Moth

Sha Xing has been the head coach of the first sub-battalion in the Jiangbei Camp for ten years.At the sensitive junction of imperial power and military power, Chi Lihao was assassinated and died. His face was not obvious, but his heart was actually extremely restless. No one could compare to him in terms of seniority, and he ranked first in terms of merit. One, it should be my turn to be the general anyway.

But what he didn't expect was that the little emperor never knew where no shit was going to happen, and he just planted a little general who flew out of the sky for the Jiangbei camp.Unconvinced, he entangled the commanders of the nine battalions and expressed his refusal to cooperate in a cold war way.

It is false to be bedridden, but it is true to intentionally use this method to force the emperor to withdraw his life.

He didn't expect that the little general would force them to come to see him in this way, the scene right now was a bit funny.The little general who was leaning on the desk with his hands clasped was about [-] years old, younger than the several coaches kneeling on the ground. He sneered in his heart: Does the little emperor really think that leading troops to fight can be done by himself? ?If you don't suffer a few defeats, if you don't spend a few more years in the sand and wind and frost at the border, and if you don't spend a few more years in the barracks, how can you dare the general?

Sha Xing came here full of disdain and dissatisfaction, and was stimulated by the little general's indifferent attitude.He glanced at the paper scattered on the ground like a goddess, intending to let the little general know what "ginger is still hot", but he was very surprised to find that the mountains and rivers drawn on the paper were so accurate that they marked All the dangerous terrains in the southeast, northwest, and north of the Jiangbei camp are much more accurate than the maps used in the previous military camps, but he can't point them out even if he compares them with the original map, not to mention picking mistakes. wrong place.

It is easy for someone to draw a picture temporarily, but he has visited these sites hundreds of times at least, but it is obviously not that simple for someone to pick out mistakes.

Sha Xing glanced around, and found that the other coaches were just like him, holding the border defense map in their hands, and they were all confused. Holding one hand on the other arm, the fingertips clicked very rhythmically.

Seeing that the stick of incense on the desk was half burned.

Liu Changzhou reminded him very understandingly: "Half a stick of incense, what? Is it because the light is not too bright, or is it because I knelt for a long time that my mind stopped turning? Do you want me to extend the time?" "Ben" two The words flew across lightly, but with a very strong and unquestionable impact.

Sha Xing sneered, and defined the series of actions of the little general as "talking about wars on paper", and he didn't disdain this kind of behavior of "talking about wars on paper".

Before the last moment, only one of the nine lieutenants circled the wrong place, and that person was Han Xiao, the coach of the Nine Battalion.Sha Xing seemed to know the purpose of the little general's move - Liu Changzhou changed his method and sent Xia Mawei back to them as they were, and also took this opportunity to break up the mutual conclusion between the battalions.

He usually doesn't have much contact with Han Xiao, he only knows that this person has a tendency to flatter others and do what others like.Except for the Ninth Commander, the other commanders in the battalion climbed up to their current position step by step from the grassroots level, and the Ninth Commander, like this little general, came by airborne.

Moreover, he really didn't believe that this little boy who hadn't even held the general's seal a few times really had the courage to press a group of senior generals to the ground and beat them up. Yu dug a hole and jumped into it by himself, and the relationship with the heroes of Jiangbei Camp was soured. I am afraid that this general's position has also reached his end.

Liu Changzhou glanced at it lightly, turned around, took the brush from the pen stand, dipped it in the cinnabar beside him, lifted his clothes and squatted down, and meticulously circled the mistakes on the other eight pictures, still as calm as before The tone of his voice: "Senior Sha Xing, what are you thinking? You have been given this incense stick of time. It is for you to correct your mistakes, not for you to observe the situation. Are you thinking about 'talking about war on paper'? Are you thinking that the younger generation is doing something wrong?" What purpose isn't it? Are you thinking about how this kid can be?"

Sha Xing did not speak, which was a kind of tacit consent.

Liu Changzhou straightened up, spread out the pieces of paper on the table, and tapped his fingertips twice: "Get up, seniors."

Sha Xing straightened up, looked at the papers from a long distance, and was startled—these landscape maps each had their own mistakes, all of which had no strong sense of existence but would have unimaginable consequences if they were used by someone with a heart. Blunder.Even if the old general Xili was around, he might not be able to point out all these mistakes.

The patrols of the Jiangbei camp have always been carried out in turn by the nine sub-battalions. To be honest, it has been a year since he patrolled in person. He usually relies on an old map of the northern defense.Look at the picture circled by Han Xiao again, it is a Fengyan Bird Road on the border of Hanshi Mountain between Daqing and Beidi, which is very inconspicuous.Sha Xing had to look at Liu Changzhou differently, while beating drums in his heart: Han Xiaolai is not very old, how did he know such details?

