Chapter 162 Repay the king's intention on the golden platform, and carry Xuyue to die for the king.

Mingjin is not literally or the sound of striking a certain metal or a musical instrument such as a gong in a TV series.

The gold of Ming Jin is a musical instrument called a cymbal, a percussion instrument that has the same structure as a chime, but the sound it produces is somewhat different due to its shape.

The sound of the drum does not only mean the withdrawal of troops or the armistice, nor does the drumming only mean the attack, but the message conveyed by the sound of the sound of the drum is different according to the habits of each general or army.

But when the ceremony is held, both the gold and the drums are sounded at the same time.

The sound of cymbals is low and melodious, and the sound of drums is majestic and exciting, and the superposition of the two almost meets all the sound range that the human ear can bear, especially when hundreds of cymbals and drums sound in unison, it is really as if even the cold wind of winter is shocked and retreated.

Wang Xu stood on the platform, his cheeks, which had been stiffened by the cold wind, were rapidly surging with blood in his body because of the passionate drum beat and the harsh cymbals, his cheeks gradually became red, and his eyes became red.

The demagogic effect of these two instruments is too powerful.

If it is when the Qin army is a general, Mingjin beats the drum, and the sergeant below may shout the name of the country to the drum beat, instead of shouting 'Gale' in Zhang Yimou's movie.

Because at this time, only the name of the country is enough to overpower the sound of these golden drums.

But at this time, the lone bamboo soldiers under the stage have not yet fully formed the concept of this country or clan, and there are more than 14,000 people who have broken the army, all of whom are slaves who have just learned to speak normally.

The country and the nation still have some difficult words for them to understand.

But there is one word that is the first word they learn when they learn to speak, and it is also the one that they understand most thoroughly.

'Emperor'.

The word was the first word they understood, and in their conception it represented, fullness, warmth, and dignity.

So it's a supreme word.

They were used to the sound of drumming and singing gold in their daily training, but the sound of such a large-scale drumming and gold beating was mixed together, and the sound wave almost like a landslide passed through the ears, stimulating the hormones in their bodies.

There is a feeling like a fish in the throat, which makes everyone want not to vomit unpleasantly.

At this time, everyone can only think of this word, almost blurting it out.

"Emperor Xu!"

"Emperor Xu!"

"Emperor Xu!"

.......

The shouts that filled the sky broke the stalemate between the golden drums and the cold wind.

I don't know who led it, someone struck the cuirass with a tap.

The muffled sound of a person's hand armor and cuirass colliding was hidden in the sound of drumming gold, but when the sound of tens of thousands of armor hits converged into a torrent and collided with the sound of drumming gold, a wonderful change occurred.

It's like throwing mints into a Coke bottle.

Let the soldiers, who had been kneeling in front of the general platform for half an hour, almost a little frozen, slowly feel as if there was some kind of hot fire awakening in their bodies, and they were no longer afraid of cold and numbness.

Being called by tens of thousands of people, Wang Xu has seen such a picture at many concerts in later generations, but it is indeed the first time he has experienced it personally.

My head was blank because I had been shaken by the sound of the drums, and it seemed that my lost ability to think had come back all at once.

The instantaneous numbness of the scalp and the trembling sensation all over the body were reactions that Wang Xu had never felt.

I don't know if it's because of tears, covering the blurred vision, Wang Xu seems to see that the soldiers and civilians below are connected by invisible blood vessels, and at this moment he finally understood.

The word blood connection can really be felt and even seen.

Mo Kui looked at Wang Xu, whose expression had changed greatly because the mountain called his name, a trace of darkness flashed in his deep eyes, but it was fleeting, waving the bone scepter in his hand, and shouting Wang Xu's name with everyone.

The grand scene has an intuitive effect on the mobilization of people's emotions.

There were more than 20,000 soldiers in the main hall of the square, and 100,000 subjects on the periphery, some of them were slaves, some of them were Baidibu, there were even more savages in the mountains, and the so-called uncivilized barbarians, but at this moment, they all called the name of one person, and they were inexplicably in tears.

Crying may just be a physiological nerve stimulation that stimulates the tear ducts.

But also physiologically, crying is a direct reflection of human expression of physiological discomfort.

Excluding the emotion or emotion, in the sound of the golden drums and the cries of the Jiashan Mountain, everyone felt physiological discomfort, first of all, the heartbeat filter caused by the adrenaline surge.

But at the end of the day, even slaves who have long since lost their basic human behavior have genetic memories, both physically and psychologically.

Whether the army goes out to defend the country or expand the territory, it has nothing to do with them, and they will not be moved by the noble sentiments of these normal societies, and they will not even be touched.

But what really makes them emotionally out of control is that when everyone shouts the same name and does the same action, it will make them have an inexplicable sense of belonging!

Man's greatest enemy is sometimes not death, but always loneliness.

