"Damn bald man from the Republic of China, stay away from me, don't force me to twist your head off."

"Come on, let's go and compete and see who loses his head first!"

Gui Youguang stood in front of Bruno Berg with his chest straightened, and his nose almost touched the other person's face. He kept walking forward while talking, forcing Berg to retreat.

Looking at this scene, Zuo Chong had no expression on his face. Since the day he met, these two people have not stopped. Could it be that they were reprimanding each other?

The Germans and spies were not surprised by this. They continued to do their own things, without even looking at the two of them. Only Wu Chunyang and He Yijun walked to Zuo Chong for some reason.

"Second post, I just asked the townspeople. Last night, there were more than 20 Indians and one British man in the town, and the situation was not right."

Wu Chunyang approached Zuo Chong, lowered his head and reported something in a low voice. He glanced at the crowd and soon found several mysterious figures.

He Yijun also said that when the telecommunications team monitored the radio signal, the method of sending the phone was very similar to the British MI2 agent in charge of East Asian intelligence. The other party fought with the Military Control Commission during the Jinling period, and she would not hear it wrong.

In the small towns, SS, Military Control Commission and MI2 gathered, which was really lively.

Zuo Chong stretched his waist and replied lightly: "Follow closely, notify the headquarters to send another 50 people to stay in a hiding position nearby. If I guess correctly, the Germans will soon take action.

The best peak period for Mount Kam Rinpoche is about to pass. The Germans will not be willing to climb the mountain at the risk of avalanches. They will tell their brothers to pay attention to abnormal situations, but they must not act rashly."

(three)

The wind in the snow was like it was blowing from the Infinite Hell, with a bone-permeable cold. Even hiding in the thick military canvas tent, Ernst Schafer's face was still so cold that it hurt.

Holding the hot coffee cup on the kerosene stove, he whispered: "Damn, I shouldn't be here this season. Mr. Berg, can you tell me why the Empire sent us here?"

Bruno Berg, opposite, tasted a bite of coffee without answering directly, but signaled several expedition members to go outside the tent to watch, and then said to the other three leaders.

“Based on the analysis of weather data over the past fifteen years and wind speed tonight, there is a big storm in a few days, and that is the best opportunity for us to get rid of the Republic of China people.

We can………”

After talking about his plan, Bruno Berg got up and walked out without waiting for the other people to agree or object.

The expedition was sponsored by SS, and as the head of the head and the leader of the SS, he had the right to make a final decision, Ernst Schaffer's existence was only to deceive the foolish British.

Soon, the other three leaders left one after another, and Ernst Schaffer was left in the tent alone, covering the teacup, and the wind seemed to have become even louder.

The second day, everything is the same, the third day, and the fourth day.

As usual, the German expedition team continued to collect animal and plant specimens and spent money to hire people to make masks containing facial features.

Until the fifth day, Bruno Berg suggested that the wind was too strong and he wanted to change the camp. Zuo Chong agreed to this, and the German immediately moved the camp to a farther place.

That night, the chef of the expedition stewed a whole pot of beef soup, red beef, rare onions and potatoes on the plateau, and the mixture was mouth-watering.

Facing the German lunch box that the Germans kindly sent, Zuo Chong said thank you happily, and then left with the lunch box under Ernst Schaffer's eyes.

Back at his residence, Zuo Chong put the lunch box on the table, frowned and seemed to be unable to understand something. After a long time, he looked at Wu Chunyang, Gui Youguang and He Yijun asked a question.

"Does the Germans treat us as fools?"

Wu Chunyang smiled. He had indeed not met such an amateur opponent for a long time. He just brought the added food so carelessly. The Germans were confident enough.

Gui Youguang's reaction was even more direct. He went out and caught a puppy. Before the poor puppy could figure out what was going on, he was stuffed with a few pieces of beef.

After more than ten minutes, looking at the puppy full of diarrhea, Gui Youguang nodded affirmatively: "Sub-seat, the Germans really treat us as fools."

