"It's because it's too high and they're worried that I might fall and be in danger."

Tantu spread his hands helplessly, "Of course, if you want to know what's up there, I can climb up and have a look. It's just over 20 meters high, so it's not difficult for me."

Looking at each other, Wei Ran took the initiative to pull a chainsaw from the bed of the small truck, "Let's help Kou Kou get the moose out first."

Hearing this, Tantu nodded indifferently. After turning on the switch, he reached out and slowly pulled out the tow hook of the front winch, and then skillfully guided it around the trunk of a sugar maple tree.

While she was getting ready, Wei Ran also started the saw and cut off the branches around the reindeer.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! While he was cleaning up, he roughly guessed that perhaps it was the heavy rain last night or even today's breakfast that caused the tree trunk to seem to be eaten by insects.

The sugar maple tree broke in the middle, trapping the unlucky moose who was sheltering from the rain under the tree. At the same time, the broken branch also pierced its abdomen.

It can’t be said that it’s Wei Ran and others.

The moose and the sugar maple tree were lucky, but unlucky. Anyway, since they happened, they couldn't just leave them here and waste them.

In less than ten minutes, with the help of several girls, large and small branches were dragged aside. Tantu also tied the two hind hooves of the moose with a rope and used it to bypass another tree branch.

Using a dry tow hook, he slowly pulled it out and let it hang little by little at a height of less than half a meter above the ground.

At Wei Ran's suggestion, Kou Kou cut the lifeless moose's throat and accurately cut its carotid artery. Although there was not much blood flowing out because there was no heartbeat, it was still better than nothing.

.

While several girls were watching Ruirui, who was standing on the roof of the truck, skinning the behemoth, Tantu, who was carrying a crossbow, a canvas bag, and a bundle of ropes on his shoulders, also moved towards Wei Ran.

A look.

"Do you need me to go up and have a look?" Tantu led Wei Ran to the foot of the tall redwood tree and asked, raising his neck.

Without waiting for Wei Ran's reply, the Indian woman pulled the trigger toward the crown of the redwood tree.

With a soft sound of "Boom!", the blunt-headed steel crossbow arrow accurately flew over a thick branch with a thin nylon rope. Pull the rope gently, and the blunt-headed crossbow arrow also flew with a thin nylon rope.

The rope slowly dropped.

Using this thin rope, he pulled up the thick rope on his shoulder and wrapped it around the waist-thick branch. After fixing the rope, Tantu tugged hard, and then took out a tree-climbing pair from his waist.

Used iron palm.

"I'll do it." Wei Ran quickly took it before the other party put the iron palms on his shoes, and at the same time handed the other party the telescope hanging around his neck.

"It's best this isn't the first time you've done something like this."

Tantu grabbed the rope and reminded, "At such a high altitude, even if you can survive after falling, Mr. Hawking may not be much free."

"Don't worry, it's certainly not the first time."

Wei Ran said as he took out a pair of safety boots from the canvas bag at the opponent's feet and put them on.

Seeing Wei Ran's skillful appearance, Tan Tu hesitated for a moment and then did not stop him. He just helped carefully check all the locks.

After a little preparation, Wei Ran grasped the ascender and started climbing little by little on the rope.

When he was more than five meters above the ground, he also noticed that steel handles for climbing up and down seemed to have been nailed to the trunk of this towering tree.

However, perhaps because of the passage of time, most of these steel handles only have less than five centimeters left exposed, and the remaining parts have been eaten into the tree trunks.

Even so, Wei Ran can still use his hands and feet to grab or step on the force to further speed up his ascent.

A moment later, when he was riding on a branch wider than his body, he finally saw what was nailed to the trunk.

This is definitely an American-style steel helmet from World War II, an American-style steel helmet suspended in the air by thick steel bars firmly nailed to the tree trunk.

And directly under the helmet was a brass cannon shell suspended by a rusty iron chain.

Or to be more precise, this is a 127x680r (flanged) artillery shell. As for why he knows it so well, the reason is simple. Because the artillery using this kind of shell shell was the most representative in World War II.

The mk12 127 mm 38 times caliber naval gun on the U.S. warship Shalao.

After all, he is also a student brought out by Professor Alexei. Identifying weapons by bullets/cannon shells is one of the most basic professional skills that historians like them need to master in order to support their families.

Of course, the simpler reason is that the model number is clearly written on the butt of the shell. Not only that, but there is also something vaguely engraved on the waist of the copper shell shell, which is densely covered with black oxide layer.

