"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Gao Peng put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and asked in confusion.
Ji Hanwu looked serious, glanced at Gao Peng, shook his head and said nothing, "Just stay at home and wait for me to come back."
Then he got up, put on his coat and left the house.
After a moment, the sound of water waves splashing came from the lake behind the villa, and Bailong took Ji Hanwu up into the sky.
The suburbs of Lingtong District in the northeast of Chang'an City.
The Tomb of the First Emperor is located near Lingtong District. There were no changes to the Tomb of the First Emperor after the disaster, so no one paid attention to it.
Ten days ago, a strange change occurred in the tomb of King Qin. The stars appeared during the day, and infinite brilliance fell from the broken sky.
Every night, the bloody stars drip like sticky plasma drop by drop.
Chang'an City noticed the strange appearance of King Qin's tomb as early as the first day and immediately sent elites to investigate.
Then it was discovered that all birds, beasts, and monsters within a ten-mile radius centered on the tomb of King Qin were nowhere to be seen.
The Chang'an Municipal Government made a prompt decision to evacuate civilians near Lingtong District and enter a combat readiness alert stage.
"This is the tenth day..." A general holding a telescope with both hands muttered to himself.
Suddenly the ground beneath my feet shook, as if there was an earthquake.
Rumble
The earth shook violently, and a strong tremor erupted with the tomb of King Qin as the center.
The earth cracked and soil fell into the cracks.
Thick smoke billowed into the sky!
Several nearby peaks began to collapse, rocks rolled, cracks spread, and trees fell to the ground and were swept into the cracks in the ground.
A hoarse and low groan slowly came from deep in the earth, as if the throat was broken by glass shards, and then an angry roar came from deep in the chest and from the soul.
Jiujiu and Lao Qin fought against the national calamity together.
The old Qin Dynasty restored our rivers and mountains.
There will be no truce until the blood is shed dry!
The central area mainly collapsed and subsided, and the blood and smoke mixed with the smoke and dust turned into a black and red cloud!
Rumbling, the bloody lightning exploded in the dark clouds.
"kill!!!"
An earth-shattering killing sound shook the world.
The onlookers in the distance opened their eyes wide, what is that!
A clay sculpture arm shredded the smoke and dust, and two faint red lights broke through the haze. The earthy brown clay armor was stuck to the back of the hand. The right hand held the hilt of the sword, and the left hand held the scabbard.
Keng!
When the stone sword was unsheathed, it made a crisp sound like gold and iron.
One, two, three... countless figures rushed out of the dark clouds one after another.
Those terracotta warriors and horses came to life! ! !
Bang!
The water glass on the table was knocked over, and a general with four stars on his shoulders stood up with his hands on the table, his chest heaving violently.
"What do researchers do for food? Why are these terracotta warriors alive!"
The researcher wearing glasses said silently: "This is the first time in so many years that I know that the terracotta warriors and horses are still alive."
Ten miles away, the dark cannon barrels turned into a steel jungle and stood ready.
The clay sculptured bodies broke through the smoke and dust and descended completely under the dusty sun.
The body of the clay sculpture is dim and plain, and the outline of the armor is simple. It looks like the clay statues that can be seen everywhere.
On the empty plain, countless clay statues stood motionless and silently on the plain, holding a sword at their waist and holding a spear tightly in their right hand.
There is a cold and extreme chill in the air.
The standing statues are occasionally interspersed with some chariots, with four horses riding side by side. The reins are held backward by the warriors sitting on the chariot. There are soldiers holding spears on the left and right platforms of the chariot.
The mountain suddenly collapsed, and a dark gold coffin rushed out of the mountain, led by two black one-horned and red-hoofed monsters.
The surface of the giant coffin is gilded and luxurious, with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. Although it has not been opened, an extremely terrifying energy is vaguely revealed inside.
"Bah!" A giant golden eagle in the sky cried out, the lord's halo bloomed, and the powerful energy locked the coffin box below. Anyone who dared to intrude even a little bit would immediately be struck with thunderous force.
A thunderbolt exploded in the clear sky, like thunder exploding in the sky.
"snort!"
A cold snort came from the coffin, showing strong dissatisfaction.
"We have no intention of being enemies with the First Emperor, and we have no intention of provoking you. But now Chang'an City is a sacred and inviolable place for our alliance government. If you really want to forcefully invade our alliance government, our alliance government will never be afraid of war!" Yuan Yuan A military general held a loudspeaker and said loudly.
There was a brief silence.
Dragon roars suddenly came from the distant sky, a white figure cut through the sky, and the sea of clouds was torn into a long trajectory.
A huge dragon head emerged from the sea of clouds, and Ji Hanwu rode a white dragon and bowed his head down.
"Hey!" A cry of surprise came from the coffin, like a child seeing his favorite toy.
There is no emperor who doesn't like dragons. Dragons have almost become the representative of the emperor. If one day there is an opportunity to ride a dragon, these emperors will never miss it.
The mysterious existence in the coffin also has a mysterious interest in dragons.
"Dragon?" Immediately, the expanding terracotta army stopped and then slowly retreated.
"If your Excellency is willing to enter into an offensive and defensive alliance with us, we are willing to provide His Majesty the First Emperor with information about the world today." The military representative said loudly, holding a loudspeaker.
After a long time, a cold voice came from the coffin, "Xu."
Is it really Ying Zheng? Ji Hanwu's eyes flashed in the sky, and the words of the military representative were also deceptive. If the person in the coffin was not the First Emperor but a general or prince under the First Emperor, he would basically not respond.
Perhaps due to the intimidation of the White Dragon and the Golden God, the Terracotta Warriors and Horses finally retreated to the mountainside. At the same time, a ten-mile radius became a restricted area and was blocked by the military, and other people were strictly prohibited from entering and exiting at will.
Back at the military camp, a white-haired old general walked out of the Chang'an Military Region camp with a five-star on his shoulder. When he saw Ji Hanwu, a smile appeared on his face, and he clenched his fist and hammered Ji Hanwu on the shoulder.
"You old guy, you are getting tougher as you live. I believe you if you say you can live another hundred years." The white-haired veteran laughed.
Ji Hanwu chuckled: "That's not true, I want to hold Xiaopeng's grandson."
"That's really good. If you remember to let me have a wedding banquet one day."
"Let's wait until you, old guy, can live to see that day."
"Then I will definitely live longer than you."
Two high-status old men talked to each other like two children.
A veteran military general named Sun Zhang was Ji Hanwu's old friend, and he grew up in the same courtyard.
When they grew up, one went into business and the other joined the army, leading to two different lives.
Even though they went their separate ways, their relationship did not diminish. The two often exchanged letters, and their relationship became stronger and more mellow as time went by.
One of the reasons why Ji Hanwu was reassured that Gao Peng would stay in Chang'an was because Sun Zhang served as a general in the Chang'an Military Region, and he also specifically asked Sun Zhang to take care of Gao Peng.
"Okay, I know you are thinking about your grandson." Sun Zhang waved his hand angrily, "You should go back quickly."
"Be careful here, the things in the First Emperor's Mausoleum always feel a bit evil. If anything happens, call me." Ji Hanwu nodded, then stood up and Bai Long turned around and left.
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