Lao Jiang looked at me suddenly, with a clear understanding in his eyes: "Stepmother's song of breaking the formation?"
I nodded heavily: "Yes! Don't forget that I am a student at the Institute of Archeology. Although I don't understand it as well as you, I still remember that when the teacher talked about the history of the Shang Dynasty, he focused on the Shang King Wuding and his It is said that Fuhao was not only a beautiful queen, but also a powerful general. She was not inferior to men. She once led soldiers to conquer the five directions. She was revered as the "Goddess of War" by the Shang Dynasty and was Wu Ding's favorite. He has made great contributions in opening up new territories and expanding his territory!”
"In addition, Fu Hao was also entrusted by her husband Wu Ding with the important task of being in charge of the sacrifices all over the world. Whenever he went on an expedition, he would also perform divination to seek good or bad luck. It is said that when he went to conquer a tribe, the divination was unlucky, but Fu Hao insisted on going on the expedition. When the two armies were fighting, they ordered people to play military music, and the song "Stepmother Breaking the Formation" was played. All the soldiers were able to conquer the tribe successfully. "
"At that time, I thought that the so-called stepmother's breaking song was just to boost morale, but now it seems that the truth is not the case!"
Lao Jiang looked at me in surprise. He was silent for a long time before giving a thumbs up and said, "Okay, boy, your reading was not in vain."
I continued: "If the tune played by the bronze cymbals just now is the stepmother's song of breaking the formation, then the minds of those who hear it will be controlled, and their brains will be filled with bloodlust and killing. Naturally, they will not know pain, and one can fight against a hundred. ! Only such an army can be invincible."
Yin Ling'er hissed and asked if this would be too cruel.
Lao Jiang told her: "The society at that time was different from now. The Shang Dynasty did not regard slaves as human beings at all, and would kill slaves to sacrifice to heaven. Therefore, the ones who died in the charge at the beginning must also be slaves."
A soldier present did not mind this, but asked with bright eyes: "Then if these bronze cymbals are used on the current battlefield, wouldn't our combat effectiveness be increased several times?"
Another soldier retorted: "But this thing is too evil. What if after the war, we all become devils who bite everyone we see?"
I know that Lao Jiang didn’t really want to destroy these bronze cymbals.
After all, these are cultural relics, but no matter how precious the cultural relics are, they are not as valuable as an entire Yin Ruins archaeological team!
He stood aside with a frown, and He Lanxue said, "I think it's not that simple. We're not proficient in music, so how can we mess up people's minds by just making random sounds? Unless there's something else going on in these cymbals. , If they don’t understand it, even if they are destroyed, the archaeological team will not wake up.”
Lao Jiang thought it made sense, so he lowered himself down, asked me to shine a flashlight on him, and began to carefully examine the largest bronze cymbal with a magnifying glass. As a result, as I looked at it, I found that something seemed wrong inside the bronze cymbal...
"Look! Why are there so many dense lines inside?" Old Jiang pointed his hand.
I looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough I found that there were light red lines inside the black hole. Those lines were so thin that you might not be able to see them without a magnifying glass.
These lines are like ripples on the surface of a lake blown by the wind.
"What is this?" I was equally puzzled.
But a voice in my subconscious told me that the secret behind the madness of the Yin Ruins archaeological team must be related to these red lines.
At this moment, Lao Jiang was walking back and forth in front of the sacrificial pit with his hands behind his back, seeming to be racking his brains.
"Right! I understand."
While I was still guessing, Lao Jiang slapped his thigh fiercely and asked, "Have you listened to the record?"
Records are not uncommon in the society of the Republic of China. I also listened to "The Full Moon and the Flowers Are Good" and "Rose, Rose, I Love You" in the dance hall, but I soon understood what Lao Jiang meant.
"You mean..." I looked at the red lines again.
Lao Jiang nodded and said: "The principle of the record is to use lines to record the sound and then play it! So in fact, the stepmother breaking song just now was not played by us, but after we struck the bronze cymbals, it The internal texture plays by itself.”
"But these things are so delicate that you can't even see them with the naked eye. How did people make them thousands of years ago." I still couldn't believe it.
"Don't underestimate the ancients! The wisdom of the ancients is infinite." Lao Jiang sighed.
Even if we know the principle of this thing, we still don't know for a while, how to relieve the madness of those archaeological team members?
So he simply took these bronze cymbals back. Lao Jiang said that there was a master in Qilin who was good at deciphering cultural relics. Maybe he could be of help by then. As long as he deciphered the secrets, they could be safely sent in. The museum.
After all, it is a rare blessing for us to be able to see cultural relics from the Shang Dynasty thousands of years ago. Lao Jiang hopes that future generations can also have this luck.
