"It's time to hurry up, half of the three hours have passed." Meng Tian's voice called back the attention of the other two people. The planned time was limited, and they had to return to the military camp within the specified time.
Between the high walls composed of ruins on both sides, the air gradually became gloomy, and the smell of bones that had decayed for many years became stronger and stronger, floating freely in the wind.
This place looks familiar...
Meng Tian's doubts gradually arose in his heart, his body fluctuated with his steps, his fingers quietly clasped on the hilt of the sword, and his bright eyes searched around for something.
If it wasn't night and if it was still raining here, he would almost believe that a black shadow would suddenly appear.
More and more clear memory fragments were organized in my mind, and the voice also sounded in my mind: You have no chance of winning this war.
Shaking his head to get rid of many distracting thoughts, deep in his memory, he didn't know what the next events would mean.
Kong Hua looked around, but something caught his foot without paying attention, and he fell straight to the ground.
Meng Tian and Luo Zhihu were really surprised when they saw him again supporting the ground with his hands.
Alas! This is so embarrassing.
Kong Hua looked at the two people anxiously in embarrassment, and saw that their strange eyes were fixed on his body. For no reason, his body felt inexplicably uneasy. Suddenly he felt something hard under his hand. He lowered his head and found that it was ashes.
urn.
Konghua's surprise was no small matter, and he saw dead branches and leaves all over the ground, blown up by the wind, and the urn was covered with dark soil.
The night was dark and windy, and the ancient city was deserted.
A series of thoughts raced in my mind, and finally the strange narration of the people from the Western Regions came out, which made me break into a cold sweat. Among the shadow tassels, the shadow of the tall building deflected with the movement of the moon.
Kong Hua was stunned, and all kinds of ghosts and legends appeared in his mind one by one. As a military doctor, he was used to seeing all kinds of casualties and casualties, and he no longer felt afraid. But now when he saw Meng Tian, he also had a frighteningly gloomy expression.
In addition, the surrounding atmosphere is too weird.
The fallen leaves are fluttering and the cold wind is sweeping.
At this moment, Luo Zhihu's playful ridicule sounded in his ears: "I'm talking about military doctors, is it fun to lie on the ground?"
Kong Hua just woke up, and a helpless smile appeared on her lips.
"Wow wow wow wow, ah ah ah ah",
A shrill cry rang out from the empty environment, passed through the clouds, and instantly resounded throughout the deserted city. In a trance, the tone became a bit colder, and it stayed for a long time...
The three of them looked at the source of the sound in shock, which was coming from a tall building that seemed very close.
"Let's go," Meng Tian said, "let's go see who is faking it."
Under the shadows, the building looked at them with hostility.
The dilapidated entrance has many upright rocks, which seem to be jagged sharp teeth protruding from the gums. There are many people's name inscriptions carved on them. The strange thing is that most of these fonts are not recognized by Meng Tian. They should be Shang Dynasty.
Weeks ago, or even further.
Looking around alertly, they realized that they seemed to be trapped on an island in a sea of mist. Strange gray shadows popped out of the buildings. It was the fog that overflowed their waists and gradually rose to the top of their heads, surrounding them in a
In a closed area dominated by stone.
This sight always made people feel uneasy for some reason. They deliberately avoided it and stepped into the doorway. There stood a towering rock, casting many shadows under the direct dim moonlight. Although the shape of the rock was not special, it
Its location makes it difficult to ignore it, like a landmark, a guard, a warning finger.
The further forward you go, the more you feel like there is a trap quietly closing in, but this is not enough to make you timid.
Soon, they crossed the door and stepped deeper into the building into the sea of mist. As their steps deepened, the air around them became more and more humid and colder, and everyone's hair stuck to their foreheads.
, when they finally reached the darkest place, the air was so cold that they had to hold their hands tightly, and even their cheeks began to drip from inhaling too much mist.
