Chapter 127 Day 1
The first day of the battle of the Qingxia. (You can go to the leaf when you read the novel
sunny.
It is advisable to mourn, and do not take the rest.
Relative to the screams and depraved sounds that sounded from time to time in the wilderness, the Qingxia exit was always quiet, the strings tremble, and the flute blew, and there was no sound at all.
Just then, under the quiet tent, a whimper suddenly sounded.
That was the sound of flute.
Brother Si Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Simon without confusion, looked at his pale face, and looked at the soy-like sweat beads on his forehead, and the right hand holding the wooden pen trembling slightly, his expression gradually dignified.
The sound of Zheng.
Another piano sounded.
Senior Sister Qi raised her head, her fingers www.7ket with embroidered huā needles began to tremble, and looked at Beigong Weiyang, the strings that had been stained with blood in front of him, and a worried expression on her face.
Gradually, the sound of piano flute occasionally sounded again.
This means that Beigong and Ximen are really tired. There is no way to play loud music from the beginning to the end like before, the control can not be more precise, and the more so, they want to deal with those charges The war horses need to consume more mind and spirit.
The people under the tent raised their heads and looked silently at Beigong and Ximen playing the piano and flute, their faces filled with worry.
Brother No. 2 standing in the field outside the awning did not look back. His right hand reached the hilt of the iron sword.
Bei Gong and Xi Men do not know that the eyes of the same gate are on themselves, their spirit and attention, and even all their souls are between Qin and Xiao.
They discovered the problem first.
They are unwilling to withdraw from this battle.
The disciples of the academy under the canopy all knew that the Xiling Temple Allied Forces, regardless of the seriousness of the deaths and injuries, had to continually launch suicide attacks in order to bring down these people, more precisely, the second brother.
Because of guarding the Qingxia, we still have to look at Brother Two.
So what these juniors and juniors have to do is to support the seniors for as long as possible, so that the seniors can rest for a while to deal with the real attacks that may come soon.
Beigong and Ximen are indeed tired. Their bodies are very tired. Their fingers www.7ket are very tired. The blood flowing from their fingers is smeared on the strings and flute. Hoarse.
But their hearts are not tired.
At least at this moment, their hearts are still firm and strong enough.
Bei Gong Weiyang’s finger www.7ket suddenly stopped. []
He raised his head and looked at the coalition cavalry who was rushing in the field, and he smiled.
Then he whistled and waved his wrist.
Bleeding fingers www.7ket, flicked back and forth on the strings, the movement is extremely chic.
A clear sound of piano sounded like spring water.
Simon didn’t be bothered to hear the sound of 〖True〗, and there was a resolute smile on his face. The Xiao pipe suddenly burst out with a〗 〖True, real bright, like the flute of a shepherd boy blowing leaves!
At this time, Qin Xiao no longer played silent music, but made a real sound.
Spring Dingdong, gradually become a golden strike!
The shepherd boy blows leaves and gradually becomes miserable!
The sound of the piano flute spread out into the wilderness with a vigorous atmosphere.
That’s Jin Ge, that’s Iron Horse!
The violent sound of the piano flute made the horses that charged forward violently, and for those temples or Nanjin cavalry riding on war horses, these sounds are like countless sharp knives that pierce directly into their Mind!
Several cavalrymen rushing to the front screamed and fell off their horses. Their feet were dragged by the stirrups. Their bodies were dragged in the wilderness. After a while, they were covered in blood.
Their hands were clear and empty, but they didn’t untie their feet, just covering their ears. For them, the pain caused by the sound of the piano flute is countless times greater than the pain of being dragged on the ground by the war horse at this time!
When more cavalry heard the sound of piano flute, their faces suddenly turned pale, and instinctively threw out all the weapons that should never be released, and then covered their ears.
But even so, they still can’t stop Qin Yin Xiao into his ears like Pluto’s murmur, into his own deep mind, cutting his own consciousness into countless painful fragments.
The howling, the crying, the crying, rang in the wilderness. Originally very disciplined cavalry, all turned into lunatics at this time, they covered their ears and twisted their faces in pain.
In this case, the cavalry was naturally unable to charge, and the war horses who lost their command stopped and jumped anxiously, pacing back and forth between the wilderness.
Qin Xiao was silent before, but it was a horse.
At this time Wei Gong and Beimen finally moved the real fire, so the voice of Qin Xiao gradually appeared and began to deal with people.
At the moment when the sound of the piano flute sounded, the faces of the disciples under the tent suddenly changed.
Because they know very well, for Beigong and Ximen, what kind of price does this kind of music cost. 【Ye * zi】 【Yu * you】
Brother Sishou wanted to stop Bei Gong from playing the piano, but looking at his wet black hair that kept waving, and watching him look like crazy and dashing, he couldn’t bear to stop it.
There is a semicircular area outside the Qingxia.
Brother Two stood inside.
Beyond the semicircle, countless cavalry soldiers of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces, the black pressure is like a famous breakwater on the shore of the stormy sea of Song Dynasty, but the black embankment keeps crying and crying.
I do n’t know how many horses fell to the ground and died. I do n’t know how many cavalry were crushed to death by heavy horses. I do n’t know how many horses and cavalry are still alive.
