Tianyun City is deathly silent, and the strong afternoon sunlight shines on the city wall, reflecting a mottled bronze color.
Chu Tiantian sat calmly on the city wall, with an antique musical instrument in front of him. He held a cup of tea in his hand and blew it nonchalantly.
The snorts of the hundreds of thousands of black-armored cavalry and horses below the city rolled past like thunder, knocking all the birds in the sky to the ground.
Just after the war horses snorted, a drum suddenly sounded.
"Boom!"
This drum beat rushed from the team of black-armored cavalry, as if the emotions in people's hearts were suddenly lifted up, and they rushed towards the sky.
"Dong...dong...dong..."
Suddenly, the only thing left in the whole world was this fierce drumbeat.
The sound of drums is loud, monotonous but intense, and seems to be able to arouse the most primitive blood in people's hearts and make people's blood boil.
The east wind blows the war drums, how many soldiers are sent back to the battlefield? Fight, fight, fight!!!!
In the team of black-armored cavalry, there are ten wooden platforms towering high, and ten drummers with a height of nine feet and naked upper bodies hold the drumsticks tightly with both hands, and beat like raindrops on the huge Opi war drum in front of them.
superior!
With every sound of the drum, the black-armored cavalry took a step forward, and the clatter of the armor fell into the hearts of the soldiers and civilians in the city.
Their hearts are beating faster and faster...
"Kill...kill...kill..."
The beating of the war drums became more and more rapid, and the black-armored cavalry sitting on the war horses simultaneously burst out with chilling shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
The ground was shaking, and the city walls seemed to be shaking. Chu Tian had no doubt that if these 100,000 cavalry were allowed to rush over, Tianyun City would definitely not be able to be saved.
From the beginning of the rebellion to the present, the black-armored cavalry has always been the most effective unit of the Xia family. For hundreds of years since the founding of the Xia Dynasty, the iron-clad camps and flowing soldiers and cavalry warriors have changed one after another, and their strength has become stronger and stronger.
The soldiers who enter the black-armored cavalry must at least be at the sixth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, where internal energy can be released externally.
"Kill...kill...kill..."
The momentum of the imperial cavalry is rising rapidly, and the chilling atmosphere is getting thicker and thicker. The internal energy of the black-armored cavalry, mixed together, has stirred up the wind and clouds, and the clear sky suddenly turned gloomy.
"What a strong momentum. Three hundred and thirty-three war drums. There are still thirty-three drums left. Three war drums and one step. If they are allowed to complete these last ten steps, the city will be over for that day!" Chu Tian looked at it!
The dark clouds were getting thicker in the sky. I took a deep breath and placed the tea cup in my hand on the corner of the piano stand.
"In that case, I will first dampen your spirit!" A cold light flashed in Chu Tian's eyes, and his fingers instantly picked up the strings.
"Zheng!"
The drumbeat between heaven and earth continued, but suddenly an exciting piano sound came from the city wall, rising in the sky, the sound was sharp and passionate, like an eagle dormant and soaring into the sky, and like fireworks exploding in all directions.
"clank!"
The intensive sound of the war drums was actually stagnated by the sound of the piano. Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the ten war drummers at the same time. They tried to steady their minds. The war drums only stalled for a moment before they continued to beat them with all their strength.
But the momentum of the black-armored cavalry could not continue to rise because of this short stagnation.
Chutian's ten fingers moved quickly, using unique fingering techniques to stir up the strings. The sound was filled with murderous intent and flowed out from the strings, one sound louder than the other, intertwined with the sound of the drum.
When two armies confront each other, morale is the key. The role of war drums is to raise the morale of the soldiers to the extreme before charging, so that they can better attack the city and kill the enemy.
But to improve morale, it is important to do it in one breath. If the rhythm is disrupted and you cannot fully release it in one breath, it will in turn hurt yourself.
What Chu Tian wants now is this effect. There is a saying in the art of war: make a strong effort, then weaken again, and then exhaust it three times. He just wants to use his music to influence the opponent's drummer and completely suppress the opponent's morale.
If so, you will win by five points without fighting!
The ten drummers, sweating like raindrops, struggled desperately in the sound of Chutian's piano, constantly calculating the drum beats in their hearts.
"Three hundred and twenty-seven..."
"Three hundred and twenty-eight..."
"Three hundred and thirty-one..."
There were also the last two drum beats. The ten drummers worked hard, but they had no idea that although they were conscious, the rhythm of the drum beats had been completely affected by the sound of Chu Tian's piano.
Even though they knew that there were two more drum beats at the end, they couldn't stop if Chutian didn't let them stop.
"Boom..."
"Boom..."
Three hundred and thirty-three drum beats were finally played. The black-armored cavalry, who were holding their breath because of the subtle changes that disrupted the rhythm, finally waited for this moment, roared in unison, and began to attack the city.
"Boom!"
After the 333rd drumbeat fell, another drumbeat sounded again!
The momentum of the black-armored cavalry seemed to be forced back by life at this moment. With a sound of "poof...", they all spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their internal injuries were unexpectedly suppressed!
The sound of the drum finally stopped, but the sound of the piano continued. After being fierce and sharp, it suddenly became unhurried and unhurried, as if a king was stepping steadily, slowly walking towards the city's 100,000-strong cavalry.
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Infected by the sound of the piano, everyone inside and outside the city couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship.
Everyone was watching, and there was silence. All eyes fell on the young man on the city wall.
One person, one piano, facing the empire's 100,000 cavalry alone!
In the imperial army that was like a black flood, Xia Wuyou, who was standing tall on the commanding platform in the middle, suddenly became solemn.
"So familiar, how could it be so familiar..." There was a trace of confusion and struggle on his face, as if he was recalling something.
The sound of the piano suddenly rose higher, and he moved forward indomitably, revealing the spirit of being the only one who dominates the world.
"Zheng!"
As if a long sword was unsheathed and looking at the sky, the black-armored horses suddenly landed on their front legs and prostrated on the ground.
The cavalrymen on horseback had deep horror in their eyes.
The blue sky above is poor and the yellow spring is below, there are eight desolate places in the world, but I am the only one who is supreme!
"Human Emperor!?" Xia Wuyou's eyes, which were closed in contemplation, suddenly opened. He finally thought of something and let out a horrifying scream.
"No, this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible..." Xia Wuyou looked horrified and felt extremely panicked.
"National Master, National Master..." A man in black robes, as skinny as a ghost, called softly, causing Xia Wuyou to wake up from her panic instantly.
"This boy is extraordinary. There is a lot of weirdness in the sound of the piano..." Xia Wuyou let out a long sigh and stared at the young man on the city wall.
"Huh, what's the use of playing the piano so well? A mere junior in the Huangfu realm is so arrogant, asking me to kill him as a national master!" The man in black robe sneered and said with disdain.
"That's fine," Xia Wuyou nodded, looked at the man in black robes thoughtfully, and said, "Ghost is worried, if you can kill this kid, it will be enough to offset your failure in the Thousand Hands Sect's interception!
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The black robe trembled, and a trace of pain and anger seemed to flash in his gleaming eyes. The man in black robe was like a huge black eagle, flying across the sky, rushing toward Chu Tian on the city wall!