"Gentlemen, our offensive has been going on for several days, but the enemy's resistance is still stubborn," the lieutenant general said to the three corps commanders beside him, "the whole alliance is watching us, what can you do?"

"Your Excellency, if we continue to fight like this, we will suffer heavy casualties. ”

"Your Excellency, although the morale of our troops is high, it is not appropriate to attack again. ”

The three corps commanders finally agreed that they hoped that the lieutenant general would slow down the attack.

"Gentlemen, although our casualties are large, the casualties of the Phantom Legion are not small! we have backup, and they have nothing," said the lieutenant general with a smile, "and we should continue the attack, so that they have no time to breathe, and then use the catapults that have just been built to destroy the enemy's defenses as much as possible, and this attack will continue for two days at most...... As soon as the few slave legions in the back come up, we can launch a general attack!"

"You've made up your mind and asked, son of a bitch!" the three legion commanders cursed in their hearts, but they didn't dare to disobey.

"Then let's go and prepare, from now on, every attack will be personally commanded by one of you," said the lieutenant general, still smiling, "day and night, without stopping for a moment." ”

So, the trumpet sounded again, and the soldiers of the Demon Coalition who had received the order began to form their ranks again, and the various siege equipment that had just been completed were also pushed out, and the major general commander of the 27th Army stepped on his horse, cursing and swearing rudely, while urging the troops to advance......

The defenders of the earth city were divided into several groups to guard day and night, and although everyone tried their best, they could only keep the earth city unbroken...... They never had a chance to patch up their defenses again. Under the blow of the powerful catapult of the Demon Alliance. The walls were in tatters everywhere. Before every attack. The soldiers of the Demon Alliance looked at the city wall with confidence. The walls were so fragile that they seemed to be pierced with a finger.

But there is a Phantom Legion in the earthen city, as long as the soldiers of the Phantom Legion are still standing on this wall, this city wall has life and soul! This wall of life and soul stands, countless soldiers of the Demon Alliance have fallen in front of it, countless officers of the Demon Alliance have scolded it, and countless teams with glorious achievements have returned in front of it...... There is no blood flowing, what is the life and soul? Sprinkle blood! Connecting one's flesh and blood with the city walls, but the price is huge.

Thousands of cold bodies were placed under the walls on the other side, and these lifeforms, which had been alive a few days ago, were now lying quietly there. Although they were washed and put on new clothes one by one, to their comrades-in-arms and commanders, they were no more lovely than when they were alive...... Although at that time they were dirty, smelly, and coaxing, and did all kinds of stupid things.

More of the wounded were placed on the other side, as the fighting was tight ahead and the wounded had to be cared for by refugees. The refugees came from all over the world, often from entire villages and tribes, and some of them were skilled in medicine and magic.

During the fierce battle in Tucheng, these refugees showed a strong ability to exercise self-restraint. No one made a fuss, no one made a fuss. When the walls of the city were opened, they sat down on the ground in peace. As soon as the battle on the city wall was over, they took action, carrying the wounded on stretchers, and carrying rolling stones and logs shouted trumpets with their bare bodies......

Hundreds of clan leaders and thousands of village chiefs gathered together and distributed the meagre amount of food according to the head. Hungry refugees searched for something to satisfy their stomachs between battles, birds, ants, insects, everything that could move, and they did not let go of delicate leaves, non-poisonous weeds, and something that could be digested.

The brutal battle made Cohen Al Kouda's heart cold and the memories of his previous life vivid, and after seeing the hungry eyes of the refugees, he sent two battalions of soldiers to guard the bodies of the fallen soldiers.

The temporary chief, chosen by hundreds of thousands of refugees, approached Cohen and asked him to take back the soldiers guarding the remains.

"Sir, in battle," said the old man, "your soldiers should be at the front, and not at us with their weapons. ”

"Sue me, what can you guarantee?" replied Cohen Al Al Khaida coldly, "my brothers are all good, and even if they die, their bodies will be more precious than your lives!"

