Tomb Robbers: the Story of a General

It should be at the foot of a wild mountain corner. The mountain is not high, surrounded by bushes, and a stream that is almost dead is flowing half-dead. It should be summer, with green trees and red flowers, butterflies flying, bees buzzing... "Spit..." He spat twice in the palm of his hand, "Give me - wake up~" He glanced around a few times inadvertently, then pricked up his ears and listened. There was no movement. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, no one saw it." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.