''Haha, I really can't cry without seeing the coffin when I see you! But when you cry, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!" Chen Xiaomu sneered.

Zhang Yong began to panic like never before, but he could not lose face in front of this childish boy, because there was always a glimmer of hope in his heart to support him, which was a principle he believed in in the officialdom all year round.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing!

Seeing Chen Xiaomu's attitude towards him, he knew that it would be useless to talk in front of him, so he simply closed his mouth and eyes and said nothing.

Chen Xiaomu asked Li Gui to escort the gang to the city gate tower, and specifically ordered Zhang Yong to be shackled to prevent him from escaping.

After arranging things at the inn, Chen Xiaomu and Ximen Ruoen took Zhou Huiniang back to the palace. Since there was still a lack of food in the palace at this time, Queen Lu and Su Xingchen only ate some pickles and drank two bowls of millet porridge when they got up in the morning. Chen Xiaomu

After coming in, he greeted Queen Lu and explained his purpose of coming. He wanted to invite Queen Lu to come to the main gate tower of Xinjing City to review the Zheng officers and soldiers who were participating in the city entry ceremony.

After hearing this, Queen Lu's spirits were lifted. Her previous sick look was gone. Even her coughing miraculously disappeared. With tears in her eyes, she said continuously: "Okay."

Ah, okay, Chen'er, come and help me to the city gate tower, I want to see with my own eyes my Zheng army marching into the new capital!"

Su Xingchen and a palace maid hurriedly came over to help Queen Lu. The old eunuch Wang Gonggong brought a fur cloak for Queen Lu to put on, and arranged for Queen Lu to go up to the gate tower to inspect the Zheng army entering the city. Chen Xiaomu led Ximen non-stop.

Ruoen and Zhou Huiniang arrived at the main gate of the new capital city. On the other side of the moat here, Tang Huai and Zhang Yunji gathered more than ten thousand soldiers to form four columns and prepared to enter the city through the suspension bridge. But to his disappointment, they passed by Liantian Belt.

During the night of marching, fighting, and fighting, the soldiers of the Zheng army who participated in the city's entry ceremony were all in ragged clothes and armor. Even standing there, they looked droopy and lacked energy. There were more than a thousand cavalry behind them, who were so excited because they were riding on their horses.

It's slightly better than the infantry in front.

Chen Xiaomu really began to feel worried. Holding a military parade in such a state of mind was simply making a fool of himself. He even secretly regretted that he had to hold such a military parade into the city because he was so happy about his success.

He called Tang Huai and Zhang Yun and asked them to find ways to boost morale. Tang Huai smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Chen, we have been fighting a war without logistics since we came out of Tianquan County. Now because of the new capital city

There is no problem for the soldiers to eat with the grain and grass left by the Chu army, but the armor that can be replaced now is only the armor left by the Chu army in the warehouse, but do you think it is appropriate for our Zheng army to wear the Chu army's armor during the military parade?"

Zhang Yun also said, "I discussed it with General Tang last night. Since the Hubei troops I brought out from Xinhe County are still wearing the armor of the Chu army, none of our Hubei troops will participate in today's military parade.

They are only responsible for patrolling and arranging security in the city. I asked each of them to tie a belt on their arms to distinguish them from the previous Chu troops and to prevent misunderstandings!"

A few people walked and talked like this, and unknowingly approached the Zheng Jun soldiers who were lined up. Chen Xiaomu looked up at the disheveled Zheng Jun soldiers standing in front of him. He sighed inwardly and complained that he was too reckless. When they left,

Passing by a soldier, Chen Xiaomu saw the soldier carrying an ox horn slung over his armour. His eyes lit up. He stood next to the soldier, reached out and picked up the horn slung on his body and turned it over in his hand.

Huai signaled the soldiers to take off the horns and hand them to Chen Xiaomu.

Chen Xiaomu took the horn, put it to his mouth and blew it. The horn made a thick whining sound. He shook his head, tapped the horn with his fingers, and turned to Tang Huai to ask if this thing was made of iron."

Tang Huai and Zhang Yun, including Ximen Ruoen, who had been in the military, all looked at each other in shock when they heard Chen Xiaomu's words. They didn't know how to answer him. This time, before Tang Huai could speak, Ximen Ruoen quietly came up.

