Chapter 3 No way to fuck your uncle! Added for @summeryy
The walk down along the bronze man clock is very smooth with almost no obstacles. It seems that this is indeed a shortcut specially left for future generations who come to resurrect Qin Shihuang.
Of course, with today's technology, it is very easy to use violent means to open the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin. If nothing else, just send a few urban management personnel with experience in demolition to turn the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin upside down in minutes. But the state
It makes sense to protect the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin. If the cultural relics inside are not properly protected, the portraits will lose their luster when exposed to the air, the silk will instantly turn to powder, and the pottery will absorb water or expand when exposed to heat and burst, and it will be too late to even cry.
Already.
Now Chen Ziqi, relying on the treasure in his hand, forced his way into Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, bringing in a lot of air. It is unknown how many national treasure-level cultural relics will be destroyed as a result. Thinking about it makes people beat their chests.
Although the road was smooth, we were moving very slowly. After crawling through five holes, we reached the last section. I made a gesture to spread out, and everyone pressed against the wall of the clock, quietly touching forward.
The smell from the ground has come up now. Mixed with the copper smell from the inside of the bronze bell that has been buried underground for thousands of years, it is already very unpleasant. However, after testing with instruments, we determined that the smell does not contain mercury.
The steam made me feel more at ease.
Being cautious about sailing the ship for thousands of years, we each put on lightweight gas masks and tried the radio communication device in the masks to make sure there was no problem.
I turned off the flashlight first, told others not to make any sound, and then drilled out through the hole in the head of the last bronze bell. In the dark, I took out the pickup from my backpack, put on the headphones, and slowly moved the sound collector from left to
I turned half a circle to the right and listened carefully for any suspicious sounds. With this device, all voices and footsteps within 100 meters can be picked up by my ears as they are, as long as there are not many obstacles in between.
Only after I was sure that I couldn't hear anyone's voice did I dare to put my hand into the hole in the head of the big bronze clock, flash the flashlight, and signal the remaining people to come out.
When the last person jumped out, I naturally stepped aside. Suddenly my feet were empty. Fortunately, the guy next to me codenamed Suzaku had quick eyesight and caught me, otherwise he would have thrown me down. I was just stunned.
When I shined my flashlight, I realized that where we were at the moment was actually the top of a high wall.
One side of this high wall is an earth wall, and the distance between it and the dome above is almost three meters. I bent down and touched it. Judging from the hardness and building materials, this should be the same as the one around the imperial mausoleum.
Waterproof dam.
Sima Qian said in "Historical Records" that the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang "pierced through three springs", which literally means that it penetrated three layers of groundwater. In this way, in order to prevent groundwater from invading the tomb, the waterproof dam is a very necessary project. It is said that the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang
The construction of waterproof dams also changed the direction of underground rivers.
On the other hand, according to the geological survey report in Xi'an, the depth under the three layers of groundwater is about 90 meters to 120 meters. Documents record that the initial height of the mound above Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum was 50 feet, which is 115 meters. According to
For the mainstream method of building tombs during the Warring States Period - the "Water Mirror Method" which is symmetrical above and below the ground level, the depth below the ground level is about the same as the height of the earth mound, which is also about 100 meters. In this way, it is similar to the "Through Three Springs" method.
"The depth calculated by the statement is basically consistent.
Everyone, please don’t tell me: What? The deepest part of Qin Shihuang’s Mausoleum is only more than 100 meters underground? Isn’t this too incompetent? Sorry, I am not writing a weird and magnificent fantasy tomb robbery novel. There are all kinds of things in that kind of book.
There are all kinds of weird things. An unmarked tomb can be bigger than the earth. I don’t want to fool you with such nonsense. You can think about it, what is the concept of more than 100 meters? The floor height of ordinary residential buildings is generally 2.8 meters, 100 meters.
Domestic meters is equivalent to the height of a 40-storey residential building!
Let’s get back to the subject. After we passed through the passage of the Twelve Bronze Bells, the vertical distance was about 30 meters. In other words, there was still a distance of about 7 or 80 meters from where we were to the bottom of the tomb.
We turned on the flashlight and shined it downwards. It was bottomless. The endless darkness here swallowed up the light of the flashlight wantonly. In this complete darkness, even the night vision device was helpless. It's a pity that we couldn't get hid.
Super strong light hernia flashlight. All I can do now is cling to the earth wall on the left and groping forward.
The question now is, how can we safely descend from this waterproof dam that is more than one meter wide and has a mind-numbing height?
The air underground was extremely dry. I took out some water, took a few sips, and asked softly, "Whose rock climbing tools are there?"
The person next to me, codenamed White Tiger, had just finished drinking water. After hearing what I said, he immediately responded, but then said: "Do you want to use a slow-down rope to go down? But the slow-down rope is only 30 meters long. Didn't you just say that this wall is 80 meters long?"
How tall is it?”
I nodded and said: "Yes. But don't forget, this wall is a waterproof dam. If it is a straight up and down structure, it will be difficult to withstand the water pressure from outside. So..."
Xuanwu answered: "So this wall is probably stepped."
"Yes, it's like a hydroelectric dam built on a river. The side facing the water is straight up and down, and the side not facing the water is stepped," I responded, "in order to increase the dam's ability to withstand water pressure.
.Of course, this is just speculation."
