"Follow me, and your children, and pick up your drum!" Cohen grabbed the old man, "Maybe your ten movements can make tomorrow's battle more exciting."

"But sir..." the old man said, "What can we do?"

"Let's make some music while we fight to make the scene more lively."

"But sir." The old man shook his head from side to side, "This is not in line with tradition..."

"You've lived your way for most of your life, so what's the result?" Cohen turned around and looked at him and said, "Now, just live your life my way!"

Although the old man insisted on his belief along the way, Cohen seemed not to hear him. He almost dragged the old man into his tent forcibly. Fortunately, his actions were only between rude and rough, so the refugees

They had no other expression.

"Sit down!" Across a small table, Cohen pushed the old man onto the stool opposite him, then turned around and told the guard, "Give me the map."

"Yes!" Konoe spread out a map on the small table. The map showed Tucheng and its surrounding terrain.

"How many instruments do you need to make your ten movements spread throughout the battlefield?" Cohen drew a circle on the map with his finger, and then said in an extremely tough tone, "Don't talk to me about tradition again, I will be unhappy.

!”

"But……"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Cohen's face began to look so cold that it made people panic, "If you don't want to, I will put a knife on your neck and let you beat the drum... I swear!"

"Then...okay!" The old man looked at the map and thought for a while, "Such a range would require a hundred drums."

"I mean ten movements in full!"

"Then we need two hundred horns."

"In this case..." Cohen called back to Carlos, "You go collect these things, right away."

"Master, what do you really want?" the old man asked, "At least you let me know what you think."

"Do you know how many enemy troops there are outside the city wall?" Cohen did not answer him directly, but asked the old man instead. In the military camp, the number of enemy troops was top secret information, so how could the old man know? So he shook his head blankly.

"Then let me tell you. There are 300,000 demonic coalition forces outside the city wall. They are waiting to compete with us tomorrow. I don't need to tell you what the outcome will be for the losing side, right?" Cohen said, "And they are waiting to compete with us tomorrow.

We can still fight now with less than 40,000 people. If we lose, what will happen to you? Maybe none of you will survive!"

"But... this has nothing to do with the ten movements!"

"I'm not afraid to tell you frankly, I personally think that tomorrow will be the last battle." Cohen stood up and paced in the tent, "Under such circumstances, no commander can do better than me.

, no army can be better than my soldiers. The fact that we can survive to this day has exceeded many people's expectations, but tomorrow... I can no longer expect miracles."

"master……"

"In this world, a person can die in many ways. Some people leave silently, while some people leave in a shocking way." Cohen said slowly with his back to the old man, "If I could choose, I would rather

I like the latter, even if this fate cannot be changed... I still want them to pay the price!"

"Then what exactly do you want me to do?"

Cohen knew that to deal with such a stubborn old man, the price he offered should be both extremely tempting and authentic. Looking at the wrinkles on the old man's face, it seemed that this guy knew he had gone through a lot.

"As you said, most of my soldiers are children of your tribe. I think you can play ten movements for us in tomorrow's battle." A pair of black eyes flashed, "I want you to use ten movements.

To awaken the fighting spirit in their blood, souls, and bodies! I will lead this group of angry lions to fight and kill the enemy... to buy time for others who must leave!"

When Cohen said the last sentence, his voice was already too low to be heard, but it was extremely clear to the old man's ears.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, the old man reached out and took out a scroll, placed it on the small table and slowly opened it.

"Jiadenan, this is my name." The old man said very carefully, "I am willing to obey your orders, but I hope to add some names to your list of people who must leave. They are all the hope of our tribe."

"How many?"

"one thousand!"

"Let me make it clear first, I cannot guarantee that they will be able to escape." Cohen nodded and said, "But I will give them a chance - the same chance as the people we left."

"make a deal!"

"Okay! Let's get down to business." As soon as the agreement was reached, Jiadnan pointed to the scroll on the table and said, "This is a ten-movement score, but most of it is not suitable for inspiring fighting spirit..."

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Cohen sat down again opposite Jiadnan, "Please tell me more carefully."

"To explain the origin of the Ten Movements, we have to start with the birth of our Thirty-Six Tribes. Master, you have also seen that the Thirty-Six Tribes are a very strange ethnic group. In any tribe, there are all kinds of people.

, orcs, humans, barbarians, winged people... they can all live together and harmoniously in a village."

"But why is this happening? Then we have to start with the dividing line between gods and demons. According to the legend of our tribe, when the gods and demons divided the boundaries, in order to leave a buffer, the gods and demons separated between the two alliances.

This dividing line that is hundreds of miles wide was left behind." Jiadenan stroked the music score in his hand and told the soldiers in front of him what everyone in his tribe knew, "But think about it, this is the middlemost point on the entire continent.

Location, with the most fertile land and the most beautiful scenery...Of course, when they drew the line, the best races on the entire continent lived here."

"Our ancestors also lived in ethnic groups, but how could the power of our ancestors resist the gods and demons? So there was only division. Various ethnic groups rushed to move out, and the entire dividing line was full of displaced people, and their relatives cried when they were separated.

