Volume 2 Hundred Huā Kill] Chapter 77 Feeling

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Feelings

After Song Yang came back, the porcelain doll didn't ask a word about his performance on the battlefield today, maybe she was too confident in him so she didn't need to ask; Or maybe you're too worried to ask. It wasn't until the class talked about the battle situation just now that the porcelain doll knew that Song Yang had left the brigade and was wandering around on the battlefield by himself.

Soon, the porcelain doll helped Song Yang comb his hair, sat back beside him, and asked, "After a day's fighting, it seems that you are not tired at all." ”

The internal force is dormant and the memory is no longer there, this is the biggest two troubles faced by Song Yang, who has returned to life...... And today, from morning to dusk, several hours of rushing back and forth have already broken through the limit of usual endurance, but now Song Yang not only does not feel tired, but is full of energy.

The truth in this Song Yang is still very vague, and he himself doesn't know why he is not tired, and even he can't tell whether it is the recovery of internal force or the addition of new force to his body that supports him to do a day of killing.

He needed time to think about it.

The porcelain doll could see his thoughts: "I won't bother you, you think carefully." She stood up and pulled Master Ban away with her, giving Song Yang a quiet space. But she had only recently left and returned: "There was something I almost forgot, and maybe it helped you." When we came, you asked a senior grandmaster about the exercises, and he instructed him at that time: Your martial arts must be to kill and enlighten the Tao, and if you want to make a breakthrough, you have to kill on a large scale. Also, your killing method is called the dragon sparrow, and the name is as majestic as the momentum. ”

With that, she quietly retreated.

The air is suffocating, the haze in the sky does not disperse, and the heavy rain during the day seems to be just God's downward power, and the real Tianshui heavy rain is still slowly brewing.

Song Yang sat alone and quietly watched the bonfire. Tomorrow at the latest, there will be a bitter battle, he wants to clear his strength and exercises as soon as possible, originally it was for the sake of martial arts that he would have this meditation, but he couldn't control it himself, thinking about it and thinking about him, he was distracted. Unconsciously, his mind shifted from 'martial arts' to 'feelings'.

The feeling of the war knife in the hand, the feeling of looking at the four directions; the feeling of desperate and dying; The wooden whistle is piercing, and the feeling of being in a desperate situation... All of these feelings are caused by killing, but they involve more than just martial arts.

The power of the dragon sparrow was forged for him by Imperial Physician You; The last time he roared and died, Chen Hui helped him clear the three levels; And in that strange whistle, Luo Guan protected everyone sideways... Every feeling involves Song Yang's past, a major turning point in his life, and his most important 'memory'.

It's the memories, the memories hidden in the depths of his mind, just because of those familiar feelings, just a line, but it seems to be separated by a world, it seems that he will soon think about it but he can't find a clue anyway, the completely indescribable noise, húnluàn makes Song Yang feel irritable, and he even has some doubts that if he can't remember this time, maybe he will go crazy.

He had to devote himself to thinking and concentrate all his thoughts to break through the last barrier, and Song Yang needed absolute silence... It's a pity that it backfired, the porcelain doll was a relative, Bai Yin was a friend, and he wouldn't come to disturb him, but the enemy didn't care about it, Song Yang pondered for a while, and suddenly there were loud horns in the main array of sand in the distance, and then the cheers of luàn coaxing also drifted with the wind.

During the day, the sand lord did not negotiate and started to fight directly, he had already betrayed the tradition of the sand people, he said that he would not attack tonight, Bai Yin naturally would not believe it stupidly, as soon as there was movement on the other side, Bai Yin immediately strengthened his vigilance, Song Yang did not dare to slack off, took the war knife and jumped up, and rushed to the sand king's tent.

As early as when he collected the troops, he arranged sentry posts and probe horses, closely monitored the enemy's every move, and when he saw Song Yang coming, he said to him: "Don't be nervous, it's not the enemy coming...... If you say something wrong, everyone else is nervous, and you should say don't be too happy. ”

On the battlefield during the day, Song Yang's murderous appearance was all in the eyes of the sand king, and the people who survived in the wasteland never took life and death too seriously, but they had never seen this kind of murderous demon king before.

