As soon as Feng Hai said this, everyone nodded subconsciously.
"But that doesn't make sense!"
Dashuan scratched his head in confusion. "The archaeological team has been on the mountain for quite some time. The group of people who brought supplies went up the mountain once every two days. There's no reason why they couldn't find the way!"
"If you can't find it, you won't find it the first time. Why wait until this time..."
yes!
This group of people who were delivering supplies must have gone up the mountain more than once or twice, but why did they get lost this time?
The people in Qiaojia Village suddenly stopped talking. They looked at each other, unable to understand the situation.
"Village head, how did you know that the archaeological team suddenly disappeared?"
Qiao Bo suddenly spoke up, but asked something completely unrelated.
He only heard a few words from Qiao An about the situation of the archaeological team, but he never understood the specific details.
He still had no idea how the villagers knew about the accident involving the archaeological team.
"Of course, the group that delivered the supplies told us..."
The village chief answered subconsciously, and before he finished speaking, he also discovered something suspicious.
"etc…"
"Let me smooth it over..."
"We went up the mountain two days ago, and several villagers were injured by rocks falling from the mountain."
"We met the group of people who were delivering supplies on the mountain. They told us that the archaeological team was missing..."
"They were empty-handed at the time, so they should have delivered the supplies to the camp, which is why they discovered that the archaeological team was missing..."
"Since they had already discovered that the archaeological team was missing, why did they go up the mountain to deliver supplies yesterday?"
The village chief and Feng Hai looked at each other and asked, "Will it be..."
Did that group of people yesterday really deliver supplies to the archaeological team?
"Village Chief, are you sure that the two groups of people delivering supplies that you encountered were the same group?"
Qiao Bo's face was solemn. The situation of the archaeological team might be more complicated than they thought.
"this…"
After Qiao Bo said this, the village chief couldn't help but hesitate.
The two teams they saw were all wearing similar clothes, hats and masks, and were wrapped up tightly.
He really couldn't figure out whether these two groups of people were the same group.
"no!"
Song Ning looked at the black fog that suddenly appeared above the village chief's head and said with a grim expression.
The sudden appearance of black fog like this is either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster. Under the current circumstances, Song Ning tends to believe the latter.
The archaeological team came from Beijing, and the group of people who delivered the supplies were most likely brought by themselves.
Not only the village chief is confused, I guess the people in the town government are also confused.
"The purpose of the group yesterday was not clear, so it's best for everyone not to act on their own."
Song Ning pulled Qiao Bo's arm and made a dangerous mouth shape to him.
Qiao Bo nodded in understanding, quickly gathered his troops, and headed towards the camp.
Although the canyon is covered with low bushes, since no one has visited it for many years, grass roots and branches have grown into a whole.
Song Ning and his group had a very difficult time walking.
"Is it possible?"
Qiao Bolisso cut off the branches that were sticking out, and looked at Song Ning worriedly.
Song Ning walked in the middle, with young men on both sides holding machetes and constantly cutting branches.
The people who came with us this time had been collecting firewood in the mountains all year round, so they were very nimble.
She used to often travel with her master to famous mountains and rivers, and her physical fitness is quite good.
But now my body is very fragile. After walking for a while, my breathing became a little rapid.
"no…"
Song Ning can no longer feel the existence of her legs and feet.
Beads of sweat as big as beans soaked her hair, and she looked like she had just been pulled out of the water.
"Hello..."
When Qiao Bo heard Song Ning's questions and answers, he decisively gave up his leading position and called Xi over.
"You lead the way! Do you still remember the direction of the camp?"
㟧喜 nodded excitedly, "I remember!"
Qiao Bo patted his shoulder and said, "Here you go!"
"Hey!"
He walked over happily with a machete in hand.
After the people from Qiaojia Village had left, Qiao Bo helped Song Ning sit down on a rock.
"Your feet hurt?"
Song Ning shook her head and said dejectedly: "Not only am I barefoot, but I can't even feel my legs..."
Qiao Bo chuckled, lifted up Song Ning's legs, and began to massage them rhythmically with his hands.
"You just don't exercise enough! When you get to the army, get up early every day and run exercises with me..."
"Be gentle...it hurts..."
Song Ning grimaced in pain, but still did not forget to chat with Qiao Bo.
"I do want to! But you insist that I go to school..."
Speaking of going to school, Song Ning's lips pouted so much that an oil bottle could be hung on them.
She is really not cut out for studying and she won’t be able to get into university no matter how many years she takes the exams!
"Can I not go to school? Can't I join your army?"
Qiao Bo flicked her smooth forehead with his finger and said, "Don't think about it! No way!"
"Other people don't know how much they want to go to school! But you, on the other hand, just want to stop going to school..."
Song Ning covered her forehead and looked at him accusingly, "Qiao Bozhi, you bullied me!"
"You call this bullying? Then I guess you'll just have to endure it!"
Qiao Bo's thumb gently circled the Neiguan acupoint on Song Ning's calf, and the sore pain made Song Ning's face wrinkle.
"pain…"
“Bear with it!”
Qiao Bo won't indulge her at this time. If he doesn't rub her now, she will cry out in the future!
They wasted a lot of time here and could no longer see any other people in front of them.
Qiao Bo finally let go of Song Ning's legs, and tapped Song Ning's nose with a smile, "You're still angry!"
"Get up! I'll carry you!"
Qiao Bo squatted gently in front of Song Ning and motioned her to climb up.
"I can walk by myself! I don't need you to carry me!"
Song Ning pouted. Although she knew that Qiao Bo did this for her, she would still be angry if he didn't coax her!
"That won't work!"
Qiao Bo deliberately frowned, "You are walking too slowly. We are already behind. If we don't move on, we will not be able to catch up with the main group!"
"you…"
"ah…"
Suddenly there was a scream from the front, Song Ning shut up abruptly and climbed onto Qiao Bo's back nimbly.
"Caught!"
Qiao Bo grabbed Song Ning's knee, kicked off, and rushed out quickly.
When Qiao Bo and Song Ning arrived, the people of Qiao Village were gathered in a group.
"What's wrong?"
Qiao Bo put Song Ning down and strode over.
"Jobo, look..."
The village chief stood up, called out to Qiao Bo, and made way for him.
Song Ning followed the gap and saw a middle-aged man in military green clothes lying on the ground, unconscious.
The luck on the middle-aged man’s head was not black, so it was obvious that he would not die for a while.
"The camp is ahead. Could this person be a member of the archaeological team?"
The village chief had just tried the man's breath, but he didn't die. He just didn't know why he was unconscious.
Qiao Bo squatted down and looked through the man's shirt pocket, then took out a coin as evidence.
"He is indeed a member of the archaeological team..."
Qiao Bo handed the evidence to the village chief and said, "Help us carry him to the camp first."
㟧喜 and Datou stepped forward immediately and carefully lifted the middle-aged man up.
"Oh! This guy named Liu Wen is from the Beijing Museum..."
The village chief held the evidence and exclaimed, this archaeological team is quite powerful!
Qiaojia Village is not far from Beijing City, and the village chief is a well-traveled man, so he naturally knows the importance of the Beijing City Museum.
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