'Gardnan, this is my name. The old man said very cautiously, "I am willing to obey your orders, but I would like to add some places to your list of those who must leave, they are the hopes of our tribe." "How many?" "A thousand!" "To be clear, I can't guarantee that they will escape," Cohen said, nodding, "but I'll give them a chance—the same chance as those who have left." ''Deal!''' Okay! Then let's get to the point. As soon as the agreement was reached, Gardnan pointed to the scroll on the table and said, "This is the total score of the ten movements, but most of it is not suitable for use as a morale ......." ''To explain the origin of the ten movements, we have to start with the birth of our thirty-six tribes. Sir, you have also seen that the thirty-six tribes are a very strange race, and in any tribe, there are all kinds of human races, half-orcs, humans, barbarians, winged people...... They can all live together and in harmony in a village. But why is this happening? According to the legend of our tribe, when the gods and demons divided the border, the gods and demons left this dividing line hundreds of miles wide between the two alliances in order to leave room for buffer. Gardnan stroked the music sheet in his hand and told the soldier in front of him what was known to his tribe: "But think about it, this is the most central position in the whole continent, with the most fertile land and the most beautiful scenery...... Of course, at the time of their demarcation, it was inhabited by the best races of the entire continent. Our ancestors also lived in races, but how could the power of our ancestors fight against the gods and demons? Ethnic groups are moving out of the country, and the entire line of demarcation is full of displaced people. The cries of the separation of loved ones resounded in the sky...... There are nearly 10 million people on the dividing line. And the gods and demons that are worshiped by the people of the world today. They only gave us ten days!' Gardnan said to the grief and slapped his palm on the table: "Ten days—how can thousands of people find a place to live? Not to mention that the rest of the land has been occupied and divided, and as a result, after ten days, millions of people have been relocated. ''And then?' Cohen was drawn to Gardnam's story and busied himself with the question.

The gods and demons ignored the pleas of our ancestors and closed the dividing line after ten days. Our ancestors thought it was nothing more than a closure,' Gardnan looked up at Cohen, "but ten years later, the first war between gods and demons took place on the dividing line. ''For the first time?'' is the first time. The scale of this war is no less than this one. Gardnan had a sad expression on his face: "Master, think about it, what will happen to those who stay on the battlefield?" Cohen nodded: "This, if you don't say it, I understand." ''Killed, captive, enslaved, we have done nothing wrong, but we can only suffer this pain in silence. The ancestors only hoped that the gods and demons could not be killed if they had killed enough, and if they had robbed enough, they could not rob, so that they could easily survive this war. But who knew that twenty years later, when the new generation of clansmen came of age, there would be a second war of gods and demons!' Gardnan's voice became low: "The cycle repeats. Until now. ''Why don't you run away?' Cohen asked.

We've been on the run, but where can we run away? The clansmen who were originally scattered and fled were driven away by the Demon Alliance, and used to block your retreat, master. Gardnan shook his head and said, "Not only is the war of gods and demons once every twenty years, but even the small wars in peacetime, and even the years when there is no war, we will be looted and slaughtered. We are like the storehouse of the two alliances of gods and demons, and when they lack something, they will rush into our village in all directions and take away our qi qi in the open. ''Keep being hurt, keep wandering, keep fleeing...... Under such a fate, no matter how large the race is, it will not be able to survive. Whispering, Gardnan couldn't help but clench his fists: "One race after another began to decay, and in the end, none of them escaped the fate of extinction. ''But don't you still have zài?'' Cohen asked, puzzled.

We are the thirty-six tribes, and we are the remnants of all the races on the dividing line between gods and demons. We have lost a qiē, we have lost the qiē we once had, and we have even lost the culture of our own race, the traditions of our own race, and the beliefs of our own race!' Gardnan's eyes were red: "After the end of a cruel war between gods and demons, there is no intact village or a complete family on the dividing line...... It was at this time that our first generation of chiefs climbed mountains and waded through rivers, and it took years to gather the remainders. ''O chief of the first generation!' Cohen asked, "Then why are you called the Thirty-Six Tribes and not the Seventy-two Tribes?" "Why are we called the Thirty-Six Tribes?" Do you know my lord, because all the people who survived at that time were only enough to form thirty-six villages!' Gardnan's face turned pale: "Think about it, from a population of 10 million to a population of only 36 villages—how many souls and tears are there!' Cohen, who has two lifetimes of experience, is also a ruthless character, but when he heard this, he was still stunned.

