Whether it was marching or fighting, morale was one of the most important factors. It was impossible to win a battle with low morale.
Wei Kang also understood this, so he did not plead for He He. He advised, "Xiao He, the conditions are a bit tough, but you should think on the bright side. How many people can experience such an experience? It's not that bad. You're new to the wilderness and not used to it. I've experienced worse situations before. Just bear with it and it'll be over. You'll get used to it. We'll celebrate when we get back. "
Gao Ke also advised, "Xiao He, you saw it too. The road conditions were very bad when you entered the desert. Even if someone drove you out, you're driving alone in the desert. What if it breaks down? What if the car overturns? What if you get lost? Who will save you? It's too dangerous! It's safer to stay with everyone! "
Both of them made sense. He He calmed down a little and thought about it.
The scene of Car 10 in danger was still fresh in her mind. Driving alone in the desert, it would be fine if nothing went wrong, but if something did go wrong, they could only wait for death. It was much more dangerous than going forward and retreating with the rest of the team.
She would treat this experience like the military training when she first entered university. Just bear with it, and it would be over. Although she also used all kinds of excuses to avoid field training during the military training …
"Okay, I understand. I'll try my best to adapt and advance and retreat with everyone." She wiped her tears and gave in.
"Yes, that's right!"
Wei Kang also breathed a sigh of relief. The crisis had finally been resolved.
Many people also gathered around and comforted and encouraged her, telling her that there was nothing to worry about. As long as everyone was united, there was no difficulty that could not be overcome.
Being surrounded by everyone, being cared for and cared for, made He He feel a sense of security. She even felt a little proud.
Compared to He He, Zhang Zian and a few others were more interested in the skull in the sandpit. They squatted in a circle around the sandpit and observed the skull with flashlights.
The desert centipede that had crawled out of the eye socket had long since slipped into the sand, but no one was sure if there were more centipedes or other creatures in there, so they did not dare to touch it with their hands.
"How did this person die?" someone asked in English.
"I don't know. There's no external injury to the skull. At least it wasn't caused by a blunt object hitting the skull." Seeing that someone was comforting He He, the female detective also came over to check on the skull.
"Didn't Nabari say that this was an ancient smuggling route? It's most likely some poor smuggler who got sick in the desert, drank too much water, got lost … There are too many possibilities, "someone else said.
At that moment, someone walked over and said, "It's not a smuggler."
Everyone looked up. It was Nabari.
Nabari held a hookah and stared at the skull through the lingering smoke.
"If it's not a smuggler, who else could it be? What kind of person would come to such a damned place? "someone asked.
"Maybe he's a fool like us." Another person mocked himself, causing a burst of laughter.
Nabari did not laugh. He said calmly, "I have seen human remains in the desert more than once, but the appearance of this skull is different from the Bedouin skulls."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
No one doubted the observation and memory of the Bedouin guide. Otherwise, they would really be fools to follow the Bedouin into the desert.
This smuggling route might not have been first opened by the Bedouin, but after the Bedouin came here, they had become the masters of this route and had been active on this route for at least a few hundred years. There were many Bedouin who had died on this road. If it wasn't the remains of a Bedouin, who did it belong to? Could it have been left even earlier?
The man who drove car number 5, known as the Scholar in Peter Lee's team, was also watching. He frowned and seemed to be inspired by Nabari's words. He moved closer, borrowed the flashlight from the female detective's hand, and carefully observed the details of the skull's outline. He gasped in surprise.
The Scholar said, "Mr. Nabari is right. This is the skull of a modern European male. If it was the skull of a West Asian male known as an Asian robust male, the eyebrows should be thicker."
Zhang Zian did not know what the Scholar was doing in real life, but observing the reactions of the others, it seemed that they were very convinced of his conclusion. No one questioned it.
This was even more strange. Why would a modern European male come to such a desolate place? Could it be that a member of a scientific research team was buried here?
According to common sense, even if a member of a scientific research team died in the desert, his companions should not just abandon his body like this. They would at least record the GPS coordinates and leave a conspicuous mark so that they could collect the body when they returned in the future. This was basic human care.
Unless his companions came back to look for him, but the sand and wind moved his body, causing them to return empty-handed. This was also possible.
Wei Kang comforted He He. Hearing them arguing here, he walked over and listened for a while. He shook his head and said, "As far as I know, no scientific research team has been here. At least, no scientific research team with the goal of biological research has been here … In my opinion, could it be for oil exploration?"
The Mediterranean man called the Consul had been smoking silently. At this time, he stepped on the cigarette butt and stood up. He said, "Instead of guessing, why don't we dig up this body and see if we can find any clues from other parts of the body! Come, everyone, go get the tools from the car. We have nothing to do anyway! "
A few people ran back to their respective cars, took out folding shovels, and started digging around the body.
Things on He He's side were already over, and the commotion of their group attracted the attention of others. Everyone gathered around, excitedly guessing the identity of the body as they watched.
With so many people around, He He was not afraid anymore. She squeezed into the crowd to watch, but she still did not dare to look directly at the black eye sockets of the skull.
It was not easy to dig a hole in the desert. Although the sand was very soft, as soon as the shovel went in, the surrounding sand would always fill in.
Fortunately, there was strength in numbers, and the body was not buried too deep. After a few digging, a relatively complete human skeleton appeared in front of everyone. The upper body was basically exposed, and the lower half was still buried in the sand.
There were also a few yellow rags wrapped around the skeleton, obviously the clothes this person had worn when he was alive.
The Scholar jumped into the excavated sand pit and carefully looked for clues among the bones.
Suddenly, he noticed something flashing.
He put his hand into the ribs of the skeleton and felt for a shiny silver metal ornament — a black reverse swastika, hanging in the middle of a palm tree growing on the lawn.
Someone recognized it. It was the symbol of the Wehrmacht's Afrika Korps.
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