I sweated tightly in my heart. This time it's really a fateful game, and if the explosives can't get out, it's over. The mechanism is really going to be destroyed this time. But fortunately, it seems that Brother Yang still has six foreign tubes. That is, if there is no way out of this tomb, we have six more chances to plant explosives somewhere else, and six more chances to escape! I'm still worried about this fart!

Although he thought so in his heart, his legs trembled uncontrollably. Not nervous? It's no wonder if you're not nervous.

Time flies so slowly, it hasn't exploded yet. But the heart jumped up like a little rabbit. I felt like I was about to suffocate, and the sweat from my head ran down my hair and into my eyes and mouth. I don't bother to wipe it. Because my hands were shaking with my ears covered. I looked at the three of them. It's all cold sweat, and I'm thinking that if I go out this time, I'll sell it for money. I'm going to fuck and never fight again. Damn, it's still fate!

As soon as I thought of this, I only heard a loud "bang". Exploded!

This tomb is so fucking good. I thought I could feel the vibration or something when I exploded, but I didn't feel anything. After squatting on the ground for two minutes, we saw that there was nothing unusual in the tomb, so we got up and stood up, and carried all the equipment on our backs, and the lid of the jade coffin was too heavy and the situation was unknown, so we threw it here for the time being, and returned to carry it away when we found a way out. After checking the gear, we turned on our flashlights and headed towards the burial chamber.

The smell of gunpowder was already smelling long away from the burial chamber. As the smell intensified, we gradually walked into the burial chamber. Since the burial chamber was not small, the smoke from the explosion was not very heavy, and the oil lamp, which we had not blown out when we left, had been extinguished by the shock wave. We can only see the explosion through the flashlight. His feet were full of shattered masonry, and the stone man's severed arm had been shaken to the ground, and the stone bowl containing the lamp oil had been shattered.

Feng Lao Nong walked in front, and we followed behind. Before he saw what the situation was, he had already heard Feng Laonong say: "It's exploded!" "We rushed over.

I saw that the tomb wall was blown open with a hole the size of a rice bowl, and it was pitch black behind the hole. Around the hole, the tomb bricks were already torn apart and loose. In this case, the bricks in this burial chamber are not of the same quality as the outermost bricks. A foreign tube will be blown up like this, and the rest can be smashed into a hole with a sledgehammer that can drill into a person.

Feng Laonong took a flashlight and took a picture of the cave. But I couldn't see the flashlight reflected on the opposite wall. This means that the inside of the hole is far from the opposite wall, perhaps a tombway. And the hole was too small to put your head in to look in. At this time, Feng Laonong threw down his backpack and took out the sledgehammer. This is the old rule, something that can't be opened? Smash them all open.

We saw that he was about to smash the wall, so we took off our luggage and put it on the ground to reduce the physical exertion. Then he stood back and gave Feng Laonong a flashlight. Hearing a dozen thuds, the broken bricks flew into the hopeful unknown graveyard opposite. Half a cigarette, this wall has been smashed out of a large hole about one meter wide and eighty centimeters long. Although the edges are uneven, there is no problem at all to drill through people.

The point of the blast was in the middle and bottom of the wall, and Feng Lao Nong basically smashed it around with the blasting hole as the center. At this time, Feng Laonong turned on the flashlight and stretched his head into the big hole.

We had just gathered around the edge of the cave, ready to stick our heads out to see if there was a chance of escape. Old farmer Feng had already put his head back, but his face was depressed. When I saw his expression, I thought to myself, something must be wrong. Damn, the whole thing is a crying face, even if my wife ran away with someone else, I'm afraid I don't look so sad. I didn't bother to ask him anything, so I just stuck my head in with a flashlight.

When I put my head in, I realized that there was a lot of space inside. I couldn't see what was going on on the other side, and the light from the flashlight couldn't reach that range at all. The flashlight we used was the most common iron-shelled flashlight of that era, but it was a little better to buy it, with the function of collecting light. That is, tighten the front shell of the flashlight a few more times. Let the light of the flashlight shine into a bright spot to the greatest extent. When the aperture is tightened, the maximum irradiation range is about 10 meters. And this is not visible at all.

Shine upwards, and this time you can see the spots. It is inferred that the distance from the top is about four meters or more. And on the left and right, one side is about one meter, and the other side is about three meters. Looking down, it was also empty, and I couldn't see how deep it was. The broken flashlight shone through, and it was just a foggy patch underneath, which looked very desolate. Vaguely, it makes people feel a cold and fearful feeling. It's as if this is the road to hell. And we're standing at this crossroads. Now I understand why Old Farmer Feng's face is so ugly.

Where to go from now on, it is up to Feng Laonong to decide.

Feng Laonong didn't say a word, just sat on the ground with his head down and smoked. Yang Kexing and Wu Feifei also checked the situation separately and knew the current situation. After being silent for a few minutes, Yang Kexing said, "If it doesn't work, how about we blow it up from another direction?" "

"How many explosives are there?" Feng Laonong asked.

"Six," Yang replied.

"What about the leads?"

"There is still most of the plate, and there are 100 meters."

"Okay! Find another one to blow up! Feng Lao Nong threw away the cigarette butt. Then he got up and stood up, picked up the sledgehammer he had thrown against the wall, and walked towards the left side of the burial chamber.

I turned on a flashlight and relit the oil lamp in the burial chamber to save batteries. Feng Lao Nong stood still by the wall over there, ready to smash it.

At this time, Yang Kexing shouted: "Damn, my backpack is missing!" "