Finally, they moved along the stone pillars inside at an extremely fast speed, going straight until they finally reached the end. After bypassing a bay, the three of them began to slow down. In order to avoid getting lost in the fog, Luo Zhi
Hu walked in the front, followed step by step by Meng Tian and Kong Hua. This huge building always gave people a feeling of endless walking. Suddenly, Meng Tian seemed to see hope. The towering stone pillars on both sides began to break through the thick fog.
rise slowly.
"Quick, go forward," Meng Tian said, but all his hope was instantly shattered. The black shadow in front of him gradually became clearer, but it was not the residence of the tombkeeper as he had imagined.
Two slightly curved tall stone pillars formed a dark door without a porch. He did not remember seeing any similar scenery from a high place. Before he could take a closer look, they had already passed these two stone pillars, and the boundless darkness began again.
After the people were submerged, Meng Tian immediately looked around and found to his surprise that there was no trace of the other two people.
He called the names of the two people loudly, but there was no response. He gradually frowned, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and striding forward.
After a while, he seemed to hear a sound coming from a distant place. The weird scream before suddenly ended with a very long "ah" sound.
The original weak light also disappeared, and darkness surrounded him again, making it impossible to discern any direction.
"What the hell are you doing?"
There was no response. I searched for any tinkling, but I only heard the biting cold wind. The surroundings changed. The originally dense fog was blown to pieces by the cold wind, and the breath exhaled from my mouth condensed into a vast white patch.
A hollow was exposed above the head, where sparse stars twinkled in the rolling fog and clouds, and strong winds came from the gaps in the tall buildings on all sides.
He heard vague shouts again, and hurried in that direction. The fog had disappeared. Suddenly, several black shadows suddenly appeared. Meng Tian hurriedly took a few steps back, and the black shadows also followed. With the faint starlight, he saw
Now I know what they look like.
It was the Huns soldiers who delivered the news, five of them in total, carrying five scimitars.
"..." A deep, cold voice sounded, speaking in Xiongnu language, which roughly meant: "It's almost time, our mission is almost over."
Before Meng Tian could ask questions, two bright lights came through the air, and then there was another knife from behind. Meng Tian jumped down on a man, restrained his wrist and took off his weapon, and swung his machete to cut off one man's hands.
Legs, amidst the screams, another person's throat was cut, and the arms of two people were peeled off from their limbs.
Amidst the sharp screams, four Hun soldiers were subdued. One of them was lying on the ground and using his remaining strength to let out a strange scream. Before the sound of "Ah" could be heard, the scimitar stabbed deeply into the thigh, and the signal sound turned into a shrill sound.
Before he could even escape his screams, Meng Tian tightly covered his mouth and muffled it back.
"What signal is this?" Meng Tian let go of his mouth and asked in authentic Huns.
The Huns soldier gritted his teeth and responded: "You have been stagnant enough in the preparation stage of the game, so I specially attracted you here."
"Hmph! Do you know who I am?" Meng Tian's bright eyes seemed to have been covered with thousands of years of flying snow, and even the two sword eyebrows on the temples were stained with frost. The coldness of the sword penetrated directly into the heart of the Huns soldier, and he was stunned.
He stared at his dumbfounded face in those eyes, dumbfounded.
"What is your master's purpose?" After Meng Tian asked, he pulled out his scimitar and stabbed the opponent's other leg.
The Huns soldier groaned in pain, and beads of sweat fell from his face. Finally, he could not bear Meng Tian's torture and murmured: "General Hu Yanqu's military power is about to fall into the hands of the prince. He must do it before that."
If you and your army are wiped out, you will definitely lose in this game."
"What you say is interesting, but will this happen?"
The scimitar made a tyrannical sound, bringing out a stream of blood, and the last person died.
Meng Tian held the scimitar in his hand and stood up slowly. The sky above was still black, the moon hung slanting in the sky, and the night in the world was peaceful and quiet: "Humph! Huyanqu, let's make a bet.
.I put my life on the line to win or lose this war."
The heroic figure holding the knife gradually moved away, blending into the deep night.
