The two of them turned back, Pan Zi assembled the guns, and asked Wu Xiaoxieshou to hold one beside the fat man, carry the other two, and hand one of them to Wu Sansheng.
When the mop saw it, his expression suddenly changed. He winked at the man behind him, and then approached Wu Sansheng to talk to him, "Hey, Mr. San, your friend is quite capable. You can find such powerful products." What Zhang Chuxun prepared was a very new model of German micro-punch MP7 that has only appeared in the past two years. It has an ammunition capacity of up to 40 rounds and can fire 900 rounds of ammunition per minute. It has small recoil and is equipped with tactical rails and an infrared laser designator.
Nowadays, the only people who have seen this kind of gun are people from the special forces. Pan Zi assembles it according to the instructions in the backpack.
Although Mo Bao couldn't recognize the gun, it didn't stop him from feeling the new and sharp evil spirit from above.
I secretly thought to myself, it seems that the person who just went down has a good background and is a character that is not easy to mess with. The guns he and the guys used were old 6s that were obtained through hard work. Compared with others, they are simply weak.<
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Thinking of this, Xiao Jiujiu, who was just nervous, hurriedly hid.
He is just a small businessman, and he cannot afford to offend someone with such a profound background.
So the smile on Wu Sansheng's face became more real.
Wu Sansheng was actually a little surprised. He was quite proficient in guns. He knew that this gun was special just by the feel of it. He was even more confused about Zhang Zhuxun's identity. There were too many secrets about this kid, and he himself
He also has a lot of energy and is a very dangerous person. Although he doesn’t seem to have any ill intentions toward his eldest nephew, he still needs to be on guard.
Zhang Zhuxun was walking in front, and the gap inside was extremely deep, as if a sharp blade was cutting the mountain in half from top to bottom, giving people the illusion of walking on the blade.
Both sides of the gap are pits like Buddhist niches in grottoes, which are the kind where a whole piece of sand is smashed into the crack wall. Each pit is filled with a large piece of human-shaped dried mud cocoon.
The underground roots of unknown plants around are entangled and fixed together.
What is wrapped in this kind of mud cocoon is indeed the corpse of a dead person. This is actually a special burial method called bent-limb burial.
Zhang Zhuxun once assisted an archaeological team and saw this kind of tomb when excavating an unnamed foreign tomb that was exposed after a landslide collapsed.
Bend-limb burial, as the name suggests, is to bend the limb bones of the corpse to make the lower limbs appear in a curled shape, and then bury it in the grave.
It is mainly divided into two types: squatting and lying. The squatting is a posture like a living person squatting, and the horizontal is divided into supine, prone and side lying.
The ones in these mud cocoons are obviously horizontal. I haven’t opened them to see the details, and Zhang Shuxun doesn’t know.
At a glance, everywhere you look is full of such pits, and the white bones wrapped in some dry and cracked mud cocoons are exposed.
This burial custom is very old. In ancient times, only nobles and slave owners were eligible to be buried with upright limbs, while people at the bottom of the class could only be buried with bent limbs.
Seeing him looking at these mud cocoons, Heixiazi thought he was curious, so he explained: "This may be the most primitive shaft built by the ancestors at that time. There are no stones, only some cracks in the mountain smoothed with mud. It was later used as a tomb.
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"Building a tomb in a place like this?" Zhang Zhuo raised his eyebrows.
The unnamed ancient tomb he had seen was later verified to belong to an unknown nobleman. There were nearly a hundred slaves buried in the pits excavated in the surrounding mountains, but the arrangement was very regular. This kind of burial scale is generally relatively common. But a rough estimate of the ones in this crack might be in the tens of thousands.
"Based on the conditions of that matter, many people will definitely die when building such a huge project. These may be slaves captured from other countries. They died here in various ways. It is impossible to transport them out for burial. They can only be buried on the spot.
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Zhang Zhuoxun nodded, looked away, and said nothing more.
The two continued to walk forward for more than 20 minutes. There was a shorter and narrower crack above the crack in the stone wall ahead.
Zhang Zhuoxun held up his hands and jumped up with his feet. What he was mainly looking for was the mark left by his little brother here.
The black blind man looked down and assessed his own body
He sighed and said, "Please consider whether I can do it."
Zhang Zhuxun took off the miner's lamp hanging around his neck, lit it up, and looked for it on the sandy wall covered with small tree roots. When he heard the black blind man's words, he said without looking back: "Wait down there for a while. Wait.
When I find it, let’s go back and ask them to come down.”
The blind man felt strange, "What are you looking for?"
"Shh." Zhang Zhuxun motioned him to stop making noise, "Your voice affects me."
The black blind man curled his lips speechlessly, folded his arms and leaned against the crack.
The dagger picked up the tree roots one by one, scraping and planing, and the sand and soil fell down.
The black blind man was standing right below, and Xitu dropped his head. He let out a "tsk" in disgust and moved a little further away.
"Found it!"
Zhang Zhuoxun's delighted voice came from above.
The blind man Hei was really curious. After thinking for a moment, he grabbed the stone walls on both sides of the crack and climbed up. He squeezed into the gap with his long hands and feet, "What is it? Master Hei, let me take a look too."
Zhang Zhuoxun moved inside, leaving a little space, and pointed at a series of slightly messy carvings on the stone buried under the rough sand.
"Do you know this one?" he asked.
"Yo~" The blind man came over and took a look, "Has the mute Zhang been here already?"
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and avoided answering, "Let's go back and tell them to come down. The people above should be anxious."
The blind man raised his eyebrows and smiled, then jumped down as soon as he let go.
The two returned the same way.
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Above the crack.
Wu Xiaoxie held the gun nervously. The fat man had already woken up, but his limbs still lacked the strength. His head was a little dizzy and his mouth was numb. It was like anesthesia was given during a tooth extraction. It took Pan Zi a long time to feed him.
Jin, if it weren’t for the fact that he was a sick person, he would be so angry that he would curse.
The mops and the gang were all guarding the crack, regardless of whether it smelled bad or not. What they were most worried about was that if the two people who went down found a way, they went in early and robbed all the treasures inside, then they would lose both their lives and their wealth.
Empty.
After all, according to the observations along the way, the black blind man was from the same group, Wu Sanye and Pan Zi were considered as the same group, the young third master who joined later was barely counted as the third master, and the dead fat guy who was sleeping was not counted. There were already two waves of people. Moreover, the man named Yu Ye is an uncontrollable factor. Although he seems to be a friend of the mistress, but the money is so attractive, who knows if he will betray him later. Then they will have to deal with three groups of people.<
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The most important thing is that none of these people are fuel-efficient. Once there is a stalemate, it is difficult to say whether they will survive.
No, no, Mo Mo shook his head. He had to think of a foolproof strategy. It would be best to draw either Mr. Yu or Mr. Hei into their camp.
