Chapter 1185 Embossed Screen

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"Mr. Meng, this...this is not appropriate, right?"

Seeing the excitement in the headquarters, a group of sixty- or seventy-year-old men shouted, and even Ouyang Zhenwu was dumbfounded. If they were all young people, he could reprimand them, but many people were older than him, and Ouyang Zhenwu also scratched his head for a moment.

The order that does not allow experts over the age of 50 to go to the mausoleum was given by Ouyang Zhenwu. At this moment, he can only speak bravely.

You know, these old men are all leaders in the archaeology world. In case they go to the previous old expert, they will feel unwell. Even if Minister Ouyang can take the responsibility, he will be sorry for his conscience.

"There is nothing inappropriate. Their young people can go down, and we old men can do the same. Minister Ouyang, we can't unify our opinions this time..."

As the saying goes, businessmen pursue the name of Liwen people. Even the old man who has already seen through the world in these years can't resist opening the golden coffin with his own hands.

Of course, there are also those like Professor Meng who are unwilling to give up the most important excavation in his life just because of the tireless pursuit of archaeology.

"No, absolutely not. The underground situation is too complicated and the air is not good. You can't go down..."

Ouyang Zhenwu refused Professor Meng's request without thinking about it. After a pause, he softened his tone and then said, "Gentlemen, you are all Taishan Beidou in the archaeology world. Any loss is unbearable to the country. We should trust young people and let Comrade Zhuang Rui take the following archaeology. Team members, complete this task successfully..."

To be honest, Ouyang Zhenwu is really not used to calling his nephew who is not in the system a comrade, but he can only move out of Zhuang Rui to talk about things at this moment. After all, professionally speaking, Zhuang Rui's level is no less than that of these experts present.

As soon as Ouyang Zhenwu said this, the headquarters was quiet. If they scramble to go on again, it will be said that they want to fight for merit and distrust young people. This reputation is not very good.

"You stay, I'll go down by myself, and I can write a letter of guarantee. Even if this old bone is buried underneath, it has nothing to do with the organization..."

However, Ouyang Zhenwu's words can only shock those who have a good reputation. For the old man like Professor Meng, who is only out of great respect for archaeology, it is not so useful.

Discover history and witness history. This is the most basic work of every archaeologist, and it is also the greatest affirmation and recognition of their work achievements. Professor Meng does not want to miss this opportunity to discover the most confusing Mongolian tomb in history in his later years.

As the saying goes, the crock is not broken in the well, and the general will inevitably die before the battle. The first scene of archaeology is Professor Meng's position, and he will not hesitate to die.

However, Professor Meng's words aroused public indignation. An old man with white hair and looked a few years older than Professor Meng stood up from his chair tremblingly and said, "Lao Meng, why do we all stay? Go down by yourself? You can go down, old man, I can go down..."

"That's right, Mr. Meng, I'm a few years younger than you. Let me go down..."

"Lao Song, you are also sixty-eight, I'm only sixty-five, I'm going down..."

"A few teachers, don't argue, I'm fifty-five, let the students go down..."

Ouyang Zhenwu's situation that has just been eased has been broken by a group of old men. The experts of this congregation are competing for the first. If they are seen by the younger generation in the archaeological world, they will not believe their own eyes. How can the old experts who are usually respected have such a hot-blooded side?

Looking at the old expert who walks with crutches, Ouyang Zhenwu can't laugh or cry. Not to mention diving more than ten meters, I'm afraid that the turbid air under the ground can make him faint.

"Mr. Meng, Minister Ouyang, we are going to clean up the main tomb. What other instructions do the leaders need?"

While there was a lot of noise in the headquarters, Zhuang Rui's voice sounded from the microphone.

Today, due to the arrival of Ouyang Zhenwu, everything needs to be done in a formal way. Only when he receives instructions can he start. However, Zhuang Rui has been waiting in front of the tomb for almost five minutes, and he can't help but feel a little puzzled by the people in the headquarters.

"No, don't go in..."

Several voices sounded in Zhuang Rui's headset, which shocked Zhuang Rui almost to curse. What can't he say well?

"Cough, Zhuang Rui, Professor Meng and several experts all want to participate in the opening of the coffin in person, do you think?"

Ouyang Zhenwu took the microphone to his side. How did this group of experts, who were originally quite steady, become like novices after seeing this golden coffin?

