Chapter 49 Nanguanghua sent troops to Nanman Cao Mengde pacified Hebei (24

In the dead of night, the barbarian soldiers in Meng Huo's camp had fallen asleep, the animals in the mountain forest had stopped moving, and only the summer insects were still hissing in a low voice. A Dingjun turned over in his sleep, and then woke up with a burst of urine, stood up in a daze and walked out of the camp. When he arrived at the secluded place outside the camp, the Dingjun began to release water. As his urine subsided, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Suddenly, Ding Jun's ears moved, and he seemed to hear a song coming from the distance. The tone of the song was extremely strange and seemed to be far away, and he couldn't hear it for a moment. When he wanted to listen carefully, the song stopped abruptly and seemed to have never appeared. This made Dingjun's whole body shiver, and even the summer could not eliminate the chill in his heart.

"I must have heard it wrong! It's really scary to scare yourself." Dingjun laughed at himself, but he still stepped up to walk into the camp. But he stopped before he got to the camp, because the strange song sounded again, and this time he was sure that he heard it correctly.

"Strange! Who is singing in the middle of the night? It seems that there are still a lot of people. But it's too far away, and the lyrics still seem to be in Chinese. After listening for a while, Dingjun found that the song did not come from the enemy camp on the other side, but from the battalion. This discovery surprised him.

This Dingjun doesn't know Chinese, but he knows the same robe. Dingjun took three steps and two steps into the camp and woke up the robe that knew Chinese.

"Why are you disturbing me if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" The awakened barbarian stared at his companion and rubbed his eyes.

"Someone sings outside the camp. What can you sing for me?" Dingjun whispered.

"Are you dreaming? Is anyone singing at this time? Either you are crazy, or the singer is crazy. The barbarian who was woken up was dissatisfied. When he heard his companions listen to the song, he was more resentful and didn't bother to pay attention to others. He muttered that he turned over like lying down and sleeping.

"I'm serious! If you don't believe it, it's still Chinese. Seeing that his companion wanted to continue to sleep, Ding Jun pulled his companion up.

The barbarian who woke up said helplessly, "Okay! OK! I'd like to hear who sings. When I catch this disturbing guy, I have to beat him to death. After saying that, he followed his companions to the tent and listened at the tent door.

At first, the barbarian did not react, but after listening to it for a while, his face became whiter and whiter, and his big sweat fell straight down. Dingjun, who got up at night, felt that his singing was strange. At this time, he was even more surprised to see his companion reacting like this and asked, "Do you hear what those people sing?"

The barbarian soldiers who woke up said tremblingly: "Those who sing are not people, but ghosts! I'll go back and lie down. Don't go out."

Hearing that it was a ghost, Dingjun also trembling and said, "How do you know it's a ghost?"

"Don't ask! Can you stop asking? I didn't hear it. I didn't hear anything. The barbarian covered his ears and lay back **, but the like-like song still kept drilling into his ears, making him restless.

Night, permeated, bloody, on the field. The dim yellow moonlight, does not shine, does not disperse, and death. Forgotten, forgotten, what is left, in the heart. A dry heart...

The sky is bright, waking up, next to the tomb. The wall of the village pavilion is only mottled, painful and hurt. Looking back, looking back at the battlefield of blood and fire. Once glory...

The intermittent and extremely strange tunes with the horrible lyrics simply made this barbarian who understand Chinese collapse. The dry heart woke up next to the tomb. What is it that this is not a ghost? At this time, he was a little envious of the robe that didn't understand Chinese.

There are 50,000 soldiers and horses in Meng Huo's camp. Of course, there are more than two people who hear the song, and there are not a few people who understand Chinese. Otherwise, Meng Huo and Meng You can't command this group of soldiers at all. However, all the Dingjun who accidentally heard the song at night did the same thing, that is, shut up and hide in their own tents.

What if these Dingjun respect the gods and fear ghosts and hear the ghosts crying? They dare not run out of the camp in the middle of the night to see ghosts, let alone report to Meng Huo. Everyone is worried that Meng Huo ordered them to find ghosts. Is that going or not? If you go, you are looking for death, and if you don't go, you are looking for death. In short, Meng Huo is death, so who will report it?

Meng Huo and Meng You slept very well last night. In addition, the volume of the songs was not loud, and the intermittent listening was not very real, so neither of them were woken up. However, the next day, the two of them obviously felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the camp. There was an extremely strange atmosphere in the camp where the 50,000 Ding army was stationed. It seemed that everyone was whispering, and everyone became cautious. The usually noisy camp suddenly calmed down, and at the same time it was filled with a sense of uneasiness.

"What happened last night?" Meng Huo, who was confused, turned his head and asked Meng Youdao.

Meng You shook his head and said, "I don't know either! There was no warning last night, and there was enough food and fodder in the camp. It didn't seem to be a big deal.

Meng Huo frowned and walked out of the big tent and pointed to a few barbarians and said, "You, you, and you, come in. I have something to ask."

