Xiaoxuan, who was outside, heard the shouting and unscrewed the gas cylinder.
The gas belt was brought in from the side shaft, and Master Ji pulled it out and unscrewed the cutting gun valve.
Just listen to the "sizzling" sound.
He took out his lighter and lit it, and with a bang, it started a fire.
After twisting the valve a few times by hand, the fire flow of the cutting gun changed from yellow to blue and converged into a line.
Buzzing, the sound is very loud.
After finding the correct position, the old man started cutting with a musket. His hand was very steady, and the powerful thermal cutting gun quickly melted the surface of the bronze wall. The flame rushed down bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye. .??.
On the bronze wall, a small door shape was drawn on stone, and he cut it according to this pattern.
Because it is too thick, even with a cutting gun, it cannot be cut all the way through at once, so it can only be broken down.
"Open it up."
After hearing this, I shouted loudly: "Xiaoxuan! Turn it up!"
"Wow!"
The sparks kept falling, and after more than half an hour, a small door appeared on the bronze wall.
In modern society, we have cutting guns, but if we put them in ancient times, they would be a real iron and steel wall. No matter how powerful the tomb robbers were, they would not be able to get in.
There was a lot of smoke here, and sparks kept falling down. The sooty people kept coughing, holding their heads close to each other, and wiping their faces from time to time.
Master Ji was wearing sunglasses, and sweat was constantly flowing down his forehead. The sweat flowed to his chin and dripped to the ground.
His hands were very steady and he kept his posture motionless.
No one dared to speak, everyone was nervous, and the surrounding suddenly became audibly quiet.
After a while, Master Ji withdrew his cutting gun, wiped the sweat from his face and said, "It's almost done, let's give it a try."
"Hey, let me count to three and let's work together." Brother Yu looked at the red eyes.
Maybe it was because of the previous estrangement, but this was the first time I saw him talking to each other after coming down.
The red eyes looked at Brother Yu meaningfully and grinned, showing his white teeth.
"one."
"two."
"three."
"kick!"
The two of them exerted force at the same time, took off their feet at the same time, and landed at the same time.
He kicked the small door hard!
Just hear a bang!
"kick!"
"kick!"
"Kick again!"
Bang bang, the force of the shock made them take a step back every time, and kicked them more than twenty times in a row. Brother Yu gasped and asked: "Fuck, why are you so hard? Are you?" It’s not like we haven’t cut it to the end yet.”
Master Ji immediately shook his head and said: "No, you have to believe that my craftsmanship is indeed done to the end."
"Then why can't you kick him away?"
"Maybe." Master Ji thought for a while and said, "Maybe there is some connection. After all, this copper wall is too old."
As soon as the old man finished speaking, he saw red eyes and took a few steps back to the corner.
He zipped up his clothes, suddenly shouted "Ah", ran forward and bumped into him with his shoulder!
"Bang!"
There is a lot of copper rust dust on the diamond wall, which falls down like rain.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The red eyes are like going crazy, hitting the wall crazily!
For a moment, I felt like there was an earthquake. Brother Yu frowned when he saw him like this.
"Tianbao!"
"Tianbao!" Tian Sanjiu called him loudly.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Suddenly, I just heard a "bang!"
The small door on the King Kong wall fell through and hit the opposite space.
Seeing that such thick bronze revealed a hole that could be penetrated, I swallowed, touched Brother Yu with my elbow, and whispered: "That's too strong, Brother Yu, how did you get him down last time?"
Down?"
Brother Yu whispered to me: "Did you see it? This is called two ratios."
The red eyes seemed to hear it, and he turned back to look at Brother Yu.
Brother Yu whistled and pretended not to say anything.
He looked at me again.
I also started whistling.
"Okay, we should be able to get through it," Master Ji took a flashlight and looked at it and said, "No problem, I drilled it."
A few minutes later, a flashlight called, and Master Ji shouted: "Damn it, come here and take a look, this is still a fucking wall."
Go over and take a look.
It can be called a door or a wall. It is less than three meters high and has the shape of an arch bridge. It is all sealed with bluestone strips. Even the ones we step on are bluestone strips.
This style is very similar to the shape of the diamond wall in the Wanli Tomb, but that one is made of bricks and this one is made of wood.
Why is it said to be wood? Because we can tell it when we touch it with our hands. What comes across is the feel of solid wood.
There was a thick layer of dust on the arch, and it left traces when I gently swiped it with my hand.
