张华登上古塔第二层,只见门紧闭着。门前立着一个铜铸武士,它右手拿着一根铜矛,左手拿着一块大盾牌,腰间挂着一个箭壶,壶里装满了铜箭。张华用力推了推,门丝毫不动。“别急,我来看。”王强仔细四处搜寻,突然,他发现了什么,指着武士左手中的盾牌喊道:“张华,你快来看!” Zhang Hua Deng on the second floor of the ancient tower, saw the door closed tightly. A copper cast samurai stood in front of him, holding a copper spear in his right hand, a large shield in his left hand, and a quivering pot at his waist. The pot filled with brass arrows. Zhang Hua pushed hard pushed, the door did not move. “Do not worry, I'll look.” Wang Qiang searched around, and suddenly, what did he find, pointing to the shield in the left hand of a warrior and shouted: “Zhang Hua, you come and see!”