Then he heard the little general say: "May I ask how many seniors have kept the mountains and rivers map in their hearts? Is it because the border guards have been without war for many years that they don't know what their surnames are? To put it in a bad way, Don’t you think that your credits are too great? You can rely on those credits for the rest of your life?”

"Come on! If you drag it on, except for the nine commanders, the rest will be held accountable for a hundred!"

Sha Xing was taken aback, his old face flushed red, and he said angrily, "Huang Mao boy, how dare you!"

Liu Changzhou bent his knuckles and knocked on the table twice, and said word by word: "There is no joke in the army. The old man has been in the barracks for so many years, and he can't even understand the truth?"

The people in the barracks all have a kind of blood and toughness. They don't accept beatings and even more refusing to accept beatings. They only obey their abilities.

Liu Changzhou raised his eyebrows, and changed his mind temporarily: "Notice, we will gather on the practice field at midnight tonight, if there is one less person, don't blame me for being merciless."

After the coaches left, Liu Changzhou called in the messengers to give an explanation, and compared the old landscape map with the new one he drew.He was calm and composed on the surface, and seemed able to go to heaven with his ability, but he was still unavoidably a little uncertain in his heart - forming cliques between camps is the most taboo, and potential conflicts cannot be considered small. If they are really intensified, Whether everything will go according to his plan is still unknown.

Some anger can be turned into morale with a little induction, but some inappropriate temptations may have an effect of adding fuel to the fire.They were all hot-blooded men, and he hoped that the soldiers under him would be men who could shed their blood, not a group of men who spent all their courage in the long and boring life of guarding the border day after day.

Now that the end of the year is approaching, he wishfully thought that he could always have a happy New Year's Eve, but now, he is sitting alone in the general's tent.He quietly waited for the arrival of midnight, thinking very bored: When can Bingbi handle the handover task?Can that bitch Du Heng endure the hardships at the border?Where did Chang's reflex arc go?What is that old fox Lu Hanzhang doing now?

He casually took the picture that Han Xiao circled just now, and suddenly frowned—the bird path that Han Xiao circled did not exist in the original old picture.

This little detail made him feel weird.

Judging from the actions of the few people just now, one can guess with their toes that among the nine people, Sha Xing must be the one who speaks the most.Han Xiao's actions undoubtedly broke some kind of conclusion between the nine people. The nine handsome... Is it stupid, or is it simply straightforward?Or win over the boss?Since he is upright, how could he be dragged into the Cold War camp by Sha Xing from the very beginning?

interesting.

Not long after, the wind outside the tent gradually became louder, and it couldn't be more appropriate to describe it as howling ghosts and howling wolves.

Midnight came quietly, the moon was high, but snowflakes were falling in the sky.In the north direction, where Hanshi Mountain borders the sky, there is a sky light that gradually changes from red to white, embracing the peak of Hanshi Mountain in a virtual circle.

The north wind howls here, and the cold air is threatening, which is very unsuitable for human beings to live and do activities for a long time.The so-called "the vast sea is surrounded by hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are gloomy and condensed for thousands of miles" is nothing more than that.

The open space around the training ground gradually filled up with people, almost all of them shrunk their hands, feet and necks in a wretched manner, whispering to each other and discussing——

I saw 81 empty jars erected in the central open space of the training ground, forming a nine-nine square formation.Those jars were hung on the brackets with hemp ropes, dangling in the wind in a mess, and the shadows cast under the moon changed from big to small.Nine bows have already been set up on the parade stand, which is a stone's throw away. The meaning is very clear, archery.

But the game is the game, what is the special purpose of choosing it at night?

When everyone arrived, Liu Changzhou didn't say anything nonsense, and repeated his old trick. After lighting a stick of incense, he sat unkempt on the railing around the parade platform, and simply and rudely signaled the nine coaches: Don't dawdle. ,let's start.

Sha Xing really didn't expect Liu Changzhou to do this, but the game is a game, just to find out the reality of each other, he picked a bow at random, opened the quiver, and suddenly some heads smoked - nine empty jars , There are only four arrows in the quiver.

Someone nearby asked in a low voice: "Lao Sha, I only have seven arrows, how about you?"

The people around whispered to each other, only to find out if there was any communication. It turns out that everyone has less than nine arrows, the least is the bow he picked, and the most is only seven.

