Many refugees have reached the limit, they have difficulty even moving their fingers, Zhao Hanzhang and they walked by, but they only raised their eyes to look at them vainly, their eyes were numb.

Shi Le had seen a lot of dead people, and he couldn't help but be frightened at this time, and whispered to Zhao Hanzhang: "They can't live." Zhao Hanzhang was silent, slowly approached the city wall, and looked up in the direction of the east city gate for a while, his face was calm,

"Prepare for a surprise attack." If you have to die, it is better to die because of her, and you can save more people. Like Zhao Hanzhang, there are also people in the city who have always remembered the refugees outside the city.

Jinyang has been under siege for a long time, and not only the refugees outside the city are sad, but the pressure in the city is also great. Liu Kun felt uncomfortable in his heart, he couldn't sleep for a long time, he went to the city gate, saw the sparkling fires outside the city, the refugees in the firelight, and then looked at the quiet but persistent Huns on the other side, and then looked at the lonely moon in the sky, and suddenly felt lonely.

He turned his head and asked,

"How's the Hu Ji song that the soldiers practiced?" Left and right said respectfully: "It's already seven minutes cooked." Liu Kun said, "Call them up to the city tower." Zhao Hanzhang looked in the direction of the east of the city, and was discussing with Shi Le in a low voice, whether to attack tonight after a little rest, or wait until the dawn of the morning to kill the enemy, when he heard a sad and distant music.

Zhao Hanzhang was slightly stunned and looked up at the city in the distance. Shile was also stunned,

"I heard that Liu Yueshi has a high musical attainment, but at this time, he ...... playing music" Zhao Hanzhang didn't speak, listened carefully, and a whistling sound started, it was Liu Kun.

He stood on the city tower and raised his head and howled, there were no lyrics, only whistling, but the tune was sad, very similar to the rural voice of the Huns.

Not only the Xiongnu people, but also the Xiongnu people also have such a local sound, Shi Ledu listened to it for a while, and in Liu Kun's singing and Hu Ji sound, he remembered his mother who was outcast, and the life in the village when he was a child, he was stunned for a while, and his eyes couldn't help but have tears.

The refugees leaning against the wall looked up in a daze, staring blankly in the direction where the music came, if they died at this time, would they be able to see their families and return to their hometowns?

The Hun soldiers who stared at Jinyang City with knives couldn't help but think of their families and hometowns, they had been out for a long time, I don't know what the situation was at home, I heard that Pingyang City was forced by the Zhao army, and their relatives were separated, I don't know if they can still find people back...... The city that has not been attacked for a long time, as well as the relatives who don't know where to go, and the confused future of life and death, make the hearts of the Hun soldiers tug at each other.

One of the soldiers cried bitterly, got up after a while, and quietly moved back, he wanted to go home, go home to find his relatives, he had to make sure they were still alive...... One person got up, and some people around him began to quietly move back with him.

The generals who were bowing their heads and wiping their tears reacted, their faces changed greatly, and they immediately shouted: "What are you waiting for, camp late at night, don't move in vain." Some stopped, but others retreated like demons.

Seeing this, Liu Sheng, who led the troops, sighed and said: "The will to fight is no longer there, staying here is just giving up your life in vain, let everyone retreat, withdraw twenty miles first, and come back when the army's morale is reinvigorated." The adjutant general could only respond and order people to retreat.

The Xiongnu soldiers retreated to the sound of Liu Kun's whistle and beard. Zhao Hanzhang came back to his senses from the music, saw the Xiongnu army retreating a little scattered, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he immediately said to Shi Le: "Go and order troops, you lead 3,000 troops from twenty miles away to rush from south to north, I will rush from west to east, and kill after converging with the center of the Xiongnu!" Shi Le was shocked: "Since they have retreated, why don't they take the opportunity to take in the refugees...... Zhao Hanzhang waved his hand and said: "I never pin my hopes on others, especially the enemy." Although there is indeed an allusion to Liu Kun and Hu Ji retreating from the enemy in history, but no one knows what happened later, if she was the other party's generals, she would also temporarily withdraw from the army, and then take advantage of this matter to reinvigorate the morale of the army, as long as they told them that they could go home to pick up their wives and children, parents and relatives to Jinyang for reunion, she believed that the soldiers would definitely work hard.

Therefore, there are pros and cons to this matter, and she prefers to take the initiative in her own hands. Although Shi Le didn't agree with it in his heart, after all, they only had 5,000 people, 5,000 against 20,000, and the difference in numbers was too great, so they were still very capable of fighting the Huns.

But this is Zhao Hanzhang's order, this is the first time he has fought since surrendering, and he can only obey. So Shile took the order and went away.

Zhao Hanzhang was about to leave, and the music on the city was still far away, but there was less sadness, more tolerance and calling.

Zhao Hanzhang's footsteps stopped, this song is very familiar. Her eyes were slightly condensed, and she whispered to Ming Pre: "Mr. Ming, you go into the city and let Liu Kun lead the troops to support us." Ming Yu whispered: "The Huns may not retreat, at this time the door attracted them, in case they hit a horse pistol, wouldn't it harm Jinyang?" Zhao Hanzhang: "Then find a way to transmit information to the city without alarming them." "Tomorrow: ...... Where can he figure out what to do at this moment?

"Shoot an arrow into the city, and the arrow carries a message?" Without waiting for Zhao Hanzhang to reply, he had already shook his head and said: "No, the movement is still big, and the Huns are not stupid." Zhao Hanzhang was in a hurry to take Zeng Yue back to order troops to fight, the more anxious she was, the clearer her mind became, she paused and looked at Fu Tinghan,

"I gave this score to Liu Kun, but I only sent the score at that time, and I didn't send the lyrics, if you sing harmony outside the city, he will definitely know ......" Zhao Hanzhang paused and said: "Even if he can't comprehend, because you sing harmony, he will lead you as a confidant, with his character, he will definitely find a way to send someone out to find you." After all, Liu Kun is a music enthusiast.

After Zhao Hanzhang finished speaking, he ran away, and left all the guards to Fu Tinghan. Fu Tinghan couldn't hold her,

"But I sing out of tune...... "Zhao Hanzhang has disappeared." Fu Tinghan looked helplessly at the direction in which she disappeared, and could only turn his head to look at Ming Yu and Zhang Bin.

Ming Yu and Zhang Bin said that they couldn't help, and they didn't know the lyrics. Fu Tinghan could only clear his throat and hum tentatively while listening to the melodious music in the city...... He memorized the lyrics, even the music corresponding to each lyric, and he knew what the right key was, that is, he would change the tone when he hummed it.

Prediction: ...... Zhang Bin lowered his head to hold back his laughter, silently took two steps back, and hid himself in the shadows, so as not to laugh out loud and be hated by Fu Tinghan.

Ming pre listened to it twice and stopped Fu Tinghan,

"Lang Jun, I'll come." Ming Yu has a very high musical accomplishment, although Fu Tinghan sings very fragmented, but the music in the city is complete, and the lyrics he sings are clear and legible.

I remembered it at a glance, and then compared it to the music, I roughly knew how to sing, just as the music on the city sank, Ming pre sank, and immediately sang loudly to the music: "Seek the avenue to kill the soldiers, and Ling all things to transcend ——"