The Ming army, who did not die in battle, lined up in rows, trying to make themselves look neat and tidy, and then waited quietly for one person.

The person waiting was naturally He Tengjiao, and he saw He Tengjiao holding a torch and keeping his head down, what was he busy with?

Soon, the guards of Zilharang also discovered the figures on the Duanli Gate, but Zilharang didn't care about him at all, and even the reports of the guards were deaf to him.

A man who was about to cut off his head and make a wine cup, Zilharan did not believe that he could raise any more waves, especially that in less than an hour the besieging party would begin to assemble.

Many Qing troops had not yet gotten up from their tents and stormed the Jiwang Mansion, and there was almost no need for much effort, and Zilharang finally got rid of the nightmare and relaxed physically and mentally.

"Uncle, He Tengjiao should know that his fate is not long in coming, and he will be nervous there, why don't we send a few people to his city to spread the word, and he will have fun."

"Well, it's also interesting, the niece is still in his heart, so send someone to entertain him, and let's continue drinking!"

The uncle and nephew were drinking, and Jierharang's eyes kept paying attention to He Tengjiao on the Duanli door, this old thing, how many days the Changsha offensive and defensive battles were fought, he scolded Jierharang for how many days, and it was not unreasonable for Jierharang to use his head as a wine glass.

"What is in the city? My assistant uncle has something for you to listen to! "A fast horse ran from the inner city gate, went straight to the Duanli Gate of the Jiwang Mansion, and just when he came, he beat the horse and circled, and pointed at the people at the head of the city with a horsewhip and asked.

He Tengjiao didn't wear armor, not even a robe, a vicissitudes of life showed a seven-point hardness, prominent cheekbones, sharp edges and corners, long scars were exposed at the eyebrow bones, and the dirt and blood and sweat stains on his face were mixed together, and the original color could not be seen.

The cavalryman couldn't tell who he was, so He Tengjiao stepped on the battlements with one foot and looked at him proudly.

"What's the matter, the king of your mountain bought his father, and wants to go to the pavilion to exchange the silver?"

"Old thing, you don't talk nonsense, my family Zheng Wang Ye wants to ask you, are you willing to invite him to a drink, if you want, he can consider letting you die after the city is broken!" Such conditions are generous enough, but it's just to invite my prince to drink, do you know that the Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, and there are really few people who have this qualification! ”

"Okay, this pavilion also likes to make friends all over the world, you go back and tell your master, let him just come over, this pavilion here, there is good wine and good food, if he dares to come, this pavilion will invite him, if he doesn't dare to come, it is a wild bastard raised by a cheap concubine!"

"You, you, you!" The man in the city couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, and finally threw down the next sentence, "The duck that is dying is hard, you wait!" ”

"Sigh," He Tengjiao took a sip and scolded him at his back: "Milky things that haven't dried up, dare to shout with this pavilion, and then go back and ask Ji'er Harang, is he still a drum when I am a hundred officials of the Ming Dynasty?" Left pat, right pat, can only hear a muffled sound, but can't let out a fart? ”

Victory was in sight, the army was assembled, the whole gear was slowly approaching, the sonorous sound shook the earth, and Zilharang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Nikan and said, "The day is almost dawn, and the hour has finally come." Hehe, it's finally here. ”

Nikan gave his uncle a slightly flattering look. Yes, it's here, it's time for the whole world to celebrate.

Of course, Jierharang didn't go to He Tengjiao to fight a wine lawsuit, He Tengjiao couldn't wait for him, of course it didn't matter, if he came, it would be the best.

Looking at the burning torch in his hand, He Tengjiao's eyes and mouth showed a treacherous smile, and then he picked up a pipa with his other hand, but threw the torch to the place where many ropes were concentrated, and then played the pipa freely.

The fingers stirred the strings, and the strings lit in all directions, igniting a line of stabbing fire......

"Wait for the cold, oh, oooh, oooh... Wow ......."

The song "Ambush on All Sides" jumped to the fingertips, He Tengjiao's sideburns drifted in the wind, and the sound of the piano was like a golden fight, and the sound moved the sky.

The siege of Xiaxia, the decisive battle of Chu and Han. Iron hooves and crossbow arrows flying! The wind was like a storm, and the rubble swept away. Those who heard it rose up and wept tears.

With his eyes closed and his head held high, he seemed to wander on the battlefield and float in the sky.

Columns, point generals, formations, marches, ambushes, small battles in Jiming Mountain, and battles in Jiuli Mountain.

He is an elegy for the overlord of Chu, he is the first hero in ancient and modern times, although he is defeated, he is still glorious!

Zilharang and Nikan also heard He Tengjiao's pipa, their ears were pricked, and the crimson wine syrup in the wine glass lay calmly.

The uncle and nephew were about to listen to the music when suddenly the wine in the cup splashed mischievously on Zilharang's beard and nostrils.

Zilharang had forgotten to care about his face and nose, for the scene that began to appear in his and Nikan's eyes was even more terrifying, 'Spring is still on fire, and the wind is spreading the hidden mines. ’

But Zilharang could no longer hear a sound, but a sea of fire rose in his and Nikan's eyes, and the sea of fire filled their eyes, and their hearts, suffocation, and paralysis, and then they felt nothing, and their hearts stopped beating for a long time.

The whole world is red, and the whole Changsha City is red, just like the flag behind He Tengjiao, like blood and song, like crying and complaining, standing proudly in the remnant wind in the darkest hour before dawn.

The smoke clouds that rose suddenly, like the rain falling in the sky, washed away the decay of the earth, and welcomed the grass to grow and the warbler to fly, and the spring of the next year.

At this time, He Tengjiao was not playing the piano at all, he was playing his own life, and his life and death, moving and breathing, all originated from this land.

He is a dancer and a musician, he sways to the melody, plays "Ambush on All Sides", and is the first of the six Jiuqing of the Ming Dynasty, but it is rocking his life.

The pipa is not a pipa, but like a guitar, sandwiched between his hands, the whistling heat wave stirs his beard and messy hair, the intoxicating sad wind lifts his trousers and middle coat, and he sways the melody of his life, in the first month of the world, rock and roll for a thousand years!

After the trembling earth, there was a dead silence, the world was suddenly gone, the enemy tower of Changsha City, the wine syrup on Jierharang's beard was still ticking, and Zheng Wangye, who was already stupid and couldn't tell the difference, asked sneeringly: "Who made things like this?" Who is it? Nima will kill him for me! ”

Nikan's ears were ringing, and when he saw that his uncle's lips were moving, he asked back with a shout that pierced the sky: "What did you say, uncle?" My nephew can't hear it! Yet even with such a loud voice, Nikan could not hear his own words.

Nikan's ears rang like a bell, but such a bell struck on Zilharang's originally picturesque heart, and he broke through the air and roared to the old man opposite: "He Tengjiao! We can't finish this! The old lady has to fight with you! ”