A desolate cold wind blew through the wilderness of Kari,

The icy freezing rain hit the soldiers of the barracks,

Since I was forced to leave my hometown for half a year,

There was no more a full meal,

Nor a warm bed,

Only the cold sword and the endless training,

Lost the laughter of his family,

also lost the joy of friends,

From the early summer to the winter,

It's the cold whip twitching,

I want to get out of here but I can't do it,

Only the threat of death,

And the bloody battlefield is where we have to go!

I wish I would see that beautiful girl again,

I must have plucked up the courage to open my chest,

Let's walk into the wedding hall together,

Return to the place where you love one another;

I wish I would see that beautiful girl again,

I must have plucked up the courage to open my chest,

Let's walk into the wedding hall together,

Back to the place where you love each other.

There was a sad song in the distance, it was a song that began to spread in the barracks at some point, and I don't know who wrote it, but that sadness and forgiveness really penetrated into the hearts of many soldiers, real and desolate, Kong Ming did not have the same experience and talent as the brother, nor did he have a beautiful singing voice, maybe he did not reach the age, so he would not think about the beautiful girl, but the beautiful and desolate song seemed to have a kind of magic that attracted Kong Ming and his comrades, so that they listened quietly, without the blood of young people, and without the roar of training, only the moving, low and mournful singing, occupied the empty hearts of the soldiers, when the song fell, Kong Ming saw a few older people around him, tears had flowed down, Kong Ming felt a little incredible, why such a song can make a big man like Liu Cheng shed tears, usually Liu Cheng often sues him as a person who has come over, men don't flick when they have tears, why is it so squandered now and don't hide it at all? After the singing flowed, it took a long time for people to come back to their senses, Liu Cheng looked at Kong Ming on the side and didn't say a word, quietly left and returned to the tent, and the others also left, only Liang Zi said a word before leaving, "When you grow up, you will be like us today, if you can still grow up!"

The reason why Kong Ming was moved was because the song was very sad, not because of the words in the song, it was something that he couldn't control himself, but if he could control it, Kong Ming would definitely not shed tears on his face, because it was too ugly, and if he wanted to flow in his heart, that was where a man's tears should be stored.

The old headhunter suddenly appeared beside him like a ghost, which really startled Kong Ming, and also swept away Kong Ming's inexplicable sadness. Staring at the old headhunter, Kong Ming had the urge to punch the old headhunter, but it was just a momentary impulse, after all, the impulse was the devil, and the person still didn't move, but just asked a stupid sentence that made Kong Ming want to jump into the river, "Why do they say that when I grow up, I will be like them?"

"Then you don't have to ask, because you haven't grown up yet. ”

"You!" This really made Kong Ming speechless, he didn't grow up, naturally he didn't understand so many things, especially things between men and women, this is so far away for him, and he may not even be able to contact such things in his life, because he first has to live on the battlefield, only in this way will he grow up, otherwise, everyone will die, so there are so many emotions?" "Then why can I feel a little bit of sadness in that song?"

"You ask me, who do I ask? I'm not an expert. The old headhunter replied indifferently, for a person of his age, it is actually a very simple thing to explain this problem to Kong Ming, but for Kong Ming's age, knowing more may not be a good thing, because this will distract Kong Ming when he is training, and it is much more difficult for Kong Ming to survive on the battlefield than others, if he is distracted to do some senseless emotion, then there is no hope of surviving in the first battle. "There are a lot of songs in the barracks, some of which were written by a great man and can make people excited and fearless of death, some of which make people loyal to the royal family or the monarch, and some of which are written by a troubadour in the barracks, which can make people feel sad and miss their homeland, and this is the case. It can sometimes be used as a weapon on the battlefield. ”

"Song can also be used as a weapon?" This words made Kong Ming feel extremely shocked, he had never thought about such a thing, why song can also be used as a lethal weapon, these two things Kong Ming can't be linked together, Kong Ming's heart felt very incredible, "You're not lying to me, right? Although I'm still young, I still know that this thing can't kill people, where to cut it, how to cut it?"

