84_84561 "Chu Ci, the death of the country, is this talking about the death of the country?" Ah Shu muttered. Knowing the meaning, the sadness in his heart was even stronger. Even if he is not very proficient in the history of the Central Plains, after fighting in Xiangyang for five or six years, Ah Shu also knows that this is the land of the old Chu, and as for the name of the national martyrdom, there is no need to explain. Now some people are reciting this song here, obviously lamenting the fall of Xiangyang and the imminent demise of the Great Song Dynasty.

Since he was a child, Ah Shu followed his father Wuliang to fight in the east and west, and he didn't know how many countries were destroyed, and he had seen countless people whose countries were ruined, but he had never experienced the feeling of losing his country. But now that he listened to the singing and piano sounds, he was touched in his heart, and couldn't help but think: "A hundred years later, if my Dayuan also reaches the time of the death of the country, will anyone sing such a sad song?"

The singing continued, and Ah Shu was sad for a while, and suddenly thought of why he was in the tent so early, and his heart was a little clearer. Looking around, I saw that the Han strategists had sunk into the song again at some point, and so did the surrounding soldiers. Seeing this, he was suddenly shocked in his heart, and finally understood the origin of his previous uneasiness. With his intelligence, if he can't see that the sound of the song and the piano is confusing people's hearts, then he will really be ashamed of the position of marshal of the southern capital.

Knowing this, Ah Shu couldn't sit still anymore, he knew that the best way to break this spell was that his will must be firm, and he recalled his battles over the years, and suddenly his fighting spirit rose, and he forcibly suppressed the sense of pathos. Lifting the whip, Ah Shu "swish", "swish" and "swish" whipped a few lashes from the generals and soldiers in the tent, and shouted: "Beat the drums, blow the trumpet, suppress this song!" Obviously, he knew that although this song sounded like it was in his ears, it was still far away from him, and most of it came from the direction of Guo Jing's breakthrough. This tent is still far from the place where Guo Jing broke through, and it has been affected so much, so go to ambush Guo Jing and the others' soldiers and horses. Obviously, the greater impact and the most effective way to do this is to blow the trumpet. The voice of sorrow was suppressed with the voice of conquest.

Those people were whipped a few times by Ah Shu, and they also came to their senses a little. But these people don't have the same perseverance as Ah Shu. Listening to the singing and piano sounds in his ears, as well as the faint crying, not long after he woke up, most of them sank into it again, even if a few of them reluctantly went out to convey the Ashu order, but they did not get a response from the surrounding soldiers, so they had to do it themselves, and a few drums sounded sporadically. But where can I suppress the sound of singing and piano.

It didn't take long for the crying to get louder and louder, and several Han strategists in the tent were already wailing with the crying, and even Ah Shu himself could barely suppress the sorrow in his heart, and he had the urge to cry with them. Seeing this, he barely controlled himself, tore off his shirt and blocked his ears, but he still couldn't stop the sound from coming. I had to try my best to recall my experience of fighting and resist this feeling.

A few miles away from the west gate of Xiangyang, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Zhu Ziliu and others who were breaking through also heard the sound of singing and piano. Even if I was prepared, I felt a sense of pathos in my heart, and I felt the urge to cry bitterly. After guarding Xiangyang for 30 years, but now it has been broken through, so that their resonance with this voice is much stronger than that of the Mongols. However, thinking that this was the best effort of Fang Zhixing and Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others still suppressed this pathos and beckoned everyone to move forward. The people and soldiers and horses who broke through the siege of Xiangyang City are now in the Twenty-Eight Mansions Great Array, and under the interconnection of each other, the resistance to this sound is much higher than that of a single person. Even if one of them is affected, it will be driven by others around them. Keep moving forward.

It didn't take long for the crowd to approach the place surrounded by the Mongols. Some of those who were closer to see these people standing dumbfounded in the starlight seemed to have a deeper sense of pathos, and their hearts were both amazed and horrified. Such a strange situation made them feel unreal in their hearts at the same time, but they had to believe what they were seeing. Some people thought of the legendary immortals and demon Dao, and a thought even came to their hearts: "Could it be that the real person of the Divine Sword Fang has really become an immortal?"

However, at this time, it was obviously not the time to think about this, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others knew that Fang Zhixing and Huang Yaoshi did this, and it would definitely consume a lot, and once something went wrong, it would make the Mongolians wake up, so they kept urging everyone to move forward. But Rao was like this, as one person in the crowd couldn't help but cry bitterly, many people cried, and the whole team gradually stagnated.

Seeing that he was about to get out of the Mongol encirclement, but in the end, this situation happened, Guo Jing suddenly secretly shouted "not good" in his heart, for fear that the Mongols next to him would be alerted. But what he didn't expect was that together with this cry, the surrounding Mongolians also cried bitterly, wailing, and sad, as if they were the ones who lost their country. Even he himself, affected by this cry, was equally saddened.

As soon as this feeling emerged, Guo Jing forced it down, and his heart was anxious. As one of the top masters in the world, even he has been affected, which shows the feelings of others. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sing loudly: "Wu Gexi was in the rhino armor, and the car was wrong and the soldiers were short-handed." The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first. Ling Yu staggered for the rest of his life, and his left side was injured and his right blade was injured. The haze is two rounds and four horses, and the jade is beating the drum. When the sky is frightened, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned......"

Halfway through the singing, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and some masters who broke through from Xiangyang slowly stopped crying, and followed Guo Jing to say loudly: "You can't go in and out, and the plain is far away." With a long sword, he carried the Qin bow, and his head was not punished. Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible. The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute. ”

Finally, after this singing, the singing and piano sound stopped, and many people who broke through from Xiangyang also stopped singing. Seeing this, Guo Jing didn't have time to think about the reason, hurriedly waved the command flag, and quickly led the team away when the Mongolians were still crying bitterly.

It didn't take long for the Mongolian camp to suddenly sound the sound of war drums and horns, the drums were high-pitched, the horns were excited, and they became louder and louder, mixed with some sounds of gold and iron. It seems that the war drums, horns, golden gongs, and even weapons in the Mongol army are all sounding. In the midst of this familiar voice, many Mongol soldiers, finally returning from their sorrow, stopped crying. Some people are still strange in their hearts, and they don't know why they suddenly cry.

However, before they could be confused, after a while, many Mongol soldiers had been ordered to quickly chase after them under the leadership of the generals, following the footprints left by the people in Xiangyang. (To be continued)