After leaving the armory gate, Kong Huazheng saw the troops training on the training ground, and the leader was Nangong Yan.
Kong Hua looked from a distance and saw that the heavy armored army was well drilled and Nangong Yan was well trained, so he couldn't help but praise: "General Nangong is really a rare general in terms of training the army."
Gong Shuyang said: "That's natural, otherwise General Meng wouldn't have given him so many soldiers and horses to train." The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were superimposed, and he was polite and courteous to the so-called adult next to him.
"Nangong? What a special surname. Do you know the life experience of General Nangong?" A smile appeared on Konghua's half-gloomy face.
So Gong Shuyang talked harder and harder, telling everything he knew. He said that Nangong Yan had followed Bai Qi through the Changping Battle, and had grown from an unknown soldier to a powerful man among thousands of troops. Later, he followed Meng Tian and assisted on the battlefield for three full years.
For more than ten years, an army of 100,000 soldiers has been trained to great morale...
His tone was like exaggerating a story, and he told it in a serious and serious manner, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Kong Hua, who always looked suspicious, grinned quietly and turned his gaze from the changing scenery of the training army to Nangong Yan. While listening to the description, he looked at the man quietly. In the evening, he was dressed in twilight, and his body was slanted.
Picking out the tiger stripes on his military armor, a raging tiger head is crawling on his shoulders, contrasting with his high crown and heroic face.
Kong Hua half-squinted his eyes and smiled faintly: "Who is he from?"
Gong Shuyang hesitated for a moment, and then said with a respectful expression: "It's time for you to ask General Nangong himself about this question."
During the period when Nangong Yan was training, Kong Hua did not leave, but waited at a distance. At the same time, he also took this opportunity to calm down and analyze the doubts in his heart. From the medical experience he had mastered in the past,
Judgment, the death of the twelve people should be inevitable, and the death of the thirteenth was accidental. He must have done something that required death. Therefore, there was a reason to die, so there was also a result of death. The accident in the necessity is
A way to make rumors more credible.
If this is really the case, the purpose behind it must be to disturb people's hearts. If this is not a natural disaster, but someone is pretending to be a ghost, then there are only two types of people who can do such a thing. One is the Huns sneaking into the army to cause chaos, and the other is
It is a spy who has been hidden in the army for many years. The worst situation is the second one. That person will definitely be able to grasp the information immediately, monitor the actions of the army, and prevent others from investigating things that should not be investigated. And
This matter that shouldn't be investigated is naturally what Meng Tian ordered him to investigate.
If this confusion of death is not eliminated, or if it is not concealed, it can be suppressed with the leader's majesty, but it cannot avoid the fear in the hearts of the soldiers. Konghua naturally understands the stakes, but no matter what
The blurred focus of either the overt or the dark side is the cause of death, so the cause of death must be clarified, otherwise it will be difficult to get close to the truth. For Kong Hua, the current problem is that he cannot figure out the direction of investigation, and there is no change in his mind for a while.
It was a good idea, so he could only hope to know what the deceased had done before and who he had met.
By this time, it was getting late and the military training on the school field was over.
''hateful!''
There was an officer with a general position grumbling in a low voice, wondering where some of the people were dead. There was a middle-aged captain with a neat haircut face. As he stared at the archery team with his eyes wide open for nearly an hour, under his tent
But for the first time, a missing person appeared. He carefully interrogated the details of many things, but he could not find out the cause and effect from the people who performed their respective duties. Some were guarding the camp, some were doing miscellaneous work, and some were standing guard on the beacon tower, interacting with each other.
There is no obvious connection between them, and others don't pay much attention to them. The Qin army is well-trained, and it usually only takes a while to gather all the soldiers under its command. If those eight people want to disappear, they can only arrest them.
There is a short period of time during the gathering process.
And such a situation is the acceleration of the pace of worry for the head of the army.
Konghua wandered into the stables and saw a few soldiers preparing horse supplies for the next day, while whining and talking about something, so he wanted to walk over and strike up a conversation.
Kong Hua was always friendly and good at dealing with people in the army. There were countless soldiers who had to recover from illness under his command, so most of the people in the army knew him. When the soldiers saw him, they raised their brows and said happily: "Military doctor"
Sir, why are you here?"
"I was feeling depressed, so I came here to take a walk." As he said this, his gloomy face was replaced by a hint of sadness.
The soldier sighed: "Oh! We don't have anything new to do to relieve your boredom."
Another went on to say: "If we had to find something new, it would be the group of wolf slaves from the past few days, which made us all so panic-stricken that we couldn't sleep every night."
