Chapter 7 The Sixth Operation Moth

Even many years later, there are still people studying and discussing the battle that caused a sensation in the world. "According to the most accurate research, that operation only started on the 15th of August that year." "According to your research, that operation is really called Operation Moth?" "Absolutely true." "I don't believe it," said the younger one. "To act means to attack, to destroy the enemy." "A moth jumping into a flame is looking for a dead end." "Then you want me to believe that they planned this operation in order to destroy themselves?"

"I didn't say that." The older one smiled mysteriously: "But if you must think so, there's nothing wrong with it." "I do not understand what you mean." The elder suddenly sighed deeply: "The real intention of that action is really hard to imagine." On August 15th of that year, in that small town, the moon was bright and clear, and there were no clouds in the sky. Murong's chair and sedan has already passed "Shengji Shiliang", and there are only a dozen stores away from "Sihai Restaurant", and it is very close to the area called "Archery Target" by Uncle Tie.

At this time, there is only a moment at most before Zi Shi. At this moment, there was a sound of "Peng" in the empty buildings on both sides, and countless lights suddenly went out in response. In the darkness, only the sound of the strong wind piercing through the sky is heard, whizzing past all over the sky; it is as shrill as a group of ghosts crying at night, crying and dancing from the gloom, not knowing whose soul they are going to take away. Countless gusts of wind seemed to be completely concentrated in front of the seven or eight stores in front of Shengji Food. The people in the second and third groups of Murong's subordinates are in this area right now.

Every sharp gust of wind piercing through the air flew towards them. If this is really ghost haunting, the target is them. That is not a ghost, but a sharp arrow, but it can also kill people. "Then, is this the method used by Uncle Tie's first attack?" Using bows and arrows to win martial arts masters sounds too careless, so even after many years, this young man who was obsessed with studying the strategy of this battle still couldn't help but have doubts. "Yes." The elder's answer was very clear: "He used this method, and he used ordinary bows and arrows, but he ambushed a total of 108 strong bows on both sides of the street. With thirty-six carved feather arrows, the archers are all experts at shooting 'lianzhu', when others shoot one arrow, they have already shot three arrows!"

He added: "The one hundred and eight people bent their bows and shot arrows, and only made a 'peng' sound. Xiang, from this point, you can probably imagine how closely they cooperated and how quickly they reacted!" As soon as the secret order was issued, the bowstrings rang together, and the one hundred and eight people were exactly the same. In addition to tacit understanding, the reaction must of course be quick. The boy was silent.After a long time, I asked, "Why don't Master Tie and Mr. Silk Road not use the surprise soldiers they have ambushed already?"

"You mean Sis?" "yes." "You should be able to figure this out." The elder said, "Since this branch of them has already ambushed in a secret place that no one else can imagine, why should they expose themselves unless necessary?" He stared at the young man with a serious expression: "This kind of ambush soldier should never be used until the outcome of life and death is at stake." "But," the young man hesitated, "I still feel that using those archers as the main force for the first offensive is too weak." "Not weak." The elder said, "Definitely not weak."

He said it to the point, but he was by no means a man of reasoning, so he explained right away. "Using this group of archers for the first offensive has at least three advantages." "Which three o'clock?" "First, Murong and the others must be like us. They never expected that the other party would attack with archers, and they did so before the two sides faced each other." The elder said, "Although I can see clearly now, it's just that It was hindsight, and they must have been surprised at the time." To be surprised and to attack those who are unprepared is the unbreakable principle of military strategists throughout the ages. Throughout the ages, every strategist and every general has adhered to it unswervingly.

Of course, this young man who is obsessed with the art of war will not have any objections. "Secondly, as soon as the bowstring is fired, the lights go out immediately, indicating that their arrows have aimed at the target when they shoot out." The old man said: "But the target they attacked was in a completely unprepared situation. It suddenly became dark, as if suddenly falling from a place as bright as daylight into a dark abyss that would never be restored, not only his eyes could not adapt, but their mentality could not adapt." Although these two points are enough, he still needs to use the third point to make up for it: "These one hundred and eight archers were supposed to deal with at least one hundred people, but now they have all concentrated their attack power on them, let alone in It is always difficult to dodge hidden weapons in the dark, even if you have the ability to listen to the wind and catch arrows, it may not be useful."