"Haha!" Kong Ming's words made the old man really amused, and after a few minutes, the old headhunter finally stopped his laugh that annoyed Kong Ming, "I'll tell you a story, it's a real thing." ”

"Is it a matter of killing people with a singing voice?"

"Well, sort of! It was a long, long time ago, in a battle of encirclement and breakthrough, the difference in strength between the two sides was only several times, the encircled side was a Han dynasty, the commander was called Han Xin, and the besieged side was a dynasty called Chu, its commander was a person named Xiang Yu, because most of the people on the Chu side were from the Chu State, and had been fighting with Xiang Yu for many years, it can be said that Xiang Yu's children were soldiers, very united, but the strength of the Han side was from all directions, if the direct attack on Chu would undoubtedly cause great losses, then Han Xin thought of a way, he found the Chu people in his army and near the battlefieldFrom all directions, they kept singing the songs of Chu in the encirclement, and kept singing, the more they sang, the more sad they became, these songs, the people of the Han Dynasty sounded like just ordinary songs, and they didn't have too many feelings, but these songs sounded completely different to the people of Chu, they thought that their country had been completely occupied by the enemy, otherwise how could so many people sing their songs, so that invisibly their fighting hearts softened, and they lost the will to fight again, even their commanders could not avoid such thoughts, so in the midst of another confrontationThe Chu side lost its original indomitable fighting momentum, and many warriors laid down their weapons on the battlefield and surrendered, and their commander finally died in this battle. It can be said that the song killed the determination of those warriors to fight, that is, indirectly killed those warriors. ”

"Hmph, that's just a song to weaken the enemy's fighting spirit, I thought it was

Really kill people?"

"Smack!" A sound came from Kong Ming's head, and the old hunter knocked Kong Ming's head with his pipe, "Boy, you can only win the war, who cares how you win? Do you think you are that kind of bullshit gentleman and nobleman, and you still show that the battle array is facing you openly? When you can earn a little in battle, you can take a little bit, and if you can take a little, the victory is accumulated bit by bit, do you think it is so easy? You have this kind of idea again, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!" The old headhunter shouted angrily, not paying attention to his image in front of the juniors. At this moment, the image of a wise man in front of his junior seemed to disappear, obviously this was to make Kong Ming angry. After taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, the old headhunter said to Kong Ming seriously: "Remember, boy, soldiers are not tired of deceit, and when they are not able to fight the enemy, use your wisdom, which even Warcraft understands, and your wisdom is not only in battle, but also in war." ”

"Old headhunter, why can I feel the sadness in that song even though I can't understand it?"

"How do I know? Maybe it's like the cry of a sheep makes people feel nothing, and the cry of a wind wolf makes people feel creepy!"

"What's the explanation?" Kuming muttered, then asked, "How do you know so many things?"

"Haha, when you reach my age, even if you don't read, you will know a lot of truths, this is the experience of the old man, of course, if you read more books, you will understand more, after all, books record all the things that have happened to human beings and some different knowledge, just like the magic you learned before, there is a difference between having a book and not having a book. ”

"Come, I'll teach you to sing a song"

"What song?"

"Drinking flaming rice wine,

Touching the cold sword,

Looking at the fluttering battle flag,

I'm a warrior,

A warrior who fought for the Motherland,

The sword pointed, and the fire burned through,

The enemy wails, the comrades howl,

The broken banner rushed to the center of the enemy,

That's where we're attacking,

Rush, rush,

Valiant warriors,

That's our glory,

That's our feat,

That's the blood spilled to defend the country,

Rush, rush. ”

"Why do I sound different from what I felt just now," Ku Ming asked suspiciously.