The scene was silent. Smelling the stench in his tent, he pointed at the big bald head with his fingers trembling slightly. You can't take it out if you try it? It's intentional!

But no matter what, it is certain that the Germans really want to play tricks, but they don’t want to offend the government to death, so they only dare to get some laxatives.

After scolding Gui Youguang, Zuo Chong ordered everyone to take turns to go to the toilet. When he met a German, he came to inquire and pretended to be a little like him.

Not long after, noise and scolding sounded at the National Palace Camp. Bruno Berg smiled slightly and gave an order to his opponent.

"Carry weapons, food, mountaineering and cold-proofing equipment to set off immediately. The wind speed in the mountains is very high and the tent is unavailable, so it's here."

After saying that, he put on a German lambskin coat, goggles, and plunged into the wind with a huge backpack on his back, and the rest followed one by one.

Ernst Schafer looked back at the National Palace Camp, worried, but finally he clasped his goggles on his glasses, bent down to resist the resistance brought by the strong wind, and walked towards Mount Kam Rinpoche.

Ten minutes later, a group of dark-skinned and steady-straight Indians left the town under the leadership of the British and followed the traces of the Germans into the mountains.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ten minutes later, a puppy rushed out of the camp with his tail between his legs, followed by Gui Youguang, Wu Chunyang, Zuo Chong, He Yijun and many small spies.

Then more people walked out of the darkness. After the two sides met, everyone moved firmly towards Mount Rinpo Qifeng, in the same direction as the first two groups of people.

The Mount Kam Rinpoche is composed of Neo-Japanese conglomerate. It is a mountain with steep walls and a conical "pyramid-shaped" conical terrain. The terrain is extremely steep and there is no road for walking.

But at this time, a strong wind blew, and the only light source, the moon was shrouded in clouds. The visibility dropped to the point where you could not see your fingers. If you were not careful, you would fall into the cliff.

But this is nothing to the German expedition members from the Alps and who have lived in the mountains of high and cold for a long time.

They walked at the forefront of the team and were responsible for the way. The mountains that ordinary people could not walk during the day were like plazas under their feet. In just one hour, they opened a passage with rock nails and ropes.

Bruno Berg, carrying dozens of kilograms of backpack, grabbed a rock with his hands and climbed the flat platform on the mountainside with the help of his companions.

Before he could rest, he took out an old leather map from his arms, took out a guide and took a photo, and immediately started to curse.

"Bastard, there must be a large reserve of iron ore or magnetite here!"

I saw the compass shaking like leaves in the wind, and it was impossible to guide the direction.

The expedition team was immediately in a dilemma, and had no destination to walk. They stopped here. With such strong wind and low temperatures, the expedition team could easily enter a state of loss of temperature.

It is even more unrealistic to search aimlessly. The area of ​​Mount Kam Rinpoche is 412 square kilometers. Even if you send 10,000 people up the mountain, you will never find that place.

"Mr. Berg, are you looking for Shambhara?"

Ernst Shaffer then gasped and asked, asking.

When Bruno Bergt heard this, his face changed suddenly. He rushed to him quickly, grabbed his collar and scolded him sternly.

"How could you know this place? If you can't explain the reason clearly, I can only suspect that you are the enemy of the empire!"

Ernst Schaffer pried open the other person's hand with a strange expression: "I said to Mr. Berg, don't you know that I've been to Tibet twice?

The legend of Shambalah is widely circulated here, and even children know it, but where is the map in your hand coming from and what is drawn on it?"

Bruno Berg frowned. He didn't like this high-class Junker nobleman, who always had that high attitude.

Can be tasked...

After hesitating for a few seconds, he replied coldly: "This is the Shambalah map obtained by the Empire Explorer from Tibet at the end of the 19th world. The map shows that there is a passage to the axis of the world.

The axis of the world is the greatest existence in this world. Space and time are all toys that are controlled by him. The empire needs such magical power.