'Thirty-six villages, naturally, there is no race anymore. Gardnan smiled bitterly with self-deprecation: "Humans, orcs, barbarians, elves, sandmen...... All races form a village together, and everyone carefully approaches each other, trembling and living in fear, and finally accepts each other under the threat of survival. ''Don't talk about it!'' Cohen spat on the ground: "Young Master Ben is panicked when he hears this, you should talk about the ten movements!" "The birth of the ten movements is not accidental, you have to listen to it, master...... At the beginning of the 36 tribes, the people did not understand the language, and the habits and traditions were different, which caused great trouble for the chief at that time. Gardnan picked up the score again: "So with the consent of all the tribal chiefs, the chief composed ten movements. From then on, all the tribesmen abandoned all their original traditions and customs, and their life and work were based on the ten movements. Cohen slapped his forehead: "Abandon all the original traditions and customs?" In other words, the 10 movements already contain some of the traditions of all races. Gardnan explained: "After countless generations of development and refinement, the Ten Movements have laid down the way in which all the thirty-six tribes may be encountered. ''For you,' Cohen grabbed his head, "what is the importance of this ten movements?" I can explain it to you like this. Because of the harm that the gods and demons have brought to us. So we don't worship them, and we can even say that we hate them...... They are all evil!' Gardnam's eyes showed determination.

'There's got to be something you worship, right?' Yes, it's the ten movements in my hand. Gardnan said: "We worship the Ten Movements, and we survive on the dividing line because of the Ten Movements." ''Ten movements?' Cohen blinked his eyes, "Ten movements almighty?" "Yes!'' "That's it!'" Cohen touched his chin: "Is there any explanation in the ten movements, what should I do when I meet Master Ben?" Gardnan sighed secretly and decided to give up pouring out blood and tears to the person in front of him. Straight to the ten movements.

'Each of the 10 movements has a very different tune. The purpose of each movement must be symmetrical in order to be effective, and if used incorrectly, it will be counterproductive. ''The tune doesn't matter, the most important thing on the battlefield is the rhythm. Cohen didn't think about it, and said naturally: "You make appropriate adjustments to the rhythm of each movement, and then play flexibly according to the situation of the battlefield!" 'Adjust the rhythm?' Gardnan's mouth was wide open, and he didn't close it for a long time, for him, who had been playing ten movements all his life, changing the rhythm was tantamount to a courtier's rebellion.

Yes, I've heard all ten movements. I don't think there's a problem adjusting the tempo!'''How is this possible?''Gardnam came back to his senses a little: "When the tempo changes, is it still ten movements?" I don't want to hit you. Cohen smiled faintly: "But in fact, the music that touches the soul the most...... There's no set rhythm. There are no two people in this world who are exactly the same, and there are no two souls that are exactly the same, and you don't really think that your ten movements can cure all diseases, do you?" Gardnan was speechless, he could be said to have played all his life at a young age, and what had been passed down from ancient times had long been ingrained. He didn't agree with Cohen, but what could he do now? There was no guarantee for the lives of refugees in the war, and for the sake of the 1,000 places in the tribe that could hopefully escape, ...... Just bet on this one!

'Okay. After a moment of silence, Gardnan said with great difficulty: "It doesn't matter anymore, what kind of rhythm do you need?" Cohen didn't speak, he just grabbed Gardnan's hand and put it on his left chest.

Carlos was busy with his men in the refugee pile, and if he hadn't been accompanied by Gardnam's disciples, he might have had to kill all the refugees before he could take the drums and horns that were considered sacred. But even so, the guys were verbose when they handed over their instruments.

'We want a musical instrument, not your life,' Karos complained to a small tribal leader, "What's the big deal?" "This drum is a hundred years old!If it weren't for Gardnam's decision, we wouldn't have given it to you!" The tribal leader shouted, and God knows where he got such a loud voice: "Be careful! Be careful! Don't lift it like that!" If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't be rude, how could this scoundrel dare to say 'death or give'?

It took Carlos two hours to collect instruments and musicians, and when he returned to Cohen's tent to die, he saw a strange scene—Cohen and Gardnam, with their eyes closed, sitting facing each other, with an open scroll on the small wooden table between them.

It was a long time before Gardnan opened his eyes and raised his right hand, and Carlos saw that he was holding a thin stick.

'Bang-bang, bang-bang......' Gardnam's stick tapped on the table for a while, and then asked Cohen, "Is that so?"

