Seeing this mace, Xia Yang felt uncomfortable in his heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the Jurchens have long been assimilated with the Han people in the long river of history, they are no longer separated from each other. But in the context of that time, the Jin State also played such a disgraceful role as an invader, burning, killing and looting, not doing evil, insulting the princesses and concubines of the Song family, burning the corpse of Song Huizong to boil oil, and trampling Qinzong to death on a horse.

With the status of the tomb owner during his lifetime, he must have made great achievements, and under this mace, I don't know how many Song people's lives have been harvested. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown.

"Bang dang!"

At this moment, the sound of a weapon landing interrupted Xia Yang's thoughts.

Hu Bayi hurriedly shouted: "Fatty, don't move!"

The corners of Wang Fatzi's mouth grinned, and he quibbled: "I didn't move, it fell off by itself." ”

Where would Hu Bayi believe it? It was not that he did not understand the virtues of this fat man, so he glared at him vigorously, simply turned his head away, and ignored him.

Wang Fatzi uncomfortably threw the iron weapon in his hand on the ground, and sneered: "You say this, this general is also poor enough." The burial is not these scrap copper and rotten iron, or this broken clay jar, I think that there are so many people to bury him, there will definitely be a lot of valuable goods, how can I think that I am poorer than my fat man!"

Hearing his words, the others followed his gaze. Sure enough, there were several martyrs piled up in the corner, as well as the bones of the war horse, which almost didn't make Yingzi scream again.

Xia Yang came from a peaceful era, and it was the first time he came into contact with the cruel and barbaric system of feudal civilization "martyrdom". This feeling of first-hand experience is completely different from when you sit in front of the screen and watch TV in later generations!

However, it is no longer acceptable that this is a culture that has been handed down thousands of years ago, and the ancients were not only not taboo at that time, but proud of it.

The burial of the living has been prevalent since the Yin Shang period, and they sent everything that the deceased enjoyed during their lifetime, including beautiful wives and concubines, and favorite items to the grave. And the emperors and princes of the later dynasties, who were in high and powerful positions, called for wind and rain during their lifetimes, and how could they be willing to be inferior to others after death? So they all tried their best to design the mausoleums to be magnificent, so as to reflect their supreme rights and status, and looked forward to bringing the glory of their lives down to continue to enjoy.

It's just that in the tomb of this Jin general, there is nothing valuable in the eyes of future generations, except for these weapons on the battlefield, as well as the war horses and wives and concubines who were buried, there is nothing superfluous.

Wang Fatzi said with some disappointment: "You say, will this coffin be stolen by the group of people who robbed the tomb before?"

"Are you stupid? The entrance to the cave is so small, can the coffin be moved?" replied. He was also disappointed in his heart, and secretly said that this trip seemed to have nothing to gain.

Xia Yang stood aside, looking at the row of weapons leaning against the corner, his heart suddenly moved, and he grabbed the iron gun!

This iron spear is just one of the weapons in that row, it seems inconspicuous, but in his hand, Xia Yang only feels that the body of the gun is cold, and it is quite heavy to start. I felt it roughly, about 100 catties away! Looking at the material, it seems to be made of fine iron. But the strange thing is that this gun has lasted for nearly a thousand years, and it has not decayed in the slightest, not even a trace of rust, and the quality seems to be better than that of the tomb owner's mace, which is extremely strange.

"Good weapon!" Xia Yang secretly praised in his heart.

When he was in the Jingwu world, when his master Li Shuwen taught him to practice the Liuhe big gun, he once found him a big gun made of pure steel, weighing forty-eight pounds, which is already a huge weight for ordinary people!

But Xia Yang's divine power is more than a thousand pounds, that gun is in his hand, and it is no different from a child's gadget. And this big gun, which weighed more than twice as much as the previous one, was barely enough for him.

Fat Wang watched him pick up the big gun, and said in surprise: "Brother Xia, what are you doing with such a thing? This thing is worthless." ”

"Yes, Brother Xia, what are you doing with a gun, do you want to be a general?" said Yingzi half-jokingly.

"It's nothing, I'm a little interested in this big gun, and I'm playing with it. Xia Yang smiled casually. Although he mainly practices boxing, boxing has evolved from the ancient big gun, and Baji boxing is closely related to the big gun, and he is worried that he doesn't have a big pole to take advantage of.

