Your voice resounded across the water, and the thunder showed your majesty.

Thou shalt be under thy authority by the heavens, and thou shalt observe the princes of the earth from thy majesty.

Thou hast created the hearts of all men, and of course thou hast known my words and deeds, and my mouth is full of hypocrisy and deceit, and I have long since abandoned my wisdom and awe, and I have deceived myself—no one has discovered my sins, no one has punished them.

Thy justice is like a mountain, thy justice is like a bottomless abyss, I groan in the abyss of sin, and run under your wings.

You have been kind to me, and I am standing on a solid hill, but as soon as you hide your face, I immediately feel panicked.

Deliver me from the snare of the dark cloth of sin, for you alone are my refuge.

Though I have said in trepidation that I have been banished from you, as soon as I call upon you, you immediately bow down to my cry and lament......''Your Excellency, your indictment is over, but as a form of atonement, you will go to the temple of the devil to be scourged, do you accept this qiē?'' The lieutenant general nodded.

The priest whispered, "Are you ready?" Under the auspices of the priest, the lieutenant general prayed earnestly for the battle the next day.

'Dark Lord, we see with our own eyes what you have done.

You have cultivated us, you have scattered strangers with your own hands, you have developed us, you have personally punished foreigners.

We took the enemy camp, not by our own swords, and we won the victory, not by our own arms and wrists.

Thou hast loved to serve thy people, and by thy power and thy glorious countenance, we have overcome our adversaries. Because of your name. We trample on the unclean.

We have never relied on our bows and arrows. It is not our sword that saves us, it is you who have saved us from our adversaries, and you have brought shame to those who hate us.

We are always proud of the monarch we serve, and we will sing your name forever and ever.

We praise you for saving us.

When the enemy came against us, he stumbled and died.

Though a great army was attacking us, our hearts did not tremble.

We can hold our heads high. Despise the great enmity that surrounds me, and offer a joyful sacrifice in his tabernacle.

O Dark Lord, our Sovereign, we will sing a prayer of praise to you at the altar of our enemies. Cohen stood in his command position, half-closed eyes tapping his fingers lightly on the fence beside him. He was calculating, calculating where the people who had sneaked out of the city were now.

It was a long time before he opened his eyes and said to one of the heralds beside him, "Go ahead!" The herald replied in a low voice, ran to Gardnam's side as fast as he could, and said to Gardnan out of breath, "Commander's order—begin!" He had already put on the most solemn clothes, and he was meticulously tidy up all over his body, including his hair. There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and the whole person looked like a young man of seventeen or eighteen.

Strode over to his big drum. Gardnan skillfully pulled out the drumsticks, and then there was a long silence, while the other musicians on call could only watch him.

In the distant command post, the corners of Cohen's mouth curled slightly: "What a stubborn old man, do you value traditional things so much?" In the thick fog, Gardnan took a deep breath, and a pair of drumsticks in his hand slowly slid over the rim of the drum. The slight grinding sounded so clear in the silent, pre-dawn mist.

The hand raised in front of his chest finally knocked down.

'Bang!', the heavy drum sound resounded throughout Tucheng, although the drum sound was not very clear, but there were still countless refugees in the land of sleep, and their bodies shook violently with this sound.

The sound wave continued to expand, and in an instant, it was in front of the Demon Alliance.

One of the Demon Coalition slave legions at the vanguard had already taken their positions, and the soldiers were sleeping in the field.

When the drums came, the soldiers were awakened by the unusual sound, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and they were discerning where the drums were coming from and what rhythm they were in, no different from the refugees...... They were refugees in the first place.

Gradually, the drums were heard, and the people who woke up looked at each other, and let out a faint exclamation like a dream, some slapped themselves, and some pinched their thighs to make sure they were not dreaming...... Looking at the partners around them with confused eyes, they all wondered if there was something wrong with their ears - a big war was imminent, and someone dared to drum at this time!

The so-called drumming is the prelude to the whole movement after the lead drum is sounded three times.

The musicians near Gardnan clearly saw that two tears clearly slipped from Gardnan's eyes at this time, and his lips trembled, but he beat the drum again with his teeth clenched...... Just like he is very unwilling, no one knows the specific reason.

This drum beat dispelled everyone's suspicions, and it was indeed someone who was drumming! Under the conditioned reflex, countless people stood up with their mouths open.

The third drum beat came quite quickly, as if Gardnam had put aside a qiē and concentrated on breaking the tradition, and the whole prelude to 'Morning Rising' was quickly struck by him.

'Knock-knock-knock!' As soon as the leading drum was finished, the group of drums followed, and a hundred large drums sounded at the same time. The huge drum beat neatly and resolutely shook everyone inside and outside the earth city, there was nothing on the side of the Divine Alliance, but the side of the Demon Alliance was immediately chaotic!

The soldiers of the Slave Legion had already heard that this was the 'morning rising' in the ten movements, and they knew that the sound of the drum meant to tell their people to pack up and prepare for departure, and the soldiers all stood up and moved their bodies in trepidation, for their hearts began to beat to the beat of the drum, and their blood began to surge with the melody...... It's completely out of your own hands.