Several barbarians who squatted together to discuss were named Meng Huo. At that time, they grinned, but no matter how reluctant they were, they could only bravely follow Meng Huo into the big account.

When Meng Huo saw several people entering, he asked, "What are the sergeants in the camp talking about?"

"I don't know what to call back to the king!" Several barbarians looked at each other and answered uniformly.

When Meng Huo saw them cheating, he snorted coldly, "Hmm, you don't know what others are talking about. What are you talking about? If you don't tell me the truth, I will behead you together.

When several barbarians saw that Meng Huo was angry, they knew that they could not escape. One of them said, "Your Majesty, it seems that someone heard the ghost crying last night. At night, people dared not talk about this matter until dawn.

Meng You asked, "Ghost crying? What the hell are you crying?

The barbarian who spoke before said, "I told the second king that the villain slept to death last night and didn't hear it. I woke up and listened to them." After saying that, he pointed to several barbarians next to him.

Those barbarians shook their heads and waved their heads when they saw Meng Huo and Meng You looked at them, and then pointed to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old barbarian teenager together. The little barbarian saw that the robe was all pointing at him, and the two kings stared at him again and suddenly couldn't speak nervously. "Puff~" knelt down and kowtowed in front of Meng Huo and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Meng Huo saw that the soldier in front of him was very scared and took a lot of effort to squeeze out a smile from his fleshy face and said, "Don't be afraid. What happened last night? Come on. But is there really a ghost crying sound?"

When the little barbarian saw that Meng Huo did not blame himself for his demonic words to confuse the public and disturb the army's hearts, he immediately replied with a little peace of mind: "It's not a ghost crying, but a ghost song. I heard it really, sang intermittently all night, and stopped before dawn. I was so scared that I didn't sleep all night. At the beginning, I was alone when I bumped into a ghost. I didn't expect others to hear it. They were all talking about it.

Meng Huo said strangely, "Is there such a thing? What the hell did he sing?

When the little barbarian heard Meng Huo's question, he learned to sing. Not to mention that this little barbarian is quite talented in singing. He has learned the tone, and the lyrics are not bad. It seems that this night is really not in vain.

The strange tone and weird lyrics Meng Huo and Meng You couldn't help but be numb even if they listened to it during the day. You can imagine what the barbarians who heard the song in the middle of the night would be scared. Meng You asked, "Who else heard this song besides you? Why didn't you report it quickly?

The little barbarian said with a guilty heart, "Many people heard it. As long as you wake up last night, you should have heard it, and the sergeant on duty also heard it. At first, I thought I had heard it wrong, so I didn't dare to talk nonsense. I also thought that the person on duty should repay the king when he heard it, so I didn't report it.

Meng Huo narrowed his eyes when he heard the words. Why didn't he know that the soldier was shirking responsibility? The so-called dead Taoist friend does not die, and he can naturally be exonerate by shifting the responsibility to the person on duty. However, what the little soldier said also made some sense, so Meng Huo said to several barbarians, "Go and find the night watchman to see me as soon as possible."

Several barbarians who guarded Meng Huo kowtowed and pleaded guilty. Obviously, they also heard last night's song, but did not report Meng Huo. Others are not responsible for not reporting, but they have violated the military law without reporting, and Meng Huo can completely kill them on this reason.

Meng Huo first made sure that several night watchmen heard the same song as the little barbarians just now, and then took a look at several night watchmen who kowtowed like garlic and said, "Since you find that the song is different, why don't you report it?"

One of the barbarian generals said, "Told back to the king, how dare we talk nonsense about ghosts and gods? What's more, those ghosts did not invade us, and it can't be regarded as an emergency military situation, so there is no report.

Meng Huo also knew that these soldiers were scared by the song, so he did not delve into it. After a few more questions, he let everyone leave. When the generals left the camp, Meng Huo asked Meng You, "Do you think this is Wang Hua's trick to deceive the army?"

Meng You thought for a moment and shook his head and said, "I don't look like it. First, the song came from behind the camp, not from the other side. Second, this song melody is different from ordinary music, and it is very different from the piano and drum music. May I ask who in the world can create such a melody without following the rhythm?

Meng Huo said, "If that's the case, what should I do?"

Meng You said, "I might as well wait for tonight to listen quietly before making plans. If we can be safe with each other, I don't have to pay attention to it.

Meng Huo could only think about this. In the evening, neither of the two brothers slept, but sat in the tent with big eyes and small eyes, waiting to listen to the ghost singing. It's not just the two of them who didn't sleep in the camp. Almost all the Dingjuns were lying in ** to listen, especially those who didn't hear the ghost song the day before. They all wanted to hear what the ghost song was.

More than 50,000 people in a large camp stayed up all night, not to mention ghost songs and ghost farts. The next day, Meng Huo, who had been waiting all night, couldn't help jumping and scolding, "Listen!" Meng You advised with a wry smile, "It's best not to hear it!" Lest the camp * be frightened."