Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Moat

After landing for a few minutes, I was completely dazed. I still didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t know whether I was dead or not. Then a spicy liquid sprayed out from my throat and flowed back into the intake pipe. I couldn’t stop Coughing, blood spurting from my nose and down my chin. It took me half a cigarette to slow down, and the feeling returned to my body bit by bit. I sat up tremblingly, the surroundings were pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. I touched the ground, and it was all dry. The bottom of this moat is dry. Fortunately, these stones are still flat, otherwise I would have died if I didn't fall.

The gas mask was cracked, and one of the lenses was broken. I touched it and found that the entire gas mask was sunken in. I touched the front again and found a sharp stone where my face fell. It seems to be thanks to this The protection of the mask kept my face from falling, but at this moment, the gas mask was completely useless. I tore off the back buckle with great difficulty, and carefully unwrapped it from my face. Before I got it in my hand, the mask split into four pieces and I couldn't put it on any more. Without the mask, the smell of sulfur in the surrounding air became stronger, but after taking a few breaths, it seemed that there was no major discomfort. It seemed that what Pan Zi said about the poisonous gas here was not true, or the air quality under the moat was not good enough. Can.I cursed secretly, threw the mask on the ground, spit out the blood remaining in my mouth, and looked up.

The moat can be at least ten meters high, and the top is gray. I can only see the flashlights of the fat man and the others, paddling around, as if searching for me, and I can hear some screams, but I don’t know. Was it because of the fall? My ears were filled with the buzzing sound from the moment they landed just now, and I really couldn't tell what they were talking about. I tried to scream a few times, but as soon as I used my breath, a tearing pain spread from my chest to the surroundings, and my voice suddenly turned into a moan. I didn't know what I was talking about, or even Know if you have made a sound or not.

In order to let the fat man know that I am still alive, I picked up the gas mask that I had just thrown away, and hit the ground hard, making a "popping" sound.The sound was not loud, but at the bottom of the quiet moat, there was an echo bouncing off it, which was very ear-catching. After knocking for a while, suddenly a cold firework was thrown down from above and landed beside me. I dodged with a curse. Then, I saw a person's head poking out of the section of the bridge. The size seems to be fat. I crawled over, picked up the cold smoke and waved it at him, he saw it immediately and yelled, but I couldn't hear what he was talking about at all, so I had to make a few meaningless noises, the fat man shook his head He shrank back, and after a while, a rope was thrown from above, dangling to the bottom of the river bed, and the fat man began to climb down with the automatic rifle on his back.

More than a dozen meters is the height of the fourth and fifth floors. Whether it is high or short, the fat man slipped to the bottom all at once. He let go of the rope and pointed his gun around. Seeing that there was no movement, he ran over and squatted down. Asked: "Are you fucking okay?" I was hoarse and said weakly: "It's all right? Can you try to fall once?" The fat man saw that I could still make jokes, he breathed a sigh of relief, and whistled to the top. Immediately, Pan Zi and Shun Zi also climbed down from the top with their equipment on their backs. They helped me up, first helped me to a rock on the side, let me lean there, then asked Shunzi to hold me down, took out the medicine bag, and checked me.

When I saw the medical bag, I felt a little relieved, and said that fortunately I was well prepared. Pan Zi made sure that I hadn't broken a bone, so he took out some bandages, bandaged the relatively large wound for me, and then cursed: "Stop it!" Why are you still dancing? It's a big loss to you, otherwise how can I explain to the third master when you die?" When I heard this, I was furious, and cursed: "You are still talking about me, I was already in mid-air, and you just stopped, and his grandma didn't play the video tape, and she could rewind it--" I didn't finish.Suddenly there was a cramping pain in his chest, and he almost twisted up.

Pan Zi was taken aback when he saw it, and hurriedly held me down to keep me still. I gritted my teeth and wanted to scold him, but the pain was so bad that I couldn't even speak, so I could only pant there. The fat man handed me the water bottle and said, "But you are a fortune teller. At such a height, there are rocks below. Most people will never die or become disabled when they come down." I took the kettle, and thought that this should be called fate. It must be because I hit those two iron chains that I didn’t die. I don’t know if it’s luck or bad luck. I’ve been falling from heights recently. , and they can't die, it's really fatal.

After taking a few sips of water, the blood in his mouth was washed away, and his throat felt a little better. I asked him what it was just now. Pan Zi said that this time they saw it clearly, it must be a strange bird, and it was very big. Big, there is a person this tall, but it's a pity that he missed it, otherwise we can see what it is. The fat man said: "Fucking evil, the person I saw at Shinto just now may be this thing, a bird with a human head, it may be a kind of owl." Shunzi looked at the top and said, "Strange, those strange birds don't seem to fly down anymore."

I also looked at the top of my head, and sure enough, the invisible pressure just now had obviously disappeared, and nothing swooped down again. "Is there something strange here, they dare not come down?" Pan Zi was also a little hesitant, the fat man said: "Well, I'll look around first, if there might be a problem here, we'd better go up immediately, you stay here, Xiao Wu, take a rest first." I nodded, and Pan Zi said that I would go with you, and the two of them walked in two directions. Not long after, the fat man who was searching whistled at us, as if he had discovered something.

Pan Zi raised his gun horizontally and looked in Fatty's direction, only to see that Fatty had walked a long way along the bridge, and the flashlight was blurred. In the range of his flashlight, we saw a large black shadow behind him. There seemed to be a lot of people standing in the darkness in the distance, and the black shadows were intertwined and stretched, and it was impossible to count how many there were. We all stood on guard, Pan Zi clicked on the bolt, and Shun Zi pulled out the hunting knife.Pan Zi yelled at the fat man, "What's going on? What is it?" The fat man shouted over there: "You will know when you come and have a look."

