Nightfall Chapter 127: The first day
The first day of the Battle of Qingxia.
The weather is fine.
It is advisable to go to the funeral and do not take the rest.
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Compared with the screams and depravity that sounded from time to time in the wilderness, it was always quiet before the exit of Qingxia, the strings trembling, and the pipes rang, and there was no sound.
At this moment, under the quiet canopy, a whimper suddenly sounded.
That is Xiao Sheng.
Senior Brother Huo Ran raised his head, looked at Simon without confusion, 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, his expression gradually becoming serious.
A loud cry.
There is another piano sound.
Senior Sister Seven raised her head, her fingers trembling with the embroidery needles, she looked at Bei Gong Weiyang and the blood-stained strings in front of him with a worried expression on her face.
Gradually, the sound of piano and flute will occasionally sound again.
This means that Beigong and Ximen are really tired, and there is no way to play loud music from beginning to end like before. The control cannot be more precise, and the more so, they want To deal with those horses that charge up, it takes more thought and energy.
The people under the canopy all raised their heads, silently looking at Beigong and Ximen who were playing piano and flute, their faces were full of worry.
The second elder brother standing in the wilderness outside the canopy did not look back, his right hand stretched towards the hilt of the iron sword.
Bei Gong and Ximen didn't know that the eyes of the same door were falling on them. Their spirit, attention, and even all their souls were between the piano and the flute.
They found the problem first.
They are unwilling to withdraw from this battle.
The disciples of the college under the canopy are all aware that the coalition forces at Xiling Temple will continue to launch suicide attacks despite the heavy casualties, in order to bring down these people, more accurately, to bring down the second brother. .
Because of guarding the Qingxia, I still have to see the second brother in the end.
So what they need to do is to support the brother as much as possible for a while, so that the brother can rest for a period of time to deal with the real attack that may come soon.
Bei Gong and Ximen are indeed tired, and their bodies are very tired. The fingers were very tired, and the blood flowing from the fingers was smeared on the strings and flute tubes, and the sounds of the qin and flute began to become hoarse.
But their hearts are not tired.
At least for this moment, their hearts are still firm and strong enough.
Bei Gong Weiyang Fuqin's fingers suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, looked at the coalition cavalry rushing in the field, and smiled.
Then he gave a clear whistle and waved his wrist.
Bleeding fingers. Flick out from back to front on the strings. The action is extremely chic.
A clear sound of the piano rang like spring water.
Ximen was not confused when he heard the sound of the real piano, with a resolute smile on his face. The flute tube suddenly burst out a real and bright sound like a shepherd boy blowing a leaf!
At this time, the piano and flute no longer play silent music, but a true sound.
The spring water dingdong. Gradually become a golden blow!
The shepherd boy blows the leaves and gradually becomes a scream!
The sound of the piano and flute, with an indomitable breath, spreads across the wilderness.
That's Jin Ge, that's an iron horse!
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The violent sound of the piano and flute made the horses charging up violently. For those temples or Southern Jin cavalry riding on the horses, these music sounds like countless sharp knives directly stabbing Come into their minds!
Several cavalry rushing forward screamed and fell off their horses, their feet being dragged by stirrups. The body was dragged forward in the wilderness, and after a while, he was covered with blood, and I don't know how many bones were broken.
Their hands were clearly empty, but they didn't untie their feet, they just kept covering their ears. For them, the pain caused by the sound of the piano and flute is more than being dragged on the ground by a war horse. The pain of broken bones and flesh is countless times greater!
The moment more cavalry heard the sound of the piano and flute, their faces suddenly paled, and instinctively threw out all the weapons that should never be removed, and then stubbornly covered their ears.
But even so, they still couldn't stop the sound of the piano. It got into his ears like the whisper of Pluto, and got into his own mind deeply. Cut his consciousness into countless painful fragments.
Howling pain, crying pain, crying pain, keep ringing in the wilderness. The originally highly disciplined cavalry all turned into lunatics at this time. They covered their ears, and their faces were distorted in pain.
Under this situation, the cavalry naturally couldn't charge at all. The horses who had lost their command stopped and jumped restlessly, pacing back and forth in the wilderness, seeming particularly panic and dazed.
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Qin Xiao was silent before, but the horse was right.
At this time, Bei Gong Weiyang and Ximen Buzhu finally started the real fire, so the sound of Qin Xiao gradually appeared and began to confront others.
As soon as the sound of the piano and flute sounded, the faces of the disciples in the college under the canopy suddenly changed.
Because they are very clear about the price of such music for Beigong and Ximen.
The fourth brother stretched out his hand to stop Beigong from playing the piano, but watching his wet black hair that kept waving, watching him look like crazy, chic and cheerful, he couldn't bear to stop it.