"Sir, we understand what you are worried about," said the old man, looking up and speaking in a very steady tone, "we are very lowly, and we are humble, but at least we have humanity - we never eat people." ”

Cohen Kaida closed his eyes slightly, and waved weakly for the old man to step back. Unbeknownst to the old man, the Phantom Legion was running out of food, and Cohen Al Al was even ready to slaughter the refugees for food - although this was only an idea at the moment, it was not impossible to achieve it as the situation continued to deteriorate.

"But at least we still have humanity -- we never eat people. ”

His words made Cohen Al Kida completely abandon his idea.

At nightfall, Moya, with chapped lips, walked into Cohen's tent, his military uniform was tattered, and through the holes, a piece of armor inside was also scarred.

"Boss, the enemy has retreated, and it looks like they are not going to attack tonight. ”

"I saw it just now," Cohen said lightly, "and go out for me and call Jack and Marfa." ”

The four of them walked along the city wall, chatting without a word, and everyone's mood was heavier.

As he walked to a dark corner, Cohen Al Kida stopped.

"You know what?" said Cohen, looking at the starless night sky above him, "tonight...... Maybe it's our last night. ”

The words "Boss, you ......" caught the three brothers a little off guard, since entering Tucheng, Cohen Al Cada has been holding up with one hand when the sky has fallen, and it is the first time everyone has heard of such a frustration.

"The walls ahead are finished, and the enemy reinforcements have arrived," Cohen's voice became a little cynical again, "the food is finished." It's time for the play to end. ”

"Boss......" Mo Yatian added his lips and wanted to speak. But I found that I couldn't find any words to comfort everyone.

"Do you regret following me?" said Cohen Kayada. "Regret following me, the boss?"

"No regrets!" said Jack, "You're the best boss!

"Little fool!" Cohen patted Jack on the head, "You and Marfa go back first, I have something to discuss with Moya." ”

"Let's stay with you again!" said Marfa.

"No," Cohen rejected his offer, "tomorrow...... It should be the last attack of the Demon Alliance, everyone should dress handsomely, and don't be reluctant to bring back the armor from Paradise Island. ”

After speaking. Cohen stood up and led Moya to where the wounded were housed.

"Moya, I want to ask you for something," Cohen said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "and you have to promise me, with your brother's life, that you will do it!"

Mo Yaleng was stunned for a long time before he said "En!"

Cohen smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and continued, "Tomorrow." You take Jack and Marfa with you. I'll signal you when the time is right, and you'll take them out with you. By the way, take these letters. ”

Moya's eyes widened and he shook his head very firmly, but Cohen continued to smile and shoved a few letters into Moya's arms.

"These letterheads are so important that you must give them to Fichette yourself. ”

"You lied to me! You lied to me! These letters must be blank," Moya still shook his head, "I'm not smart, I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid at all!"

"Of course, I know you're not stupid," Cohen said with an approving thumbs up, "and these letterheads were used to trick Jack and Marfa, otherwise how would they leave?"

"Oh! Moya said, "I know how to do it, boss, don't take me for a fool! I will never leave ......."

"Damn!" Cohen cursed angrily, he knew that as long as Moya decided on one thing, then no one would want to change his mind.

"Boss, will you let me stay with you?" Moya said, "I know you always have a way to get me to leave, but I really want to stay with you." ”

Cohen looked at Mo Ya for a long time, and only then nodded slightly when he saw that Mo Ya was furious in his heart.

"Boss!" Mo Ya suddenly looked relaxed, and then shouted excitedly, "You have to keep your promise!"

"Nonsense! I've always kept my promises......"

Hearing the boss's answer, Moya felt that something was wrong there, but unfortunately he was distracted by the sound of a drum in the distance.

The low drum beat sounded slowly, and the inexplicable desolation shook everyone's heart.

Cohen Keta tilted his head and listened for a while, and found that the drum sound was more and more like a tune, why didn't he notice it before? Or maybe he was in a different mood tonight!

Cohen pulled Ramoya, and the two of them walked towards the place where the drums were beating in the refugee pile.