The Sand King was secretly a little glad that this monster was his own. If you really want to count the number of enemies who died in Song Yang's hands, it is not worth mentioning in this battle, but there is such a devil in the Baiyin array who wanders on the battlefield and is obsessed with killing, and it is not a heavy blow to the morale of the Sand Lord's army.

The Baiyin Sand King could almost guess that tonight in the camp of the Sand Lord's army, there were many people who were afraid and discussed with their comrades about a murderous king shuttling through the battlefield, just like the Baiyin warriors were talking about Song Yang's bravery.

Song Yang didn't have anything to explain, shook his head with a smile, and asked, "What is the Sand Lord's army doing?" ”

The sand king shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know yet, but there are people watching in front, and it should be rewarding when I wait." ”

Sure enough, the two of them chatted a few words, and after a while, the report in front of them was passed back. Something that can make the enemy cheer and make noise is naturally not good news for Bai Yin, the sand king has been prepared in his heart, but after hearing the news brought back by Tanma, he still sank his face and said to Song Yang: "The sand lord still has reinforcements." ”

If it was daytime, you could see it even in the white sound array, and on the horizon in the distance, there was a large area of wind again...... In the new sand regiment, a new corps is hidden.

The number of the sand lord's army is far superior to Bai Yin, and it is reluctant to fight an evenly matched opponent against Bai Yin during the day, and at this moment, people have added new forces, and they will fight again tomorrow, I am afraid that it will be really more auspicious.

The reinforcements of the sand lord did not directly converge with the front army, but under the slow urging of the marching drum, they went all the way forward and forward, directly into the battlefield during the day, into the sight of the Baiyin sandman, and then suddenly dispersed the yellow sand, in the sight, countless sharp blades cut through the night, cutting people's eyes with a faint pain!

The number of new armies was similar to that of the daytime army.

The sand lord did not break his oath, his new army never crossed the forbidden area, but just showed a posture to Bai Yin, and after doing enough intimidation skills, he slowly retreated and began to set up camp under the escort of the front army.

As a result, the already obvious advantages and disadvantages of the two sides have become even more exaggerated.

But the matter was not over, two hours later, the Baiyin soldiers who had been fighting hard for a day had fallen into a deep sleep, and when there was silence between heaven and earth, there were bursts of cheers from the camp of the sand lord, and their reinforcements were more than one.

The second team of reinforcements was the same, walking into the battlefield all the way, showing Bai Yin his military might and then slowly retreating.

All the Baiyin people were almost awakened, and the difference between friend and foe was so great that there was no need to calculate... Because it is meaningless to calculate clearly, the outcome of this battle has been decided, and there is no suspense.

King Baiyin Sha sat quietly in the big tent, his expression couldn't see anything, but his eyes were dim and abnormal, and his heart was repeated, only chewing three words: impossible.

The three armies, added up before and after, totaled nearly 300,000 troops, which is almost all the young and strong people of the Shamin clan. It is not surprising that the Sand King came out of the nest in order to deal with Bai Yin, and what really made Bai Yin puzzled was still the previous doubt: how could the Sand Lord gather the entire clan of warriors in just half a day, complete all the preparations for the expedition, and follow him straight to Bai Yin's camp?

How could he have brought a large army with Bai Yin just four days after he had set up camp.

It was already a miracle that the more than 80,000 people who had arrived at the first advance and started fighting during the day had arrived, and who would have thought that he would bring much more than that

War? There is absolutely no hope of victory, the opposite side is an army nearly ten times their own, the quality of individual soldiers is similar, there is no terrain available, there is no fortress to rely on, the only hope is only in the skilled military formation, but Mo said that it is a military formation, even the immortal family formation, and it can't stop the enemy ten times stronger.

Escape? As long as the enemy takes advantage of the situation to attack, Bai Yin almost has no chance to resist, and only the end of being slaughtered after the rout; What's more, the wasteland is reckless, and where to find a suitable camp in a hurry, it won't be long before the east comes, and the whole clan will be frozen to death in the snow.

If you only want to lose both, there is still a glimmer of hope: send a group of jīng soldiers to evacuate the camp, march for three days to the dwellings of the Shamin clan, burn and loot...... Mo said that it is impossible for the sand lord not to take precautions, even if the big clan is really not defensive, Bai Yin can't do such a thing, those fù children in the rear are not aliens, they are not dogs, they are all sand people.