"Crack--" With a sound, the old wooden door in the dilapidated and deserted city closed, seemingly shutting up a room of bizarre legends.
The crackling sound of sparks sounded in my ears again, and most of the sand in the hourglass had leaked out.
The gravekeeper peeled off the heart of the fire, and there was a flash of light in his gray eyes: "Is this what happened to the whole incident?"
Meng Tian's eyes fell on the parchment scroll and did not move for a long time.
Yao Yan's chatterbox slowly opened up. He was not an important person, just a hunter who had to pass by when he came. The person who opened the door was a sixty-year-old woman. She was treating a painless and itchy livestock bite. I am seeking advice.
I went back and forth, and unknowingly turned to the old man from the Western Regions, or the carved patterns of the crowds, always based on the thoughts of this person, and the other party would accept it half-heartedly. At first, more and more
There are so many deaths, suspicions, spies, old men, and proverbs... I can't help but laugh secretly in my heart. Really, how can anyone be so easy to please?
As he spoke, he threw the parchment into the fire. Yao Yan's expression became more and more relaxed, and he asked with a smile: "Have you killed all the Huns who were looking for you?"
"No." Meng Tian squinted his eyes, and the corners of his tight mouth curved into a crescent-like arc, "The old lady in the cottage has one left at home."
"At that time, you should take action." He plucked the unburned parchment, then looked at the wolf slave in the corner, with a sly smile in his eyes, "What's on the parchment is the moth."
You should have memorized all the information about Xi, right?"
Sure enough, the topic always circled back to the strange things in the military camp, like a disaster that could not be avoided. But I don’t know whether it was because the candlelight was too blurry or the smoke in this room. In the cold night, there was a cold wind blowing outside the house.
Yao Yan rubbed his palms by the fire, which seemed to be a rare enjoyment. There was even a hint of teasing in his tone: "Actually, you don't need to come in person. It's impossible for a military camp in Nuozhou not to be able to pick out executioners."
The candidate for the mission. Haha..."
Meng Tian lowered his head and said: "If I don't come, some drowning crises will be difficult to surface and be uprooted."
"So, there is no one you can trust in the entire Qin camp." The corner of Yao Yan's mouth curled up, and he lowered his head and played with the stick in his hand, "But if you don't have this kind of intention, it's true that It’s also difficult to figure out many things, and you and I...heh, it’s impossible to meet each other.”
Meng Tian's eyes also fell on his firewood stick. He was drawing something randomly on the ground, and the hair falling from his forehead completely covered his eyes: "What about the proverb city in the old days? Is there anything like moth crickets? Relationship?" Meng Tian asked.
The room suddenly became quiet, and Meng Tian saw that the top of the stick he was waving stopped in a circle.
Several soft sounds of "Woo-Woo" came from outside the door, and there was the sound of a night crow flying by.
"There are historical records..." Yao Yan raised his face, looked at the hourglass, and stretched out his hand to continue drawing, "At the beginning of King Zhao Xu's accession to the throne, someone was walking in Dongshan at night and saw a dark figure looming in the forest. He was very curious, so he Get close to it and use an ax to dissect it. Suddenly, the black flames are dazzling and frightening. Many of the people who followed were on the verge of death from decay. They said that ghosts and gods were hiding in plain sight. The centipede and the head of Guizhou were called evil, and the proverbial city was destroyed. This is the proof."
At the same time, Yao Yan's sleeves flicked and he tapped the patterns on the ground. They were almost the same strokes as those of the old man from the Western Regions, and he could see the general appearance of the entire Yan City.
"General Meng still can't see clearly who is the spy in the army. This is really a mistake he can't afford to lose."
The person opposite remained silent, with a hint of mockery on the tombkeeper's face in his black pupils.
Meng Tian asked: "How do you determine that there must be spies in our army?"
