Chapter 1231: Mystery of Identity

Regardless of marching or fighting, morale is one of the most important factors. It is impossible to win a battle with low morale.

Wei Kang also understood this truth, so he did not intercede for He He, and persuaded: "Xiao He, the conditions are indeed a bit difficult, but you should think about the good, how many people can experience this kind of experience? The situation is not that bad, You just came to the wild and didn't get used to it. I have experienced more difficult situations before, and I passed it after I endured it. It's good to get used to it. Let's celebrate after we go back."

Gao Ke also persuaded: "Xiao He, you have also seen that the road conditions before entering the desert were very bad. Even if someone drives you out, you are driving alone in the desert, what should you do if it breaks down? What if the car overturns? What to do? What if you get lost? Who will rescue you? It's too dangerous! It's safer to stay with everyone!"

What they both said made sense, He He calmed down a little, thinking it was indeed the case.

The scene of car No. 10 being in distress is still vivid in my mind. It’s okay to drive alone in the desert without any problems. If something goes wrong, you can only wait for death. It is much more dangerous than going forward and retreating with the majority.

Let’s take this experience as the military training when I first entered the university, and it passed after I endured it, although during the military training, she also avoided the training with the excuse of stomach pain...

"Okay, I get it, I will try my best to adapt and advance and retreat with everyone." She wiped away her tears and accepted it.

"Yeah, that's right!"

Wei Kang also breathed a sigh of relief, turned his worries into joy, and finally resolved the turmoil.

Many people also gathered around and spoke words of comfort and encouragement, telling her that there was nothing to worry about, as long as everyone was united, there would be no difficulties that could not be overcome.

Being surrounded by everyone, cared for and cared for by everyone gave He He a sense of security, and even a little bit of complacency.

Compared to He He, Zhang Zian and the others were more interested in the skull in the bunker. They squatted in a circle around the sandpit, watching the skull with flashlights.

The desert centipede that crawled out of its eye socket had already slipped into the sand, but everyone was not sure if there were more centipedes or other creatures inside, so they didn't dare to touch it with their hands.

"How did this man die?" someone asked in English.

"I don't know, there is no trauma to the skull, at least he didn't die from being hit by a blunt instrument." The female detective also came to check the skull when she saw someone comforting He He.

"Didn't Nabari say that this is an ancient smuggling route? It's probably some poor smuggler who got sick in the desert, drank water, lost his way... There are too many possibilities." Another person said.

At this time, someone came over and said, "It's not a smuggler."

Everyone looked up and saw that it was Nabari.

Nabari held a hookah and stared at the skull through the cloud of smoke.

"Not a smuggler, who else could it be? Who would come to such a ghostly place?" someone asked.

"Maybe it's a fool like us." Someone else laughed at himself, causing a burst of laughter.

Nabari didn't smile, and said calmly: "I have seen human remains in the desert more than once, but the shape of this skull is different from our Bedouin skulls."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

No one doubts the observation and memory of the Bedouin guides, otherwise he would be a fool to follow the Bedouin into the desert.

This smuggling route was not necessarily pioneered by the Bedouins, but after the Bedouins came here, they have become the masters of this route and have been active on this route for at least hundreds of years. There are not a few Bedouins who died on this road. If it is not the remains of a Bedouin, then whose remains? Could it be that it was left earlier?

Driving car No. 5, the man known as a scholar in Li Pete's team was also standing around watching. He frowned, seemed to be inspired by Nabari's words, moved closer, borrowed a flashlight from the female detective, and carefully Observing the details of the outline of the skull, he let out an ah in surprise.

The scholar said: "Mr Nabari is right,

This is the skull of a modern European male. If it is the skull of a West Asian male known as asianrobustmale, the brow arch should be thicker. "

Zhang Zian didn't know what kind of occupation this scholar was engaged in in real life, but observing the reactions of other people, he seemed to be quite convinced of his conclusion, and no one questioned it.

This is even more strange, modern European men, what are they doing in such a place where the birds don't shit? Could it be that members of a certain scientific expedition team buried their bones here?

According to common sense, even if a member of a certain scientific expedition team dies in the desert, his companions should not just abandon his body like this, at least record the GPS coordinates and leave a conspicuous mark, and wait for future return here to converge Dead bodies, this is basic humanistic care.

Unless his companion came back to look for it, but the wind and sand moved his body and they returned empty-handed, that's also possible.

Wei Kang comforted He He. When he heard them arguing here, he came over and listened for a while, then shook his head and said, "As far as I know, no scientific expedition team has been here, at least no scientific expedition team with the goal of biological research. I've been here... In my opinion, maybe it's for oil exploration?"

The Mediterranean man known as the consul had been smoking silently. At this time, he put out his cigarette butt and stood up, saying hello: "Instead of guessing, why don't you dig out this body and see if you can find it from other parts of the body?" Find any clues! Come on, everyone go to the car to get tools, anyway, idle is idle!"

Several people ran back to their cars, fetched folding shovels, and started digging around the remains.

The matter on He He's side was over, and the movement of their group attracted the attention of others, and everyone gathered around one after another, watching and guessing the identity of the body enthusiastically.

There were so many people, He He wasn't too scared anymore, he squeezed into the crowd and watched, but he still didn't dare to look directly into the black eye sockets of the skull.

It is not so easy to dig a hole in the desert. Although the sand is very soft, it will always be replenished by the surrounding sand when you shovel it down.

Fortunately, there are many people and strength, and the body is not buried too deep. You dig a few times and I dig a few times. Soon, a relatively complete human skeleton appears in front of everyone. The upper body is basically exposed, and the lower body is completely exposed. Still buried in the sand.

A few strands of khaki-colored rags were wrapped around the skeleton, apparently the clothes this man had worn in his lifetime.

Scholars jumped into the dug bunker and carefully searched for clues among the skeletons.

Suddenly, he noticed something flickering.

He reached between the ribs of the skeleton and groped for a gleaming silver metal ornament—a black swastika suspended in the middle of a palm tree that grew on the lawn.

Someone recognized it as the emblem of the Wehrmacht Afrika Korps.