Xiang Yu walked out of the tent with Zhuge Liang, and saw three hundred Chu soldiers outside the tent with a confused face.

The people who had already sung the Chu song that sounded in all directions were panicked, what did King Xiang do with the people who were good at singing? Don't we miss our hometown enough?

Xiang Yu, who was dressed in a military uniform and a red cloak, glanced at everyone present with his majestic eyes, and all the soldiers bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at him.

"The Han army is singing our Chu song and wants to shake our military heart."

Xiang Yu crossed his hands on his hips, and his voice was like a bell, "But how do they know that our Chu army now has its own war song." ”

"Battle Song?"

Chu Pawn raised his head one after another, this was the first time they had heard this word.

Xiang Yu pointed at Zhao Yun: "Zilong, this king is singing to you now, and when you learn it, I will tour the camp and sing it, and let all the soldiers sing my Dachu war song." ”

"Whoa!"

Zhao Yun clasped his hands into fists and sang loudly.

Zhuge Liang seemed to have an understanding, shook the feather fan in the cold wind, and watched King Xiang's performance.

Yu Ji put on a red cloak and stood in front of the tent quietly staring at her man, letting the cold wind blow the green silk, her eyes were full of love.

Xiang Yu cleared his throat and sang a loud and majestic song.

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost. ”

"The heart is like a vast river, seventy battles, vertical and horizontal, who can resist."

"Hatred, halberd, how many siblings are loyal to their souls in other places, how to repay their family and country with a hundred deaths, endure sighs and regrets, and are speechless with blood and tears."

"The horse's hooves go south, people look north, people look north to the grass and yellow dust, I am willing to defend the land and reopen the territory. The dignified Chu State wants to let the Quartet come to congratulate. ”

A passionate and majestic song was sung by Xiang Yu in the accent of the Chu State, which immediately made the blood boil in the blood of the three hundred Chu soldiers, and the sorrow in their hearts because of the embattled song disappeared.

Music has no borders, and music has no era, although people in this era have never heard such tunes, but it does not prevent them from being infected by the majestic singing.

"Oh king, it's good!"

"King, mighty!"

"Da Chu, you will win!"

The three hundred soldiers waved their fists and shouted, their voices were high-pitched, and they soon attracted the attention of many Chu soldiers, and they all came out of the tent to find out.

Even Zhuge Liang was moved, only feeling his blood surging, and even had an urge to pick up his sword and get on the horse, "Tsk...... How could the king create such an impassioned battle song in such a short period of time? Simply a genius. ”

Yu Ji had tears in her eyes, and couldn't help but murmur softly: "My king has ignited his fighting spirit again, it's really good, the overlord of Western Chu, the eternal god of our Chu country." ”

"Zilong, sing along with me this time."

Xiang Yu knew that he couldn't learn it once, so he patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder and told him to take three hundred soldiers to learn from him.

"Da Chu will win!"

The enthusiastic Zhao Yun didn't sing anymore this time, and gave a salute with his fists, "Please lead the singing." ”

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost. ”

Xiang Yu once again looked up to the sky and sang, singing not only a song, but also his own heart.

Although it was the first time for the three hundred Chu pawns to hear this kind of song, there was a raging fire in their hearts, and they sang together under the leadership of Zhao Yun.

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost......"

Yu Ji also chanted, and then drew her sword and danced: "The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north." The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost......"

Uniformly, the passionate and majestic songs sounded in the Chu army camp, and the singing soared into the sky, which lifted the spirit of the sluggish Chu army. More people walked out of the tent and pricked up their ears to listen, and countless Chu pawns followed and hummed softly.

"The heart is like a vast river, seventy battles, vertical and horizontal, who can resist."

"Hatred is crazy, the halberd is wanting, how many siblings are loyal to their bones......"

After Xiang Yu taught three times in a row, Zhao Yun and the three hundred Chu pawns had already sung skillfully and freely, and their singing voices were more neat and more passionate.

Xiang Yu kept beckoning the surrounding Chu troops to join the chorus, "Brothers, sing together, this is the war song of our Chu people, this is the military song of our Chu people!" ”

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon rolls, the horse neighses, and the sword aura is like frost......"

Hundreds of Chu troops chanted along, and soon influenced the nearby camps, followed by thousands of people singing with their heads held high, and finally developed into a chorus of 100,000 people.