It was the first time that Sha Xing felt such an undisguised naked/naked sense of oppression for the past few years, and he became a little angry for a while, the veins on his forehead twitched violently, his whole body was churning, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.What an arrogant brat!His bullish temper came up, and he was so stimulated that he insisted on telling this ignorant young man to know what experience and ability are.

The soldiers who could not see the real situation around the training ground all shouted loudly, scrambling to cheer for their superiors.The sound of this shouting suddenly came overwhelming, overshadowing the strong wind, the crowd in the venue was boiling, and the most straightforward desire to compete for power merged into one breath, forming an invisible wave above the crowd of mobs. But real morale.

Liu Changzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and calmly took into account the dynamic changes of far and near, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this move was luck.

There was a crisp sound of broken ceramics, followed by a series of shards hitting the snow one after another.Sha Xing shot through the empty jar in the front row with an arrow, and smashed the second empty jar with the force of the fragments flying out.This method seems to be very good, but in fact it is very difficult to control, because there is still wind around, to be precise, it is not a pure north wind, but a chaotic southeast, northwest wind with no direction, and the direction of the jar cannot be accurately predicted.And it is almost impossible for one arrow to penetrate a series of jars continuously.

After he shot six jars without any risk, he had to stop and think about it. There was still one arrow, but there were still three jars. Full explosion.

He waited silently for a while, and the people around him all focused and held their breath, as if they were afraid that his loud words would affect Yishuai's luck, and they all stared at the parade platform in unison.

The surrounding wind seemed to be silent for a while, Sha Xing took a deep breath, stepped onto the railing of the military parade, and raised his bow and arrow for the fourth time in a condescending manner.However, unfortunately, the moment he let go, a strange wind blew up on the ground, and the arrow carrying the momentum of thousands of horses and horses went off the track without any suspense, rubbing against the edge of the second jar and piercing into it. in the field.

Sha Xing looked at the jar array just a stone's throw away, and felt powerless for the first time, and sighed silently in his heart, as if the waves behind the Yangtze River were pushing the waves ahead.The thick aura of relying on the old and selling the old that shrouded him before was much weaker for a while, he dragged his bow and jumped down vigorously, spreading his hands out.

Looking at other coaches, they are basically horrible, and the remaining three of Shaxing are the least.The Sixth Marshal simply shot only one jar, turned sideways and stood on one side in embarrassment.

Liu Changzhou jumped down, clapped his hands up and down, took the bow and pulled the bowstring, chuckled, and continued: "You seniors, you should at least think about it before shooting an arrow. There are 81 jars in total. Given 41 arrows, why can’t they coordinate with each other? The bow position is given to you in this way, can you really only shoot in units of behavior? Why don’t you consider horizontal rows? Horizontal and vertical are really important? Or why not use Jiugongge as a unit? "

His words hit the ground loudly, and Sha Xing understood what the little general meant—he was implying that their thinking was completely dead, without any new ideas, and also veiledly satirized them for being handsome. The older generation, who have been generals, lack an overall concept of mutual cooperation and win-win.

He opened his mouth, wanting to quibble, but the facts speak louder than words.

When the array of altars was filled with empty altars again, Liu Changzhou swayed to the middle of the parade platform and stood still, then set up three arrows at once, and drew the bow horizontally, as if he couldn't wait for a moment. I was so impatient that I let go and sent the arrow out.

Those three arrows were extremely reckless, almost tore through the all-pervasive wind with brute force, the tip of the arrows was soaked in the cold moonlight, and they shot into the three jars in the first row in unison, whistling all the way.There was a moment of silence on the training ground, and then, there was a series of cracking sounds on the jar array, and nine jars broke into debris all over the ground at the same time.

Liu Changzhou raised his bow and arrow to signal the soldiers in the arena to hang up the nine jars again, turned his head, tapped his temples, tilted his head, and said in a very unbeatable way: "Also, do I have any requests? Why are they all the same?" Go shoot the jar?"

A dark cloud floated from the top of Hanshi Mountain, and deliberately approached the moon in an attempt to devour it. It actually performed a drama of "unpredictable events".

Liu Changzhou raised his eyelids to take a look, and unhurriedly set up an arrow again, squinted his eyes slightly for a while, and let go of the hand pulling the string before the dark cloud that forcibly robbed the scene completely covered the moon.

It was as if someone had covered the training ground with an airtight black curtain, and people's hearing seemed to be extremely sensitive in the thick darkness—a few very slight cracking sounds came from the direction of the jar array, and then the jar The sound of landing followed closely, and there was no sound of debris colliding.

