Volume Four, The Year of the Curtain, Chapter 127, The First Day
The first day of the Battle of Qingxia.
The weather is sunny.
It is advisable to go to mourn and do not take any other matters.
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Compared with the screams and depravity that sounded from time to time between the fields, the exit of Qingxia was quiet, with the strings of the piano trembling and the flute and the pipes roaring, and there was no sound.
At this moment, a whimper suddenly sounded under the quiet tent.
That's the sound of a flute.
The fourth senior brother suddenly raised his head, looked at Ximen Buhuo, looked at his pale face, looked at the beads of sweat like soybeans on his forehead, and his right hand holding the wooden pen trembled slightly, and his expression gradually became solemn.
With a clanging sound.
The piano sounded again.
Senior Sister Qi raised her head, and her fingers holding the embroidery needle began to tremble. She looked at Beigong Weiyang, and looked at the strings dyed with blood in front of him, and a worried expression appeared on her face.
Gradually, the sound of the piano and flute occasionally sounded again.
This means that Beigong and Ximen are really tired, and they can no longer play the music that is full of energy from beginning to end like before. The control cannot be accurate. The more they are, the more they want to deal with those charges.
The war horses that come require more mental energy and spirit.
The people under the tent looked up and looked at Beigong and Ximen who were playing the piano and flute in silence, with worry on their faces written on them.
The second senior brother standing in the wilderness outside the tent did not turn around, and his right hand reached towards the hilt of the iron sword.
Beigong and Ximen did not know that the eyes of their fellow disciples were falling on themselves, their spirit, attention, and even their entire souls were between the piano and the flute.
They discovered the problem first.
They were unwilling to withdraw from the battle.
The disciples of the academy under the tent knew that the Xiling Temple coalition forces had to launch suicide attacks continuously despite the heavy casualties, in order to drag down their own people, and to be more precise, to drag down their second senior brother.
Because I guarded Qingxia, I finally have to look at my second senior brother.
So what these junior brothers and sisters need to do is to hold on for the senior brother as much as possible, so that the senior brother can rest for a while and deal with the real attack that may come soon.
Beigong and Ximen were indeed tired, their bodies were very tired. Their fingers were very tired, and the blood flowed from their fingers was dyed on the strings and flute tubes, and the sounds of the piano and flute began to become hoarse.
But their hearts are not tired.
At least at this moment, their hearts are firm and strong enough.
Beigong Weiyang's fingers playing the zither suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, looked at the coalition cavalry that were rushing in the fields, and smiled casually.
Then he let out a clear whistle and waved his wrist.
The bleeding fingers brushed from behind on the strings, and the movements were extremely chic.
A clear sound of piano sounded like a spring water.
Ximen Buhuo heard the real sound of the piano and showed a resolute smile on his face. The flute tube suddenly burst out with a real and bright sound like a shepherd boy blowing leaves!
At this time, the piano and flute no longer play silent music, but the true sound comes out.
The spring water tinkles. It gradually turns into a golden strike!
The shepherd boy blows the leaves and gradually turns into a sad roar!
The sound of the piano and flute came from the wilderness with an unyielding scent.
That's a golden sword, that's an iron horse!
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The violent sound of the piano and flute made the charge of the horses violently. For those temples or Southern Jin cavalry riding on the horses, these musical sounds were like countless sharp knives that pierced directly into their
Mind!
Several cavalrymen who rushed in the front shouted and fell off their horses, their feet were dragged by kicks, and their bodies were dragged in the fields. After a moment, they were covered in blood and countless bones were broken.
Their hands were clearly empty, but they did not untie their feet, but just covered their ears tightly. For them, the pain brought by the sound of the piano and flute was more than being dragged by a war horse in front of the ground at this time.
OK. The pain of breaking bones and crushing flesh is countless times greater!
The moment more cavalry heard the sound of the piano and flute, their faces suddenly pale. They instinctively threw out all the weapons that they shouldn't have lost, and then covered their ears tightly.
However, even so, they still could not stop the sound of the piano and flute. They penetrated into their ears like the murmur of the Lord, and penetrated into their deep minds. They cut their consciousness into countless painful fragments.
The howlings, cryings, and crying sounded constantly in the fields. The originally disciplined cavalry all turned into madmen at this time, covering their ears and their faces were twisted in pain.
In this case, the cavalry naturally could not charge any way. The horses who had lost their command stopped restlessly and jumped back and forth in the fields, looking particularly frightened and confused.
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The piano and flute were silent before, but the right horse was.
At this time, Beigong Weiyang and Ximen Buhuo finally got the real fire, so the sound of the piano and flute gradually appeared and began to face people.
Just as the sound of the piano and flute sounded, the faces of the disciples of the academy under the tent suddenly changed.
Because they knew very well what the price this music would cost for Beigong and Ximen.
The fourth senior brother reached out and wanted to stop Beigong from playing the piano, but he couldn't bear to stop him from waving his wet black hair and looking at his crazy and cheerful appearance.
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There is a half-circle area of hundreds of feet outside Qingxia.
The second senior brother stood inside.
Outside the semicircle, there were countless cavalry from the Xiling Temple coalition forces, which were covered in black, just like the famous breakwater dike on the storm sea of Song Dynasty. However, there were constant screams and screams in the black dike.
I don’t know how many war horses fell to the ground and died, how many cavalry were crushed to death by heavy war horses, how many war horses and cavalry were still alive, but broke their bones and flesh were worse than death.
