Chapter 11 Lama Temple

　　I crouched down and saw the fat man pry open a few pieces of ice and take out a piece of animal skin from it.

　　"This is a snow leopard. There are at least four of them inside. It's frozen into one piece, and there are still some deer carcasses inside." Fatty said.

　　"How can this be, the four snow leopards, they are beasts, who were they eaten by?" I said, "Is there any more ferocious beasts than leopards here?"

　　"Bears will hunt leopards, but these leopards are all hunted. They were killed by a gun. You see these leopards are so big, they should be the beasts guarding this lake. The villagers here raise them, let them move around the lake, and protect the lake from outsiders. Shoot these leopards The gun is very powerful, besides the rifle, there may be grenades."

　　"How did you see that?"

　　"The bones of these wounds were blown out, and the whole piece of meat was smashed." Fatty said, "The corpse is not It's fresh, it's so cold here, the meat has gone bad, I'm afraid he's been dead for a while." The fat man looked around and said, "Damn, someone came here before us. First, there are a lot of people; Second, the equipment is very good, and immediately killed the guards in this place."

　　He looked at the direction of the tent and the canyon again, and said, "Oops, you say, will something happen to Kambaluo? "

　　I had a movie image of a simple local ethnic group being invaded by foreign powers and being slaughtered because of the gap in weapons and equipment. I trembled and looked at the fat man: "No matter who the other party is, the way they deal with obstacles is very brutal and violent. Let's hurry up."

　　We built a simple sleigh with bones and tents, wrapped Zhang Haixing and Feng in sleeping bags, and dragged them along the lakeside road.

　　Not as difficult as we thought, but not as easy either, stop-and-go, and in double the time, we followed the edge to the canyon across the lake.

　　The lake is frozen, but the river leading to the canyon shows the trend of a river under the ice, and there is still water surging under the ice. In some places the ice broke, exposing turbulent water. This shows that the ice surface here is unstable.

　　We carefully stepped on the ice and sometimes we were completely crawling forward. It was this action that allowed us to see the wonders under the ice.

　　We saw a row of wooden fences inserted underwater under a section of ice, and in front of the wooden fences were all human corpses, at least twenty or thirty. We smashed the ice and saw that the bodies soaked in the water were all rotting, but not rotting, but soaked in water.

　　It can be seen from the hair that they are all foreigners, some equipment is soaked in the water, and these people are almost all naked.

　　The fat man pulled up a rifle and a tube of grenades, pinned them to himself, and picked up the bullets one by one.

　　"It seems that the comrades of our dung comrade once came in by themselves, but they failed, so they decided to join forces with the Zhang family. This group should be the accomplices of those Germans."

　　"No clothes, it seems It was also the shortest route to the lake, so I got caught." I said, "These people should have found this place and killed the snow leopards by the lake, but something happened on the way through the ice lake, and they all died. , the corpse fell into the water and rushed here."

　　I estimate that there may be more than these here, and some of them should still be dead on the lake, frozen there.

　　The fat man picked up the ocean, and he was very beautiful, and he didn't mean to be pitiful at all. I asked him, "How long do you think these people have been dead here?"

　　"I don't know about that, but maybe there will be survivors, and we don't know how many of them came."

　　"The foreigners won't leave them behind. The remains of the companions, looking at the appearance of these dead people, I guess there are not many survivors, and they are all self-defeating." I said.

　　Continue to move forward, and soon, after passing the places mentioned by the stuffy oil bottle, we finally came to the bottom of the hanging Lama Temple.

　　The two bastards still didn't wake up, the fat man crawled over, carefully pushed open the entrance, and found that the whole building was dead silent without a sound.

　　Fatty and I worked so hard to carry the two of us on our backs. At this time, the sun had already set in the west, and the white clouds were sticking to the edge of the snow-capped mountains, forming a cloud of mist.

　　We stopped in a relatively closed room in the Lama Temple and lit the charcoal stove. The room was covered with felt to keep the temperature from escaping, but when I checked the felt, it was a mess of gray and crusted.

　　"The lamas here are not very hygienic." The fat man took off his shoes while heating the fire, and the smell of his feet hit his face, "The ground is also full of ash, and it is reasonable to say that there is very little ash on the snow-capped mountains, and the air is very clean. With so much ash, how much incense do they burn every day?"

　　It should have been more ash in the Lama Temple, but the thickness of the ash here and the traces on the surface. It means that the ash has been falling for a long time, and no one has cleaned it for a long time.

　　Is this temple abandoned?

　　I let the fat man rest, and I went up all the way, and saw the felts of the Hades riding the corpse that the stuffy oil bottle said. The door to the upper level was behind the felt, and the stairs were there, but that door was locked, and there should have been a very large wooden pole behind it.

　　I inserted the dagger in, lifted the wooden pole vigorously, pushed open the door, and smelled a particularly unpleasant smell of spice.

　　Behind the door is a particularly spacious passage, with doors on both sides of the passage, a bit like a hotel layout.

　　I went to one of the doors, tried to open them, and found that the wooden bolts behind these doors were so heavy and thick that it was impossible to pick them apart with a dagger. I had to go back the same way. When I got back to Fatty, I found that Zhang Haixing was awake, and he seemed to have regained consciousness and was drinking water.

　　I thought about what face I should use to go back to talk to her. I swayed over and said, "Look, you idiot, don't listen to Lao Tzu." I also have a bad temper, so we don't need to talk about this again. How is your health?" The

　　latter may have a good impression on me, but I don't want to hook up with this tigress. After thinking about it, I still choose the first option. A good one.

　　So I sneered, walked over, and said to him: "Wake up, you said you were stupid, I told you to listen to me, listen to me, don't listen, look, naked-"