When Emperor Wu Xuan received his reward, he immediately raised his giant bow, led his men out of the tent, and stood on the hillside.
In the pale morning light, one could faintly hear the sound of orders in the Donghu language on the opposite side, and then saw groups of black dots on the opposite side, quickly forming a queue.
Just looking at the speed of the army formation, even if Shen Zhoujin is an outsider, he can see that Mang Yinglong is indeed a person who can lead troops.
But the vast majority of Dasheng's army was still hiding in the valley. There were only a few thousand people standing on the hillside, and they looked inconspicuous.
The other side feigned attacks twice. One team rushed forward, then retreated. They rushed forward again and came into contact with the soldiers here. After being unable to exchange a few blows, they retreated again.
The gunner never fired again.
This should be in line with their guess, so the people on the opposite side finally quickly gathered into a team, rushed over for a while, and stood at the bottom of the hillside. Only then did the two armies look like they were confronting each other.
The leader was wearing a hat, had dark skin, and had a mustache. He was none other than Mang Yinglong.
The man next to him must also be a senior general, pointing at them and shouting something. Another person, who must be the interpreter, stepped forward and was about to speak.
Someone on Dasheng's side had already taken a step forward and started speaking loudly in Dong Hu dialect.
Shen Zhoujin quietly took out his interpretation headphones.
But the pronunciation of today's Donghu language is quite different from that of later generations, so there are many words that cannot be translated. The general meaning is that you have repeatedly violated our border, and we can no longer tolerate it. Today, the emperor will lead his troops to defeat Donghu... all kinds of things mean.
Emperor Wu Xuan was already extremely tall and majestic. At this moment, he was wearing armor and standing in front of the formation. His expression was solemn and his aura was even more powerful. Adding her own personal filter... she was so much stronger than the king opposite her by countless mountains. , is actually condescending again, which makes it even more obvious that there is a disparity in strength.
The two sides yelled at each other for a few words, and then Emperor Wu Xuan held the giant bow with one hand and drew a long arrow behind him with the other.
The Donghu army on the opposite side began to make a noise and shouted something loudly. However, Mang Yinglong remained calm and did not retreat. Instead, he raised his arms and shouted, Yue Mo was giving an order.
The Donghu army quickly ducked and was about to charge forward.
The next moment, there was a soft crashing sound, and the arrow branch was like a shooting star chasing the moon, drawing a white light in the sky!!
Before Mang Yinglong's raised arm could fall down, he was hit squarely in the head by an arrow. His whole head was thrown back, and then he flew out with his body diagonally, and landed on the ground with a thud.
After Da Shengjun fell silent, he suddenly cheered!! Even Shen Zhoujin couldn't help but scream a few times!!
His grandpa is so handsome! It’s so hot!!
The Donghu troops retreated as if they were mourning for their heirs. The rear army moved forward and the front army retreated, suddenly squeezing into a ball.
The horn sounded, and Da Sheng's army fired another salvo of artillery, rumbling past. In an instant, there was black smoke billowing in front of them, screams continued, and broken limbs flew away.
Emperor Wu Xuan put down his bow and arrow, raised his long sword, and ordered: "Charge!"
The horn sounded, and he rushed down first, followed closely by Shen Zhoujin and Huo Lingjue, one on the left and the other on the right.
The emperor's presence here was already a boost to morale, but now the emperor personally shot and killed the general on the opposite side, taking the lead. Everyone was even more excited, and with a shout, they all rushed down.
This is a real hand-to-hand combat with swords and guns. Even if the artillery kills most of the Donghu army, there will still be tens of thousands of people left.
Emperor Wu Xuan's long sword danced like a tiger in the wind with great momentum, and the place it passed was comparable to a meat grinder.
Behind them, Dasheng's army rushed forward in waves and met Donghu's army in close combat. For a while, the sound of fighting was heard all over his ears.
Although Shen Zhoujin has been a human being for several generations, he still has the soul of a middle class. His blood was really infected by this atmosphere, and his eyes were red. He followed Emperor Wu Xuan, protecting and fighting at the same time. The three of them passed by There were corpses everywhere.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly I heard the sound of the piano.
Although it was the sound of killing, when Shen Zhoujin heard it, his mind became clear and he remembered this move.
Opposite them, several big men sat among the remains of a short wall, with ferocious expressions on their faces, and played a piece of music with a murderous intent.
The veins on Emperor Wu Xuan's forehead bulged. He gritted his teeth, stopped suddenly, and took a few breaths.
The surrounding Dasheng army seemed not to hear it at all, and was still fighting crazily.
Shen Zhoujin didn't expect them to be so fierce from the beginning, and he didn't have time to think too much. He swung his giant knife and cleared a clearing around him, then suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long and continuous roar.
The whistling sound was like drizzle, with strands of ice falling down. Da Shengjun, who was indulging in the killing, cleared his mind. Then he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he broke out in sweat in an instant.
At this time, in the cloud sky.
The little phoenix sensed the master's call and suddenly revealed its true form. It was brilliant and huge, reflecting the sky and the earth with colorful light. Then it also flapped its wings and raised its head to the sky, and let out a long phoenix sound. Ming.
The next moment, several men in Dasheng military uniforms rushed down from the high slope. Each of them chose a nearby tree, sat down cross-legged, put the piano on their knees, and waved their hands in unison to play.
Although they were far away, the voice felt like it was in my ears.
Its sound was majestic and its momentum was overwhelming. It was like a huge wave coming over a mountain and overwhelming the sea. It attacked those people with a bang. Just when they met each other, they heard several booms and booms. The strings of the piano were all broken and they fell backwards. , vomiting blood and passed out.
Huo Lingjue saw that the soldiers on both sides were dumbfounded, and the fighting stopped, so he quickly raised his temper and shouted: "How dare you use sound to kill the barbarians from Donghu? I am blessed by the Phoenix God, how can I allow you to be so arrogant! !”
All the generals are waking up from a dream.
Emperor Wu Xuan shouted in a deep voice: "Send my order! Kill!!"
Countless people shouted in response: "Kill! Kill!!"
Da Sheng's army was inexplicably excited, their momentum surged to the sky, and they charged forward again with their swords raised.
At this time, the sound of the piano came up again, booming like the beating of war drums. The Dasheng army was all powerful and energetic, with inexhaustible strength all over their bodies. However, the Donghu army was stunned and retreated steadily.
Others don't know, but they themselves listen to it every day, so how could they not know that this is the trump card that their king regards as a magic weapon, but in one encounter... he was defeated by a real god.
It's actually very simple to say.
It was not the music that injured the Donghu musician, but the music-killing talisman.
The later support music is actually effective for anyone.
But when Da Sheng's army saw the Phoenix God and saw their own musicians' great victory, of course they and Yourong Yan were full of passion, and with a little guidance, the results were outstanding.
Dong Hujun, on the other hand, was as panic-stricken as a bereaved dog. He had no resonance with this kind of music, so naturally he could not get any help from it.
That's why Shen Zhoujin said that his situation was too small.
Why does she want to show off her tricks and compete with others in a serious way?
Why not just let them not even have a chance to make a move?
Kill them all as soon as they meet, and the rest is their stage.
In fact, what she originally imagined was that each person had a paper crane, and the Qin Xin people, all in white clothes and high crowns, were sitting on paper cranes floating in the air... She could even sit on the back of a phoenix and play the piano. How cool? How cool?
immortal?
But Huo Ling would never give in.
Huo Lingjue said that even if he is a musician, you should let him wear Dasheng's military uniform so that everyone will feel at ease.
The ones who win the war can always be soldiers, not gods, not even martial arts masters... This is the right path and the way to long-term development.