"The gentlemen are here...... The old men are coming......" The refugees were genuinely frightened to make a passageway.

As he approached, Cohen was surprised to find that it was the temporary leader who was beating the drum, and the old man's thin body stood in front of a large drum, his silver hair flying in the wind, and his shriveled hands grasping a pair of thick drums......

Only God knows what the force sustained this old monster who hadn't eaten a full meal in days to beat the drum again and again - it was a lot of strength.

Cohen pulled Moya to sit down and listened quietly. He was already determined to fight to the death tomorrow to create a chance for his brothers to break through, but at this time, he had no worries in his heart, and only felt that the current drum beat was very right for taste.

After a while, the drumming stopped. The old man put away the drum with a very careful set of movements, and then came over to salute Cohen.

"Sit down, too, and don't salute now," Cohen said, "and does this drum sound mean anything?"

"Back to the old man," said the old man, "this is one of the ten movements of the wanderer, called the return of twilight." ”

"Twilight?" Cohen asked, "what are the Ten Movements of the Wanderer?"

"Sir, it's normal that you haven't heard of ten movements. Because the Ten Movements are only circulated among those of us who have lived on the dividing line between gods and demons for generations. ”

"Be specific. ”

"Every war between gods and demons is carried out on the dividing line, even on weekdays, large and small nobles will come to loot, not to mention bandits...... And we have no strength to resist, in order to survive we have to flee, from one place to another. Never Stop...... The Ten Movements of the Wanderer are more than just movements. It is also a tool for communication between our tribes. On the run. We use ten movements to gather the community, ten movements to encourage the tribesmen, and ten movements to distinguish between friend and foe ......"

"Is it really so useful?" Cohen asked with interest.

"Yes, after thousands of years of evolution, every person on the dividing line between gods and demons is extremely familiar with the ten movements, they have grown up listening to the ten movements, and the ten movements are in their flesh and blood. Also in their souls. ”

"Go on......" Cohen's mind was already spinning.

"The Ten Movements, as the name suggests, are composed of ten parts," the old man continued, though he was a little surprised, "they are morning rising, traveling, mutual inquiry, joining clans, hunting, distress, protection, stopping tears, camping, and the twilight return you just heard." ”

"Can you let me hear it all?"

"This ......" Looking at Cohen's insistent eyes, the old man only nodded and beckoned a few children to give a few words, and then said to Cohen, "But this is out of respect for you, because you are different from other masters." ”

"Hahaha......" Cohen snapped. Then he looked up at the sky and laughed three times, "What's the difference?"

"You didn't cut us. If you change to another master, we will be killed on the first day if you stand in your way. The old man said, "Besides, most of your army are the children of our tribe, and we know a little bit about your person." ”

A young man excitedly stood by the drum and took the drum from the other person with a set of movements...... The drums beat slowly.

"It's morning wake-up - beckoning the people to pack their belongings and get ready to go. ”

"It's a journey – the march of the tribe can be very long, and the drums need to be used to guide the way and remind the people. ”

"It's a mutual inquiry – our flight is usually on a large scale, and we inevitably encounter other tribes, and this movement helps us to distinguish friend from foe and communicate with each other. ”

"This is the Fusion - when fleeing, the more people there are, the more they can resist danger, so the tribes will be temporarily or permanently united. ”

"It's a hunt - there is not much to eat, and the prey is scarce, so the whole clan has to go out, and this movement is used to guide the way, and it needs to be accompanied by horns. ”

"It's distress -- it's a reminder to the tribesmen, it's a call for help from other tribes, sometimes it's a natural disaster, sometimes it's a man-made disaster, there's no big difference. ”

"This is a return to protect -- we have no strength to resist disasters, this is true for man-made disasters, and even more so for natural disasters! We can only use strong people to form a circle in the hope that we can protect the weak ......."