You can vaguely see some war horses and cavalry's ears with cotton balls, but it is obvious that these cotton balls did not have the expected effect, and were stained with red blood stains, and the eardrums were probably shattered.
This is a tragic scene.
Over the past countless years, there have been countless tragic wars in this world, but such scenes rarely appear, and these are just because of a guqin and a flute.
Even the disciples of the academy under the tent felt a little reluctant to look at this scene.
Standing in front, the second senior brother who was closest to the corpses of these heavy cavalrymen, had no expression on his face. His expression was still so calm, and his eyebrows were still so straight.
The cavalry of the Xiling Temple coalition forces were still trying to charge towards Qingxia, but the terrain at this time had been filled with the corpses of companions and war horses. It was difficult to find the gap.
At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly sounded from the pile of corpses that were screaming!
A burly military general from the Southern Jin Dynasty shouted loudly, pushed away the corpses pressing against him, held iron spears in both hands, and rushed towards his second senior brother.
Behind, there were several martial arts masters in the army who were not knocked down by the sound of Qin and Xiao. Hearing the loud shout, he stepped on the saddle and rushed into the air, attacking the second senior brother like a flying stone.
The Southern Jin general was the strongest and fastest. The iron spear in his hand pierced violently, penetrated a straight line in the air, forcing all the air inside out. The spearhead was filled with a loud thunderous sound.
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The second senior brother reached out with expressionless face and held the hilt of the iron sword.
Then he smashed the Southern Jin general.
It's not chopping, not chopping, not cutting, not cutting, not cutting.
It's smashed.
The iron sword is square, wide and straight, looking like a very thick piece of iron. It was held in the hand of the second senior brother and smashed forward, and a strong wind blew. The gravel on the ground rolled around in fear and avoided.
The iron sword hit the head of the iron spear.
The head of the iron gun was smashed to pieces.
The iron sword continued to smash.
The body of the iron gun was bent.
The momentum of the iron sword hitting the ground has not faded, and it seems to never fade.
The iron sword hit the Southern Jin general.
The armor on this Southern Jin general suddenly turned into countless pieces.
The second senior brother ignored him and looked up at the martial arts masters who had passed through the air.
He shook his right arm and swung the iron sword in his hand from left to right.
This time it was no longer a smash, but a shooting.
Slap the fly.
Those martial arts masters who broke through the air like flying stones were touched by the sword wind of the iron sword. They turned into real stones, flew far away to the wilderness, and then landed heavily on the ground.
After a moment.
The martial arts powerhouses stood up with their swords to support the ground.
The general of the Southern Jin Dynasty held the bent and deformed iron spear in his hand again.
The second senior brother glanced at him expressionlessly.
The eyes of the general of the Southern Jin Dynasty showed despair and incredible expressions.
With a puff, he spurted out all the blood in his chest and abdomen.
Then it collapsed like a water bag after being poured.
Descend to the ground and collapsed into a whole.
All the bones on the generals of the Southern Jin Dynasty were smashed by the iron sword.
The martial arts powerhouses in the distance also fell down one after another, and they were also broken.
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The second senior brother was covered in blood.
All are the enemy's blood.
The blood dripped down the edge of the armor, gradually converging into a blood stream, flowing to the five swords inserted between the fields, and then slowly seeped down along the place where the sword stabbed.
Those swords were his spoils.
Those blood were also his trophy.
I don’t know how many swords he had to plant in front of him and how much blood he had to use to water the blood of his enemies.
He ignored the blood on his body and just looked quietly at the field ahead.
Because the attacks of the Xiling Temple coalition forces continue.
It was such a boring battle.
Kill someone, then kill someone.
The sound of the hooves of the war horses is so monotonous, the cry of the coalition cavalry is so monotonous, and the sound of the flute and piano that are no longer beautiful are also so monotonous. The so-called monotonous means repetition.
The sun in the sky gradually moved westward and gradually became rosy.
The light that sprinkled into the fields became much red and warmer. There were countless corpses piled up on the fields outside Qingxia. The screams in the pile gradually disappeared, and the surroundings were silent.
The fields in the twilight are covered with blood.
In fact, it was covered in blood.
From noon to dusk, the Xiling Temple coalition forces filled in at least more than a thousand cavalrymen.
The sound of the piano and flute has never stopped.
Because Beigong and Ximen knew very well that as long as the sound of the piano and flute kept going, the second senior brother would not move.
The second senior brother did not move.
He didn't move.
He always stood there.
No step back.
Because behind him is Qingxia.
Behind Qingxia is the Tang Dynasty.
In the south of the field, the sound of gold suddenly sounded.
The Xiling Temple coalition finally summoned the cavalry to stop charging.
It’s not that they can’t afford this loss.
But the soldiers in the Xiling Temple coalition army felt very tired.
The disciples of the academy were very tired, and they were tired between their fingers.
The temple coalition forces are very tired, and they are tired in their hearts.
This kind of fatigue is called fear.
But some people never know what fear is.
Ning Que always thought that she was very suitable for studying in academy.
A bloody shadow appeared in the fields in the twilight.
The sound of the red fish in the fields sounded.
"Jun Mo, fight me."
The second senior brother looked at the blood robe in the south that seemed to be burning in the twilight.
"You are not my opponent."
After saying this, he walked towards the exit of Qingxia with his iron sword.
At the exit of Qingxia, there were broken arrows on the tent like grass.
Water is burning in the pot under the tent.
The water is about to open.
It's time to have supper.
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