Song Siyuan turned on the flashlight, turned the light to the maximum, picked up the binoculars and looked at the team in front from a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and put it down completely after making sure that it was not some shady soldier blocking the way.
Xu Xiake seemed to have heard the story of the terracotta soldiers, and said excitedly: "The terracotta soldiers, there are terracotta soldiers in the palace of Emperor Qin Shihuang, but no one dares to open the tomb of Emperor Qin, and they don't know what the scene is inside."
Song Siyuan stared at the terracotta warriors in the telescope carefully and explained what Brother Xu said about the terracotta warriors and horses:
"Legend has it that there are hundreds of thousands of terracotta warriors and horses in the Qin Emperor's mausoleum, including carriages and banners, armored chariots, swords, guns, swords and halberds, terracotta warriors and slaves and other war objects. They are rich in color and exquisite, but no one has seen what they look like. Since the Qin and Han dynasties, although terracotta warriors and horses are rarely placed in the tombs of emperors, it is indeed the first time that soldiers were exempted from martyrdom. Later emperors also mostly used cast terracotta warriors in their funerals instead of using living people to bury them."
"What we see should be cast-iron terracotta warriors. Once such tomb-guarding sacrifices appear, it means that the distance to the tomb door is getting closer. Let's go to the front."
Song Siyuan ran ahead and walked over 100 meters into the formation of warriors and warriors. The distance was too far, and what they saw was only twelve "sun" shaped military formations.
Only when I got closer and took a closer look did I realize how powerful and domineering the cast-iron terracotta warriors were!
These cast-iron terracotta warriors have faces close to those in Guanzhong. Most of them have Chinese-character faces, beards, and straight noses. Their bodies are big and round, with broad shoulders and broad shoulders. They hold a sheathed sword in their left hand, hold a fist in their right hand and slightly bend their arms. The animal heads are fastened tightly to the black leather at their waists. He wears a belt, gold armor lined with a crimson robe, a helmet clasped around his head, and red tassels hanging down his neck. He is taller than most people. Looking up, he looks even more powerful and domineering.
Song Siyuan carefully observed the armors on the warriors. Except for the human embryos, which were made of cast iron, the armors were all made of real materials. However, they were more economical in the use of materials. They only retained the form but no practicality. Even so, she could feel the tens of thousands of Tang soldiers. Stand ready and guard the palace gate forever.
Just now, they were shocked because the terracotta warriors were alive. When they got closer and looked, they found that only their heads were shaking erratically. The armor sealed their bodies and a helmet was visible on the back of their heads. It was really hard to tell whether they were alive or not.
"Yue Guanchao, take off their armor. I want to see how they move!"
Yue Guanchao looked at the large Tang Bing, who was half a head taller than himself, and took off his armor in pieces. When his strong arms were exposed, only his body was still neatly dressed. He was about to continue removing his armor when Xu Xiake hurriedly He stopped and said with a bad smile: "That's alright. He is a provincial party member in our Shaanxi Province. At least I can give him some face. So many people are looking at him."
Song Siyuan ignored the two men's flirting and carefully observed Tang Bing's upper body. The black cast iron had smooth lines and plump muscles, just like a real person. The connection between the neck and face was obviously organic.
"Can't you see it? Or I can carry you up and you can take a closer look."
Yue Guanchao held her calf and held her knees up in the air. This height was just at the same level as the terracotta warriors. Song Siyuan carefully observed her neck. The head and neck had indeed been separated. Gear machinery could be seen during the rotation, and the whole chest was buzzing and vibrating.
"The mechanism, there is a mechanism inside."
"What kind of mechanism can run for more than a thousand years without getting rusty and worn out?"
Xu Xiake had this question because he had never seen the scene under the tomb. Although this scene was powerful, it was nothing more than that to Yue Guanchao and the others. At least the terracotta warriors had no killing mechanisms, which was much better than the Haidong Imperial Tomb.
"I think the secret is still in the front. This is just a single agency unit. If you look at the overall situation, you can always find problems."
They walked among the phalanxes of terracotta warriors and horses, like generals inspecting officers and soldiers, walking vertically through the ranks along the main formation route and reaching the front of the line.
When everyone walked out of the military formation, a wide deer platform with a height of several meters appeared in front of them. On the hundreds of steps, a row of ornate pillars were erected on both sides of the deer platform. The dragon pillars were towering, and there were rough carvings on both sides of the northernmost side. The door god stands arrogantly holding a pillar and holding a sword, guarding the giant square door dozens of meters wide in the middle. If you want to see this door god thoroughly, you even have to raise your head and turn on the light, which is enough to show your tallness.
In front of this square gate, eighty-one bronze figures are dressed in crowns and robes that reach the sky. They are arranged in a matrix of nine rows and nine columns. They hold the gui in their hands and stand facing the crowd.
These bronze figures are obviously cast according to the appearance of real people. Most of them are slim civil servants with goatee beards. The clothes they wear are all the sky-high robes of the Tang Dynasty. Behind these priests is the tower that supports the sky and the earth. There is a huge square gate with the words "Youdu Ghost Gate" written on it.
"Youdu Ghost Gate?"
Song Siyuan stared at the giant door carefully. It was completely different from the ordinary smooth and finely carved tomb doors, showing wildness and roughness. It was said to be a giant door, but it was just a bronze door forcibly built between the square door openings, with rough totems etched on the outside. It's so thick that it's hard to recognize and I don't know how to explain it.
"It seems that the Li Tang people did occupy the Ghost Gate and built a terrace here. As for the bronze gate, it does not look like the style of the Tang Dynasty. It is probably an ancient gate left by the ancestors of ancient Chu. Such a large gate is inconvenient to move. , Li Tang left him behind when he built the Soul Palace."
Yue Guanchao looked at the deer platform with a flashlight. With this thing as a foil, it was like a sacrificial official on the high platform urging the scrolls, ordering troops and dispatching generals. In conjunction with the huge ancient gate that stood up to the sky, the ritual officer was as small as a clay figure, with a sense of style. An indescribable mysterious sense of oppression.
