"Oh, then have you tasted anything?"
"That's fucking nonsense.
Foreign devils' books are so damn unreliable."
"Where did you find the book?"
The fat man felt a little aggrieved: "I borrowed it from Captain Lin.
She said it would be helpful for my profession."
"When did you and the female agent get along?
The confidentiality work was done thoroughly enough, brother, there was no news at all."
"You're a female spy, don't talk nonsense."
The fat man tried his best to protect Lin Fang's image, with a tragic feeling of a revolutionary martyr in his movements and expressions.
"Okay, okay, let's talk about the relationship issues slowly after we get back."
Shiry Yang spread his hands helplessly, "We only have two hours left, hurry up."
I scratched the ground a few times and roughly sketched the shape of the tomb: "The place we are in is equivalent to the work shed where craftsmen gather to rest.
Most of the pictures on the wall are for after-dinner entertainment.
I speculate that the main tomb should be It is built at the location of Longyan, which is the southernmost point of Bainuitan, facing east and facing west. " Shiry Yang took out his sketchbook and pulled out the plan I made on the ground: "There is a difference of thirty degrees.
We have to adjust the direction and go south."
We passed through the cave with murals and continued along the corrected route to find the location of the main tomb.
After walking along the rugged rock wall for more than ten minutes, a man-made broken wall suddenly appeared in front of us.
The so-called Guillotine Wall, as the name suggests, is the place where heads are cut off and lives are left.
It has the same effect as the brick sealing the door in front of the Shinto.
Both are also boundary markers that divide life and death and isolate yin and yang.
The door sealing brick is equivalent to a security door, protecting the owner of the tomb from bandits and looting.
The Guillotine Wall is even more terrifying.
In order to strictly guard the location of the mausoleum, most of the craftsmen will be silenced after the completion of the construction, euphemistically called: Burial of Sacrifice.
Their corpses were centrally processed and buried under the guillotine wall.
They continued to serve the tomb owner as the deceased, cursing every tomb robber who tried to disturb the deceased's rest.
"The specifications are not bad.
We were originally going to go around the back, but we didn't expect that they were already prepared and equipped with guards."
The fat man joked, "I think this means that there are three hundred taels of silver in this place.
There must be a lot of good things in the tomb."
I opened my backpack and replaced it with a flat-head shovel.
Unexpectedly, the wall was stronger than expected.
When I shoveled the shovel down, it actually scratched out sparks and only made a few tiny scratches.
"The people who built the wall are really thieves.
The wall is filled with copper juice, and you can't dig it in with just iron tools."
I groped around the guillotine wall for a few times, and then I discovered that the repair and casting process was extraordinary.
The six-meter-high wall is smooth and flat, with no trace of a seam from top to bottom.
"Pour in one piece, no chance."
The fat man patted the copper wall, his eyes rolling, and it seemed that he already had an idea.
"Since the wall can't be penetrated, let's change the position, dig a U-shaped hole, and walk underground."
I shook my head: "There is a foundation underneath, all in one piece.
By the time we dig in, it will be daybreak."
The three people fell silent at the same time.
The demanding working time forced us to find another way.
Sneaking into the tomb by digging was obviously not feasible.
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The remaining options were nothing more than blasting or finding other entrances.
"I am opposed to the use of gunpowder," Shiry Yang stroked the wall.
"The load-bearing structure has not yet been figured out.
Let's not talk about whether we can accurately find the blasting point.
Let's start from the principle of discovery and protection.
We cannot damage the internal environment of the tomb at will."
The fat man was holding back his anger: "We are not here to treat guests to dinner.
We can't wait for the general to open the door in person."
"It won't work from below.
Let's change the direction."
I pointed to the top of the rock.
"The overall pouring is generally a top-down structure.
No matter how skilled the craftsman is, there is no way to prevent the copper juice from flowing backward.
I will go up first to check the situation."
The fat man immediately understood my intention.
He took out the pickaxe and said, "There are only two pickaxes.
Pay attention to safety."
Using an iron pickaxe as a tool, I climbed to the top with difficulty through the uneven rock walls.
I didn't notice it when I was standing at the bottom, but when I came up, I realized it was terrifyingly high.
I checked the seams and sure enough there was a gap.
I gave the guy down there a thumbs up, then turned around and started digging.
It was very laborious to dig a hole in the air.
It was hard to reach the sky or the ground, and it was difficult to exert force.
After a few minutes, I was exhausted and sweating profusely.
The boring and arduous dredging process took a lot of time.
Shiry Yang stuck to the angle between the wall and the rock wall, raised his head and asked me how the situation was on the other side.
I looked at the hole in front of me, raised the flashlight, and looked in.
Unexpectedly, a dazzling light suddenly flashed on the opposite side.
I instinctively blocked it with my hands, but I lost my balance and fell down.
At that moment, all the pores in my body opened, and I could even feel the direction of the blood flowing in my body.
There is no shelter in the tomb.
If you fall directly on the protruding rocks, you will have to lie down for half a year.
I tried my best to hold on to the rope lock around my waist, but unfortunately I fell too fast.
I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my right hand and could not stop myself.
At the moment when I was almost desperate, I suddenly flew out, and a huge pain in my waist and abdomen almost cut me in two.
I reacted for two seconds and then realized that the people who saved me were Fatty and Shiry Yang.
They pulled the other end of the rope in time and balanced my rapid fall with their weight.
"Damn it, you jumped all the time."
The fat man wished he could hang on the rope with sweat all over his forehead.
"I'm scared to death."
I unlocked the lock and slowly slid it off, and said with lingering fear: "There was light on the other side, and I was glanced at
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