Tian Sanjiu's artillery worker, whose real name is Ji Lianhai, just happened to be the same as the one on TV. Those who have seen him in the industry are called Lao Ji, Master Jian, Lao Hai. He is in the artillery work of artillery work, and he has a very high seniority.

We bought a cutting gun cylinder from an auto repair shop in the county town. When I came back, I asked him: "Master Programmer, you came here last night. What was the big bag you brought with you? I think you were very careful with it."

"What? The young man is curious?"

Because both sides joined forces, he didn't hide it from me and said directly: "I brought four explosives in my bag. How can I do it if I accidentally add it? Especially the oil bottle (nitroglycerin), which is unstable and afraid of touching it. Once the force is too strong, hehe..."

He grinned and pointed to the roof: "Then this area of ​​a hundred miles will be blown away, which is much more powerful than the cannon you play."

This old man...

The fire detonator we regard as the trump card became a cannon in his mouth.

Luojiashan did a big job two years ago, and his status in the industry suddenly became popular. In fact, it was mainly due to Tian Sanjiu and Lao Ji, the artillery worker. The locals must have heard of what I said. They were not caught.

Xuzhou, Shuanggudui, Yaoji Town, the tomb of a certain king of Xia Pi State, and an adjacent group of ancient tombs of the Western Jin Dynasty. At that time, a group of people dug for four months and dug tunnels from the convenience store. Just a week before they succeeded, Tian Sanjiu learned about this.

These wild paths were dug for four months, but unexpectedly, they were quietly intercepted by Luojiashan.

It took me three hours to blast through the tomb roof by tying blasting and entering the main tomb chamber.

A few days later, the group dug tunnels and entered through the side wall of the tomb. At that time, there was water accumulation in the tomb. They used a water pump to pump water, but no matter how they looked, they could not find valuable burial items, so they picked up some rags and sold them for tens of thousands of yuan.

So the group began to suspicion of each other, "Is he so badly he was eating? Did that person secretly take all the funeral objects?"

After an internal strife, the relevant departments were killed.

Because it is a monarch-level tomb and the robbery holes are new, the police determined that they sold the cultural relics to other places.

It's so fucking wronged. It's almost eleven years ago, and several people are still renovating it.

Luo Jiashan has done a lot of jobs like this, such as intercepting the rude and eating the rude. She gradually gained fame and rose to Huiguan status. In addition, she can also shrink her bones and beauties. Like the Royal Sister, she gradually became a big shot among the young people who have just entered the industry and the dream lover.

What is this called?

This is called "behind every successful woman, there is a man who is willing to give silently for her."

Having said that, Tian Sanjiu was bold and meticulous in his work, and he acted decisively. That night we put on our diving suits and dived from Guizai Ridge again.

A full can of oxygen and acetylene is very heavy, and there is still buoyancy underwater. Most people cannot walk with them, let alone diving.

But red eyes are not ordinary people. Although his brain is broken, his predecessor was from the southern branch of the Hainanese. He followed the Chaoshan people named Huang to catch ancient shipwrecks. He was born with a good nature.

Red eyes tied the oxygen cylinder and acetylene with ropes, and carried a headlight behind him. Under the water, he swam as fast as a fish.

"Puff! Puff!" A sound of water breaking,

Several people surfaced one after another.

Tian Sanjiu took off the mask on his face, wiped his face, and looked at the underground cave in front of him curiously.

Everyone climbed ashore one after another. Lao Jian looked around and sighed, "I didn't expect that there is such a unique world."

"This is wherever you go."

Dou Yazai said: "Have you ever seen the four-eyed god in the Qing Dynasty? I feel dizzy when I look at it. Also, have you seen the dirty bucket?"

"Don't talk nonsense," I frowned and said, "Tianbatou, have you seen the reflective sign on the wall? That's the mark we left last time. There are a few places that are very difficult to walk on and very slippery, so be careful."