So, Mr. Shaffer, it is time to contribute your talents to the Empire, without a compass and contour lines, we cannot find there.”

Bruno Berger was excited and also had a bit of threat. SS had some ways to deal with a botanist who could not create any social wealth.

“What, Shambhala map.”

On the other side, Ernst Shaffer didn't care about the threat and exclaimed, "This is a legendary place in Tibet. Does it really exist?"

He swallowed, forcibly kept himself calm, and instead of answering Bruno Berg's question positively, he recited a Tibetan fairy tale that he heard.

"The Tibetans say that Shambala is the most beautiful place in the world. It is evergreen all year round and full of gorgeous Gesang flowers. When the gods walk, the river flowing under their feet is fragrant and delicious wine, and the trees grow... "

"Shut up! What I want is the answer!"

Bruno Berg is going crazy, what is this guy going to do? They are in a damn wild place, not a university classroom in Berlin, and chanting poetry cannot save action.

Ernst Shaffer shrugged and expressed his apology. This was his habit of communicating with students, and then he gave the answer from a professional perspective of botany.

"Gesang is a plant that can adapt to the high-altitude environment. It mostly grows on plateau meadows, gullies and hillsides at an altitude of 3,000 to 5,000 meters. The Mount Gang Rinpoche peak meets its living conditions.

But as you can see, this mountain is composed of gravel and cannot grow plants. There are many people appearing at the foot of the mountain. If Shambala really existed, it would have been discovered long ago.

Then there are two possibilities. First, this legend is fictional. Shambhala only exists in fantasy. The map in your hands is just a joke about a lunatic who is drunk and scribbling randomly."

In Bruno Berger's increasingly dangerous eyes, Ernst Schaffer restrained his cynical expression on his face and solemnly said the second guess.

"There is another possibility, that is, the top of Mount Kam Rinpoche. Due to the prohibition of local religions, and the mountain is steep and covered with snow all year round, no one has ever reached the top, and no one knows what is on it.

If there happened to be a sunken area there, the cold wind and snow were blocked by towering peaks, the soil carried by strong winds and the plant seeds accumulated in it, perhaps it could create an environment suitable for the growth of Gesang peanuts."

The more Bruno Berg heard it, the more he felt it made sense. He seemed to see the place where the four seasons were like spring and flowers were everywhere. He immediately patted Ernst Schaffer's shoulder vigorously and said excitedly to his opponents.

"What are you waiting for? Let us conquer this mountain, find Shambhala, and bring good news to the Head of State!"

(4)

"Huh~"

Twenty hours later, Bruno Berg breathed heavily, and naughty Venus appeared in front of him. He had already regretted the big words he had said before.

The strong sun shone on the snow-white snow, not only did not melt the snow, but instead freeze the snow into a strange semi-solid, and crawled on it and there was nowhere to focus on it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! You often climb five or six meters, and accidentally slide down three or four meters. If you torture it repeatedly, you can move forward at most dozens of meters in an hour. No wonder no one has reached the top.

Fortunately, they were only two or three hundred meters away, and they could climb to the top of the sacred mountain that no one had ever set foot. This desire for submission and satisfaction helped Bruno Berg regain some strength and looked at his watch to continue climbing upwards.

The plateau sets very late in August. According to the time of the Republic of China, the sun will not set until around 9 pm. It is just five pm now, and the expedition team still has plenty of time to climb.

After more than three hours, less than 200 meters away from the mountain, the rigorously trained expedition team found a square foot a quarter of an hour before darkness.

Bruno Berg announced the establishment of a campground, have a good rest for a night, sprinting tomorrow morning, and be sure to climb Mount Kailash tomorrow.

All the Germans got into their sleeping bags and hid in their leewards and slept with no sentries or warnings. They didn't think anyone would sneak attack the expedition in such a ghost place.

There was nothing to say all night. At around seven o'clock the next morning, the Hans, who were trembling with cold, ate some high-calorie food casually, cheered each other up and set off again, victory was right in front of them.
To be continued...