Judging from what we felt on the bridge just now, the moat is nearly 60 meters wide, and it is very far-reaching vertically and horizontally.Compared with the absolute width of the river, the place where the fat man was standing was actually not far from us, but because of the thick darkness around us, we couldn't see clearly what his flashlight illuminated. However, judging from Fatty's tone, there seemed to be no danger there. Shunzi looked at me and asked if I could go, would you like to go and have a look?I nodded, he supported me and pulled me up, the three limped and walked towards the fat man's place. The bottom of the moat is full of uneven black stones, some of which are horrifying in size. It can be seen that when the repairs were made, it must have been a huge project. The large interlaced black shadows that the fat man took were just on the top. Under the piers of the stone bridge. After walking to the side of the fat man with difficulty, those shadows became clear. I walked closer, took the flashlight from the fat man's hand, and took a picture, only then did I see what it was. Where Fatty stood, there was a fault in the riverbed. Below the fault was a ditch about 1 meter deep. The ditch was about 20 meters wide. There were countless black life-high ancient figurines and horse figurines, mixed with bronze carriage wreckage. Arranged in the ditch in a continuous stretch, if you get close to some of them, you can find that the surface of the figurines is severely corroded, their faces are blurred, and their facial features cannot be distinguished. Most of these figurines are standing and they are very densely packed, and many of them have collapsed and crumbled, piled up here and there.From my point of view, the place where my eyesight and the light of the flashlight can reach seems to be all these things, a large black shadow, at the bottom of the gloomy imperial mausoleum, it doesn't look creepy. "What are these?" Shunzi was dumbfounded when he saw it for the first time. "It seems to be terracotta figurines, these are figurines of chariots and horses, which symbolize the procession of welcoming guests or the emperor's journey—" I stammered. "Strange, why the hell are these things here? Shouldn't they be placed in the underground palace or the funeral pit?" Fatty also knows this, and finds it strange that this place is an imperial mausoleum, not a place for children's play. The number of things in the underground palace and the arrangement of all the funeral objects in the burial pit are quite particular, unlike ordinary palaces. The mausoleum of nobles can come at will.The imperial mausoleum pays attention to one spirit and one momentum. This method of stacking the funeral objects in the open air is equivalent to a mouse spot on a piece of high-quality white jade. The taboo among the taboos, if the emperor saw it at that time, he would definitely ransack his home of.Although Dongxia was a small hidden country in the frontier at that time, since Wang Zanghai, who built the mausoleum, was famous, he would definitely not make such a low-level mistake. The fat man crawled down the ditch, raised his gun in one hand, and shone a flashlight on a headless figurine with the other. He said to me, "The clothes seem to be yuan clothes, clothes of ethnic minorities." hand to touch. I reminded him: "Don't move around, this thing is mysterious, it's here, maybe there's something strange about it." The fat man didn't take it seriously: "I'm afraid of a ball, can I still survive?" But my words still had some effect, he retracted his hands, put the gun on his back, held the flashlight in one hand, and pulled out the hunting knife from his waist with the other, and punched it hard. The figurine hit a few times, but there was no response from the figurine. He turned his head and said, "It's real, stone man." Pan Zi looked curious, so he also climbed down the ditch and walked to the side of the fat man. I still felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "Be careful." The fat man waved his hand, expressing his disdain to talk to me.He put the hunting knife back into the holster, tried to lift the nearest figurine, and asked, "Xiao Wu, you're in this business. Are these things worth money?" I nodded and told him: "This thing is a bit tricky, not to mention the whole, even some people want it. I know that the head of a terracotta warrior is worth 2 million yuan, and it is still beautiful. Those horse heads are less than human heads and are more precious. The price is as follows." Oh no." The fat man looked around regretfully, showing a heartbroken expression, and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity, this thing is not easy to carry—" I still feel very strange in my heart, these things really shouldn't appear here.People say that there is a story behind every item in the ancient tomb. These things should have something to pay attention to here, or the story is there, so what was the intention of the designers at that time? Judging from the distance between the two sides, the ditches where these figurines stand are located in the deepest part of the center of the moat. When the imperial mausoleum was just built, these things should have sunk at the bottom of the moat, covered by the water surface, and the figurines were blurred. Their faces are also evidence that they were once submerged in water for a long period of time.In other words, after the construction of the imperial mausoleum was completed, the people above could not see the existence of these things. So what's the point of putting these figurines here?Could it be that these are construction waste and defective products of figurines?The craftsmen were lazy and sank the garbage into the moat?It's not like, it's so neatly arranged, it doesn't look like the way of stacking defective products. It’s really impossible to guess the minds of the ancients. I feel emotional in my heart. If I didn’t fall off the bridge, I wouldn’t be able to see the things under the bridge. At this time, the fat man suddenly gave a "tsk" and said, "Have you noticed that all the figurines here are facing the same direction and walking, which is very different from what we saw in the market?" .” I didn't notice it at first, but when the fat man said it, I followed his lead to see it, and it was true. Originally, it was very common for the terracotta figurines to be arranged in one place. I have never seen a situation where they face in disorder, but the walking movement that the fat man said is very strange, and I have never seen it.I carefully photographed the lower part of the figurine with a flashlight, and suddenly, a strange feeling came over me. "These people—" I frowned and said, "It seems that they are marching." "March?" Pan Zi looked at me. I nodded: "Judging from the costumes of the characters in the carriage, this is a team of emperors traveling. Look at the movements of these horses, these chariots, and these people. They are all walking towards the same place. These figurines are like this. Arrangement, their actions seem to express such a dynamic situation." We all looked in the direction of the line of figurines, and saw this long line of weird figurines extending into the darkness deep in the moat, and it was impossible to see where their "destination" was.