He Has a Dragon

Because of the age of Jin Zhongxin and Lao Yu, during the day, Wang Le tried not to let the two work, and he replaced them.

In simple terms, it is the work of three people by one person. As for Li Er, an authentic Northwestern man, a good body, plus his division of labor in the grave robbing work, he is doing this heavy physical work, so It has long been used, and Wang Le does not need to bear it for him.

And this is also Wang Le's disguised protection of Jin Zhongxin and Laoyu's lives. They did not let them exhaust their bodies and fulfilled their duties as guards with knives.

There is also a specialization in the surgery industry, and when they enter the underground mausoleum, then Jin Zhongxin and Lao Yu really play their best.

By then, the seeds of the two heads will be more expensive than anything, especially the old fish has half a drawing of the building of Genghis Khan's underground mausoleum, just like GPS navigation, its significance is self-evident.

"Xiao Le, you have worked hard these days."

Lao Yu was a little embarrassed to say to Wang Le when he stopped working for dinner that night, because this trip to Outer Mongolia was the first time he had suffered so easily.

As for being able to do this, it's because all the cool work has made Wang Le shoulder off, such as driving in the past, and digging channels now.

"Hey, let's just let you just keep us safe. You don't need to worry about the rest. You never thought that you would do the most work."

Jin Zhongxin put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, while wiping off the oil stains on his mouth, and said with a smile, but he was not as guilty as an old fish, but he looked like this.

Although Wang Le saw his eyes rolled in his heart, he didn't blame the other's mind, because the relationship between the two is here, it is right for the younger generation to worry about the elders.

"It's okay, I'm young and physically fit, this digging job can't be like the kid, at least a little tired, and I'll recover after a long sleep." Wang Le said with a smile.

In fact, what Wang Le didn't say is this physical work, it really is hard to beat him, pediatrics.

Of course, if you continue to dig like this, even if you are not tired, Wang Dashao will feel bored to death, and eventually lose his spirit.

Fortunately, as long as it took another day to dig, Wang Le later found the entrance to the grave through the eye of smashing.

Its entrance to the grave is about twenty meters above the ground. The distance from the ground to the tomb is reduced by half compared to the previous perspective of Wang Le.

Wang Le also observed and compared back and forth, and the result was that the topography of Gobi and the structural shape of the underground mausoleum eventually caused the distance from its ground to be different.

Although the distance from the opening to the burial hole is much shorter than the perspective seen by Wang Le before, the distance was extended a lot because the **** was dug instead of digging vertically.

At the same time, the quality of the Gobi Desert is very bad. Even if it is not as exaggerated as the real desert, all of which is sand, it is not far away.

This also makes it necessary to remove the wooden packing box containing the grave robbers in order to fix the ramp when digging the aisle, and then nail these boards into the ramp to support it so as not to collapse.

All kinds of factors are brought together, which ultimately makes the workload of ten laborers, and each of these ten laborers can be worthy of the ordinary four or five ordinary laborers, especially Wang Le and Scarface. An innate master is even more powerful.

But in the end, it took three days to dig into the entrance to the grave, and we had to add another day to reach the goal!

It can be seen that not everyone can do the work of tomb robbing, especially the emperor tomb!

In the bigger picture, not everyone is an adventurer.

Closer to home, the four had finished their meals in the tent and stopped talking after a few words. Instead, they took time to rest because the night was cool and everyone waited until three in the morning to get up and continue working.

As for the dead of night and the yin and qi, when the matter was approaching, everyone had already thrown this out of the clouds.

After all, everyone is doing the work of hanging their heads on their belts. Are they afraid of this?

The answer is of course afraid of an egg!

"Then you rest first, I'll go look outside."

After Wang Le finished speaking, he stepped out of the tent, and Jin Zhongxin and others didn't say anything about it, because the other party slept outside after dinner these days, and everyone was used to becoming natural.

After walking out of the tent, Wang Le saw far away from Scarface's tent that the lights had been turned off and rested early.

"Hey, it's been a pleasure to get along with each other these days, I hope we don't try to see each other till the end, otherwise we won't be able to play happily!" Wang Le put away the unaware killing look at the tent, Take a step and continue to walk outside, without forgetting to think silently in your heart.

When he reached the top of the hill on the north side, he sat familiarly on a large horizontal cross on the ground and looked up at the bright moon that had rounded into a silver disk.

In the cold night, the sky is infinite, the birds are empty, and the big Gobi is left with only a bright moon in the sky.

Of course, a thousand years ago, the generation of Tiangong who built great achievements was now a bone, now lying quietly under the ground.

"When the world comes out of my generation, once I enter the rivers and lakes, I will be drunk; I will be drunk in life. The sword rides on a ghost wave, the bones are like mountains and birds flying; Several people returned. "

For a time, in this moment, in the lonely starlight and moonlight, Wang Le couldn't help feeling and faintly whispered to himself.

He remembers this poem written by Huang Zhan, which is also the favorite poem of the old guy.

Once in the desert, it was the same night, Wang Le once listened to the old guy after he was drunk ~ www.readwn.com ~ recite this poem, it is all about watching the bustling and falling, the desolate feeling of the pink skull , Full of indescribable words, there are sadness about the years.

Just like Genghis Khan, even if he is wise and savage, under the swing of a horse whip, he will punish for the sky, wherever he goes, he will surrender and obey his knees!

But in the end, I still couldn't escape the ruthless knife of years, and finally Tianjiao became dead bones and lonely lay in this big extinct lifeless Gobi, no one knew.

Of course, a group of people are already aware of this and are working hard to dig for it.

"Hey, in terms of longevity, the old guy can throw eighteen streets into Gishan."

Slightly squinting his eyes, admiring Wang Le from the bright moon in the air, he whispered to himself suddenly.

"Old man, you must succeed! It will take me longer to win than my apprentice, but I can't braid it now."

At the same time, Wang Le was silently praying in his heart. Although it sounded strange, Wang Le was sincere and did not hide any falsehood.