Cohen also opened his eyes, he first shook his head slightly, and then tapped the wooden stick in his hand on the wooden table a few times: "It should be like this." Gardnan continued to tap until Cohen nodded, and Carlos, who looked at the Qiē in confusion, felt that his head was not turning fast enough.

'Write it down,' Gardnan instructed his disciples behind him, then turned to Cohen and said, "It's time for the next movement." ''Carlos,' Cohen asked, turning his head and asking, "Is what I want ready?" and Carlos straightened up, "Yes, sir." I'm ready. ''I've got a map here with where to put these instruments, and you go and put them there.'' Cohen handed over a piece of paper and said, "Then hurry back." I still have something to discuss with you. ''Yes. Sir. Carlos turned and walked out of the tent. Began to direct the soldiers to carry the instruments to the location designated on the map.

'Sir,' a second lieutenant officer asked Carlos, puzzled, "what does Chief Cohen mean by this......?" Chief Cohen's plan for tomorrow's victory over the enemy. Carlos smiled and said, "It works, we just do it!" 'Yes, sir!' The lieutenant went away happily, and as he left, he said, "What a great thing is Sir Cohen!"

'Is it really irretrievable?' Looking up at the night sky, Carlos's heart churned, and a sad and regretful feeling came to him irrepressibly: "Even Chief Cohen, who has been trying to avoid defeat, ...... are all preparing for tomorrow's breakthrough. If it's someone else. Maybe in such a situation, he will insist on believing that Cohen can save the situation, but Carlos is different, he is Cohen's chief of staff, and he knows everything about both the enemy and the enemy.

Although the Demon Coalition lost a lot of soldiers in the siege battle in the previous few days, their backup has been arriving in a steady stream.

Earlier in the evening, there was a legion on the enemy's side. Moreover, the troops who arrived late did not set up tents, and tens of thousands of soldiers sat on the ground......

It seems that the enemy army is preparing to fight to the death tomorrow, and the current truce is just for the soldiers to accumulate for tomorrow's battle.

In this afternoon's battle. Carlos knew that the Demon Alliance's massive siege engines had taken shape.

Not only are the soldiers exhausted and the supplies exhausted, but even the wall in front of them, which has always been regarded as a barrier to life, is about to collapse.

The enemy will send up to 300,000 troops tomorrow. If you count your own side, there are no more than 40,000 people with good arms and legs who can stand up without shaking. There is really no other way than to let some people break through.

But it seems to be a little more difficult to break through in this situation - Cohen must have felt this and used these instruments!

'But,' said Carlos, looking at the busy soldiers in the distance, "it is a bit of a joke to make such an arrangement, and I hope that the enemy commander will be in a state of idiocy tomorrow!' When Carlos returned to Cohen's tent again, the two madmen had already finished beating their sticks—no doubt, and Carlos had decided to call them madmen at the first sight of the situation.

Although this is not very respectful to Cohen, there is little hope for everyone's survival tomorrow, and there is not much chance to even call Cohen like that, not to mention that this habit is the method that Carlos uses to relieve stress.

At the pre-war meeting that followed, Carlos shouted in his mind that Cohen was crazy, because Cohen announced to everyone the next day's tactics.

'Give up the walls!' Cohen hung his trademark smile on his face, "I've decided." In fact, all the senior officers had known the news beforehand, and Carlos, who had missed the news because of something, almost fainted, and the other officers had mixed reactions......

It took a long time for the tent to be quiet.

......Seeing that no one else spoke, Carlos, who was older than all of them, reluctantly exercised his duty and asked Cohen, "Is this good for us?" As if satisfied with his reaction, Cohen nodded slightly: "According to the intelligence of the reconnaissance group tonight, the enemy has completed the manufacture of siege equipment, and their catapults have also been installed and debugged in this afternoon's battle. If we continue to defend the walls tomorrow, we will suffer many unnecessary casualties under the blows of the enemy's large number of long-range catapults. ''Your complete plan, Sir, is ......'' We abandon the walls and enter the positions built on the streets. Cohen pointed to the map and said, "And the enemy, what will their commander have planned for tomorrow?" There are so many armies that once they are lined up, they don't have a chance to start over, which means that they can't adjust even if they find that the formation is wrong, and when the enemy forces are at a loss on the walls, we can attack. ''Second, if we abandon the walls, their catapults and siege engines will be useless. And our main force is to hold the enemy firmly in this position!' Cohen's hand slapped heavily on the map: "After that, I have prepared two counter-offensive forces, which will be unable to attack the enemy for a long time. Strike back when morale drops!'' in tomorrow's operation. The most important thing is to grasp the timing! Everyone must act decisively after getting my signal! Disobey the ...... Punish severely!' Cohen's gaze became solemn. One by one, they swept over several of the closest people, and several of them all lowered their heads after they came into contact with his gaze.