Hu Bayi didn't stop him, this ancient weapon is generally of little value. When you get it outside, although it will not be sold as broken copper and broken iron, it is impossible to sell it at a high price, which is equivalent to a chicken rib, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it.

Several people looked around, and after finding nothing else, they did not stay long, and returned to the main burial chamber outside.

Constantly scanning the empty main burial chamber with a flashlight, turning around a few times, still no trace of the existence of the coffin, Wang Fatzi said unwillingly: "You say, where is this coffin hidden?"

Xia Yang knew the plot, and since he came along, it was naturally impossible for them to come in vain, so he reminded: "Do you look at the stone platform in the middle, does it look like a coffin can be placed?"

Hu Bayi's heart was shocked, and he clapped his palms and said, "Yes, why didn't I think of it? This stone platform must be used to put the coffin, and it should be hidden with a mechanism." ”

Wang Fatzi's eyes also lit up: "Then what are you waiting for? Brothers, let's hurry up and look for it again." ”

The four of them split up to find new clues.

"Fatty, Brother Xia, come here. Hu Bayi shouted at the two.

When they came, he pointed to a raised stone brick on the wall and said, "Look, I think there must be something wrong with this!"

Xia Yang knew that there was a mechanism in this tomb, but he had never touched it, so he took a curious look, and saw that the stone brick was hidden in the wall, with relief patterns carved on it, and if he didn't look carefully, he really couldn't find it.

"Could this be a mechanism?" Wang Fatzi was puzzled, and directly reached out and pressed it towards the stone brick.

"Hey......" Hu Bayi just wanted to stop it, but when he saw that the stone brick could really be pressed in, he could only glare at him and take the words back.

After pressing it down, it seemed that the tomb did not react, and everyone continued to search. Soon, the fat man Wang exclaimed in surprise: "There is another one here." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he pressed the stone brick into it again without saying a word.

This time, only a "click" sound was heard on the surrounding walls, and a crisp sound sounded in the burial chamber.

As soon as Xia Yang heard this voice, he knew that the mechanism in the tomb had been touched, and shouted in a deep voice: "Get down!"

"Woohoo!"

The next moment, on the reliefs on the four walls, sharp arrows suddenly shot out, braving the cold light, and the sound of breaking the air resounded throughout the tomb!

When Hu Bayi and the others heard his voice, they instantly fell to the ground! And countless clusters of arrows also shot densely into the entire tomb, some of them sank into the walls, some of them bounced off the ground, and many of them burst out of the sparks.

With Xia Yang's spiritual sense, under the head-to-head comparison, even bullets can be dodged, how can he be shot by these arrows!

These four walls are all shot at the opposite side, and with the position Xia Yang is standing on, he actually only needs to deal with one. The big gun in his hand shook, and suddenly waved, and he heard a "bell-bell" metal collision sound, and all the roaring arrows were swept down by him one by one, knocked away, and shocked, without being shot by an arrow.

After a few breaths, all the arrows had been fired, and the tomb was calm again, and Xia Yang asked, "Are you all okay?"

In the corner, Yingzi was the first to get up from the ground and answered: "Brother Xia, I'm fine." ”

"I'm going, Brother Xia, you're too fierce, aren't you?" Wang Fatzi stood up, looked at him with inhuman eyes, and said in surprise: "You actually used this gun to shoot down all those arrows just now?"

Before Xia Yang could speak, he heard Hu Bayi roaring: "Fatty, do you want to kill everyone? How many times have I told you that you must not touch casually, you just can't remember? If it wasn't for Brother Xia's timely reminder just now, Lao Tzu would have been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows!"

Seeing that Hu Bayi was really angry, Wang Fatzi was also stunned in his heart, and hurriedly laughed: "Old Hu, I didn't mean it, don't be angry, I was wrong this time, I promise there will be no next time!"

"Brother Xia, thanks to you, otherwise we would have to be killed by this dead fat man. Hu Bayi scolded him a few more words before thanking Xia Yang, and then also marveled at his marksmanship.

"Gollum Rumbling ......"

At this moment, the sound of the mechanism turning sounded in the tomb again, and everyone's hearts tightened, and everyone except Xia Yang fell down again.

There was a bang, and I saw that the stone platform in the center of the tomb suddenly turned downward, and at the same time, the sound of chains sliding sounded, and after opening and closing, a huge coffin slowly rose and appeared on the stone platform.