Vaguely, some horses and cavalry had cotton **** stuffed in their ears, but obviously, these cotton **** did not have the desired effect. They were stained with red blood stains, and the eardrums were probably shattered.
This is really a tragic picture.
In the past countless years, I do n’t know how many terrible wars have occurred in this world, but there are very few such pictures, and these are just because of a Guqin and a flute.
Even the disciples of the academy under the canopy looked at this scene, and they couldn’t bear it.
Standing at the forefront, the 2nd Brother closest to the corpses of the heavy cavalry had no expression on his face. His expression was still so calm, and his brows were still so straight.
The cavalry of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces is still trying to charge the Qingxia, but the terrain at this time has been filled with the bodies of companions and war horses, making it difficult to find a gap.
Just then, there was a muffled sound in those heaps of tragic bodies!
A burly general of the Southern Jin Dynasty screamed, pushed away several corpses that were pressed on his body, sprinted toward Brother Two with his iron gun in both hands.
In the rear, there are several military martial arts strongmen who have not been knocked down by the sound of piano flute. After listening to the violent drink, they stepped into the air as soon as they stepped on the saddle, attacking the second brother like a flying stone.
The Nanjin general had the strongest strength, and the iron gun in the fastest hand violently stabbed, penetrating a straight line in the air, forcing all the air inside, and the gun head burst into a thunderous loud noise!
Brother II stretched out his hand expressionlessly, holding the hilt of the iron sword.
Then he smashed the Nanjin general.
Not chopping, chopping, chopping, or chopping.
Is smashed.
The iron sword is square and straight. It looks like a thick piece of iron. It was held in the hands of Brother Two, and when it was smashed forward, there was a strong wind.
The iron sword hit the tip of the iron gun.
The head of the iron gun was crushed.
The iron sword continued to smash.
The body of the iron gun was bent.
It seems that the iron sword will never fall, but it will never fall.
The Iron Sword hit the Nanjin general.
The armor on the Nanjin general suddenly turned into countless pieces.
Brother No. 2 ignored him, and looked up at the martial arts strongmen who had broken through the sky.
His right arm flicked, and the iron sword in his hand swung from left to right.
This time it was no longer smashing, but shooting.
Swapping the flies.
Those martial arts strongmen who broke into the sky like flying stones were touched by the sword wind of the iron sword, and turned into real stones, flying far to the wilderness, and then fell heavily on the ground.
After a moment.
The martial arts strongmen stood firmly with their swords on the ground.
The Nanjin general re-held the bent iron gun in his hand.
Brother II gave him a blank expression.
The general of Jin Jin showed despair and incredible expression in his eyes.
With a puff, he spurted all the blood from his chest and belly.
Then he collapsed like a bladder after being poured.
Fall to the ground, paralyzed.
All the bones of General Nan Jin were smashed by the iron sword.
A few martial arts strongmen in the distance fell down one after another, and they also broke.
The second brother was covered in blood.
All is the blood of the enemy.
The blood drips down the edge of the armor, and gradually merges into a blood flow to the five swords inserted between the wilderness, and then slowly oozes down the place where the sword thorns.
Those swords are his trophies.
Those blood is also his booty.
I don’t know if he will plant a few swords in front of him in this battle of the Qingxia, and how much blood will be used to irrigate the enemy.
He ignored the blood on his body, but just quietly looked at the field ahead.
Because the attack of the Xiling Temple Allied Forces continued.
This is really a boring battle.
Kill, and then kill.
The hooves of the war horses are so monotonous, the screams of the cavalry of the Allied Forces are so monotonous, and the noisy flute and piano sounds are also so monotonous.
The sun on the sky gradually moved westward, gradually turning red.
The light spilled into the wilderness has also become a lot warmer. The wilderness outside the Qingxia is filled with unknown corpses.
The field in the twilight was covered with blood.
In fact, it was covered with blood.
From noon to twilight, the Xiling Temple Allied Forces filled at least a thousand cavalry into it.
The sound of piano flute has never been cut off.
Because Beigong and Ximen are very clear, as long as the sound of piano flute does not stop, Brother Two can stay still.
Brother II really did not move.
He was motionless.
He always stood on the spot.
There is no step back.
Because behind him is the Qingxia.
Behind Qingxia is Datang.
In the south of the wilderness, the sound of Ming Jin suddenly sounded.
The Xiling Temple Alliance finally summoned the cavalry to stop charging.
It is not that they cannot afford such losses.
But the soldiers in the Xiling Temple Allied Forces felt very tired.
The disciples of the academy were very tired, tired in their fingers.
The Temple Allied Forces are very tired, tired in their hearts.
This kind of tiredness is called fear.
But some people never know what fear is.
Ning Que always thought she was very suitable for studying in the academy.
A touch of **** clothes appeared in the field in the twilight.
The sound of Ye Hongyu sounded in the field.
“Jun deceased, fight this one.”
Brother II 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 carried the iron sword to the exit of Qingxia.
At the exit of the Qingxia, the residual arrow on the awning was like grass.
The pot on the stove under the tent was burning with water.
The water is almost boiling.
It’s time for dinner.
(Cool … I finally got back my feelings, howling wolf, and two chapters tomorrow.) (To be continued