"Stop the tears - this is also divided into two parts, the upper part is the sad part, and the lower part is the stop of tears. The old man finally said, "Either the people were plundered or some people died, and we all commemorate them with this sad song...... But the rest of the tribe continues to live, and we are entitled to long-lasting sorrow? So there is the lower part of the tears, we use the tears to encourage the fighting spirit of the tribesmen, and use the tears to heal the wounds in our hearts......"

"Come with me, and your sons, and lift your drums!" Cohen grabbed the old man, "maybe your ten movements can make tomorrow's battle a little more exciting." ”

"But ...... old man," said the old man, "what can we do?"

"Let's get some music out while we're fighting, and make it a little bit more lively. ”

"But my lord," the old man's head shook from side to side, "this is not in keeping with the traditional ......"

"You've lived most of your life your way, and now......" Cohen turned to look at him and said, "You'll live my way once!"

Come with me, and your sons, and lift your drums!' Cohen grabbed the old man, "Maybe your ten movements can make tomorrow's battle a little more exciting." ''But the old man......,' said the old man, "what can we do?" and ''Make some music out while we fight, and make the scene lively.'' "But sir," the old man's head shook from side to side, "this is not in keeping with the traditional ......" "You have lived most of your life in your way, and what happened?" Cohen turned to look at the old man and said, "Well, you will live your way once!" Although the old man held on to his beliefs all the way, Cohen almost dragged the old man into his tent as if he had not heard. Fortunately, his actions were only between rude and rough, so the refugees did not show anything else.

'Sit down!' Across a small table, Cohen pressed the old man against a stool across from him, then turned back and instructed the guards, "Give me the map." ''Yes!'' The guard spread out a map on the small table, which showed the terrain of the earth castle and its surroundings.

'How many instruments do you need to spread your ten movements across the battlefield?' Cohen's fingers drew a circle on the map, and then said in an extremely tough tone, "Don't tell me any more traditions, I'll be unhappy!" But the corners of ......'' mouth curled slightly, and Cohen's face began to turn cold: "If you don't want to, I'll put a knife on your neck and let you beat the drum...... I swear!'' That'...... Alright!' The old man looked at the map and thought, "Such a range requires a hundred drums. ''I mean the full ten movements!'' and that would require two hundred horns. ''That'......' Cohen called back to Carlos, "you go collect these things, right away." ''What do you want, sir?'' the old man asked, "at least you have to let me know what you think!" ''Do you know how many enemy troops there are outside the walls?' Cohen did not answer him directly, but asked the old man a rhetorical question. And in the barracks, the number of enemy troops is top secret, how could the old man know? So he shook his head blankly.

"Then I'll tell you, there are 300,000 demon coalition troops outside the city walls, and they are waiting to share their battle with us tomorrow, and I don't need to say what will happen to the losing side, right?" Cohen said, "And we have less than 40,000 people left to fight, and if we lose, what will happen to you? Maybe none of you will survive......!" It has nothing to do with the Ten Movements!'' Frankly tell you, I personally think tomorrow will be the last battle. Cohen stood up and paced in the tent: "In such a situation, no commander can do better than me, and no army can do better than my soldiers. We have come from a surprise to many to get to where we are today, but tomorrow ...... I can no longer expect miracles. ''Old man......'' In this world, a person can have many ways to die. Some people leave silently, while others are earth-shattering. Cohen turned his back to the old man and said slowly, "If I had a choice, I would prefer the latter, even if this fate cannot be changed...... I'm going to pay for them too!'' And what do you want me to do?' Cohen knew that the price he was offering to deal with this old stubbornness should be very tempting and believable at the same time. Looking at the wrinkles on the old man's face, I think this guy has also experienced a lot of things.

As you said, most of my soldiers are the sons of your tribe. I think you can play ten movements for us in tomorrow's battle. Cohen's black eyes flashed: "I want you to use ten movements to awaken their fighting spirit in their blood, soul, and body! I want to lead this group of angry lions to fight and kill the enemy...... Buy time for the others who must leave!' By the time Cohen said the last sentence, his voice was inaudible, but it was clear to the old man.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, the old man reached out and took out a scroll from his arms, put it on the small table and slowly opened it. (To be continued......)