The first gate of the Vajra Gate is made of Sihetu or Wuhetu, which may be mixed with yellow mud, rice juice, animal blood, etc. Its strength is no weaker than today's reinforced concrete.
There is a narrow space one and a half meters wide between the first and second lanes, and we squeeze in here.
According to detection, there is also this kind of space between the dozens of dragon-breaking stone gates in the Qianling Mausoleum, but the latter is watered with small stones and molten iron. Some people have predicted that it would take 30 years to open the Qianling Mausoleum without damaging it.
Two excavators work at the same time, non-stop, for five years.
Brother Yu scraped the two doors with a shovel, leaving only a white mark.
"Boss, do you think this is bronze alloy? This rust, although the surface is pitted like toad skin, I guess it is very thick and sealed. How can we get in?"
He turned on his headlight a little brighter, looked at it carefully, shook his head and said, "It seems that I haven't thought about opening this door since the day it was delivered. Even the diamond needle and cannon needle can't open it. It's very difficult..."
He glanced at the ground, frowned and thought for a while, then said: "At present, we can only use the old method of digging horizontal wells."
I glanced at Douyazai and saw that his hands were constantly groping on the wall, and I asked what are you doing.
Douyazai turned around and said: "Look for a mechanism. Maybe there is a place where I can press down. As soon as I press down, the iron wall will open."
I ignored Dou Sprout. This is the Vajra Gate to prevent tomb robbers from coming in. How could you leave something like that behind?
If this were Hu Cemetery during the Warring States Period, it would be equivalent to the tomb owner setting up seven safes and locking himself in the innermost one.
The first wall is made of composite soil, and the second wall is made of bronze alloy. And I guess that the material of this door is similar to that of the King of Yue Sword, and other things are added to it, so it is not completely ruined.
Two hours later.
Brother Yu threw up the shovel and said, sweating profusely: "No, move your head. The ground is full of stone foundations. It's so densely packed that it's impossible to dig the top, and it's easy to collapse."
Dou Sprouts came up with his head covered with soil, coughed and said, "No! I can't dig, and I don't dare to dig anymore! The foundation will collapse while we are digging!"
Digging a horizontal well underground couldn't get in. Brother Yu took a deep breath and said: "Get the head, how about... how about we install three sets of detonators?"
"no."
He put a headlamp on his head, looked up at the roof of the cave and said: "There are thousands of tons of rubble above our heads, and the detonator is too powerful. I'm afraid that the entire roof of the tomb will fall off. If there are professional veterans, maybe we can try it, but
If we are not good enough, we might bury ourselves."
What you said is the truth.
Being the boss doesn't mean everything, and you can't do everything in a team. As I said before, many tomb robbers like to use explosives, but we use them less.
In the past, the prime time for tomb robbing was around the Chinese New Year. Firstly, at this time, everyone changed into new clothes to visit relatives, and no one went to the mountains and fields. Secondly, on the New Year's Eve, the cannons would be set off all night long. At this time, the cannons were fired.
Using explosives to cover up the sound will not be discovered. (There are many now.)
The so-called "veteran" in the boss's words refers to people with rich blasting experience, such as the second brother Sun Lao and Tian Sanjiu, the old man who watered the garden in the team.
Although such people do not have a blasting certificate, believe it or not, they point out where to blow, how big a hole should be blown, whether to use a detonator or a gunpowder bag, whether to drill holes, and whether the cannon will collapse after being fired. This can only be determined by years of experience.
Accumulation of experience.
In the absence of such experience, especially in tombs, do not fire cannons unless absolutely necessary.
He might even blow up to death in the next second.
In 2002, in Zhengding, Hebei, a group of tomb robbers set off cannons and the tomb collapsed. Except for one of the attackers, everyone else died, and it even made the news.
The owner of the tomb did not leave a way out for himself, nor did he leave a way out for the living. Unless we know how to penetrate walls and can pass through seven doors in a row, otherwise...
He put his head in thought for a long time and asked me: "Yunfeng, look at your phone, what is the date today?"
"Don't you have your cell phone with you?"
The reason why I ask this is because since I came down, I have asked the time at least five times.
He suddenly glanced at Ah Chun, and said meaningfully: "I can't take it with me, so take a quick look."
"good."
After I looked at the calendar, I felt a little unhappy.
"It's 8:30 pm up there now. Judging from the day we came down, it will be the sixth day after 12 o'clock tonight..."
"It's been six days..."
He made a decisive decision and said: "This second door has stopped us, not to mention that there may be more behind it. So far we have not found any inscriptions. Whether it is Hu Cemetery or not, it is in the main tomb in the center of the Warring States Tomb."
, there must be a secret hidden there.”
"Junior brother is coming back from the hospital soon. Let's leave first. If that doesn't work, ask Tian Sanjiu to borrow his gunnery and make an appointment for the gunnery time."
"ah?"
Dou Sprout was stunned and blurted out: "A date? With that old man who was watering the ground in Binta? Who made a date with him?" Dou Sprout looked at me.
At first, I was in a bad mood, nervous and tired, but in the end, I was all amused by Dou Sprout's words. Everyone looked at him, and Dou Sprout was embarrassed and scratched his head with a smile.
There was no danger when we went up, and we almost had an accident. The hole we isolated with wooden boards deformed, and white mud began to gradually pour into the middle.
The same goes for the stone layer. A lot of dust fell off. Fortunately, I used three shovels to push it up and got a head of mud.
"Ahem." The old man climbed up and panted and ordered: "Douya, go and untie the rope. Wen Bin, you put up the reflective signs. You must put them up on the way back."
"Yunfeng, please take stock of your things and don't pull anything away."
"good."
We left a mark here at Robber Cave and then returned the way we came.
Brother Yu will find a place to put a reflective sign on the wall every 100 meters. This kind of reflective sign is very conspicuous in a dark light environment. If we come down in a few days, we can directly follow these reflective signs in one day.
Find it.
I like to use this trick on my head, and it is really easy to use, just like the little white flag in the desert.
I was walking on gravel, and I was walking at the end of the queue. Suddenly Dou Sprout came over and said, "Hey, Fengzi, let me ask you something."
"What?"
Dou Yazi rolled his eyes, secretly took something out of his pocket, and said, "I picked this up in the cave the day before yesterday. See if it's worth tens of thousands."
When I saw it, Douyazai was holding a copper coin, which was Guangxu Tongbao.
Dou Sprout said that this was the dirty bucket he picked up under the iron bucket after we removed it that day.
"What's wrong? How much is it worth?"
"You can keep it, you can get a villa." I said casually.
"real?"
Douyazai stared and said: "How many square meters can I exchange for a villa?"
"If you change the villa that ants live in, it can be sold for fifty cents."
“Fifty cents??”
I said yes.
I didn’t lie to him. At that time, Guangxu Tongbao was indeed three for one dollar, and two for one dollar if it was in good condition. I collected several hundred from Mohe and sold them in Beijing. I sold them for more than two hundred in total at Baoguo Temple.
dollars.
Dou Sprout was a little disappointed, but based on the principle that he could buy two steamed buns with only fifty cents, he still put the copper coins in his pocket.
If it were me, I would probably just throw it away.
The cave was dark and the light was poor. I only discovered it accidentally later.
