The army of Xiaoyao did not withdraw very far, but stopped outside the coverage of the Qinyin. It was so important that Jialan was reorganized layer by layer. It was impossible for the rebels to give up because of Han Fengxue's obstruction. Cai Lun understood that he must seize Jialan before the imperial capital reinforcements arrived in Rot, otherwise Rot would be in danger. Once Rot fell, the one who left the imperial capital army would be flat. They had no chance to capture Jialan.

While rectifying the army, Cai Lun ordered the messengers to send messages to King Xiaoyao. There was no need for the army, just send experts to help. The big sound drums were transported one by one to the front of the formation. In addition, Cai Lun also dispatched some powerful soldiers to beat the drums, with only one purpose, to disrupt Han Fengxue's playing and prevent Han Fengxue's piano sound from exerting power.

The reorganized army marched towards Jialan City again, shouting roared, and sounds poured into Jialan City, as if they were to drown Jialan by sound waves.

At the top of Jialan City, Han Fengxue and Ao Yang looked at the army that was covering the sky with a serious expression. After a look at the hundreds of remaining soldiers, Han Fengxue sighed, and she could only rely on herself.

Xiao Diao and Xiaobai and a demon beast were guarding one side of the city, and Han Fengxue took out the Jiuxiao Huanpeng again, and said to the nervous Ao Yang and Shi Qian: "Brother, general, you should leave the city with the soldiers, I'm afraid you will be hurt by accident."

Ao Yang and Shi Qian nodded at the same time. With the experience just now, he no longer dared to underestimate the piano player and left the city with the soldiers. However, in order to go far, they watched the situation at the city entrance of Jialan not far from the city, although they could only see Han Fengxue's blurry figure.

The sound of the piano sounded again, but it did not come into the ears of everyone, because it had been drowned by the rebels' shouts and drums. The strangest scene in the battlefield ever appeared. A young man sat alone on the city, playing the piano. On both sides of him were two monsters. On the other side, there were much more people standing behind shouting than those siegeing the city. In addition, there were rows of drummers in front of the shouting crowd, struggling the war drums desperately.

Soldiers kept climbing up the city wall, but the rapid speed of the eagle and the hurricane caused by the flapping of wings made the soldiers on the left wall unable to step beyond the thunder pool. The ice-poul tiger on the right was even more difficult to meet. One person came up to take a bath for you, and two came up to take a pair of baths for you. What's even more hateful is that the people who were bathing by the water he sprayed out had just left the water on others, forming a ball of ice, and there was no problem on the right.

As for the middle, Han Fengxue's strings were plucked, his fingers kept plucking out, and he would shoot out with a wisp of energy every time, and all the people who came up were shot.

Seeing the figures falling downward, Cai Lun was a little stunned and felt sad: "Grandma, what kind of monster did he encounter? Not only is he powerful, but the monsters are also so perverted." At this moment, he regretted it to leave a master of skill level in his army when King Xiaoyao went to Rote City, but he refused. He also promised to take Jialan within five days. But what he didn't expect was that such a powerful master suddenly appeared on the other side. It would be great if there was one around him. Although he was very strong in war, he didn't know much about strength. He only knew how to do it with real swords and guns. He couldn't tell what level Han Fengxue and the two large monsters were. In his opinion, any of the five guards around King Xiaoyao could take the other side.

The sunset gradually settled, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured on the earth, making it even more depressed. Waves of people fell from the top of Jialan City, but the people behind seemed endless, and they were dying in a row. The bodies gradually piled up under the city, with a height of seven or eight meters. If this continues, the people below can step on the top of the city.

The tone of the piano is slowly increasing, and the heart becomes ruthless. The invisible spiritual killing is once again given to the piano, ignoring the barrier of the ears and stabbing the soul directly. Then, another song "The Desolate Autumn Wind". What is different from the last time is that at this moment, here is a real battlefield, a battlefield made of blood and water, and the piano is more likely to invade people's hearts and penetrate into people's souls.

The real battlefield intersected with the illusory battlefield, and the climbing soldiers moved violently. What is the purpose of war? Why do I fight and whom? What else can I get except the tears of my relatives and the blood of my brothers? The movements of the soldiers who went on one after another slowed down. They hesitated. In their hearts, the picture was so shocking. Apart from the corpse, there was blood, and even the ground and the sky were blood red. Is it just for the purpose of achieving the hegemony of others?

Then, there were another scene of ghost whistling and the call of distant relatives sounded in my heart. Time seemed to have slowed down. The movements in the hands of the drummer and the shouting crowd began to slow down. The sound of the piano gradually revealed its gloriousness. The vast earth, who is the master of the heaven and earth? On the back of the peak of power, there were only the broken homes of countless people and the broken hearts of their hearts.