Because this species is a social creature when it is constructed, human beings are born with a fear and resistance to loneliness, whether it is mental or physical loneliness, even if this fear of loneliness is suppressed for practical reasons, but at a certain moment, it will be released all at once.

Just like everyone in the audience, they don't know what the righteousness of the family and the country is, nor do they understand what it means to protect the family and defend the country, let alone what it means to be for freedom, ideals, and justice.

But in this moment, they found warmth.

A warmth that banishes the loneliness deep within, like a wild beast finding a nest where it can rest.

They are born in the midst of a difficult struggle to survive, and the instinct to survive allows them to suppress the fear of loneliness, but it cannot stifle this desire for the collective or the same kind.

And the composition of ethnic groups, in addition to reaching a consensus on interests, if a consensus can be reached at the spiritual level, then there will be a lot of unnecessary contradictions.

It is also at this moment that these vague concepts of the same kind, compatriots, and the same race are deeply implanted in the minds of these people.

Including Wang Xu.

The kind of blood connection that Wang Xu saw was actually this sense of resonance after shattering loneliness.

But human resonance is a kind of torment for animals.

The lonely man is either a god or a beast.

The Golden Eagle, the Little Black Tiger and the Little White Tiger, as the three holy beasts of the Lonely Bamboo Country, the representatives of the gods, naturally will not miss the lively program of the oath of the generals, they are all placed on the throne, ready to be used as messengers to bless the soldiers on behalf of the gods.

Originally, according to Mo Kui's process of sacrificing to the Shang Dynasty, it was supposed to kill three animals first, and then kill some 'worshippers' as gifts to the gods together, so as to be able to exchange for the blessings of the gods.

There is no opinion on killing the three animals Wang Xu, but killing people as a sacrifice, he will definitely not agree, although Mo Kui still has the most heinous Sang sinners in his hands.

Therefore, this activity became, let these holy beasts carry some fruit wine and distribute it to the soldiers.

But as soon as the ceremony began, the movement was so loud that it startled two little tigers at once, but after all, it was a six-month-old milk tiger, even if Xiaobai had grown to the size of a calf, he still roared like a mosquito on hundreds of drums.

The golden eagle, which has a more sensitive sense of hearing, has become a penguin, but it seems to have the instinct to fly.

Originally, the golden eagle rested on the throne, but after the sound of the cymbals and drums, he fell down on the soft throne in fright, and then flapped his wings and scurried on the platform.

The golden eagle originally had a wingspan of more than two meters, and after being fed by Mo Kui and them, it grew a lot, and the feathers were coated with gold dust, so when it flapped its wings, it was like a small golden sun.

After wandering around the platform like a goose for a while, he finally regained his instinct to fly, let out a loud eagle's chirp, and even inserted the sound of cymbals and drums for a while, and then spread his wings and flew out from the golden platform.

But maybe it's been too long since I've flown and it looks more like gliding.

The golden eagle's chirping and spreading its wings interrupted the sound of cymbals and armor, and everyone was attracted by the golden eagle gliding down from the golden platform, and Mo Kui took the opportunity to let the god slave shout 'silence' before the ritual began.

Wang Xu watched the golden eagle hover over the main hall of the square for a while, and then quietly waited for Mo Kui to preside over the ceremony.

The artificial translation of the three divine slaves made the voice look very solemn, although Wang Xu knew that less than one-tenth of the people in the audience could understand, but it still did not hinder the effect of the entire ceremony.

"I respectfully ask God to believe and take the stage to accept it." After Mo Kui finished reading a long part of the sacrifice that he couldn't understand even when he couldn't sleep, he finally said a human word.

Li Xin, who had been waiting under the golden platform for a long time, was dressed in black armor, and slowly walked up the golden steps, and with each step, the officers on both sides of the steps would bow their heads and bow to show compliance.

Even the ink wolf, Zhai Qiu and others, who are ranked among the three princes and five senses, have to bow down on one knee, because they are the generals who go out to fight and represent the Son of Heaven.

Although the commander is actually Wang Li, Wang Li is not a lonely courtier, and he is not willing to covet this 'false name', so the good thing of taking the stage to worship the general falls on Li Xin's head.

Although this is an act of treason, Li Xin has no psychological pressure at all, after all, he has long considered himself a disciple of Wang Xu, but because Wang Xu has been prevaricating and not letting him join the nationality, this opportunity is just right, he took the stage to worship the general, and he thought he was a lonely bamboo man.

After Li Xin took the stage, he knelt down on one knee in front of Wang Xu and said loudly, "The last general, Li Xin, is willing to go to the soup for the emperor, die without resigning, do not break the enemy, and swear not to return to the division!" ”

Wang Xu took Situ Molian with his left hand and handed it over, inscribed with the inscription "Tang Zi put the Yue, to cut Kunwu, then cut the Jinyu".