Everyone thought it was feasible and agreed.
But after we moved all the bronze cymbals out of the sacrificial pit, we were faced with another problem, that is, what if we accidentally bumped into them in the car and caused this thing to ring?
If the driver goes crazy again, everyone in the car will be doomed.
Lao Jiang said that this is easy to deal with. Use our clothes and other soft objects to stuff the bronze cymbals tightly, so that the red fine lines will not vibrate and make sounds.
"I'll take out all the spare cotton-padded clothes in the truck." A soldier volunteered and walked towards the truck.
However, while we were busy stuffing clothes into the bronze cymbal, suddenly, a transparent piece of paper as thin as a cicada suddenly floated out of the bronze cymbal, blinding the eyes of a soldier next to us.
"It hurts so much. Please help me. I can't see my eyes."
The piece of paper stuck firmly to the soldier's face, and he couldn't tear it off no matter how hard he struggled. Only two bloody tears flowed down his eyes.
"Stand there and don't move!"
Lao Jiang's eyes narrowed, and he took out the black knife with a scratch, trying to pick the piece of paper off the soldier's face.
Unexpectedly, the piece of paper seemed to be alive. The next moment, it crawled along the knife and towards Lao Jiang's hand, unable to shake it off!
After all, Lao Jiang was a man who had experienced great battles. At the critical moment, he calmly turned the handle of the knife over and stabbed his own hand.
The piece of paper had been expected, and it was floating in my direction again. I was so scared that I picked up a shovel and swatted it away.
The black shovel smashed the paper into pieces in an instant. However, as the pieces fell, I clearly saw five red flying insects flapping their wings and flying into the air.
"What the hell is this?" I was puzzled. As if in response, more pieces of paper floated out from the bronze cymbals.
The pieces of paper danced in the air, accompanied by bursts of buzzing insects.
Only at this moment did I see clearly, mother, what kind of paper are these, they are clearly human skins peeled off one by one!
The pieces of human skin peeled off are so thin that even the human pores on them can be clearly seen.
They are like painted female ghosts, dancing around us, bewitching and terrifying.
Lao Jiang shouted at me: "Boy, this is human skin parasitized by blood flies. Don't let them touch it, or they will eat you up in a minute."
A piece of human skin flew towards Old Jiang, and was split into two pieces by the silver light of Old Jiang's black knife, and a group of red flying insects emerged.
I guess those things also knew that He Lanxue and Lao Jiang were difficult to deal with, so they turned to attack Yin Ling'er and me. Yin Ling'er shook her bamboo basket, and those human skins did not dare to come close. Only me and an unlucky soldier ran and shouted for help.
The soldier's eyes were covered with blood. He loaded the bullet in a panic and fired at the human skin.
But they are so flexible that they can dodge a bullet just by floating around. I gritted my teeth anxiously, snatched his rifle without hesitation, and quickly knocked off the two human skins that floated over!
Just when I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, Lao Jiang suddenly shouted: "Run!"
Usually when Lao Jiang calls me in this tone, it's a sign of urgency, so I drop the finished gun and run away without even thinking about it. But the soldier next to me was not so lucky. He saw a dense swarm of red flying insects, like a blood-red tide coming in, and instantly enveloped his body.
The soldier only struggled twice before dying. His arms, neck, calves and other exposed skin were all covered with red flying insects. The scene was extremely terrifying, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
Fortunately, these insects were not very intelligent. When they saw the corpse, they all clung to it desperately. Lao Jiang seized the opportunity to pour a bucket of gasoline from the car on the corpse, then lit a match and threw it over.
In an instant, a sea of fire rose up from the corpse, and the fire burned fiercely driven by the wind.
Those red flying insects rushed westward, and even if they were lucky enough to fly out, they would only fly a few meters before falling to the ground, and they would all be dead in the blink of an eye...
I asked Lao Jiang with lingering fear what was going on?
There was nothing in the bronze cymbals just now. Where did they come from?
Lao Jiang returned to the bronze cymbal, holding a black knife and a magnifying glass to look inside. He exclaimed in surprise: "Those red lines are gone."
"It's gone? How is it possible? We just returned..." Halfway through my words, I suddenly remembered something. Could it be that those fine lines were human skin adhered to the bronze cymbal.
Because they are so well disguised, we don’t even know they are alive.
It turns out that this is the real secret of the bronze cymbal!
At the same time, Lao Jiang told me that blood flies are an extinct hymenopteran insect. Like bees, males have a lower status than females, so this group of blood flies is controlled by a queen fly.
The reason why the members of the archaeological team go crazy every hour and want to return to the sacrificial pit crazily is because these blood flies have become parasitic in their bodies.
It's midnight when the queen flies call for their hunt!
