bo'a Farm, in the backyard of a farmhouse, I don't know how many years it was abandoned, and in the cellar where the entrance was buried, I found the famous paintings recorded by the ancestors of the Xu family.

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You can't see the painting, you can't see the frame.

Zhang Jing was able to find it only because of eight tiny rusty nails that were nailed around the frame.

Gently lifting the dusty gray felt cloth, the oil painting appeared in front of Zhang Jingxian.

Looking at the oil painting in front of him, Zhang Jing's face was capitalized - confused.

He's actually seen it, he's really seen it.

Small accordion, two little girls, older blind eye, reddish-brown hair, orange rag dress.

Smaller, golden-brown medium-length hair, black top, and blue rag dress.

The difference is that instead of a field or a rainbow in the background, they are sitting on the ground eating lunch next to a stone mill.

Lunch was black bread and water, and two little girls shared a piece of black complexion.

Looking at the characters and the style of painting, it is very similar to "The Blind Girl".

This made Zhang Jing's heart tremble, if it was the same painter, this thing would have a very high collection value.

Don't worry about braiding the authenticity, the authenticity and falsehood must be taken away, and the frame of about 8560 cm and the oil painting will be directly put into the Mithril space.

Carefully inspect the cellar to make sure that nothing else is missing, destroy the marks left on the floor in a large area, and leave.

Just leave.

Regardless of the time on the road, he has been searching for treasures inside the farm for nine consecutive days, and everything else is fine, but it is too cold.

It's only five or six degrees during the day and zero degrees at night.

He ate well, he hid in the ruins and quietly ate a lot of good things.

The car had just left a short distance, and as expected, an accident came, and a team of six Amu soldiers patrolling in a Humvee military vehicle stopped Zhang Jing.

One of them came out of the cab window and asked, "Please show your passport, driver's license, and drive-permit."

After all, it was the front line, Zhang Jing did not refuse, and gave out the three documents.

The soldier called to verify the authenticity of the documents.

In the middle of the night, the soldier with a rifle and body armor behind him returned to the driver's window and said, "Please get out of the car, we want to search the car."

Again, this is not a city, and they are not a security policeman, Zhang Jing complied, pushed the door and got out of the car.

Then came a big search, and even the spare tire in the car was taken out and carefully searched.

Twenty minutes were carried out, nothing was found, and six soldiers reluctantly let go.

Setting off again, Zhang Jing knew in his heart that he was not so easy to let go.

Sure enough, less than twenty kilometers from the farm, he encountered the soldiers for the second time.

"Sir, please leave the car," the two convoys of Humvees, led by the soldiers, demanded, "and we'll take you to Newry in military vehicles."

"I borrowed this car from a friend," Zhang Jing said, pointing to the gray hatchback, "I have to return the car."

"We'll give it back for you," the soldier said involuntarily, opening the door of the Humvee, "please get in."

This situation will certainly not be resisted.

It's not that you can't beat them, but after ten are killed, there are a hundred, and after a hundred are killed, there are a thousand.

Unless he lost his mind, Zhang Jing couldn't do the stupid thing of attacking soldiers openly.

Secretly, you can, you can't mess around, follow the instructions of the soldiers, and get into the back seat of the Humvee.

"I'll take a leave of absence tomorrow~"