"Because what they want to catch is not three or five arrows!" "yes." "So, Uncle Tie's attack was completely successful this time?" the boy asked the elder. The elder didn't answer, just smiled lightly. "Actually, Uncle Tie is not a foolish person. The first attack they want to launch actually includes three independent programs. The bow and arrow operation is just the first program." The boy's eyes suddenly lit up. "Yes, this procedure is not mainly for killing people, but for disturbing the opponent's position." The elder smiled: "Go ahead."

"It's not difficult for a master like Ding Ziling to avoid this kind of bow and arrow. Maybe they have left the attack zone when the bow and arrow sound." If you dodge to avoid pursuit and pursuit, you will inevitably fall into the trap of the opponent's ambush during the turmoil." He asked eagerly, "Is the situation like this at that time?" The elder smiled more happily: "Yes, that's how it was at that time." He said with a smile: "What is unexpected is that the first person who fell into the trap was actually Yan Chongxiao." The young man was obviously very familiar with the martial arts celebrities of the previous generation, so he immediately said, "Are you talking about the Mr. Swallow who married five male actors as concubines?"

"Yes." The elder smiled again: "Of course it is him." Yan Chongxiao, fifty-three years old, Feiyun Tizongshu and Yanzi Feiyun's three masters, are recognized as the best in the world. First-rate lightness skills, first-rate concealed weapons, and first-rate masters. Of course, he is also one of the four masters in the second group identified by Mr. Silk Road. As soon as the bowstring rang, the lights suddenly dimmed, and Yan Chongxiao had already soared into the sky. Of course he knew that it was not a ghost crying but a rushing arrow, but he didn't expect that there would be so many arrows shot. After shooting a row of arrows, Yan Chongxiao turned over in the air!The new power has not yet been born, and the old power is about to be exhausted. Suddenly, in the darkness, another arrow pierces through the air. Unexpectedly, under such circumstances, Yan Chongxiao would be able to use his strength to sweep across and cross the roof. But this time when his body fell further, he had no more strength to spare.He could even feel his stomach churning, and his mind began to feel dizzy. Recently, he often has this kind of phenomenon. Whenever he uses his true power intensely, he will feel exhausted and dizzy. So he has already started to warn himself that sometimes he should try to get close to some delicate, lovely, beautiful and gentle women, especially those with relatively flat breasts. Things that are not normal are always easier to consume energy. The place where he landed was a dark and narrow alley. There were far more rats than people passing by. There was a dilapidated lacquered wooden toilet in a corner full of garbage. This toilet is actually the cleanest place in this narrow alley. Although Yan Chongxiao was still dizzy, his eyes were used to the darkness. He really wanted to find a place to sit down. He saw this toilet, but there was no other choice for this place. It's just that when he sat down, he was still vigilant. The "Swallows Flying Clouds" in his sleeve could be activated at any time, and the place where he sat happened to be in a dead corner of this dead-end alley. Under the power of his thirteen-shot deadly hidden weapon. He was sure that he was absolutely safe, and that no matter how formidable an adversary might come against him, he would be sure to strike first. So when he sat down, he couldn't help but sigh comfortably. ——A person who knows how to seek happiness, no matter how bad the situation is, can find a chance to be comfortable for a while. Yan Chongxiao has always been very satisfied with his expertise. Unexpectedly this time, just as he sighed, it suddenly turned into a scream. His person suddenly jumped up from the toilet like a cat whose tail was burned. Although he doesn't have a tail, but where the tail originally grew, he has it. When his men rushed up, there was a knife in the middle of his "that place"—maybe there was only half of the knife, at least half of it was visible. The other half has been hidden in his body. The knife is in the hands of a person, and this person is hiding in this toilet that absolutely cannot allow people to hide. Yan Chongxiao jumped up, and he jumped up too, the blade was in Yan Chongxiao's body, and the handle was in his hand. How painful would it be for a person if half a knife was inserted into his body from somewhere?That kind of pain is probably beyond the imagination of any other person. When a person is in extreme pain, he can use all his strength, not to mention that Yan Chongxiao already has the light skill of flying soaring into the sky, so his speed has not slowed down in this leap. The person holding the knife felt that the knife had penetrated deep enough, so his body