Carlos saw it in his eyes and understood that these people already knew that they would be in the 'counter-offensive force' tomorrow.

In Cohen's words, there is not a lot of tactical arrangement, and the main thing is almost religious hypnosis...... While this was something Cohen had always disliked, it came out of his mouth with a natural and inflammatory feeling.

Listening to someone's tirade, Carlos knew that Cohen wouldn't lead the team in tomorrow's battle. If the troops are encouraged in this way. Then it is necessary to use the main general as the mainstay to support the scene, once the main general makes a slight mistake, the entire army will be finished.

How could Cohen not know this, but it was 300,000 against 40,000, and no matter what the final battle turned out, most of the people here would die. Instead of closing their eyes in despair, it is better to let them die with a little hope, and in this case, maybe the pain will be much less.

'Okay, so do you all know about each task?' Cohen finally ended his hypnosis to others, and to himself, "If it's all right, go back and prepare!" as the officers stepped out of their tents. Cohen stopped Carlos and asked him to go for a walk with him.

'What's wrong. Looks like you're not very emotional!'It's nothing, sir, I'm just a little tired. Carlos was in a state of flux, he didn't expect that he was also on Cohen's retreat list, and the melancholy in his heart just now was gone. It's not that I'm unhappy that I don't have a chance to escape, but because the officers who enter the counteroffensive unit are the best people in the regiment.

'You weren't like that before,' Cohen said as he walked, "Do you have any other ideas for tomorrow?" ''Well, you'll stay in the counter-offensive forces tomorrow!'' Cohen said, "I have enough men with me." ''Sir, I'm your chief of staff,' Karos paused for a moment, then said in an affirmative tone, "even if I can't help much, it's my duty to be by your side." ''Why be so stubborn?'' Know that there is already your place in the counter-offensive forces. ''The subordinate refuses to accept your dispatch,' and Carlos is still determined to stay: "As an assistant sent to you by the Emperor of the Spya Empire, I have the right to do so, and I will not die to counterattack the troops." ''!'' Cohen's foul mouth came again, "One and two like this!" ''Sir,' a triumphant smile appeared on Carlos' face, "Honestly, there are some slight differences between me and the others...... From now on, I will follow you step by step. "If you don't go, it's better not to go, since it's your own choice." Cohen gave him a dejected look, then raised his voice and scolded, "Don't fucking smile at me, it's not something to be happy about!" There was a commotion in the distance, it was Gardnan training his musician temporarily, and it seemed that this guy was doing his best for tomorrow's battle.

'Carlos ......' Cohen hesitated for a moment and asked the people around him in a low voice: "I have been thinking that it should be my fault for not retreating at the beginning of the battle when danger arises. ''Sir, you can't be blamed for this, you've done a great job. Carlos replied cautiously that it was better not to provoke his commander as much as possible with the war imminent, although it was Cohen's fault.

Not really. Cohen shook his head and said, "My speculation about the situation has always been only at the tactical level, and I have not done a good job in strategy. I was so bent on fighting Gironde that I was trying to get my face back, and I should have retreated when Gironde appeared. "Sir, this can't be helped, the military department won't let us retreat, and the Demon Coalition is well prepared, we are surrounded by a tight encirclement, no matter which direction we retreat, they have a way to surround us. Carlos whispered, "As for the mistakes, do you want to hear the story of a petty officer?" Cohen nodded.

'What a glory it was to have a little boy of not very good origin, and when he first saw the cavalry of the Guards passing by in front of his house, the cavalry rode on tall horses, dressed in shining silver armor, and had white bird feathers standing proudly on their helmets...... From then on, the kid dreamed of becoming an honorable officer. Carlos spoke slowly, his eyes foggy: "He knows that the road to becoming an officer is difficult, so he keeps learning and learning everything he can learn...... Eventually, he graduated from the Holy Capital College as a civilian and became a second lieutenant. ''And then?' Cohen asked with interest. (To be continued......)