The trumpet resounded through the sky... But there are nearly ten million people on the dividing line, and as for the two races of gods and demons worshiped by the world today, they only gave us ten days!" Jiadenan mentioned the sad point and slapped him hard.

On the table, "Ten days - how can tens of millions of people find a place to live? Not to mention that other lands have been occupied and divided up. As a result, after ten days, only millions of people have moved out."

"What happened next?" Cohen asked, attracted by the story told by Gardenan.

"The two tribes of gods and demons ignored our ancestors' pleas and sealed the dividing line ten days later. Our ancestors originally thought it was just a seal." Jiadnan raised his eyes and looked at Cohen, "But ten years later, for the first time, the gods

The demonic war takes place right on the dividing line."

"first?"

"This is the first time. The scale of this war is not inferior to this time." Jiadnan showed a sad expression on his face, "Master, think about it, what will happen to those who stay on the battlefield?"

Cohen nodded, "I understand this even if you don't tell me."

"We were killed, taken captive, and enslaved. We did nothing wrong, but we could only bear the pain silently. Our ancestors only hoped that they would stop killing if they had killed enough, and stop robbing if they had looted enough. It was easy to get through this.

A war. But who knew that twenty years later, when the new generation of tribesmen came of age, a second war between gods and demons would occur!" Jiadenan's voice became deeper, "It starts over and over again, until now."

"Why don't you run away?" Cohen asked.

"We have been running away, but where can we escape to? Just like this time, the tribesmen who originally scattered and fled will be driven away by the demon alliance to block your retreat, sir." Jiadenan shook his head and said, "

Not only in the war between gods and demons that happens every twenty years, but also in small wars in peacetime, and even in the years when there is no war, we will be robbed and slaughtered. We are like the warehouse of the two alliances of gods and demons. When they lack something,

They will rush into our village with great dignity and take away everything we have."

"Constantly being hurt, constantly wandering, constantly fleeing... no matter how large a race is under such a fate, it will not be able to survive." Narrating in a low voice, Jiadenan could not help but squeeze his hands tightly.

Fist, "One race after another began to decline, and in the end they were unable to escape the fate of destruction."

"But don't you still exist?" Cohen asked puzzledly.

"We? We are the thirty-six tribes. We are the survivors of all the races on the dividing line between gods and demons. We have lost everything, we have lost everything we once owned. We have even lost the culture of our own race, our own race

The traditions of our own race, the beliefs of our own race!" Jiadenan's eyes were red, "After a very cruel battle between gods and demons, there was no longer a complete village or a complete family on the dividing line...

At this time, our first-generation general leader climbed mountains and waded through rivers, and spent several years gathering the remaining people."

"He is the general leader of the first generation." Cohen asked, "Then why do you call it the Thirty-Six Tribes instead of the Seventy-Two Tribes?"

"Why are we called the Thirty-Six Tribes? Sir, do you know? Because all of us who survived at that time were only enough to form thirty-six villages!" Jiadenan's face turned pale. "Think about it, from a population of tens of millions to a mere

Enough to form a population of thirty-six villages - how many blood and tears of innocent souls are there!"

Cohen, who has experienced two lives, can be considered a ruthless character, but when he heard this, he was still stunned.

"The thirty-six villages, of course, can no longer be divided into different races." Jiadenan said with a self-deprecating bitter smile, "Humans, orcs, barbarians, elves, sand people... all races together make up the village, and everyone

They approached each other cautiously, lived in fear, and finally accepted each other under the threat of survival."

"Stop talking about this!" Cohen spat on the ground, "I, the young master, am listening to this, and my heart is filled with panic. You'd better talk about the ten movements!"

"The birth of the Ten Movements is not accidental. Master, you have to listen to it... At the beginning of the Thirty-Six Tribes, the people did not understand each other's language and had different habits and traditions. This caused a lot of trouble for the general leader at the time.

." Jiadenan picked up the score again, "So with the consent of all tribal leaders, the general leader composed ten movements. From then on, all tribal residents abandoned all their original traditional customs, and their lives and work were based on ten movements."

Cohen slapped his forehead, "Abandon all the original traditions and customs?"

"Yes, in other words, the ten movements have included some of the traditional customs of all races." Jiadnan explained, "After countless generations of development and improvement, the ten movements have defined all the possible encounters of the thirty-six tribes.

How to handle the situation.”

"For you," Cohen scratched his head, "how important are these ten movements?"

"Master, I can explain it to you this way. Because of the harm the gods and demons have brought to us, we don't worship them. You can even say that we hate them... They are all evil!" Jiadenan's eyes showed.

A determined look.

"There has to be something you admire, right?"

"Yes, it is the Ten Movements in my hand." Jiadnan said, "We worship the Ten Movements. We can survive on the dividing line because of the Ten Movements."

"Ten movements?" Cohen blinked, "The almighty ten movements?"

"Yes!"

"That's it." Cohen touched his chin, "Did Ten Movements explain to you what you should do when you meet this young master?"

Jiadenan sighed secretly, decided to give up pouring blood and tears to the man in front of him, and directly talked about the ten movements.

"Among the ten movements, the tunes are very different. The purpose of each movement must be in a relatively symmetrical environment to be effective. If used incorrectly, it will be counterproductive."
To be continued...