had already started to fall. One is going up unabated, the other is falling, the handle of the knife is still in hand, and the hidden blade appears immediately, following the fall of the person holding the knife. Then blood suddenly poured out like a rain of flowers from where the blade appeared. Yan Chongxiao died with regret. He never imagined that someone could hide in a toilet that was less than three feet high and less than a foot and a half in diameter. What's more, he didn't expect that the knife that killed him actually stabbed at one of the biggest weaknesses in his life. Lu Shen and Lu Mi are brothers, they practice hard skills such as Leopard Cleave Iron Palm and Mountain Cleave Iron Axe, but their minds are as meticulous as spinning silk. They belonged to the second group, but in the arena, they were already top-notch players. They listened to the wind and identified the direction of a group of arrows. After dodging the arrow rain, they immediately took the opportunity to fly here. This is a kitchen. According to its location and direction, it should be the kitchen of "Sheng Ji". The business of "Sheng Kee" has always been very large, with a lot of hands and people have to eat. Of course, their kitchen is big, and the pots and stoves are of course big. But now there is not even a single person in "Sheng Ji" up and down, inside and out, but the big stove in the kitchen is still burning, and the stove is still burning very vigorously. On the two stoves, there is a big iron pot on one side and a big steamer on the other. . ——A big iron pot that can hide a person, and a big steamer that can hide a person. The Lu brothers looked at each other with smiles in the corners of their eyes and sneered.At this moment, their brothers had already arrived at the big stove.One lifts the lid of the big pot with his left hand, and the other lifts the lid of the steamer with his right hand. ——The palm strength of their brothers, one practiced the right hand and the other practiced the left hand. Holding the pot cover in the left hand, the palm is in the hand, the pot cover is together, and the right palm hits hard, killing with one blow. It doesn't matter who is hiding in the pot.When the left palm is struck, the fate of the person in the cage is of course the same. The only pity is that they didn't hit the palm, because there was no one in the pot, nor in the cage. What about people? The Lu brothers suddenly howled like wolves, two red iron bars suddenly pierced out of the flames in the big stove, and they were inserted into their stomachs. The two iron bars pierced out without a sound, until they pierced into their lower abdomen, and there was a "chi" sound. After one sound, it suddenly became silent again. Hearing this sound, the Lu brothers lowered their heads, and their eyes immediately filled with indescribable horror. They suddenly found that their stomachs were smoking, and they also emitted a stench of scorching fur. They couldn't help but vomited. Vomiting is not a bad thing, only living people vomit, but it's a pity that they vomit at first, and suddenly they can't vomit. —Have you ever seen a dead man vomit?Have you ever seen a dead person vomit? The big stove suddenly burst, and the two men in black flew up in the burning flames, as if they had just escaped from hell, and there were sparks flickering on the black clothes. The lanterns are made of a kind of transparent mulberry paper, hung high under a row of high eaves, fluttering lightly with the wind. Who would believe that someone could hide in such a lantern? Who can hang lightly under the high eaves, shaking with the lanterns? This is simply impossible. What's more, the lantern is transparent, even if an elf-like person can shrink his body into the lantern and hang it on the high eaves, he can still see it from the outside. Therefore, the Huqiu Wujie, who had the most brilliant record in the second group under Murong's sect, came here, and their vigilance also weakened. Because they are not real experts yet, they don't know that impossible things will happen at any time in the rivers and lakes, because there are many incredible people, things, and things in this world. There is a kind of mulberry paper made by a very mysterious method, which is even mixed with some very precious mercury. This kind of paper can never see the inside from the outside, but the outside can be seen from the inside. There is a kind of person who can hang himself in an extremely small space with only one finger, shrinking his musculoskeletal structure to the limit that human beings can bear. The endurance of these people to endure pain and hunger has almost reached the limit of human beings. Huqiu Wujie couldn't understand the stamina of these people, so they died. At the moment when they were most relaxed, someone broke out of the paper inside the lantern, with a knife in his hand, the light of the knife flashed like an electric shock, and cut off their heads in the blink of an