Setouchi is not large, so the semicolon of Lotte Bank is not too large. There is no building in the Chinese yard with three entry points. Just over 100 Russian soldiers have turned the place upside down.

Amami Oshima is basically an island composed of mountains. There are few plains here. The limited number of towns are built on gentle slopes between two ridges, or small plains alluvialized by rivers.

The flat land is a very rare high-quality land on Amami Oshima. Most of the houses are built according to the mountains, including the courtyard of Lotte Foreign Travel Three-Entertainment.

The vault was built in the third yard and was hidden in a very ordinary gray blue brick house. However, when people rushed in, they found that there was another world inside.

There was a terrazzo and blue brick paved in the space of more than 30 square meters. On both sides were tall cabinets, thick books were all accounts. There were several broken abacuses on the ground, and pens, inkstones and so on. There was a large gray rock like a grave on the ground. When I looked closer, I found that it was a cement block completely poured on it and then solidified.

"This place should be a vault. It seems that the vault is located in the underground mountain. The part exposed on the ground here is only an entrance! Take action and smash it open..."

With a command, six big men, two meters tall, held iron hammers in their hands and began to destroy them in groups. The sound of the hammers hitting the cement in the bank was heard.

The cement block is very heavy, and every hammer is used to produce a huge anti-shock force. The soldiers who can shake each piece of it will be numb. This kind of work is not done by humans. Even if the Russian soldiers are as big as bears, they will have to change into a group after ten minutes of smashing.

The rest of the soldiers were not idle either. They continued to search every wall of the bank and every floor tiles for clues.

"Sir! Come and see... There is a mezzanine on this wall... There is a secret door here..." As the roars, people saw a soldier holding a hammer just smashing a hole in a white wall, and indeed a one-meter-wide mezzanine passage was exposed inside.

"Gold coins! There are indeed gold coins here..." People were surprised to find that in addition to the scattered account books, there were actually a lot of silver coins and gold coins scattered on the ground in the wall.

A group of soldiers squeezed in like crazy, desperately trying to pick up gold coins on the ground. Such a large gold coin is enough for an ordinary soldier to eat and drink in Moscow for a month.

"Bastard! What are you robbing me? Then I'll pull it out and shoot it..." At this time, a sound suddenly sounded from outside the house. I turned my head and saw that it was the grimace Molière and the adjutant of the commander-in-chief walked in.

The Russian soldiers were not afraid of bloody battles, but were afraid of Molière, because he successfully showed everyone his perversion at Bai Layi. Whether it was burning grain warehouses or facing the corpse that was fused with gold, everything the Frenchman showed could only be described in the word "perversion".

The warriors of Tsarist Russia can fight the devil, but they hate this pervert the most. They would rather fight with the lion than avoid this sticky poisonous snake, not to mention that his half-ghost face is really ugly.

What's more, Molière was following the commander-in-chief's adjutant, the red-haired major, who was even more difficult to mess with.

The soldiers robbing gold coins retreated from the holes in the wall, carefully rubbing the wall and trying to get out. As a result, Molière waved to a soldier who was heading, "You! Come here and show me what you have..."

The soldier walked to Molière reluctantly, looked at the cold gaze of the red-haired major, and swallowed his saliva and finally spread his hands open.

There is a gold coin in the palm of your hand, with a bumpy letter on the surface that no one knows. The avatar on it looks like an ancient man.

Molière's eyes lit up, and he pinched the gold coin and approached the sun and confidently went to see "Oh God, it's so beautiful, it's really so beautiful..."

"Young man, do you know what kind of gold coin this is?" Molière's inquiry was exchanged for the young man shook his head in confusion. Although these Russian soldiers were brave, they were all serfs before. Not to mention spending gold coins, they had never seen each other several times, let alone the tricks on gold coins.

"Lucky child, this is a gold coin minted by Carthage, the Mediterranean power in the second century BC! The avatar on it is Hannibal, the famous general who led the Carthaginians to defeat the Romans..."

Hearing this, the soldiers were still stupid and didn't know what he was saying. The world of BC was not something that these illiterate soldiers could understand, but the officers understood it, and their eyes suddenly became greedy.

In the second century BC, Carthage commemorated the gold coins minted by Hannibal? My God, this historical value is far greater than the original value of gold!

The stupid soldier finally understood a little. It turned out that this gold coin was very valuable, but what's the use of being valuable? It now belongs to this French pervert.

But what was unexpected was that Molière actually stuffed the gold coins back into the soldier's hand, "Please hold it away, this gold coins are very valuable, your discovery brings us hope, so I decided that this gold coins are your seizure, and you can stay!"

After saying that, Molière walked to the pile of cement and began to measure and observe carefully.

The young soldier was holding the gold coin and couldn't believe his ears, but the next second he was lucky to hit him. The red-haired major walked up to him and said coldly, "One hundred gold rubles, exchange for your gold coin... You have no choice because you don't have the ability to protect this gold coin. Believe me, you won't suffer any loss in this transaction!"

There was a regretful look around. When the other officers who wanted to take advantage of the trick, they knew that they were the heroes in front of the commander, and they didn't dare to rob them.

The soldier exchanged gold coins happily, holding a check written by the major in his hand. He knew that as long as he returned to Europe, he could exchange 100 gold coins at any bank.

Molière patted the ashes on his hand and said to the soldiers around him, "Continue to smash it. This pile of cement will probably be solidified for about ten hours. It must be soft inside. If you smash the shell, you will naturally see the door of the vault..."

Walking to the red-haired major, Mori smiled and said, "This gold coin has eliminated all my doubts. Xiao Letian should be aware of his proficiency. Even if he doesn't know how to do it, he will have people who know about it. This kind of cultural relics-level gold coin cannot appear in the circulation channel..."
Chapter completed!