"Ok... Minister Ouyang, this can't be done. The underground environment is complex, the air is turbid, and the entrance is ten meters below the lake. The teachers are old, in case..."

"In case, Zhuang Rui, this is the last time the teacher hosts the excavation work. Even if he falls down, the teacher will be happy..."

Without waiting for Zhuang Rui's words to finish, Professor Meng interrupted him. After doing archaeological work all his life, he lost the opportunity to explore with his own hands for the last time. It felt like a peerless swordsman met a rare famous sword, but he could only look at it from a distance.

"Teacher..."

After hearing Professor Meng's words, Zhuang Rui was silent. He could imagine Professor Meng's mood at this time, "Minister Ouyang, let the teacher come down, but forget the rest of the teachers. It's enough to have Mr. Meng hosting..."

Zhuang Rui's voice echoed in the headquarters, and the old people who were about the same age as Professor Meng also fell silent. They knew in their hearts that they might not be able to hold on.

"Okay, Mr. Meng, go and prepare..."

Ouyang Zhenwu also saw that Professor Meng was determined to go down, and the old men did not follow him, so he could only nod and agree.

......

"Teacher, are you all right? Don't take off the oxygen. The air in it is not very good..."

Under the guidance of an officer familiar with water, Professor Meng entered the underground secret passage without any danger. Zhuang Rui, who had come out of the tomb and rushed to the entrance of the waterway, hurriedly greeted him.

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go to the place where the mausoleum is..."

Professor Meng shook his head hard. Although he was wearing an oxygen mask, the water pressure at a depth of more than ten meters just now still made him feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

However, Professor Meng can bear all this, because this field archaeological excavation may be the peak of his career in his life, and it will be the last time for him to bid farewell to the archaeological world.

At the cost of using life, the old man is also willing to let his own life. This time, it can be regarded as the curtain call in the largest excavation and archaeological excavation in human history.

"Teacher, please slow down..."

When Professor Meng was not very clear-headed, a trace of aura quietly escaped into the old man's body. This thing was really better than opium. Professor Meng, who was originally standing and had to be supported, immediately became energetic.

"Teacher, are you all right?"

"Professor Meng, slow down..."

After about an hour, Professor Meng came to the place where the mausoleum was located, and Dr. Ren and others who were guarding there gathered around one after another.

"It's okay. Let's wait for a long time. Let's start..."

In the process of coming here, Professor Meng once took off the oxygen mask and tried to breathe the underground air, but the result was almost choked by the turbid air, so he knew that he could not stay in the ground for a long time. As soon as he arrived at the destination, he began to work.

"Isn't Lao Meng all right? Well, I should have gone down with him just now..."

"Yes, we have all been fooled by Lao Meng. This old man has always been like this..."

"Alas, we're all old. All right, stop talking about it. Just think that Lao Meng represents us..."

After seeing Professor Meng's figure appear on the screen, the old experts in the headquarters suddenly ** and regretted it.

But if you want to go on now, it's too late. Professor Meng has been waiting for more than two hours after opening the tomb door, which will have more or less have some impact on the cultural relics in the tomb.

"This... is simply a natural creation, Xiao Wang, you must record every picture. This is a greater discovery than the Egyptian pyramids..."

When he entered the tomb and saw the huge golden coffin, Professor Meng's expression was excited. He took a few steps forward and stroked the exquisite picture on the golden coffin with both hands, making all kinds of exclamations from time to time.

"Professor Meng, let the photographer point the camera at the picture on the coffin, yes, that's the side..."

Suddenly, Director Guo's voice came from the ground headquarters. He also studied the early history of Mongolia in depth. When he saw the patterns on the picture, he immediately realized that perhaps from these war scenes, the information of the owner of the tomb could be obtained.

"What? This picture seems to describe a battle?

After hearing Director Guo's words, the eyes of everyone in the tomb were focused on the carved pattern on the surface of the golden coffin.

This huge coffin is connected to the base, and the height is almost two meters. The relief-like picture on the surface of the golden coffin depicts a large-scale siege.

"Quickly, check quickly, is there a similar war pattern?" Director Guo's voice sounded in everyone's headsets.

Although there are not many written records left by the Yuan Dynasty, there are many stone carvings and paintings describing war scenes. In the secret history of Mongolia, there are many similar pictures.

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