"It's a war song, a warrior's song. I know it's different, but I don't know why it's different, but every time I hear this song, my blood boils, and I remember something about my youth, and that's what we learned at that time. If you have the opportunity in the future, you should ask those who are literate why this is. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Kong Ming,"

"Hmm"

"I don't know why the song has this effect, but I do know that just as the wind wolf often howls a few times when chasing its prey, on the battlefield, many warriors will also roar a few times to cheer themselves before they are about to fight, these sounds can not only strengthen their courage, but also frighten the enemy, and you will know when you go to the battlefield later. The old man went back to rest, boy, you should go back quickly, there is still work to be done tomorrow. ”

"Oh. Looking at the figure of the old hunter walking back, Kong Ming looked at the cold moon in the sky, the cold wind swept through, and the trees without leaves made a little frightened call, Kong Ming stood up and prepared to go back to the tent to rest, after all, every day here is very tired, especially in the winter before the heavy snowfall, but at this time, the sound of the flute came from not far from Kong Ming, and the flute played a song "Village in the Wind" that the people in Kong Ming's hometown are very familiar with , It was a happy song, but now it seems to be very sad when the flute is played, so that a trace of sadness seeps into people's hearts, Kong Ming felt very strange, so he turned his body to the direction from which the flute came and walked over.

Under the big tree, there is a person standing, the person puts his hands horizontally next to his mouth, and a flute is on his hands, and the song comes from there. Kong Ming knew that ** would do this, and he had heard him play a few times, but there had never been a time like tonight, a mediocre raw hand, an ordinary song, but on a cold winter night, Kong Ming was so moved. Listening to the sound of the flute, which was a little rusty, Kongming's heart slowly flew to the small village where he was raised, where the old mage took him away from the hungry and cold life, and gave him the opportunity to learn the magic that all the people on the continent would be excited about, and to learn the most basic words on the continent, if it weren't for these, then he might have starved to death or frozen to death on the streets of a small town in Kari, the place where the mage was located was his hometown, although he never knew who his parents were, where he was born, but where the old mage was, it was his hometown, and the children raised by the mage were his brothers and sisters, those uncles and aunts in the village are his relatives, and for the first time, the tears that had been dried when he was a child flowed out unconsciously. When the flute stopped, it was also the time when Kong Ming woke up from the music, wiped away his tears, and Kong Ming secretly decided in his heart that no matter what, he must return to the village where he had lived for eight years alive, and return to the place that haunted his heart. Walking to the side of **, Kong Ming asked:

"Can you teach me this?"

"You want to learn?"

"Hmm. ”

"Well, but I don't know how to do it, some of them are just what I have heard in my ears, and I just rely on my own memory, so you still can't learn it?"

"Learn. Kong Ming replied simply,**Put away his usually unserious face,Wholeheartedly teach Kong Ming his pitiful flute knowledge,And Kong Ming also quickly got started,This learning progress even exceeded **'s expectations,Because Kong Ming only learned all the things about the flute in just an hour**, and even Kong Ming can blow a short song, which makes **happy,** and even ** said that he wants to get a flute and give it to Kong Ming.

That night, Kong Ming slept very comfortably, the only comfortable sleep he had had after so long here, because in his dream, he had a happy New Year with the old mage and the brothers and sisters who lived with the mage.

At this time, Kong Ming also and the understanding of the song is still in a very initial stage, the army songs are majestic, some are euphemistic, and some are an interpretation of the life of the army, different times singing different songs can have different effects, such as majestic songs, can make people have a sense of pride, when walking in the queue, or when attacking, it can increase the morale of the soldiers, from a certain Cheng dù is to increase the combat effectiveness of the army, when the army is defeated, it can touch the deepest part of the soldier's heart, and can make the defeated army recover a certain morale to fight, of course, if it is not at the right time to sing the appropriate song, it can backfire. And euphemistic songs, peacetime can remind soldiers of home or girls in love, and wartime words can also have the effect of boosting soldiers' morale, such as when the hometown is invaded and destroyed by the enemy. It can be said that the song of the army is a song produced because of the existence of the army, and its effect varies from time to time and from person to person.