eye. Although the movements of these people's heads were not as fast as that of the boy in red, they were fast enough. When the severed heads landed on the ground, some of their eyes were still blinking, some of them still had a bright look of fear, some of their tongues had just been spit out, and before they had time to retract, some of their muscles were still trembling. . That kind of trembling actually had a very beautiful rhythm, it seemed a bit like the tremor when a virgin is embraced by a man for the first time. —Under this trembling, virgins are soon not virgins, and the living are soon dead. Why do some of the most beautiful rhythms in life never last long? Every inhabited place has a coffin shop, just as there must be houses there. Some people live, some people die, people live to live in houses.The dead will go into the coffin. Whether the houses in a place are big or not depends on how well the people in that place live.Whether the bed in a family is big or not does not necessarily depend on whether the host and hostess of the family are very affectionate. Because there is no absolute relationship between the love ratio and the size of the bed, sometimes the more loving the couple is, the smaller the bed will be. However, whether the coffin shop in a place is large or not depends on how many people died in this place. Apparently not enough people died in this small town, at least not before tonight. Therefore, in addition to selling coffins, this coffin shop in the small town also runs some side businesses. Sell ​​some incense sticks, tinfoil, money, treasury and silver, repair the facade for the dead, prepare some shrouds, write a few couplets that are not very smooth for some gentlemen who don’t know a lot of characters, and occasionally even wear Daoist robes and pick up magic tools. Do a ritual and draw a few spells. If you are lucky, and there happens to be such a buyer, there are many things on a dead person that can make money, sometimes even hair and teeth can be exchanged for a little bit of silver. But their biggest business is still paper making. When a rich man dies, his descendants are afraid that he will no longer have the enjoyment of the yang world after he arrives in the underworld, and he will no longer have those gorgeous household utensils, chariots, horses and servants, so they stick paper to make some paper houses, paper utensils and paper figurines. The paper horse was incinerated for him, so that he could have the same enjoyment in the underworld. This is just a little bit of filial piety expressed by later generations to their deceased parents, uncles and ancestors. It doesn’t matter whether the person they worship can really enjoy it or not. Instead, do better. So the business of the coffin shop came. The feeling of a coffin shop is not always very pleasant. How can the people who work in the coffin shop feel happy when they are faced with coffins all day long? When the owner of the coffin shop sees a customer coming to the door, even if he knows that there is money to be made, he can't show a little bit of happiness. The customers who come to the door are all people who have just died at home. Go up to meet him, you say it's outrageous? People who come to buy coffins, even if they know that the deceased alone will have a huge inheritance, even if they are extremely happy in their hearts, they should cry until their eyes are red and swollen. In a coffin shop, laughter cannot exist.But now a person came in with a smile on his face. This person is called Cheng Dong. Although Cheng Dong is only forty-seven this year, he became famous thirty years ago, and he became famous early, which is rare in the world. But people in Jianghu also know that after the battle that made him famous thirty years ago, his heart and every part of his body have been frozen. ——The first battle for a person to become famous is usually also his sad one. After a successful battle, his heart is as sad as death. In the days of his life, sometimes he even hopes that the one who died in that battle was not his enemy It's him. So Cheng Dong couldn't smile a long time ago, but his face seemed to be smiling all year round, even when he was asleep, because there was a smile mark on his face that could never be erased. The scar left by a knife.Smile marks are like knives. So although he laughs all year round, he also kills people all year round.As long as most people in the rivers and lakes saw his smiling face, their souls would be gone without seeing the sword light. Where there is Cheng Dong, there is Guo Wen. The two are inseparable, and they have never missed each other in the past twenty years. Now the two of them have walked into the coffin shop. A torch in Guo Wen's hand flickered on and off, illuminating the five painted coffins standing upright in the ceiling of the backyard. Two of them hadn't been finished yet White wood, three houses made of paper, four or five paper figurines "Two Hundred Five". In