A series of movements slid past the ears, and the moon was finally released. Everyone stared at the array of jars, and saw that the vertical row of jars in the center fell into the snow intact, and only half of a row remained on the brackets. The twine blows in the wind.

With one arrow, Liu Changzhou broke the thick hemp ropes tied to the nine jars.

Sha Xing froze for a moment, unwilling to accept.Probably still because of his face, he moved over slowly, looked at the ground with his old and cloudy eyes, knelt down on one leg, and said solemnly: "The last general Sha Xing, see General Liu, General Liu is mighty, and I am here in Daqing." blessing."

All of a sudden, everyone on the parade platform fell to their knees and said, "The general is mighty!"

A curious person looked up secretly, and saw the very young general on the parade platform standing still with his hands down, not wearing armor or even a cotton coat.Far away, one could only see the sidelines of the man's face neatly drawn into his chin, his hair entangled with the hem of his clothes, fluttering in the wind, and the silver-white moonlight covered him with a luminous coat , standing alone, very conspicuous.

Suddenly there was a sound of horseshoes from a distance, and the gatekeeper shouted to report: "Report! Commander-in-Chief, Deputy General Fang and his party have arrived at the gate!"

Said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao would be here, Fang Bingbi sat on the horse, followed by a long convoy of unknown contents, extremely huge, meandering all the way into people's sight.

Liu Changzhou glanced at it, and then smiled inexplicably.That laugh made him hold back several times but he couldn't hold it back, the corners of his mouth twitched a bit funny, as if he saw something pleasing to the eye.

He spoke quickly and said, "On New Year's Eve, I invite you all to drink." Then he quickly turned over and jumped off the parade platform, extremely immature and restless.

Everyone: "..." Mighty general, where are you?

A group of soldiers spontaneously went to unload the car, and it turned out to be a jar of newly brewed wine. On the stomach of the wine jar, there was a piece of extremely stupid red paper with four words on it - Siwei Wine Workshop .

Liu Changzhou took a jar of wine back to the tent, stared at Fang Bingbi's face worriedly, and said very sadly: "Hey, this is a man with a wife. Look, his face is like a horse's ass."

Fang Bingbi stomped on him fiercely: "Listen to your tone, is it sour? If you have the ability to marry one yourself." After he said this, he immediately wanted to slap his face left and right, The matter between their boss and Boss Lu has long been revealed to the world, and they say that this kind of wife is not a wife, isn't it intentional to embarrass others?

Unexpectedly, their boss didn't care, and said in a serious manner: "You wait, I will give my wife a wedding when I get back, it is so grand that I can envy you to death."

Fang Bingbi: "..."

He dug out from his sleeve pocket for a long time, and took out a small thing as thin as a cicada's wing and very light. It was a throwing knife with negligible thickness, but it was not the usual straight knife back, but was used by someone. The ingenious design has become a crescent moon.When you touch it with your hand, you can feel that the thickness of the slightly larger arc on the outside is slightly thicker than that on the inside, forming a very gentle slope on the blade surface.

Liu Changzhou played with it under the lamp for a long while, and with a skillful force, he flew the crescent knife out.The crescent knife did not go in a straight line, but cut the surrounding air and formed a very smooth arc!After going around for a week, he returned to the position when he flew out very obediently, and was grabbed by Liu Changzhou.

Fang Bingbi rubbed his face coldly, and explained: "Boss Lu gave it to you."

Liu Changzhou let out an "oh", scratched his hair, and said awkwardly: "Then does he have anything to tell you? How is he doing recently? He still looks like a man, right?"

Fang Bingbi handed him a piece of paper and motioned him to read it for himself.

Liu Changzhou took it over, glanced at Fang Bingbi with a half-smile, looked up and down non-stop, very obscene, goosebumps all over Fang Bingbi's body, and ran away rolling and crawling.Only then did Liu Changzhou carefully open the piece of paper. In fact, he didn't know what kind of virtue that person would write when he wrote the letter. This kind of subtle feeling, which is not humane, made his hands feel a little happy when he opened the paper. Zisheng trembled, and instantly understood Fang Bingbi's feeling when he opened Changbin's letter.

That kind of feeling cannot be expressed in human words, it can only be felt but not expressed in words.

However, when he opened the paper, he wished he could fly back and strangle that person to death—

There was not a word on that paper, only a black plum blossom seal with a familiar shape, which looked like it came from Jin Dou's foot.That bastard is very shameful, actually forcing Jin Dou to step on the paper, expressing the meaning of "I'm so busy" in this way.

Liu Changzhou squeezed the first letter between them with an unreasonable face, and the movement was extremely rudely pressed under the pillow, feeling that this person was too bad.