Chapter 332 Imperial Tomb
As Monk Hua fired another flare, everyone looked towards Xie Yu's finger.
Sure enough, taking advantage of this light, Xie Yu saw it right just now. A magnificent group of buildings suddenly appeared in the depths of the dead forest underground in the center of the volcanic basin.
It looks like a large-scale black stone city, but due to distance and light problems, everyone still cannot see the whole thing clearly.
But at this time it was clear to everyone that that place was the purpose of this operation.
After a full ten minutes, everyone felt a little relieved. Chen Pi Asi said: "This is the crater. Prepare the gas masks, leave the useless things behind, and fix the ropes. Let's try to travel as lightly as possible."
After everyone immediately reorganized their equipment, in the direction of the building complex, everyone put on gas masks and lowered the ropes.
Then, according to the order agreed upon by everyone, climb down the cliff step by step with the rope.
However, various dead trees and some strange things along the way gave off a lot of strange smells.
Gas masks couldn't filter out this smell. In this case, everyone had no other choice but to speed up their pace.
When we arrived at the bottom of the cliff, everyone had no time to rest. Monk Hua started to light up the cold fireworks with strong lighting to illuminate the surrounding environment.
Everyone looked around and found that under their feet was a two-car wide stone path paved with a large number of stone slabs.
This stone path leads almost straight ahead. Following the stone path of the mausoleum, you should be able to lead directly to the main entrance of the mausoleum.
Monk Hua asked Chen Pi Asi: "Grandpa, how should we go?"
Everyone immediately looked at Chen Pi Asi.
Chen Pi Asi seemed to be telling himself: "Follow the divine way and go to the imperial mausoleum first."
Everyone has no experience in dealing with the imperial tomb, and has no other ideas at this time. They can only listen to Chen Pi Asi first.
After all, when it comes to the experience of going to the tomb, all the people here combined are not as good as Chen Pi Ah Si alone!
So everyone didn't talk nonsense and followed behind, trotting all the way over.
After climbing over many dead trees that had fallen on the Shinto, we soon came to a stone gate. The stone was very high, a bit like the archways in ancient villages.
Everyone passed directly through the Tianmen. Every five meters on both sides of the Shinto were white stone men and horses. We didn't do any archeology, and we knew that we couldn't move these things, so we walked straight ahead without looking at them.
As he was running, Fatty Wang, who was running at the front shortly after entering the mausoleum gate, suddenly slipped and stepped on something. He let out an "ouch" and fell to the ground.
The floor of the gate hall was full of broken tiles. The fall would have killed him, and the pain made him grit his teeth.
Pan Zi asked: "What's going on?"
Fatty Wang shook his head, and suddenly felt something. He waved, squatted down, and turned over one of his shoes.
Everyone gathered around and took a look. It turned out that there was a bullet casing stuck in the spikes of Fatty Wang's hiking boots.
Everyone's expressions changed. Pan Zi took the bullet casing from Wang Fat's shoe spikes and said after a while: "It's warm, damn, this bullet casing has just been shot out of the gun chamber."
Xie Yu thought to himself: "Someone arrived first, could it be Aning's team?"
Pan Zi said calmly: "Light a fire and look around to see what else is there."
Monk Hua immediately lit up the cold fireworks and turned up the intensity of the lighting.
Everyone looked around, and there was chaos inside the gate hall.
The group of people spread out and soon found a large series of bullet holes on a pillar, which they shot straight up.
Monk Hua said: "It looks like something is coming down along this pillar, and then the bullets are sweeping down along with it!"
Pan Zi walked up, looked at the bullet hole, dug it, shook his head and said, "No, just the opposite. Looking at the angle of the bullet's deflection, the muzzle of the gun was thrown upward along the pillar."
Fatty Wang shined his flashlight at the bullet hole, looking bit by bit, until he finally saw the high beam.
Everyone immediately saw a black shadow hanging on the beam.
Judging from the shadow's clothing and the old Type 56 rifle, it seemed to belong to Aning's team.
Everyone was shocked and didn't understand how this man could die on the beam. Everyone shined their flashlights and saw the man's face.
The body was hung from the cantilever by something. The distance was too far, and I didn’t know if it was a rope.
Several people wanted to climb up, but Pan Zi stopped them. This man died so strangely, there must be something wrong. At this time, Fatty Wang patted Xie Yu, pointed to other places on the beam and said, "Everyone, there is more than one."
Everyone looked over and saw six or seven corpses hanging on other parts of the beam above.
Fatty Wang said:
"Thank you, Fatty. I know you are good at it. Look at the Type 56 domestic rifle he wears on his body. It's so tempting."
Xie Yu: "Fat Wang, don't you have a submachine gun?"
Fatty Wang: "Fatty Xie, you don't understand. That's a woman's thing. The 56 style is a man's romance. Tell me, do you want to do it or not."
Xie Yu suddenly thought of those strange bullet holes and understood that Aning's team must have encountered something to be so anxious.
At this time, it is also important to expand one's own force.
Thinking of this, Xie Yu took out the multifunctional engineering shovel behind him, used the shovel as a knife, and used the bladed side to get ready.
Then Xie Yu jumped to the top of the eaves of the gate hall, and then found that these people were hung on it by some kind of strange and tough silk thread.
Xie Yu used his internal strength and used a shovel as a knife to strike a few times. Suddenly, the six corpses fell from the top, and then quickly jumped down before the roof of the eaves collapsed.
Xie Yugang wanted to come down and pick one up, but unfortunately it had been shared by others, so he could only pick up the waist knife from a corpse. He opened the knife bag and saw that it was indeed the same style as the 50mm dog-leg machete that Aning gave him last time.
Wu Xie happened to lose his own one, so he picked up a new one.
Fatty Wang weighed the five and six postures in his hand.
He handed the 9mm Ares folding submachine gun that he had snatched from Xie Yu to Xie Yu. Xie Yu could only secretly scold Fatty Wang for crossing the river and burning the bridge.
However, something is better than nothing. Xie Yu disassembled the Ares folding submachine gun and loaded the bullets to give it a try.
It feels pretty good, but it’s a pity that Xie Yu hasn’t driven it and I don’t know what to do.
Xie Yu was about to ask Fatty Wang how to use the submachine gun, when he saw an unfamiliar white face with glaring eyes appear behind Fatty Wang's shoulder.
A closer look revealed that there was something strange and human-like, but definitely not human, lying on Fatty Wang's back.
But Fatty Wang didn't seem to notice it at all.
(Thanks to the book friends "Jincheng Xiao Zhenlang", "Reviewing the Past and Knowing the Heart 95", and "Luoshui Ruyan" for the 4 recommendation votes. I am very happy.)
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