At the back of the ship, a huge long oar enters the water.

An old boatman with thick arms and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, like carved out of a knife, grasped the tail end of the long oar with both hands.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and muttered something in his mouth.

"Mazu bless, Dragon King bless...... Blessed by Zhong Jun!"

Then he opened his eyes, and the slow, majestic song of the ship sounded again:

"Hey...... Roar...... Phew—"

A deep voice burst out of his chest.

This voice once burst out in the chest of his grandfather and father, and once reverberated above the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

And at this time, echoing above the South Sea, before the storm.

This song, like blood, is flowing in their blood, deeply imprinted into their bones and genes.

From generation to generation.

At this time, the boatmen worked in groups of several people and followed together.

"Hey...... Roar...... Phew!!"

The long oar moved!

The majestic voice echoed in the muffled cabin, and the thick arms shook the huge whirling oar.

The wind blew the hull of the boat, the waves gradually got bigger, and under the sea, there was a turbulent current, as if there was a naughty elf, grabbing the long stroke, which made people unable to hold it and shake it.

"Hey, hey!" the boatman said.

"Hey, hey!" Countless pairs of thick arms shook the long oar, and the ships were turning hard to meet the storm!

On the deck of the treasure ship, Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes and put his hands to his ears, monitoring the movement of the storm at any time.

Beside him, the soldier was still holding him tightly.

After a long time, Gu Xiaobai opened his eyes: "Keep course!

"Keep course!" Zheng He commanded loudly, and then on the mast, a flag bearer tied himself to it, waving the colored flag in his hand.

In the distance, colorful flags fluttered, echoing his banner.

Gu Xiaobai clenched his fists, and at this moment, he didn't know if he could succeed.

Whether he will lead these people to the road of life or to destruction.

The most invincible fleet in the world, the lives of more than 20,000 people, at this moment, are in his hands.

What a heavy, terrible pressure it is.

If you are really in this era, on this sea, before the storm, and in Gu Xiaobai's position, you will know what a difficult choice this is.

To tell the truth, in the face of the approaching storm, looking at the faces as far as the eye can see, Gu Xiaobai's heart is losing hope little by little.

This is 600 years ago, this is a wooden sailing ship, this is a ...... A more powerful storm than the one that the Zhongjun faced six hundred years later!

He could hear the infrasound like the heartbeat of a monster, echoing across the sea, sweeping through everything.

Whales retreat, seabirds land, and all living beings are retreating!

And they are forging ahead!

Will we really be able to get through it?

Is it that lowering the sails, cutting the masts, and praying to heaven is what we should do?

He used to be the emperor who ruled the world.

He used to be the peerless god of war who swept the field.

But at this moment, he is facing an opponent who is indeed impossible to defeat with manpower, and the power of heaven and earth!

His heart was full of confusion and an unspeakable sense of powerlessness.

Could it be that I've done so much and still ...... Want to lose under the power of heaven?

At that moment, he heard a long trumpet coming from under his feet.

"Hey......~~~Hey~~ Yo ho ho ~~~~~~~ ho!"

"Yo ~~~~~~ hey, hey, hey~~~~~~ yo!"

The voice was muffled, across the deck, across the wind.

But the deck can't stop it, and the wind won't blow away!

"The Yangtze River is long and long—

The waves roll into the distance –

The high mountains and cliffs can't stop it—

Rushing out of the mountain gorge to the ocean ......"

The melody is tactful, like a surging river, rushing from under your feet.

Then an even deeper voice came:

"Hey...... Hey!"

"Hey...... Hey!"

The long oar is waving, and the 10,000-ton giant ship under its feet is accelerating!

Gu Xiaobai clearly felt that a force came up from under his feet, breaking through the waves and facing the wind.

Hasten!

In the next second, countless soldiers, shipwrights, officials, and generals sang loudly together.

"Dense fog on the river - (hey, hey, hey) everywhere!"

"Dark clouds—(hey—hey) cover the Yangtze River ↗—"

"Join hands and swing - (hey-hey) and oars~~~"

"Push through the clouds and mist - (hey-hey-hey) welcome the sun!!"

"Hey...... Hey...... Hey...... Hey!"

Hasten!

"Hey...... Hey...... Hey...... Hey!"

Hasten!

"Whoa—"

Hasten!

At that moment, it seemed that an invisible force was injected into Gu Xiaobai's body.

What kind of song is this?

These boatmen and soldiers used to just sail on the river.

And now, they are on the most vast and unfathomable sea.

But it doesn't matter, wherever we are, as long as we work together.

You will be able to see the light of day and survive this storm!

He took a deep breath and slowly spread his hands and lifted them.

Nothing can stop us!

Until the last minute, who knows if it will be a victory or a defeat!

If you don't work hard to fight, how can you win!

It doesn't matter who the enemy is, whether it's Tianwei or fate.

None of them can stop us!

Come on!

Come out!

The Lyre of Bells and Drums!

Gu Xiaobai's side, above his head, a clock and a drum appeared.

Above the darkened sea, a golden light emanated.

It was like in the sky, countless suns appeared, illuminating the entire sea.

Zhong Jun, Coming!

"Boom!", a huge war drum beats.

It's like a second heartbeat above the sea.

At this moment, a giant who stood tall in the sky and the earth crawled out of the sea and bravely faced the terrible storm!

"Knock! knock!"

In the midst of the drums, the heavy singing sound sounded again.

"Hey......~~~Hey~~ Yo ho ho ~~~~~~~ ho!"

"Yo ~~~~~~ hey, hey, hey~~~~~~ yo!"

"The Yangtze River is long and long - hey!"

"The waves roll into the distance—hey!"

"The mountains and cliffs can't stop it—hehe!"

"Rush out of the gorge to the ocean - hey, hey, hey!"

"Hey...... Hey...... Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey !!"

"Hey !!!!!"

Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes, and a high-pitched and loud singing voice sounded:

"Dense fog on the river - (hey, hey, hey) everywhere!"

"Dark clouds—(hey—hey) cover the Yangtze River ↗—"

"Join hands and swing - (hey-hey) and oars~~~"

"Push through the clouds and mist - (hey-hey-hey) welcome the sun!!"

The deep drums, the melodious bells, and the loud singing are above the sea, covering hundreds of miles.

Under the sound of singing and drumming, hundreds of huge ships, thousands of sails, ten thousand long oars, and countless beating hearts.

Let's beat together!

Beneath the sea, countless swimming fish have dived into the deep sea.

Above the sea, countless seabirds gathered their wings and cowered in the corners of the ships.

Beside the coast, countless creatures are scrambling to climb onto the shore.

But above the sea, there is a group of people who are bravely moving forward.

Why, this earth is the earth of man.

Because humanity never flinchs!

No matter what lies ahead, no matter how much danger there is.

It shouldn't be such a challenge.

Nothing can make us afraid!

Six hundred years ago, in the South Seas, before the storm, an unknown feat.

Once, the bravest duel.