When Zhao Lianer said this, everyone was stunned.

"When Emperor Qin Shi unified the six kingdoms, he was extremely glorious and unstoppable. The millions of Qin troops were so arrogant and fearless."

Lu Wushuang sighed quite emotionally: "But only three years from the death of Qin Shihuang to the demise of the Qin Dynasty. How come the powerful Qin army is left with a temporary labor force, less than 200,000 people. So where did the remaining Qin army go? This has actually always been the biggest direction for some Qin historians to study today."

"Are they all taken here by Xu Fu and buried together?"

“This is impossible.”

She shook her head: "Hold hundreds of thousands of soldiers to be buried in the South China Sea fairyland. Even if Xu Fu is willing, the First Emperor will not agree."

"But if he had one, he would bring hundreds of thousands of troops to flatten the fairyland of the South China Sea and find the elixir of immortality for the First Emperor?"

Lu Fan said lightly: "The resentment of hundreds of thousands of generals being buried is enough to reach the sky and the earth, forming an extremely terrifying force."

"If this power is used, I'm afraid even the strongest person in the world will not be Xu Fu's opponent, right?"

"It seems there is a stone cemetery ahead."

"Go and have a look."

Without giving others time to react, Lu Fan walked forward.

Sure enough, after following Lu Fan's pace for a while, everyone suddenly discovered that there were 24 pillars not far ahead!

These pillars are very thick, looking like they are cast in gold or cooked copper, and they exud an indescribable solemn aura throughout.

"What is this?" Everyone was stunned when they saw these 24 golden pillars.

Lu Fan also had a solemn look on his face. This golden pillar reminded him of his experience at the Baliu Station in Tokyo, Japan.

At this moment, a gloomy and sarcastic voice sounded in the military camp of the flat horse. "This is the twelve golden men! Finally found by me, these are the twelve golden men! The twelve golden men cast by our ancestors for the First Emperor! The magical artifact of the country!"

The ghostly voice came from all directions of the military camp, and the ghostly aura was as thick as fog.

"Who?"

In such an environment, when you suddenly hear such a sound, everyone was startled and then looked around with a vigilant look.

Lu Fan was not disturbed, but he looked up at the twelve ancient golden men.

Yes, these 24 towering pillars are actually the legs of twelve golden men.

According to historical records, after Qin Shihuang unified the six kingdoms, he collected twelve large bronze statues made by the soldiers of the world to prevent the people from resisting.

Each golden man is at least 5 meters tall, which is more than 15 meters tall.

It's like 12 buildings, towering on the plain, giving people a feeling of being upright.

It also seemed like mountains suddenly stood up, supporting the blue sky and the earth subsided.

A stream of obscure and vast power emanates, making people almost breathless.

Song Jianqiu, Lu Wushuang and others were simply looking up to him, and they had the urge to worship him.

"The Twelve Golden Men, the important national weapon created by Emperor First Emperor! Sweeping across the six kingdoms!" Zhao Lian'er said tremblingly.

Lu Fan's state of mind was never disturbed, and his attention was always placed on the runes carved on the huge legs of the golden man.

The dense runes, one after another, were arranged into endless formations.
Chapter completed!