Tian Sanjiu waved his hand, "Of course, you lead the way, let's follow."

I nodded and led the way with Brother Yu to walk ahead.

Red eyes are already taller, wider than Brother Yu. He carried oxygen acetylene on a rope, and it was so much higher, just like a fool.

He didn't look at him when he walked, and often he got stuck as he walked, with a clang sound.

At this time, Douyazai hurried over and said, "Damn, Brother Yan, you are so awesome. These two bottles are 200 kilograms, right? Are you not tired?"

Hong's eyes didn't say anything, glared and pushed Douyazai down and continued to walk.

Douyazi stood up and muttered to me: "Look at him, he must have been reincarnated in his previous life, Erlangzi."

Reflective road signs played a big role, we had clear goals and made rapid progress.

When I walked to the stalactite column, I stopped and looked around carefully with a flashlight. It was empty and there was only a layer of gravel on the ground.

That's right, in the photo I washed out, the fat white face was in this position.

"Young man, what are you doing with hiding there?" asked the old trick.

I slowly poked my head out, tilted my head, and made my neck droop.

"right!"

Douyazi clapped his hands and said, "That's it! It's the same!"

Xiaoxuan said, "Oh, it's so scary, Yunfeng, what are you doing?"

This pillar is less than five meters away from the underground river on the left, because the water is very clear and can illuminate the face. I wonder if there is any problem with light refraction? I can't figure it out...

When I arrived at the deep pit, Brother Yu built a bridge with a rope dart. He grabbed the rope and climbed over it. When he grabbed the rope, he pressed it very bending. I was so frightened that I saw it.

A few hours later, we found the place.

There are also traces left by our last fire on the ground. I saw that the wooden boards supporting the thieves had been squeezed and deformed by white mud.

"This is the land...is here?"

Zhang Tou's face was solemn, nodded and said, "That's right, Tian Ba ​​Tou, look at the conical head behind him, you can basically conclude that it is a large tomb from the Spring and Autumn Period."

Tian Sanjiu used a flashlight to shoot under the pit and asked, "How deep has it been."

He answered with his head: "About 11 meters."

"The initiation replaced by the accumulation of stone layers?"

Nod your head.

"White slurry and stone accumulation layer...I have never seen this combination. At present, this gap cannot hold on. If we click the cannon below, it is likely to collapse."

"Mystery, you go down and get ten lock nails here."

"Lock nails" are two iron nails, and a thin steel wire is connected in the middle. After nailing, the steel wire will collapse and tighten, which will serve as a reinforcement.

"Strange... If it were Mr. Chen Hu from the State of Chen, how could he be moved here? This is not a Feng Shui treasure land." Tian Sanjiu murmured from time to time.

"I should be able to get off my head. Throw the rope down. I'll go down and take a look first, and wait and get the cutting gun and the gas cylinder down."

Tian Sanjiu nodded, "Go down, be careful."

"Tian Batou, what are you thinking?" Batou asked him.

"Wang Bartou, do you feel that way?"

"I believe you have it, too?"

He left his head silent.

The two of them spoke halfway, but I didn't understand what it meant.

After going down, we crawled through the Homohiro and saw the second gate this time.

Many people don’t know that there were alloys in the Warring States Period, mainly bronze alloys. If it weren’t for alloys, they would have been left in places with such high humidity for thousands of years and would have been rotten into slag.

We stood in a small space, with a layer of rust on the surface of the bronze wall.

This thick layer of red spots and green embroidery is like a reminder that it has stood here for thousands of years.

Just like a soldier, who crosses the long river of time and always protects a certain tomb owner.

If this bronze wall can be taken out and towed away with a large cart, it will be a great cultural relic, but I don’t know who will collect it.

The planner turned on the headlight. He lay on the bronze wall, tapped his fingers at different positions for more than a dozen times, and listened with his ears.

"How is it, old plan."

Take out the pair of sunglasses from your pocket.
Chapter completed!