Yun Han: "Let's go, Luan Shuang!" ”

"I can't convince you, and you still want to convince me?" I picked a few strings and plucked the strings, "It's been a long time since I've played the piano." ”

Yun Han let out a long sigh: "This is my lover's Qin, she was conscripted into the army a few years ago, but died in childbirth. ”

Me: "What's her favorite song?" ”

Yun Han: "As long as it's a war song, she likes it." ”

I chuckled.

A melody without clothes, flowing from your fingers.

The sound of the piano vibrated and seeped into the historic rocks and tiles of the Grey Wind Castle, echoing the fighting of the soldiers, and the sound of swords striking was mesmerizing.

Gradually, some soldiers began to chant: "How can you say that you have no clothes?" with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son! ”

"Kill!" Northern dialect

"Kill all these bunnies!" Northern dialect

"Brothers, Lao Tzu is alone, I will leave this life here today! In the next year, when the god of Sa Lan throws down the peach pit, let us all be reincarnated and reborn in the peach forest! Be brothers again! ”

"Kill! The people of the Northern Regions killed my wife and children, and even if I die, I will die with you! ”

Yun Han panted and sang:

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and have the same enmity with the son!

"Do you say you have no clothes? With the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear halberd, and work with my son!

"Do you say you have no clothes? with the Son. Wang Yuxingshi, repair my armor soldiers, and go with my son! ”

The soldiers sang along.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.

They were besieged, each covered in blood, back to back, in the sunlight of the side plugs, with their weapons pointed at the enemy.

Someone had a broken leg, endured severe pain, was supported by his brothers, jumped back.

Point your weapon at the enemy.

Around them, at their feet, countless soldiers turned into corpses.

Their still warm bodies were stacked on top of each other, blood flowing down the slates, deepening the color of the sand.

Some of them died with the Northern Soldiers, holding the spears of the Northern Soldiers to meet the enemy. One spear went down, and two were skewered.

It's been two hours since I started playing.

In order to diagnose the pulse more keenly, I used Luo Heng's potion to remove all the cocoons that I had cultivated by practicing martial arts on my hands. After playing the piano for so long, my fingers were cut.

Blood dripped on the jade qin, and under the sunlight, drop by drop.

"Hmph, dying throes."

Amos' voice came from under the wall.

The soldiers of the Northern Regions herded the remaining survivors into a circle, and Amos, riding a tall horse, finally appeared.

I kept singing, and the surviving soldiers sang non-stop.

"Yo, there's another one on top." Amos climbed the stone steps.

Unlike what he saw that day, he was not wearing a military uniform at this time, but like a wealthy businessman, wearing a hand full of gold and jade wrenches. Among the heavily armed soldiers with weapons, it looks particularly leisurely.

I ignored him and continued to play this unclothed song.

Amos: "Why, you think that if you keep playing, the people below will stay alive." ”

"No, it's just a good beginning, there must be a beginning and an end." I took a deep breath and used the fingers on my hand to finish the last note.

The singing of the soldiers below came to an abrupt end.

All the beliefs that I had insisted on seemed to collapse at this moment, and I heard the muffled sound of weapons being thrown to the ground.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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