After hearing this, Bai Hu took out the climbing rope and was about to walk forward. I asked him, "Why are you going?"
"Find a place where you can hang the rope." Bai Hu replied.
That's right, everyone, don't think that as soon as you enter the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, you will find treasures all over the ground. I can responsibly say that there will definitely be treasures, but on this waterproof dam, there is not even a bronze.
Bong.
When the main body of the tomb was completed, Qin Shihuang had already hung up the ball. Later, the craftsmen were locked in the tomb and could not get out. Who had the leisure to put anything on the dam?
I shook my head and said, "Don't bother. In order to maintain the integrity of this dam, there won't even be a hole. Where to hang the rope? There is a place where you can hang it, which is the hole we drilled. Just tie it horizontally inside
One thing, just tie the rope to that thing and that's it."
Bai Hu said: "The hole is about one meter wide. What can fit inside?"
I pointed at the oversized backpack Xuanwu was carrying and said, "That one will do."
"That one? Is it okay to keep that one here?" Bai Hu stared at me and asked.
I raised my eyebrows and asked, "What did you say before you came in?"
Baihu heard what I said and didn't say much, so he asked Xuanwu to do as I said. The buckle of the slow-down rope was hung on the strap of the backpack and handed to Xuanwu.
I took the rope and said, "I'll get off first."
Xuanwu strongly disagreed. I know what he was thinking. If the rope is not enough to reach the next step, or the wall has no steps, then the first person to go down will fall to death. Compared with the hand-held dragon
Damn it, Chen Ziqi, we bastards are really miserable.
I didn't let go, I just glanced at Xuanwu lightly.
Xuanwu sighed and said to me: "Qinglong, don't you think it's strange? It's so smooth to get in this way. A place like Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum shouldn't be difficult to get in? Otherwise..."
I waved my hand and said, "What is Chen Ziqi doing here?"
"Resurrection of Qin Shihuang."
"Yeah. Think about it, if I go to your house to steal something, then I may have to work hard to break in through the doors and windows. But if you let me go to your house to deliver something to you, shouldn't you open the door?
Will you welcome me in?" I said this, holding on to the slow-down rope, and said, "Chen Ziqi has Qin Shihuang's secret order from thousands of years ago, so of course the journey will be smooth. Even so, I still think the earthquake just now was too public.
Well. Since he has a pass and we follow him, there will be no difficulty. But now we are several positions behind, and if we don't catch up, it will be too late. So, there is no need to fight, I will go down. If there is no problem
, I shake the rope twice. If there is a problem, I shake the rope and you just pull me up."
With that said, I buckled the safety belt of the slow-down rope around my waist, moved to the edge of the high wall, took two deep breaths, slowly kicked out my feet, and slid down the rope.
The speed of descent was very fast. When the 30-meter rope came to an end, my whole body was shaken by the safety belt, but my feet had not yet touched the ground. At this time, I felt scared, and I quickly raised my flashlight to look at it, and I couldn't help but gasp.
Cool air...
More than two meters below, it was filled with bones.
These are the craftsmen who were sealed in the tomb. In desperation, they actually built a human wall with people on their backs. Although they have turned into skeletons, their original desire to survive is still the same as that of their family members.
Although they are looking forward to it, they still keep trying to climb up.
Looking at these withered bones, I felt infinite emotion in my heart. As small as this tomb, as large as the entire history of the country, they are all made of bones again and again. Since Qin Shihuang established the supreme and authoritarian system, how many people have
The bullied kind-hearted people, under layer after layer of unattainable and strict bureaucracy, in the dark abyss of the bottom, under heavy exploitation and pressure, struggle hard to find a little happiness of their own.
What is the essential difference between them and these craftsmen who struggled hard and finally turned into bones?
This metaphor may not be appropriate, but I think about the thousands of years of glorious feudal history, the countless glorious dynasties and the so-called wise kings and saints with great talents and great strategies, who have left outstanding achievements in books, just like the world-famous Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang
, standing still. But who knows that the people at the bottom of the feudal dynasty have never truly shared the so-called "brilliance". They are just like these tomb-building craftsmen who want to live, people step on others.
, people eat people, exhaust their calculations, and what they get in the end is just a little bit of insignificant reward. And the so-called dreams of my youth are exhausted bit by bit in such a mediocre life of struggling to survive, and in the end I have no choice.
The earth turned into withered bones, buried under the abyss.
But those people standing on the unattainable cliffs enjoy the wealth that these poor people have worked hard to create, and at the same time watch them struggling in the abyss, smiling and enjoying it.
Under the tyranny of Qin Shihuang, the gap between the rich and the poor and the terror of unlimited power left behind the Great Wall and the Terracotta Warriors. Maybe we can still be proud of these things, but behind these things, there are so many sad events that deserve
Do we remember? I have not forgotten Meng Jiangnu who cried down the Great Wall; nor will I forget, in the story about Kangcheng told by Mr. Yu, those who ate some "dragon fish meat" to satisfy their hunger, but were jealous of the greedy Qin Dynasty
Evil officials, people who are brought to death.
Thinking of this, looking at the bones of me, there is no fear in my heart, only one thought:
If Chen Ziqi wants to resurrect Qin Shihuang, the eternal tyrant, no matter what his purpose is, and no matter what disturbance this tyrant will cause after his resurrection, this tyrant himself is a representative of a terrible will and evil era. If he wants to be resurrected, I