The movements became smaller and smaller, and the sound of the piano became higher and higher. This time, the rebels dispatched by the entire army were covered by the sound of the piano, and everyone was baptized by the sound of the piano, and the spirit and soul. The sound of drum beats finally disappeared completely, and the shouts finally stopped completely. The soldiers siege stopped, their eyes were blank and dull, but they just listened to the solemn and desolate sound of the piano, and even the master of the rebels was fixed there, and their eyes were dissipated.

Han Fengxue did not stop playing, but continued his performance. However, it was no longer the bleak autumn wind, but the reunion of laughter and the sadness of parting all the time. Different scenes of life are constantly intertwined and interchanging. The last white light disappeared, and the night came to the world, as if to set off the soldiers' moods at this time. Their hearts were also dark, who could bring them light.

The sound of the piano lasted for a long time, and the tone finally slowly decreased until it finally stopped. However, outside the city of Jialan, which has hundreds of thousands of people, was still silent. If someone was on the top of the city now, he would not know that there were people below him without seeing clearly, even the croaking of insects and the flying of flies shaking their wings could be clearly heard.

I don't know how long it took, but a light sound came from the darkness. Then, the sound rang one after another. Han Fengxue on the top of the city suddenly said loudly: "Brave soldiers, you are all soldiers of the empire, and you are respectable iron-blooded soldiers. I never doubt your courage and your persistence in the title of soldier. However, for the ambition of the Xiaoyao King, is it worth it to abandon your parents, wife and children and kill each other with the regular army of the empire? Have you ever thought that your passion is just the beginning of other people's conspiracy, and your loyalty is just a stepping stone for others to rise to power. Now, put down the weapons in your hands, go back to see your family, and throw yourself into the empire's arms again." After saying that, Han Fengxue secretly admired herself, when will she still be an orator?

I have to say that Han Fengxue's words were just right when they rang. Not long ago, the soldiers had just experienced the joys and sorrows in his piano music, and they were so happy that they were even more shaken, and Han Fengxue's agitation had an unprecedented effect. The sound of countless weapons falling sounded endlessly. Although some people who were still yelled loudly, they could not stop the development of the situation.

The vibrating footsteps kept ringing. For half an hour, one hour, two hours, the footsteps became farther and farther, until a few shouts occasionally came from the night. With Han Fengxue's cultivation, although it was pitch black at night, it could not stop his sight. Seeing that the crowd finally retreated, Han Fengxue finally relaxed her tense mind. In just a few hours, her hands were already stained with the blood of millions of soldiers. Every time he thought of this, he felt uncomfortable. He just simply wanted to protect his brothers, but he needed to exchange so many lives for it. So to become an emperor, wouldn't there be billions of creatures behind that glory?

Han Fengxue and Shi Qian returned to the city tower at some point. The stiff muscles on their faces relaxed, but there was no excited smile on their faces, but they were extremely heavy. Then, a warm and excited voice burst out from below, which was the shouting of the soldiers guarding the gate. There were only a thousand remaining new forces, and they were all masters. Their mission was to prevent the enemy from breaking through the door or the master from picking up the gate from inside to open the city gate.

Han Fengxue and the other two did not leave, but sat on the city tower all night. It was dawn and a ray of light pierced the silent night and drove away the darkness that enveloped the earth. Looking at the situation outside Jialan City, the three of them looked at each other and took a deep breath.

"Xuefeng, go down and have a rest. I will call you if you have something to do." Ao Yang looked at the somewhat tired Han Feng Snow Road.

Han Fengxue shook her head: "Brother, I'd better sit here. But your eyes are dark, so go and rest. I can do it here."

Ao Yang shook his head, both of them smiled and did not say anything else. They looked at Shi Qian together. Shi Qian waved his hands repeatedly, looking at Han Fengxue with a little surprised and admiration. Whenever he saw Han Fengxue's young face, he felt like he was in a dream. How many young people have experienced to grow to this point.

At this moment, the hearts of the three of them became tense again, and the dust and smoke in the distance rolled again, and the sound of hooves was approaching.

"The rebels are gathering again." The three of them thought.

That's right, the rebels came back again, but not many people came this time, only about Qianqi. The figure gradually expanded in his pupils. Seeing the appearance of the two leaders clearly, Han Fengxue jumped up suddenly, and the flames rising outside her body made Ao Yang and Shi Qian around him hurriedly retreat.
Chapter completed!