In the dead of night, all the barbarians in Meng's camp had fallen asleep, and the animals in the mountains and forests had stopped moving, and only the summer insects were still neighing in a low voice. One of the fangs rolled over in his sleep, and then he was awakened by a rush of urine, got up in a daze, and walked out of the camp. When they reached a secluded place outside the camp, the fangding army began to release water, and as the urge to urinate subsided, a satisfied expression appeared on the fangding army's face.

Suddenly, the fang's ears moved, and he seemed to hear singing in the distance. The tone of the song was so strange that it seemed so far away that he couldn't really hear it for a while. When he tried to listen, the song stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared. This made Fang Ding Jun's whole body shiver, even the midsummer weather couldn't eliminate the chill in his heart.

"I must have heard it wrong! Really scare yourself. Fang Ding Jun laughed at himself in his heart, but he still stepped up and walked towards the camp. But before he could reach the tent he stopped, for the strange singing began again, and this time he was sure that he was right.

"Weird! Who is singing in the middle of the night? It seems that there are quite a few people. But it's too far away, and the lyrics still seem to be Chinese. After listening for a while, he was surprised to find that the singing did not come from the enemy camp on the other side, but from the big camp.

This Fang Ding Jun doesn't understand Chinese, but his robe with the tent does. The Fang Ding army entered the camp in three steps and two steps, and shook the robe that knew Chinese awake.

"I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you arguing with me?" The brute who was shaken awake glared at his companion and rubbed his eyes.

"There are people singing outside the camp, what can you help me listen to?" Fang Ding Jun whispered.

"Are you dreaming? Someone singing at this time? Either you're crazy, or the person who sings is crazy. The brute who was woken up was already dissatisfied, and when he heard that his companion made him listen to the song, he was even more angry, and he didn't bother to pay attention to people, so he muttered that turning over was 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 sleeping, Fang Ding Jun dragged his companion up.

The brute soldier who was woken up said helplessly: "Okay! Good! I'd rather hear who's singing, and when I catch this dream-disturbing creature, I'm going to beat him to death. So he followed his companion to the tent, and without leaving the tent, he listened attentively at the tent door.

At first, the brute didn't react, but after listening to it for a while, his face became more and more pale, and large beads of sweat fell down. Fang Dingjun, who got up at night, already felt that the singing voice was weird, but at this time, he was even more surprised to see his companion's reaction, and asked, "What do you hear those people singing?" ”

The brute soldier who woke up trembled and said, "Those who sing are not people, they are ghosts!" I'll go back and lie down soon, and don't go out. ”

As soon as he heard that it was a ghost, Fang Ding Jun also shuddered and said, "How do you know it's a ghost?" ”

"Don't ask! Don't ask, okay? I didn't hear it, I didn't hear anything. The brute covered his ears and lay back on the bed, but the singing voice still drilled into his ears one by one, making him restless.

Night, pervasive, blood-colored, on the fields. The dusk moonlight, illuminating and not shining, lingering, is dead. Forgotten, forgotten, what is left, in the heart. Dry heart......

The sky, bright, awakened, beside the tomb. The walls of the pavilion remained, mottled, painful and wounded. Look back, look back, the battlefield of blood and fire. The glory of the past......

The staccato and extremely bizarre tune, coupled with the terrifying lyrics, simply broke down this brute who knew Chinese. The withered heart, awakened by the tomb, is not a ghost and what is it? At this time, he was a little envious of the robe who didn't know Chinese.

There are 50,000 soldiers and horses in Meng Huo's camp, of course, there are more than two people who hear the singing, and there are not a few who know Chinese, otherwise Meng Huo and Meng You would not be able to command this group of fangding troops at all. But all the fangs who heard the singing during the night did the same thing, that is, they shut up and hid in their tents.

These fangding soldiers worship gods and fear ghosts, what if they hear the ghosts crying? They didn't dare to run out of the camp in the middle of the night to see ghosts, let alone report to Meng Shu, everyone was worried that Meng Huo would order them to go to find ghosts, should they go or not? If you go, you are looking for death, and if you don't go, you are looking for death, in short, to report Meng Huo is death, so who will report it?

Meng Shu and Meng You both slept soundly last night, and the singing volume was not large, and it was not very real to listen intermittently, so neither of them was awakened. But the next day, the two of them clearly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the camp. There was an extremely strange atmosphere entrenched in the camp where the 50,000 fangding troops were stationed, it seemed that everyone was whispering, everyone became cautious, and the usually noisy camp suddenly quieted down, and at the same time there was a sense of unease.

"What happened last night?" The second monk Meng Shu, who was confused, turned his head and asked Meng Youdao.

Meng You shook his head and said, "I don't know either!" There were no warning signs last night, and there was plenty of food and grass in the camp, so it didn't seem to be a big deal. ”

Meng Shu frowned and walked out of the big tent, casually pointing to a few barbarians and said, "You, you, and you, you and others come in, I have something to ask." ”

A few barbarians who squatted together and discussed were named by Meng Shu, and they grinned at that time, but no matter how reluctant they were, they could only follow Meng Shu into the big tent.