The tombkeeper grinned. Under the bright firelight, his facial features were dazzlingly beautiful. He lowered his eyelids and continued to add content on the ground without looking at Meng Tian, "Moths live around the host and suck sperm." Blood supplies the growth of the black moth. The moth is only the size of a moth at first. How can it easily kill more than a dozen strong men in the Qin camp? It must have required breeders to secretly take care of it in the army. If the archers died silently, it would also People in important positions must be contacted to issue orders, and the soldiers will absolutely obey."
"Could it be?" Suddenly, Meng Tian's words were interrupted, and his bright eyes widened incredulously. He tightened his fists tremblingly, and then cautiously opened his fingers as if he was afraid of destroying something. His eyes trembled, and he lost his composure. His expression was no longer gloomy or pitiful. His blank face was as calm as ever, "That person can't be him."
"It seems that you have eliminated one person's suspicion, which is something to be thankful for." The strokes were very fast, and white marks oozed out from the place scratched by the tombkeeper on the ground. intertwined with circles. The lines of the outside world are dazzling and are increasing in number unscrupulously, with a fierce momentum like breaking bamboo.
"Now tell me who the spy is." He stood up from the wooden bench. The respectful man lowered his head and looked at Yao Yan lonelyly. He was just breathing shallowly, and his bright eyes were gradually losing their luster.
This is not like you, General. A person like you should have ridiculed me in every possible way, or pulled out a sword and cut off my head directly, or turned away and left me with a confident body. The back figure and a threatening warning...the general, the invincible general.
"If I were a Huns, I would naturally not tell you, because only in this way will you lose this war in a daze..." Yao Yan murmured to himself. Suddenly, he noticed that a smile appeared on the corner of Meng Tian's mouth.
, the silent words are like a harsh and poisonous tongue.
Yao Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I will be killed by you next. As a bargaining chip to save my life, do you think I will reveal it easily?"
"Don't say it too early. Just now, I changed my mind and I won't kill you." Meng Tian smiled slightly, with a hint of contempt on his cheeks.
But the proverb says: "You were the first to speak up, General Meng."
Meng Tian was stunned for a moment, and a few doubts flashed through his heart. That person always gave him an indescribable feeling. Sometimes it would make people feel a terrible threat, and sometimes that threat would disappear. Under that calm appearance,
What kind of face is it?
"Interesting, really interesting." The smile on Meng Tian's face added a bit of contempt, and he asked jokingly: "You are not me, so you can't understand me. But you can tell me that the sword obeys my will in my hand. I
Why must I kill you?"
Yao Yan said unhurriedly: "You have too many doubts. Usually the key to unlocking one doubt is another doubt. You have to tell me the answer to this question first. How should you deal with the fact that you are in charge of millions of lives and deaths?"
This inevitable war?”
Meng Tian's heart became heavy, and he sighed softly and said: "Since war is inevitable, then use the weapons in your hands to tell the enemy that those barbarians who try to trample on our Daqin territory will make them feel what it means to be a soldier."
Iron blood, what is the roar of the soul of the army, they will surely fall under the wheel of history and turn into dust."
Yao Yan shook his head and couldn't help but lower his eyes and sighed: "The chaotic times that have not yet been settled have not been able to recover and recuperate. Wouldn't it mean that people will be burned again and countless sins will be committed again?"
Meng Tian said calmly: "If you can exchange for peace in the world, this killing is nothing!"
Yao Yan became amused: "Even a great hero who is powerful in the world and admired by thousands of people is nothing more than this. May I ask what is the meaning of the sword in your hand?"
"Be loyal to the emperor, go into battle to kill the enemy, and protect the territory of Qin."
Yao Yan smiled as if he suddenly realized something: "Ah, I understand, it turns out that you don't know what the source of trouble is and what the way to eradicate it is!"
After hearing this, Meng Tian suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled to himself: "The sword is meant to kill people. Whether a king or a commoner, with a sword in his hand, he should protect his family and country, eradicate enemies and rebellion, and prevent the continuation of chaos.
Promote the progress of the times."