"That old man?" Konghua looked around, but didn't see the impressive old man in the stable.
"The old man is sick and is lying on the bed?" An honest soldier said with a sad face: "He has been sick all day long, has eaten very little, and has become an old man. We said we would send him to the military doctor, but he
He was so arrogant that he insisted on refusing. Everyone couldn't defeat him and didn't dare to let him do any more work. They just rested in bed. It just so happened that you were here tonight, so please help the old man treat him."
"I'm sick," Kong Hua pondered these two familiar words thoughtfully, and asked, "The old man's way of speaking sometimes gives people a confusing feeling, and sometimes quotes are taken out of context, with a beginning and no end.
Now that I think about it, he is really a strange person, what kind of person is he?"
There are many senior soldiers here who have worked with the old man for many years. They have heard the old man mention his life experience more or less, but it is only sporadic and fragmentary remarks.
In the past...
"In that direction," the old man pointed to the northeast and said, "the old hometown no longer exists."
“I almost forgot how many years I left”
This old man who spent most of his life on the battlefield had a lonely nature. During the troubled times, he wandered to many places and saw the world. He could blurt out numerous stories. Later he joined the army and never made any military achievements. Time not only took away the sense of desolation in his eyes,
It also took away his strong years, and the only destination left was the stables on the frontier, and the wooden pillars were like his last support. He always sat on the haystack in his spare time and looked at the northeast,
The direction of my hometown that I don’t know when I will approach is shaking my head aimlessly...
"It should be that he was from Zhao in the past. He still remembers most of the things he cared about back then." As time passed and things changed, the only thing he cared about in his heart was that direction, but like a flash, the tightly closed courtyard door never opened.
, no matter how much persistence and perseverance I have, it is really unacceptable to have it disappear.
He always looked and sighed over and over again, and what he talked about the most was the stories he told people at night. For many years, the stories that jumped between the lines gave the audience mixed reviews. Some people listened with great interest.
Listening carefully to what he said, some people were sarcastic and sarcastic. The novelty was just a few words that normal people had never heard. However, the stories circulated in the world were somewhat true or false. Most of them were just told by hippies to relieve their boredom.
Yes, the old man naturally rarely cares about other people's comments.
...
Sanyan said again, and the black flame appeared again.
This is the old man's last story.
In an instant, Kong Hua, who was sitting in front of him in a daze, came back to his senses.
"Tell me that story." Kong Hua finally raised his head, his pale face completely exposed under the flames, but the young man who spoke turned his eyes away at this moment, not looking at his expression: "Old man,
Wan’s expression is quite disturbing.”
Just when the soldiers were speaking with compassion, an archer hurried over and stopped beside the stable. His chest heaved violently and he was out of breath: "Military doctor, again...
.appeared again”.
The people in front of the fire suddenly felt no warmth at all, and one by one they heard the sound of night crows flapping their wings, murmuring voices, and even the rough breathing of horses in the stable.
Kong Hua stood up slowly, staring into the man's eyes in astonishment. After confirming the truth of his words, Kong Hua slowly tightened his fingers.
Last night, those young archers, who were less than 30 years old, had not yet had time to fight in the battlefield with blood, and before they had time to go back to their hometowns to tell their parents that "their children are back," they buried their bones in a foreign land.
It appeared again, a few words rang in my ears again and again, but nothing could change the established facts.
There was a flash of uneasiness, and after a moment of shock, Konghua followed the man. After trudging between the hills for a while, the surrounding rocks seemed very cold, casting shadows in an uncertain direction.
The moon that was about to rise to the top of the mountain looked weak and cold in the gradually rising fog. Thick forests surrounded the entire hills, and there was a heavy atmosphere all around. The silent wilderness made people even more uneasy.
Midnight Flower put away the buds and lowered her head, daring not to move.
Even though the military camp here was only a short distance away, Konghua, who was nervous in his heart, felt as if a danger was quietly approaching.
By the creek at the edge of the woods, a dry corpse was lying on the rocks, with its limbs and head twisted in different directions. The dense hair spread on the face, almost covering the entire face. The ground was horribly pale, as if
It's a snowy winter day, and white orchids are blooming all night.
Kong Hua slowly peeled away half of his face, and it was impossible to recognize who he was with that wrinkled face. The only expression that could be seen was that of a miserable and miserable person.
But there is a question. If the deceased was a patrol member of the archery team, where did his crossbow and arrows go?
"You are an archer in the archery team. You discovered the body. Why didn't you report it directly to your superiors? Instead, you thought of me?" The person behind him remained silent, and Kong Hua asked urgently.