The huge singing even made the temperature higher, making the cold wind detour, making the hungry and cold Chu Jun feel his blood boiling, and he completely forgot about the cold.

The majestic singing soon overshadowed the resentful Chu Ge, so that some of the infected Han soldiers followed suit, humming quietly at first, singing and singing uncontrollably, and they all started singing.

For most of the night, the place within a radius of hundreds of miles below sang "Loyal to the Country", it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, and the resentful Chu Ge had long been gone.

Han Xin, who had slept for a while, was woken up by the majestic singing, got out of the bed and listened for a long time, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Interesting, there is a master in the Xiang army?" ”

Liu Bang scolded angrily: "Stop, stop, stop...... What are you singing? Han Xin's bad idea, don't sing it! I don't know and think I'm cheering for Xiang Yu, who will sing and cut his tongue again! ”

After the order was passed down, Liu Bang, who was eating barbecue alone in the handsome tent, hummed a few words from time to time: "The wolf smoke rises, and the country looks north...... Tsk, not to mention, it sounds much more impassioned than Chu Ge, and I don't know which wizard made this tune? If he is caught by our army, let him sing it to me every day. ”

The majestic Jingzhong served the country and sang for most of the night on the plain.

Under the cover of night, Ji Bu followed Xiang Yu's instructions and quietly packed the soil near the fence with dead branches, dead grass, and dead leaves into sacks, and then built a grain stack in the southeast corner of the camp, stacked densely and layer upon layer, and finally piled bags of corn from around and on top of it.

From a distance, a "grain mound" appeared in the camp of the Chu army, which seemed to be enough for 100,000 people to eat for three months.

When he woke up in the morning, Xiang Yu took Zhuge Liang to inspect, and saw a figure circling around the grain mound from a distance.

"Wait."

Xiang Yu stretched out his hand and pulled Zhuge Liang to hide behind a tent, quietly observing Xiang Bo's behavior, and seeing what this Erwuzai wanted?

"Zuo Yin's behavior is a little strange."

Zhuge Liang shook the feather fan, seemingly unintentionally but intentionally reminded Xiang Yu, after all, the two are uncles and nephews, Zhuge Liang is suspicious, and he is cautious by nature, he does not dare to speak rashly, so he can only knock on the side of the reminder.

Xiang Yu sneered: "Since he agreed with Liu Ji to marry him, he doesn't know if his surname is Xiang or Liu." ”

Because he trusted Xiang Bo so much, even if he came forward to block Xiang Zhuang at the Hongmen Banquet and let Liu Bang escape from death, he didn't blame him.

Even in the chasm, he tried his best to save Liu Bang's father, and he didn't blame him, but he didn't expect that in the end he was dismantled by Liu Bang's men, but he was the sunshine of the big man, and he was given the surname Liu.

Other Xiang Yu can bear it, and Xiang Yu will change from Liu to Liu, which is absolutely unbearable.

However, after all, Xiang Bo is Xiang Yu's own uncle, Xiang Yu knows that his current reputation is rotten, and killing Xiang Bo without conclusive evidence will make it even worse, and even lose the heart of the Chu people.

Therefore, he can only wait, wait for the opportunity, wait for the evidence.

Ji Bu sent fifty Chu soldiers to guard the mound-like grain pile, and idle people were forbidden to approach. But there is no need to step forward, as many sacks piled up on the edges are half-open, revealing the slightly yellowed corn inside.

"I've seen Zuo Yin."

The Chu pawn hit his chest with his fist and greeted Xiang Bo with the military salute of the Chu people.

Zuo Yin is the prime minister of Zuo, and he is the uncle of King Xiang, Xiang Bo's status can be said to be above 10,000 people under one person, so he is naturally not an idle person.

Xiang Bo put his hands behind his back, shook his head and asked, "Mm-hmm...... When did this grain arrive? ”

"I don't know."

Chu Shu replied crisply, "When General Ji Bu transferred us, this grain was already piled up, and I didn't know anything else. ”

"Lift the tarp and let me take a look."

Xiang Bo bent down, wanting to tear off the tarpaulin covering the grain mound, and find out, "In the past few days, the frost and cold have been heavy, and it is easy to mold if it is covered so tightly. ”