Taking a step forward, he whispered to Chen Xiaomu: "This thing is made of iron. There are so many people here! Don't make people laugh!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaomu acted as if he hadn't heard anything. Holding the horn in his hand, he still asked Tang Huai reluctantly, "Can I ask a blacksmith to strike this iron?"

Tang Huai saw that he was helpless and said angrily, "Mr. Chen, this is a war horn. It has the same function as a military drum. You will not beat the war drum or blow the military horn during the city entry ceremony."

Boost morale, right? Then when the soldiers hear the sound of drums and bugles, they will charge! Do you think it is appropriate?"

Chen Xiaomu was so depressed that he handed the horn back to the soldier and asked puzzledly, "I'm just asking if this horn is made of iron? Why are you talking so much?"

Tang Huai really didn't want to tangle with him anymore, so he smiled bitterly and said: "You said it was a bull horn, but have you ever seen that bull's horns are made of iron? If you want to blow the iron horn, unless it is used to notify the king of hell when someone dies.

Know the Weeping God's Horn, once the so-called Weeping God's Horn sounds, the King of Hell will know it!"

"Oh," Chen Xiaomu suddenly became interested, "Can you find someone to blow for me now?"

As soon as Chen Xiaomu said these words, the people standing around him, and even the soldiers who were lining up not far from them, were stunned. How unlucky it must be for someone to blow the cry of death on such a happy day!

All the people's faces suddenly felt like a layer of frost. Tang Huai said with a cold face: "Mr. Chen, you are too willful. Can you blow the Weeping God Horn casually? These soldiers have survived through life and death.

When you blow the trumpet while they are being reviewed, isn't this a curse to their death?"

Chen Xiaomu shook his head and said with a smile: "Look at the fuss you are making, the Weeping God Horn is just a musical instrument, just like this horn. If you use it on the battlefield, it will be a marching horn. If you use it

If used in funerals, wouldn't it be an ominous thing? It's all caused by human psychology. Besides, I'm just curious, can't I take a look?"

When he said this, everyone was speechless. After a long silence, Tang Huai let out a long breath and said to the soldier carrying the horn, "Go to the funeral team to find a Weeping God horn and let Mr. Chen take a look!"

The soldier carrying the horn went away in response to the sound. After a short time, he brought back a small cornet that was pitch black and covered in oil, much like the military horns of later generations. He presented it to Chen Xiaomu. Chen Xiao couldn't help but feel that he had taken it.

He felt nauseous, but he still lifted up his clothes and wiped the mouthpiece on the back again and again. Then he held back his discomfort, put the mouthpiece into his mouth, and blew a little, and a sound of "wow wah wah" made people cry and howl.

He himself was shocked.

Seeing that everyone was staring at him without speaking, he had to pretend not to notice, and lowered his head to see how the ghostly sound came from the phone. This sight allowed him to see some clues. It turned out that there was something behind this.

The mouthpiece is too flat, and the air intake from the back is forced in with your mouth, so you can't play high notes.

Chen Xiaomu dialed down the mouthpiece, inserted the tip of the short knife Ximen Ruoen gave him at the inn into the mouthpiece to support it on both sides, then stuffed the mouthpiece back into the mouthpiece, and searched in his mind for his favorite song from later generations.

A "Military March" by the composer Schubert. This time when this exciting and high-pitched military music with an unusually strong rhythm came out from the Weeping God's Horn, everyone was stunned in shock, and then Tang Huai

, Zhang Yun, Ximen Ruoen and others were shaken by their emotions, and their eye circles began to turn red. The soldiers in the formation couldn't help but stand up straight, immersed in the high-pitched, bright, and inspiring military music. I believe that as long as someone makes a sound at this time

Under the command, these soldiers will charge forward desperately.

The Weeping God Horn was still sounding, and this heavenly sound was surging over the crowd. No one spoke, their faces turned red, and they were waiting quietly with the swords and guns in their hands tightly clenched.

Finally, like a great drama coming to an end, the sound of the Weeping God's Horn slowly stopped, but these people did not wake up and still stood motionless.