The Baiyin Sand King sighed heavily, and the square inch was already luàn.

The king is still like this, let alone the people? Quietly, the Baiyin camp was depressed, and the soldiers returned to their tents to rest at the urging of the ministers, but no one could sleep again; The NV people were all around the children, muttering and saying love words that no one could hear but themselves; The old men spontaneously gathered in front of the high priest's tent and knelt down to pray, praying for the help of the gods to get Bai Yin through the difficult time, and if they could let the children continue to live happily, they were willing to sacrifice their lives.

As if the white sound was not depressed enough, there was a faint flash of lightning in the dark clouds in the sky, reminding everyone that there was still a heavy rain that was pressing on your heads.

Soon after, suddenly another messenger from the sand lord arrived, came to the white sound array, opened his voice and shouted: "The sand lord reminds the sand king of Baiyin, don't forget the meeting at dawn, whether the white sound can still exist in the last chance of the world, please cherish the sand king, must, must!" ”

After shouting seven times, the messenger closed his voice, turned and ran away......

Song Yang had already returned from the Sand King, and he stood still in front of his tent for a long time, standing quietly, raising his head to the sky, and he didn't know what to think again.

The porcelain doll said that he would not bother him, but in the form in front of him, tomorrow Song Yang will go to the battlefield, maybe he will never be able to go back, so today is the last night for everyone to be together, the porcelain doll hesitated and hesitated, or walked out of the tent.

Song Yang was looking up at the sky and was fascinated, he didn't pay attention to her approach and heard the movement, the porcelain doll didn't stop, until he walked to his side, stretched out his arms and hugged his arm: "What do you remember?" ”

Song Yang shook his head. The porcelain doll also looked up at the night sky with him, dark clouds covered the sky, there were no stars and moons in the dark night, and there was only endless darkness in the sight.

The porcelain doll looked up for a moment, turned her gaze back to Song Yang's face, and sighed softly: "I know everything about you, and time is running out now, but I still don't want to take the initiative to tell you, you... You won't blame me. ”

Regarding Song Yang's memories, Xie Zimiao has never given much explanation, she advocates letting Song Yang recall by herself, first, Song Yang's background is complicated, and it is not easy to explain clearly; On the other hand, Song Yang's life is 'light and affectionate', almost all of his major deeds are due to human affection, and it is useless for others to say that there are such things as feelings, so he has to find his own feelings.

In the past, Xie Zimiao didn't talk about the past, but now that everyone is dying, there is no point in concealing it, according to the ideas of ordinary people, it is better to be an understanding person before death than to be a fool after death. But Xie Zimiao still didn't want to say it.

If you don't talk about the past, Song Yang is the only one in his heart...... If he had to die, Xie Zimiao would like to be able to fulfill his little heart.

Of course, Song Yang couldn't guess her thoughts, and he didn't even listen to Xie Zimiao's words too much, just nodded absentmindedly and continued to look up at the sky.

It's a familiar feeling again: the atmosphere around is oppressive, the rain is falling at any time, and everyone is waiting for the dawn......

At this time, a sound sounded, and the class master walked out holding a small wine jar in his right hand and a few bowls in his left hand, and asked Song Yang and Xie Zimiao: "Do you want to have a drink?" ”

The porcelain doll smiled and nodded, and Song Yang did not refuse.

The bad wine was sour and bitter, even if he drank it every day, the class still couldn't get used to its taste, and he began to cough again after two sips, just like before, he was not allowed to help him beat his back, and he coughed for a long time, before he barely stabilized his breath, and gasped and said to Song Yang: "You don't remember a couple of husbands surnamed Qu, right?" ”

Song Yang shook his head blankly.

"The Qishi who was selected from Qingyang Prefecture with you, the two who sang... In particular, there is a tune, although it is difficult to reach the hall of elegance, but it is full of heroism and spirit. I've checked it, and the words were written by you, it's rare that you, a demon star, can still write such words. Master Ban spoke in a dead voice, obviously praising people, but revealing a yīn forest flavor.