The surface of the wood is dark yellow and feels a little slippery to the touch, as if it has been coated with wax.
Tian Sanjiu is definitely well-informed. Even when he saw it, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "These wooden walls should have been painted with tung oil, otherwise, they wouldn't be preserved today."
"Da da."
Dou Sprout reached out and knocked it, then turned around and asked, "What kind of wood is this? It's also been brushed with oil, and it looks quite strong."
"It's iron wood." Tian Sanjiu said with a cold face.
"Tiehua wood? What kind of wood?" Dou Sprout asked.
I felt it looked similar at first, but I didn't dare to say it out loud for fear of saying something wrong.
We have this kind of wood in the Northeast. It is very hard and cannot be chopped with a knife or an axe. It is said to be a hundred times harder than elm and twice harder than steel. It will not rot no matter how many years it is soaked in water.
. ??
I used to have a classmate who made this kind of wood at his house. I have seen foreigners go to his house to collect it and make it into wooden stoppers for high-end red wine.
Ironwood was only introduced and planted in large quantities in the past 100 years. It was also grown in the wild before, but rarely. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, this wood was used to make swords, called "elephant swords". It can easily break the same type of pig iron swords and bronze swords.
sword.
Douyazai said: "Master Ji, what should we do? This wooden wall is made of wood. Why don't you cut it open?"
"No, it will go astray."
"Also, I'm afraid the acetylene may not be enough."
"What if we burn it?" I asked.
Master Ji still shook his head and said, "It can't be lit. The wood won't burn."
At this time, the man who had been silent suddenly said: "Although this thing is harder than bronze, there are flaws. You can find it if you are careful."
"Look."
He stepped forward, groped with his hands and said, "Even in ancient times, there was no such a big iron tree. It is so wide. It must be made of several pieces of wood."
"Right here."
"This is the seam."
I wiped the dust off my head, put my hand on a spot on the wooden door and said.
Master Ji suddenly realized: "I almost forgot! Tianbao, you have an electric drill in your bag, give it to me."
It's a joke, this is my first time to rob a tomb with a gas cutter and an electric drill. If you don't know, you would have thought that we were a contractor team doing interior decoration and plumbing.
After blowing away the dust, Master Ji used an electric drill to remove the layer of tung oil on the surface, and then There is a gap clearly exposed where the head points, and it can be seen that this arched wooden wall is indeed made up of several thick large wooden boards.
The wood is so tight that even a piece of paper can't fit into the seam.
At first, the electric drill slipped and could not go down. Master Ji pressed the drill with both hands for a long time before he drilled a small hole into the crack.
No matter who it was, the owner of the tomb took great pains not to be disturbed.
It was so hard that the iron got into it. It took a lot of effort to drill out a small hole, which was as big as half a little finger.
"Old Ji, are you planning to light the cannon?" Tian Sanjiu asked.
He was busy without replying, wiped his sweat, and drilled three small holes along the seam. Each hole was not deep, just as deep as a little finger.
The four eyes are a certain distance apart from each other and are connected in a row.
"From now on, no one of you is talking, I can't be distracted."
After saying that, Master Ji took out an iron box from his bag, which was locked.
He opened the lock and carefully took out a brown glass bottle. I saw that there was a "Cough Syrup" sticker on the glass bottle.
This bottle is the advertisement often shown on TV, in which a leopard chases a beautiful woman in a skirt.
"Why are you chasing me? I need syrup urgently," that's it.
However, this bottle is not filled with emergency syrup, but a bottle full of potent nitroglycerin explosive.
Just this small bottle, if Master Ji's hand slipped and fell to the ground, would be enough to send everyone present away.
There is no need to bury him, because this is a ready-made tomb.
No one dared to express their anger, for fear of affecting him or for fear that his hands would slip.
Carefully unscrewing the bottle cap, Master Ji held the syrup bottle steady with one hand, reached into his arms with the other hand, and took out a small bag of something.
He bit it with his teeth and tore it apart. It turned out to be a condom.
"Pooh."
After spitting out the packaging bag, Master Ji bit one end and blew in two breaths.
After blowing up the condom a little, Master Ji swung it twice, turning the thing into a long strip.
Then, he opened the mouth with his thumb and forefinger, picked up the syrup bottle, and poured it into it little by little.
The liquid slowly flows in, causing the end of the balloon to slowly bulge into a small package.
I do not know how it is.
As I looked at the bulging bag, I always wanted to take a toothpick and prick it.