Chen Xiaomu pushed Ximen Ruoen beside him and said with a smile: "This is the song we men use when we fight. You pretend to be so mesmerized. Do you understand?"

Ximen Ruoen was startled, suddenly woke up, glared at him with an irritated look, and said, "Are you the legendary magic sound?"

"Yes, the princess is right. This must be the legendary magic sound that is so breathtaking!" Zhang Yun also came over and said.

"Mr. Chen, is this really the magic sound you are playing? I have never heard such a passionate piece of music!" After hearing Ximen Ruoen and Zhang Yun say this, Tang Huai also became confused.

"I really don't know what the magic sound you are talking about is, but this piece is written by a composer who even you don't know. Its official name is "Army March". This piece will only sound good if played together.

Well, this is an odd number, and this number is not official, so I can only make do with it." Regardless of whether he understood it or not, Chen Xiaomu still explained it to them.

"'Oh my God, doesn't this sound good? If I really tell you what kind of ensemble sounds good, wouldn't it take away people's souls?" Zhang Yun let out an exclamation!

Tang Huai took the Weeping God Horn in Chen Xiaomu's hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then said with a smile, "I heard the sound of this thing before, and I immediately got goosebumps all over my body. I didn't expect this thing to be in Mr. Chen's hand.

You can also make such a passionate voice. If I hadn’t been following you for so many days, I would really doubt that you were a descendant of the Divine Comedy. I will make a request soon. I wonder if I should say it or not?"

"You want a few of the weeping trumpet players to ask me to teach them this tune, and then use this tune with a strong rhythm to accompany the soldiers' entry ceremony?" As soon as Tang Huai opened his mouth, Chen Xiaomu knew what he wanted to say.

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Tang Huai nodded sheepishly.

Chen Xiaomu said with a smile: "People without any musical foundation will not be able to play this piece of music well in a short period of time. Then it will sound like a ghost screaming, so it is better not to play! So it definitely won't work."

Disappointment instantly filled Tang Huai's face, and on the faces of Zhang Yun and Ximen Ruoen, this piece of music was really nice. People like Ximen Ruoen had heard music played by professional palace musicians in the palace since they were young.

In terms of momentum, it's not even one ten thousandth as good as this song.

In fact, not only this "Army March" but also many other songs are suitable for today's military parade, such as "Triumph March" and "Cavalry March". Chen Xiaomu also listed the names of some marches of later generations.

"If Mr. Chen can have such a song to accompany our Zheng army into the city, even though our armor is in tatters, our morale will be greatly boosted. No one in the country can surpass our Zheng army's military parade ceremony!" Tang Huai looked at it with a longing expression on his face.

Chen Xiaomu.

Chen Xiaomu thought for a while and said: "Otherwise, you go find a larger Weeping God and bring it over. I will go to the city gate upstairs to see if Empress Lu has come. I will stand at the city gate later.

Blow the trumpet upstairs and stand high so that the sound can be carried far. As soon as my trumpet sounds, you will begin to lead the army into the city, but you must go faster, otherwise I will not be able to keep up with you."

Tang Huai and others were overjoyed when they heard this, and immediately sent people to the funeral team to find an almost new Weeping God and brought it back to Chen Xiaomu.

When Chen Xiaomu climbed up to the city gate tower, Queen Lu was sitting in the pavilion on the city gate tower. Next to her stood Su Xingchen, Wang Gonggong and several palace maids and eunuchs, who were watching with interest the dark Zheng Zheng on the other side of the moat at the city gate.

When the officers and soldiers lined up in the army saw Chen Xiaomu coming, they quickly waved to him and asked Chen Xiaomu to stand next to her. Su Xingchen's sharp eyes saw the Weeping God in Chen Xiaomu's hand, and his cheerful expression suddenly froze.

She turned around, blocking Queen Lu's view, and glared at Chen Xiaomu who was walking over, as if she was asking him, today is a big day, what do you mean by bringing this unlucky thing up?

When Chen Xiaomu saw Su Xingchen's expression, he immediately understood what was going on. He immediately put the hand holding the Weeping God Horn behind his back. Since Queen Lu was sitting here, he couldn't blatantly explain the Weeping God Horn to Su Xingchen.
Chapter completed!