When Meng Yu saw a few people entering, he asked, "What are the sergeants in the battalion talking about?" ”

"Returning to the king, I don't know!" Several brute soldiers looked at each other and replied in unison.

Meng Shu saw them cheating, and snorted coldly: "Hmph~ What are others talking about, you don't know, what are you talking about?" If you don't recruit the truth, I will behead you and the others together. ”

When several barbarians saw that Meng was angry, they knew that they couldn't shirk it, and one of them spoke: "King Qiqi, it seems that someone heard the sound of ghosts crying last night. During the night, the people did not dare to discuss the matter, and waited until dawn to discuss it. ”

Meng You asked on the side, "Ghost crying?" What the hell is crying? ”

The barbarian who spoke earlier said: "Back to the second king, the villain slept last night, and I didn't hear it, I woke up and listened to them." After speaking, he pointed to a few brute soldiers next to him.

When those barbarians saw Meng Shu and Meng You looking at them, they all shook their heads and waved their hands, and then pointed to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old barbarian boy together. The little barbarian soldier saw that the robe Ze was all pointing at him, and the two kings stared at him again, and he was suddenly speechless nervously, "Poof~" knelt down in front of Meng Shu and kowtowed: "The king spares his life!" The king spares his life! ”

Meng Shu was frightened when he saw the little soldier in front of him, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a smile from his face full of meat and said, "Don't be afraid, what happened last night, you come one by one." But is there really a ghost crying? ”

Seeing that Meng Shu did not blame himself for his gossip and disturbing the morale of the army, the little barbarian soldier immediately replied with a little peace of mind: "Returning to the king, it's not a ghost crying, it's a ghost song." I listened so well that I sang on and off all night, and it didn't stop until dawn, and I was so scared that I didn't sleep all night. At the beginning, I was still a ghost, and I didn't want other people to hear about it, and they were all talking about it. ”

Meng Shu was surprised when he heard this: "There is such a thing? What is the ghost singing? ”

When the little barbarian heard Meng Shu's question, he learned to sing in 1510. Not to mention that this little brute is quite talented in singing, he has learned the tone of eight or nine without leaving ten, and the lyrics are even more word-for-word, it seems that this night is really not in vain.

The weird tone and weird lyrics Meng Shu and Meng You couldn't help but feel numb even if they listened to it during the day, but you can imagine what those brute soldiers who heard the song in the middle of the night would be scared. Meng You asked, "Who else hears this song besides you?" Why don't you report it soon? ”

The little barbarian said weakly: "Many people have heard it. As long as everyone woke up last night, they should have heard it, and the sergeant on duty at night also heard it. At first, I thought that I had misheard, and I didn't dare to talk nonsense, and I thought that the person on duty at night should report back to the king when he heard it, so I didn't report it. ”

Meng Yu's eyes narrowed when he heard this, how could he not know that this little soldier was shirking his responsibility. The so-called dead friends do not die in the poor way, and he can naturally exonerate himself by putting the responsibility on the person on duty at night. However, what the little soldier said also made some sense, so Meng Shu said to a few brute soldiers: "You wait to find the night watchman to meet me." ”

Several barbarian soldiers who patrolled the night vigil kowtowed and confessed their guilt when they saw Meng Shu, obviously they also heard the singing of last night, but they did not report Meng Shu. Others are not responsible for not reporting it, but they have violated military law if they do not report it, and Meng Shu can completely use this as an excuse to behead them.

Meng Shu first confirmed that a few night watch barbarians heard the same song as the little barbarian just now, and then glanced at a few night watch barbarians who kowtowed like garlic and said, "Since you found that the song is different, why don't you come to report it?" ”

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

Meng Shu also knew that these soldiers were frightened by the singing, so he didn't delve into it, and after asking a few more questions, he let everyone leave. After the soldiers left the camp, Meng Shu asked Meng You with a look in his eyes: "Do you think this is Wang Hua's plan to bewitch the army?" ”

Meng You thought for a while and shook his head and said, "I don't see it." First, the singing came from behind the camp, not from the other side. Second, this song and melody are different from ordinary music, and they are very different from the music of the qin and drums. ”

Meng said: "If this is the case, what should we do? ”

Meng You said: "You might as well wait for me to listen quietly tonight and then make plans." If we can get along, we don't have to pay attention to it. ”

Meng Yu thought about it, and when he stayed until night, neither of the two brothers slept, so he sat in the tent with big eyes and stared at each other, waiting to listen to the ghost singing. The two of them were not the only ones in the camp who had not slept, almost all of them were lying on their beds and listening, especially those who had not heard the ghost song the day before, and they all wanted to hear what the ghost song was like.

There were more than 50,000 people in a big camp, and they stayed up all night, not to mention ghost songs, and they didn't hear ghost farts. At dawn the next day, Meng Xu, who had been waiting all night, couldn't help but jump to his feet and scolded: "Listen to a ghost!" Meng You persuaded with a wry smile: "It's best if you can't hear it!" lest the officers and men of the battalion be frightened. ”