the darkness, there were endless screams and screams, and it was unknown how many companions had fallen into the opponent's trap. This coffin shop is a good place to kill people. Where will the other party lie in ambush? Cheng Dong and Guo Wen quickly exchanged glances, and from the corner of their eyes, they were already staring at the three upright coffins. The two white wooden coffins have not been completed yet, and the coffin lids are still leaning on the coffins. There is nothing in the coffins. The colorful houses made of paper are supported by bamboo supports, and no one can hide in the air. If there was an ambush here, it would undoubtedly be in the three upright coffins.These two martial arts masters, who have experienced many battles, have gathered strength in their hands, ready to launch their fatal blow. But when they started to act, the targets of their attack were those paper houses, mules and horses. They were obviously very sure of the blow. Such a well-designed ambush will never be set in a place that anyone can imagine. Of course, such a carefully selected dead soldier has the ability to hide in a hiding place that no one can hide. Unexpectedly, attacking those who are unprepared, if it is not for this kind of ambush, how can we deal with masters like them? Cheng Dong used a knife, a four-foot-two-inch fine steel Burmese iron soft knife, usually wrapped around his waist twice, and when he used it, he drew it and held it up against the wind. Guo Wen also used a knife, Lianzi sweeping knife, the length of the knife is two feet and eight inches, the length of the knife is up to the heart, and sometimes it can be used as a flying knife, the blade pierces through the air, and the head is taken from a hundred steps away.Although he has a practice, he uses strength. Flying with two swords, using both hardness and softness, in the arena, this is almost an invincible stunt.When they "sweeped thousands of troops" with both swords, almost no one could retreat from their swords. This time is no exception. The light of the knife waved, and the confetti flew. But there are only scraps of paper, no flesh and blood. The targets they attack are just paper sticks, and the ambush is not there. —Where is the ambush? Cheng Dong and Guo Wen swept out, their hearts sank. Hearts can sink or die, but people can't.Heart death is nothing more than sadness and numbness, and it can be revived. Between life and death, there is no choice, and there is absolutely no second chance. They all understand this, as long as anyone who has faced death before understands it. Only such a person can understand. ——What kind of feeling does a person feel at the moment when he really faces death?Is it blank?Still nothing?Is it horror?Or absolutely calm? I can assure you that it's not something people who haven't experienced it imagined. I think that probably only those who have really faced death before would dare to make such a guarantee. Although the hearts of Cheng Dong and Guo Wen sank, the muscles in their bodies were tense. In that instant, they've forced all the potential of their lives into their muscles, into every muscle in their body. Only the vitality of the muscles can produce the elastic propulsion of the body, and only this "movement" can produce dodge and attack. ——Avoid the crisis, attack another potential crisis, and use offense as defense. Cheng Dong, who was as calm as frozen, and Guo Wen, who was as gentle as jade, suddenly did something that they would never do normally. They suddenly shouted in a very presumptuous manner. With a loud shout, the chest cavity expanded and the abdomen tightened, squeezing out all the zhenqi accumulated in the lungs, and the potential that had just been injected into the muscles also burst out at the same moment. This kind of power makes their bodies turn over from an impossible direction and to an impossible degree under a situation where there is absolutely no possibility of any further changes. The light of the knife flashed, and another move swept away the entire army, and the three brand-new coffins were also shattered under the light of the knife. This time, it should be absolutely impossible to miss. Their eyes were full of red threads, like two bloodthirsty zombies, eager to see blood gushing out from their knives. Unfortunately, this time they were disappointed again. With a sound of "Duo", the two knives were nailed into the beam of the ceiling at the same time, suspending the two people in mid-air, swinging like a pendulum. ——One mistake, maybe can be remedied, two mistakes, the opportunity is lost forever. ——Is there no ambush here at all? impossible. —Where is the ambush? have no idea. Cheng Dong and Guo Wen only hoped to use this pendulum-like rhythm to recover their strength in the shortest possible time. It's a pity that they have no chance. The battle between masters is a moment of life and death, as long as a mistake is made, it is fatal. For a person who has made two