Under the tugging of memories, everyone was confused and painful. Although it is not known what is really going on in Tucheng, countless people are asking themselves the same question.

'They're my people! they're my people! they're leaving...... What should I do?' The officers of the Slave Legion did not know the meaning of the drum, they only knew that they had to do their best to make the slaves obey!

The officers shouted loudly in the ranks, and the whips in their hands rained down on the soldiers' heads. Try to get the soldiers to sit down! The Warlords also rode in to join the ranks.

In the Demon Alliance camp. The soldiers of the main battle legion were hurriedly lining up, and these sleepy-eyed fellows kept complaining in their hearts that they had enough time to rest and eat, but now this qiē was all in vain.

'What's wrong?!' asked Lieutenant General, the Supreme Commander of the Demon Alliance, as he jumped out of bed and jumped out of the tent barefoot, grabbing his guard.

Because of his nervousness, he said a very ordinary question messily, and the elegance of the past was gone—the string in the lieutenant general's head had been tightened for many days. At this time, any change in the tide of battle will break that string!

The pale-faced guard replied to him, "Sir...... It's the sound of drums!''' Idiots know it's drums!' I wonder what's going on?!' The lieutenant general's eyes erupted with fire, and his right hand slammed out, slapping the tall guard in a circle.

'What! are you trying to counterattack?' The lieutenant general stared fiercely in the direction of Tucheng, and the fire of fear, surprise, and anger swelled in his eyes: "Cohen. Al Qaeda ...... Come on, you bastard!'Herald!'''Here!'''' The lieutenant general issued this series of orders, and the commanders of the three main battle regiments had already hurried over.

'Your Excellency!' asked the commander of the 27th Army urgently.

'It is not clear,' replied the lieutenant general, "it is possible that the enemy is trying to make a feint or to destroy our siege equipment!" 'Your Excellency, let me go to the front and watch!' said the commander of the XXVIII Corps, "you can rest assured." If I am here, I will not let the enemy succeed!'''' I will let the catapult support you!' the lieutenant general nodded. The commander of the XXVIII Corps immediately mounted his horse and left.

"That's the bad thing about the fog!" Major General Long Ria said angrily, "It's really not the right time!, Your Excellency, the lighting magic doesn't play much role in the fog, you have to use fire and wind magic to disperse the fog!" 'I know this, but the battle has not yet been fought, and the magic power of the magicians is limited after all!''Your Excellency, our troops are strong!'' The commander of the 27th Legion continued: "The most urgent problem at the moment is to protect our siege equipment, otherwise our attack will be affected, and it will be very difficult to break through the earth city tomorrow!" The lieutenant general's brain was racing, he knew that now was not the time to hesitate, and that there were orders from the military headquarters pressing him...... Finally, he made a decision to let the magician use the necessary means to disperse the fog in front of him.

In this case, it is just a matter of suffering heavy casualties in the next attack...... and the lieutenant general thought to himself, "This is not worth mentioning at all compared to the honor of the entire alliance!"

It didn't take long for a faint flash of white light to flash in the confused air!

Suddenly, large and small magic fireballs continued to shoot out from the array of the Demon Alliance, and some magicians crossed the line, releasing a large number of walls of fire in the wilderness between the Demon Alliance and the Earth City.

It didn't take long for these Demon Coalition mages who were supposed to be on the scene after dawn to turn the clearing outside the Earth City into a hell...... The fireballs in the sky flew aimlessly, the walls of fire burned horizontally in the field, all kinds of catapults were also started, a large number of stones pierced through the fog and smashed down the walls of the earth city, and occasionally a large number of wind magic whistled by, the entire night sky was blood-red, and all kinds of ugly sounds mixed with drums hit everyone's eardrums!

But except for the sound of drums, not even a single ant came out of the earth city.

'Be on your guard—don't let your breath!' the Herald of the Demon Coalition conveyed the Lieutenant General's latest order to the ears of every officer. So, the magician continued, and the catapult continued!

With a magic torch in one hand and a bright knife in the other, the officers of the Demon Alliance walked back and forth in the queue, cheering their subordinates loudly!

'Nothing!' they're just a bunch of bedbugs that have gone mad with hunger!' the officers puffed out their eyes and shouted hoarsely, "They can't even stand on their feet, if you can cut two of them with a single sword!" Brothers, let's cut off the heads of these bastards! A head is a silver coin! A silver coin is a hundred copper coins! A copper coin can buy two black breads! Half a silver coin can find two beautiful girls to keep you entertained! Do you want bread? Do you want girls? The Warlords pulled out their money bags from their bosoms and shook them!

This is the sound of money, money, money! Listen! The officers jumped up and down the queue like madmen: "Do you want it? Do you want it? It's all for you!' The soldiers pricked up their ears and swallowed their saliva dryly, listening to the soul-stirring voice and shouting in response to their commander.