The person standing behind him never answered, as if he was hiding in a deep valley, silently.
The wind was blowing, and the mild and rainy climate had never been as cold as it was at this moment. The black tree shadows bent over, and there was a crisp snapping sound in their ears.
The cold-tempered back seemed like a small vibration that grew countless times wider.
Suddenly, Kong Hua's heart was filled with fear. However, this fear did not come from the corpse, but from the silent man behind him, the soldier who brought him here, a stranger with a crossbow on his back.
General Meng made it clear in the morning that no one should spread the news about the tragedy that happened last night. However, the only people who had seen the body and knew about the deceased were those few people, plus Luo Zhihu, the commander-in-chief of the archery team, and he had seen the man behind him.
He had never seen it before, so how could he know something that outsiders shouldn't know? He was really confused, and he followed him without thinking in a hurry.
As if feeling an impending crisis, Kong Hua's eyes began to become uncertain, and a feeling of wanting to escape began to arise in his heart. At this moment, there were no masters around him, everyone was a swordsman, he was a fish, and fear was in his heart
To exaggerate, he did not stand up or turn his head, only pretending to carefully examine the body, but he knew that if there was really something wrong with the person behind him, then he had undoubtedly fallen into the net, and no matter how long it took, he would definitely not be able to escape.
While several futile delaying tactics flashed through his mind, the man behind him had silently put the arrow on his bow and slowly unstrung it.
Kong Hua stared blankly at the withered eye of the dead man on the ground. That eye seemed to be open, ready to watch the next scene to be performed. Kong Hua was in the scene, but he stayed out of it.
A pair of eyes lurking in the darkness stared coldly at the man on the ground. The bow continued to be perfected, and the sound of the strings was so tight that it trembled or was extremely fragile.
The night crow crows and flies up from the trees, as if announcing that death is imminent. Unavoidable, Konghua closes his eyes in despair, but hears a muffled groan from the person behind him, and then the arrow from the string leads to a "sword-swinging edge"
', the sharp blade passed by his ear.
The person who was assassinated behind him was obviously disturbed by some factors, and he rushed into the dense bush before he could kill Konghua.
Kong Hua stared blankly at the arrow embedded in the ground. His mood change in just a moment made him understand the death row prisoner walking towards the execution ground.
He stood up hurriedly and looked towards the swaying vegetation. At this moment, a man holding a bow came out from the other direction. It was Luo Zhihu, the commander-in-chief of the archery team.
Kong Hua hurriedly said: "Hurry up!" Koluo Zhihu's "No need" surprised Kong Hua. He insisted: "How can it be no need? That person is very important."
Luo Zhihu didn't care. He looked into the distance and then at the corpse on the ground. He said coldly: "It seems that the man dressed as an archer killed him. That is a man I have never seen. It's fine to chase him."
It is important, but if it is to divert the tiger away from the mountain, compared with the safety of military doctor Kong Hua, I can only care about the latter."
"But..." In the final analysis, he still refused to give up. He turned to look at Luo Zhihu, but Luo Zhihu turned away. Konghua wanted to say something more, but then he realized that Luo Zhihu had
The reputation of the Falcon Arrow means that when an arrow is shot, it will definitely hit the mark. Thinking of this, Kong Hua asked: "What did the General Soldier leave behind on that man?"
"Yes, except for one arrow, there is only one thing on the arrow that can make people sleepy. I will escort you back to the military camp first. When you come back, the person should be paralyzed somewhere in the grass, just waiting.
So we caught him out."
...
Soon, a livid expression appeared on Luo Zhihu's face, and his eyes wanted to shoot out two sharp knives to pierce the heart of the person. His twisted anger made him punch the wooden pillar hard. When he came back, he heard the guard explain:
The old man in the stable died strangely while lying on the bed, his whole body was withered... none of the other soldiers were spared.
Each word was like a thunderbolt exploding in his ears, causing Kong Hua's mind to buzz. They came back late. The ten corpses were exactly the same as those who died last night. A pair of clear eyes looked at the corpses on the ground.
, my knees are so weak that I can no longer stand.
Luo Zhihu was not willing to give in. He groaned and shouted: "Hide the body...Two archery teams, search at starry night, we must catch the thief."
After the word was spread, the archery team was quickly dispatched. Throughout the night, no trace of the killer was found. Not only did they escape from the falcon arrows, but they also performed a real plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
Luo Zhihu looked at the military doctor who was kneeling on the ground through the firelight, but he lowered his head and looked at the black and withered corpse: "There is a common connection between many deeds." Half of his face was red, and the other half was hidden.