mistakes in a row, if he wants to pray for a third chance, it is not only a wish, but also stupid. Oddly enough, most people are like this. Because when a person is in despair, his thoughts and actions will become dull and stupid, because the fear of despair has cut off his sharp reaction like a knife. At this moment, the two empty coffins on the ground suddenly flew up, and three black figures leaped out from the bottom of the coffins. Cheng Dong and Guo Wen saw the cold light brought by the three figures flying up to their throats and hearts like lightning, but they had no strength left to parry or dodge. They suddenly felt like a dead fish that had been hung on an iron hook and could only be slaughtered by others. This is the first time they have felt this way.And for the last time. "Cheng Dong is cold and cautious, and Guo Wen is alert and agile. Together, the two are invincible. I believe they have never felt that kind of hopeless feeling in their lives." The elder sighed. "I believe they won't feel that way in the future." The boy said, "Dead people don't feel that way." "So when a person is alive, he should make good use of his thoughts and feelings, and never hang himself there like a dead fish to be slaughtered." "Yes." The boy said seriously, "I will definitely be very careful about this." His expression was not only serious but also respectful, because he knew that what the elder said to him was not a cliché, but a very painful lesson. The elder asked him again. "What are you thinking now?" "I was thinking, when the lights are turned on again, how many people will be left that Mr. Murong brought?" "Of course there aren't many left." "After Liu Mingqiu left, there was no news at all. Murong didn't ask if he succeeded, nor did he find out his whereabouts. known as Dead Town." The boy's voice was full of anger: "I think this approach is not only stupid, but also hateful. No one has the right to ask others to accompany him to die." "Of course you think it's abhorrent, and I would, too, when I was your age." "What about now?" the boy asked the elder, "What do you think now?" The elder pondered, and then asked back: "Do you still remember what their action was called?" Of course the boy remembered that it was ridiculous to use "moth" as the code name for the operation. But absurd things, but they are hard to forget. "Operation Moth." The young man suddenly changed color: "Could it be that the purpose of their action this time is like moths to a flame, and they are going to die in the first place." The elder smiles. Smiling is sometimes nothing more than a behavior when a person is in a happy mood, and sometimes it can be counted as an answer. An answer to a question that one does not want to answer, or cannot answer. The boy was also thinking.He didn't seem to expect the elder to answer his question either. ——Questions that others are unwilling to answer are usually only your own thinking.Using this kind of question to ask others is usually just a link in one's own thinking. "I understand." The young man said suddenly, "Their purpose of this operation is to die." "Oh?" The elder asked indifferently: "Do you think there are so many people in this world who really want to die?" "I didn't think so." "Why do people who don't want to die have to die?" "Of course they have another purpose." "What purpose?" "They..." The boy suddenly changed his words: "I don't mean them, but him." "I don't understand you." "They are the ones who are going to die, and he is the one who wants those people to die." The young man desperately tried to explain what he meant: "He wants them to die only because he has another purpose, those who don't understand People who just die may not even know what's going on." The elder stared at him for a long time before asking, "What do you think is going on?" "I think it was nothing more than a scam from start to finish." "trap?" "Murong took those people to die, but he wanted to put himself to death first and then live again, so that others would think that he was already dead." This kind of thinking is very strange, neither reasonable nor reasonable. But when his teacher looked at him, there was an extremely satisfied expression in his eyes. "Why does Murong want others to think that he is dead?" the boy asked himself. Usually only you can answer this question. "I've thought about many reasons." The young man replied to himself, "I've thought about it, and in the end there are only three words left." "Three words?" The elder asked, "Which three words?" "Chu Liuxiang." Chu Liuxiang was dead, and everyone in the world knew that he was already dead. In a remote town, after going through many twists and turns, what is the relationship between the ongoing battle of life and death and Chu Liuxiang who has been dead for a long time? Even if Chu Liuxiang is one of the most famous celebrities in Jianghu for thousands of years, if a celebrity has been dead for more than ten months, he is just a dead person.