'Look! As soon as those bugs show up, you're going to rush up and kill the fuck! And then you'll have money, you'll have food, you'll have fun, everybody's rich......' the officers continued to agitate. As long as the enemy army does not show up, they will continue to talk...... Until the words of tossing and turning made the soldiers' bodies hot, until the sound of those silver round objects made the soldiers' heads dizzy.

But it wasn't until the officers of the Demon Alliance shouted slogans until their throats were dry, and until the overseers shook their money bags until their arms were sore...... Except for the sound of drums, not even a single ant came out of the earthen city.

'This is a trick of the enemy, be careful, do not let up!' the herald brought the order again, so the magician continued, the catapult continued, everyone continued!

Half an hour passed, an hour passed. Two hours passed...... In a few moments, it will be dawn.

The officers of the Demon Coalition couldn't stop shouting, and the magicians ran out of mana...... The soldiers were still in a neat formation. But the enthusiasm for anticipation of fighting the enemy has been exhausted.

Suddenly, without warning, the drumming stopped!

In the command post of the Demon Alliance, several supreme commanders stared at each other, and everyone was extremely bitter in their hearts.

The drums have been beating for so long in Tucheng, but there is no movement at all, and now that even the drums have stopped, it seems that he has really been fooled.

The three major generals looked straight at the lieutenant general, waiting for his next order.

No one spoke, and in this case they were tricked, and no one had the face to accuse each other.

'This bastard...... What the hell does he want to do?!' Lieutenant General blushed and looked up to the sky like a woman who had been abandoned from the beginning: "It made us wait all night!" 'Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, what is important to us now?' Rear Admiral Long Ria wasted no time in reminding him: "Our soldiers have been standing for a long time, and it will soon dawn, and time does not allow us to form a group again." The soldiers were ordered to rest in place and begin the attack after dawn. The lieutenant general closed his eyes in pain: "This drum beats...... Regardless of Cohen. I won't let him go for whatever purpose Al Qeda!' Listen to him, as if without the sound of the drum, he would have let Cohen go.

And the dozen or so small forces sent by Cohen, they had already sneaked past the camp when the Demon Coalition was in chaos, and settled behind the Demon Coalition Army. It was when Cohen saw the news that they had sent back in a special way that he stopped the drumming.

'It's finally dawning. Look at the sky, the commanders on both sides have a word in their hearts.

'Fog! come thicker!' Cohen thought.

'Catapults begin to attack the city walls!' and at the same time, the Supreme Commander of the Demon Coalition gave the order.

The long-range catapults of the Demon Coalition were constantly firing, and waves of boulders smashed on the walls of the city wall, and in the dull sound, the dust and mud debris that were stirred up flew in all directions.

'It's amazing, they've made so many powerful catapults!' Carlos, who was standing beside Cohen, remembered that he had also opposed the abandonment of the city walls, and his head could not help but sweat profusely: "There are very few stones around the earthen city, where did they find so many stones?" Cohen replied, "If they lose another half an hour, the fog will almost disperse...... It's time for us to mobilize before the war. ''Yes, sir!'' replied in a loud voice to Carlos, who was dressed fairly neatly today, "I have all the qiē ready." Cohen nodded, handed over the command to Carlos, and led a few staff officers out of the command post and towards the wall behind the earthen city, where the place was full of traps.

Seeing Cohen walk up the city walls, Gardnan struck the drum again, and the rhythm of the three drums was the "Listening" section of the first chapter of the ten-movement, "Morning Rising"—listening to the day's activities arranged by the patriarchs, who were called by the drums, and which was the first thing the refugees did every day.

Today, that's a little different.

Through the light mist, the first thing the refugees gathered under the city walls saw was a huge military flag, the flag of the army of the Dark Province, which was slowly moving.

Beneath the flaming red, gold-embroidered banner was Cohen, dressed in silver jumpsuit armor and with a black iron sword at his waist. Al Qaeda.

He walked on the city walls, followed by several imposing generals, and dozens of patriarchs of the main clans also held high the banners of their own clans behind them.

The group stood still on the city wall, and the drumming stopped.

At this time in the past, it should have been the patriarchs who spoke, but today it is Cohen. Kaida stepped forward first.

Supreme Commander of the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance, Supreme Governor of the Dark Province of the Sbia Empire, Knight of the Gods, Cohen. Major General Al Aeda!' Cohen's eyes were very determined, and his carefully combed black hair shone: "Today, I will preside over your morning deliberations!" 'Knock-knock-knock!'' After a rapid drum beat, dozens of majestic voices roared in unison: "Oh-roar-hey!'" The refugees in the city let out a neat 'huh' - this kind of drum beat and roar should obviously appear in the music of 'hunting', and if it is used indiscriminately, it is against tradition, why don't the patriarchs stop it?

'Don't be surprised,' Cohen's voice was clear to everyone's ears, "I changed the ten movements. There was an uproar among the refugees. (To be continued......)