What a way to prevent the continuation of the chaos, but it’s wrong, the state of the general is just that, the tomb guard suddenly laughed unscrupulously, and there was a bit of sadness, a bit of pity, and a bit of helplessness in the laughter: "You are wrong, the great general
That's right, it's not the sword that kills people, but the world. The world is rotten and people's hearts are rotten. Whether it's the Western Zhou Dynasty, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, or today's precarious Qin Empire, they all have the same fatal point of death, and they can't escape from that point.
Sad roulette."
Meng Tian's expression froze at this moment, and his clenched hand slowly slid down to hold the sword inserted in his waist.
Yao Yan also stood up at this time, and the stick fell slowly from his hand, silently landing in a circle on the ground. However, Meng Tian heard a hollow echo, and was suddenly shocked, finally understanding what the tombkeeper had said earlier.
That sentence:
Each of us has our own boundaries, boundaries, but if you cross the boundary, this may be a fatal mistake...
The inexplicable dull pain persists in my heart, it's uncomfortable, I can't breathe, my hands, feet, and limbs are all numb. I feel like I've been abandoned by the whole world, alone in a dead corner. I have a headache. The countless rays of light in the pattern on the ground had taken the opportunity to break through the surrounding circle, overwhelmingly pouring into the buildings in the circle, as if they were going to bury him. He felt dizzy, and his empty heart was suddenly filled with panic and sadness, and the sky was filled with dark clouds. The rolling sound, thunder, the vibration of iron hooves, the howl of the enemy, and the beating of the heart. These sounds have never been so strong, but they feel strange. The ears are filled with all kinds of sounds, and they can't distinguish anything. Not clear, my mind is about to burst...
The teachings of the tomb keeper resounded in the ears again: "The world is in ruins, people's hearts are decaying, and there will be great chaos in a thousand years. Not to mention the Xiongnu invasion, even if Qin can survive, what's the point? At this time, there are black waves. Surging, the devastated soul has nowhere to comfort, fate is crying tears of sorrow, and the end of the greedy empire is not far away."
There was a loud "boom", and the huge door with red rivets was blown open by the strong wind. The world suddenly became quiet. I saw the two figures outside the threshold, two pairs of black and white eyes, the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, and the eyes were deep. Lonely, just like myself.
"The Xiongnu army is coming, and it has been surrounded on all sides." As time approached along the last introduction, Luo Zhihu's tone was timid but stubborn. At this moment, he was afraid that another powerful enemy army had already attacked the leaderless Qin army's base camp. Go, in the gurgling cold wind, the tremors of the armor resound in all directions, breaking the bridge to hope. In the end, the sand flowing out of the hourglass records this decisive moment.
Meng Tian's body suddenly lost its vitality. Only his eyes were still open in surprise, as if he still couldn't believe it. He slowly turned his head and stared at Yao Yan, and said lightly: "Madman, what a cynical madman." He lowered his head and looked at Yao Yan. Yan whispered in his ear, as if he was saying the most determined words in the world: "Has this war been lost... Never! No!"
His tone suddenly rose, his eyebrows stood upside down, his wrist was raised, and he quickly pulled the sword out of the scabbard.
While the blood flowers were flying, a few fluorescent lights flashed, and shot into the distance along with the splashing blood beads. The night crows outside the house screamed and fluttered away.
On the border under the moon, an old man from the Western Region packed the bamboo slips. In the dark night, he used a scroll of paintings to incorporate all the scenery into the text, without leaking any light or shadow.
The tombkeeper stared blankly at the dark blue night in the hollow roof. Those hazy colors were wiped away without hesitation, leaving behind the dark edges of longitude and latitude. In some gray carvings, there was harmony and dispute... It was clear that it had already Intertwined into blood-red mottled, endless troubled times, now, only the shielded stone pillars and beams are left, orbiting the stars in the gaps, day by day, it seems that the cycle has returned to the starting point.
[From now on, the collection has increased to ten, and the chapter has been updated]