He carefully picked up the shell shell and turned it around to look at it. Wei Ran, who was riding on the tree, subconsciously read out the hand-carved handwriting on it.

"ussjohnstondd-557...este·evans

..."

Johnston? dd-557? dd...destroyer? Destroyer USS Johnston?! Ernest Evans? Wei Ran took a breath after translating this notch to himself.

stagnation,

Carefully turn the black shell shell, and there is a second line of English engraved on it - this will be a battle ship, and she will fight her way out. Those who are scared should leave as soon as possible.

Although he has not been to North America many times, he also knows that this sentence is a famous saying of John Paul Jones, the father of the U.S. Navy.

As for the DD557 USS Johnston, when it comes to this warship, we have to mention the name engraved on the shell, Ernest Evans. Or, we should call him the Ernest of the USS Johnston.

Captain Ste Evans is the right one.

After carefully recalling the memories about this person's name and this destroyer, Wei Ran's face showed a look of surprise.

It goes without saying that the Johnston's heroic and fearless performance in the last battle before sinking was mentioned, but Captain Ernest Evans not only had the nickname "Big Chief", but he actually had a quarter of

Three Cherokee Indians of ancestry!

The most important thing is that in the final battle when the destroyer USS Johnston sank, the captain was eventually listed as missing!

Subconsciously he glanced at the Indian woman under the tree who was holding a telescope and looking up at him. Wei Ran swallowed involuntarily and suppressed his speculation that there might be some blood relationship between the captain and the woman on the ground.

In the bottom of my heart.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Turning his attention to the shell shell again, Wei Ran carefully took out a thick glass tube with both ends sealed and a tube filled with wax oil and

Gauze-sealed small canning bottles.

In that glass tube, there is a wooden stick that is less than half a meter long at most. This wooden stick is also carved with patterns such as cobras, eagle heads, and Indians with feather crests. And on it

At one end, there was something that seemed to be made of horn.

In addition, there were three slender black feathers tied with leather ropes to the wooden stick, as well as a small metal pipe that looked about one size larger than chopsticks and was embossed in Ukiyo-e style.

Although it was separated by a thick glass tube, he could still roughly tell that this small metal pipe seemed to be made of pure silver, and the gold-stitched reliefs on it also exuded a sense of luxury from the inside out.

After carefully placing the glass tube back into the shell casing, Wei Ran picked up the glass can bottle that was almost perfectly inserted into the shell casing.

What was sealed inside was half-filled with something that seemed to be pipe tobacco, and buried inside the pipe tobacco was an Indian pipe ax without the handle.

Indian pipe ax? Wei Ran subconsciously looked at the glass tube, and then he realized that the wooden stick in the glass tube just now might be the missing ax handle.

Look at the pipe ax sealed in this can. There is a heart-shaped cutout on the axe, which is about the size of a fingernail. A little higher than the cutout, there are protruding sea anchor outlines on both sides. The pipe on the other end of the axe.

The pot was made to look like a lifebuoy, and there was even an embossed outline of a rope on it.

It was obvious that such an exquisite ax was definitely a custom-made product. What particularly interested Wei Ran was that there was a shiny silver sailor's whistle wrapped around the ax with a thin rope.

After looking over and over at the contents of the can, Wei Ran put it back into the shell shell after hesitating for a moment, then took out his cell phone and dialed the number of the Indian woman under the tree.

After describing his findings, Wei Ran finally asked, "Tantu, the ax placed here may be the relic of a missing American destroyer captain in history. Considering that your grandfather was a US Navy soldier, these

It is very likely that he put the things there, and it is not even ruled out that they are his personal belongings.

So it's up to you to decide whether to take these things down or let them stay here and wait to be completely swallowed up by the growing trunk one day."

After asking this question, Tantu, who had been holding up the telescope, said without thinking, "Help me take it off! Victor, that's what my ancestor said.

My father is actually the captain of a destroyer? How is this possible? He is an Indian. Also, what is the rank of the captain? General? "

"The missing captain I just mentioned is three-quarters Indian."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he added uncertainly, "I don't remember clearly. The missing Captain Ernest Evans seems to have the rank of major or lieutenant colonel."

"Help take off the things on top!" Tantu said again, "I can take it and ask my father. He might know something."

Hearing this, Wei Ran put his cell phone in his pocket, bent down and pulled up the rope, and then used the rope to carefully send down the shell casing suspended by the chain, waiting until Tantu caught it steadily.
Chapter completed!