Song Yangxin was not here, and asked casually: "What word, what tune?" ”

It was extremely rare, and the class master smiled at Song Yang: "When death is approaching, I can't help but want to sing the tune and the words I can't help but miss." ”

As he spoke, the class didn't wait for Song Yang to ask anything more, and opened his mouth to hum...... As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Yang's face changed suddenly!

Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and does not return?

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be full of joy......

The old man's voice went from low to high, and he was happy to himself, not caring if he would disturb the rest of the nearby Baiyin warriors. This poem has such power, if you can chew the true flavor in it, just a few sentences can make people forget their form! The class man raised his eyebrows and danced, raised the wine jar in his hand and poured himself another sip of wine, and was singing again loudly, but he didn't expect his throat to be angry, and he coughed loudly.

At this moment, in the deep night sky, a purple arc suddenly poked out, the rumbling thunder shattered the silence, and the heavy rain poured down.

In the north, in the wasteland, in late autumn, the rain was so cold, falling on the body, the porcelain doll shivered violently, pulled Song Yang with one hand and grabbed the class with the other, and was about to pull them into the tent to avoid the rain, but she never expected it, and before she could take a step, a burst of singing suddenly sounded around her!

The same tune, but with a more vigorous momentum, a more majestic and heroic taste, and then the words that the class adults could not finish singing, continued to sing.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

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Half of the time was about to enter the wine, Song Yang sang but did not stop singing, turned around and sang again, over and over again, his voice became louder and louder, unconsciously, the majestic inner strength gradually immersed in the singing, and the singing also changed from almost insignificant to even the thunder in the sky could not be covered, and finally even overwhelmed the roar of the rainstorm, and rushed back and forth with the Baiyin camp.

And the more he sang, the more clear Song Yang's god became, but the porcelain doll could see it clearly, and the torrential rain fell on his face, washing away tears, but he couldn't wash away the blood red in his eyes.

Will enter the wine, the glass will not stop!

Half of the body was buried deep in the earth, the sky was raining heavily, the waterlogging epidemic was breaking out at any time, and everyone around was silent...... The environment is completely different, but the same rain clouds, the same oppressive atmosphere, and the same uncertain life and death. The feeling in the camp just before the rain was similar to the mood of the people in the Red City that day when they were waiting for the heavy rain.

In his previous life and in this life, he never had the pain of that day; It was the freezing rain he had ever experienced that day.

And the rain that falls on the body at this moment, isn't it cold bī people, yīn cold and unbearable?

In recent times, memories have been stupid; During the daytime fierce battle, many familiar feelings of thorn jī; In the camp at night, there is an atmosphere of déjà vu; In addition to the song that was brought from the previous life to this life, if there was a reincarnation, Song Yang would continue to sing the 'Will Enter the Wine' in the next world, and the impact and shock again and again finally woke up his memories.

Song Yang woke up.

In fact, even if he didn't have today's experience, his memory would naturally recover after a while, but the extra stabbing jī could shorten the process a bit.

The song was sung earth-shattering, and after finally finishing speaking, Song Yang turned his head and looked at Master Ban and Xie Zimiao.

The old man looked at him coldly and said coldly: "Good singing, what a loud voice." But no matter how good you sing, it's useless, if you go to war tomorrow, you don't have to die. ”

For Song Yang, the class has always had no good words.

"If you don't die... If you are willing to promise not to contact the old party again, I don't want to leave you in the Uighurs, let's go back to Nanli together, and retire in Yanziping, that is, you usually have to avoid Li Da, no matter what, you are against him. ”

Master Ban was stunned: "Really? Then there was another exclamation: "Are you awake?" ”

Song Yang smiled and nodded: "Seriously." ”

The last bit of obsession of the old man in the world is nothing more than the old homeland, and he immediately wanted to nod his head and agree, but the old face was still a little unable to let go, and he raised his chin with his hands: "I have no intention of contacting the former students, but they are going to visit the elders, and I will not avoid them." ”

Song Yang waved his hand and smiled: "They don't know that you are in Yanziping, even if they know, it's fine, whoever comes to see you, I will beat whoever comes to see you, and no one will come after beating twice." ”

After speaking, he didn't care about the old man's reaction, and turned his eyes to look at Xie Zimiao.

The porcelain doll was already stunned, standing in the rain and looking at Song Yang in a daze, her eyes were extremely worried...... When he wakes up, he will know that I am not his wife.

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