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There is a semicircular area with a length of 100 feet outside Qingxia.
Second brother standing inside.
Outside the semicircle, there are countless cavalry soldiers from the Xiling Temple Allied Forces, and they are crushed in black, like a famous breakwater on the shore of the Song State Storm Sea, but this black **** keeps screaming and crying.
I don’t know how many horses fell to the ground and died. I don’t know how many cavalrymen were crushed to death by heavy horses. I don’t know how many horses and cavalry were still alive, but they were broken and dead.
You can vaguely see cotton **** in the ears of some horses and cavalry, but it is obvious that these cotton **** did not have the expected effect, stained with red blood, and probably the eardrums were shattered.
This is really a tragic scene.
In the past countless years, I don't know how many tragic wars have occurred in this world, but there are very few such scenes, and these are only because of a guqin and a flute.
Even the disciples of the college under the canopy, looking at this scene, feel a little unbearable.
Standing at the forefront, the second elder brother who is closest to the corpses of these heavy cavalry has no expression on his face. His expression is still that calm, and his eyebrows are still that kind.
The cavalry of the Allied Forces of Xiling Temple is still trying to charge Qingxia, but the terrain at this time has been filled with the corpses of companions and war horses. It is difficult to find gaps.
At this moment, a muffled noise suddenly sounded in the piles of corpses that continued to scream!
A burly Southern Jin military general gave a violent shout, pushed away several corpses on his body, holding iron guns in both hands, and rushed towards the second brother.
In the rear, there are several military martial arts experts who have not been knocked down by the sound of piano and flute. Listen to that violent drink. As soon as he stepped on the saddle, he swept into the air and attacked the second brother like a flying stone.
The Southern Jin general is the strongest and the fastest. The iron spear in his hand pierced violently, piercing a straight straight line through the air, forcing all the air inside. The tip of the gun burst into a thunderous noise!
The second brother stretched out his hand expressionlessly and held the hilt of the iron sword.
Then he smashed the Nanjin general.
It's not cutting, not splitting, not cutting, not cutting.
It's smashed.
The iron sword is square and straight. It looks like a very thick iron block. It was held in the hand by the second senior, and when it was smashed forward, there was a strong wind. The gravel on the ground rolled in fear.
The iron sword hit the tip of the iron gun.
The tip of the iron gun was smashed flat.
The iron sword continued to drop.
The body of the iron gun was smashed and bent.
The momentum of smashing under the iron sword has not faded, it seems that it will never fade.
The iron sword hit the body of the Nanjin general.
The armor on this Southern Jin general's body suddenly turned into countless pieces.
The second elder brother ignored him and looked up at the few martial arts powerhouses who had broken through the air.
He shakes his right arm, and the iron sword in his hand swings from left to right.
This time it is no longer smashing, but shooting.
Swatting flies.
The few martial arts experts who broke through the air like flying rocks were touched by the sword wind of the iron sword. It became a real stone, flew far and wide into the wilderness, and then fell heavily on the ground.
After a while.
The martial arts experts stood up firmly with their swords on the ground.
The Nanjin general held back the curved iron spear in his hand.
The second brother gave him a blank expression.
There was a look of despair and incredible in the eyes of the Nanjin general.
Puff. He sprayed out all the blood in his chest and abdomen.
Then it collapsed like a water sac after being poured.
Fell to the ground, paralyzed.
All the bones of the Nanjin general. All were smashed by iron swords.
The martial arts experts in the distance also fell one after another, and they were also broken.
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Second brother is covered in blood.
It's all enemy blood.
Blood water dripped down the edge of the armor, gradually converging into a blood stream, flowing to the five swords inserted in the field, and then slowly infiltrating along the thorns of the sword.
Those swords are his spoils.
The blood is also his spoils.
I don't know how many swords he will plant in front of him in this battle of Qingxia, and how much blood of the enemy will be used to water it.
He ignored the blood on his body, just silently looking at the wilderness in front of him.
Because the coalition's attack on Xiling Temple continues.
This is really a boring battle.
Kill, then kill.
The hoofs of the war horses are so monotonous, the screams of the coalition cavalry are so monotonous, and the no longer beautiful flute and piano sounds are so monotonous. The so-called monotony means repetition.
The sun in the sky gradually moved westward, gradually turning red.
The light spilt into the wilderness has also become a lot red and warm. In the wilderness outside Qingxia, there are an unknown number of corpses. The screams in the corpse gradually fade away, and the surrounding is dead.
The wilderness in the twilight is as if smeared with blood.
In fact, it was also covered with blood.
From noon to twilight, the Xiling Temple coalition army filled in at least a thousand cavalry.
The sound of Qin Xiao has never been cut off.
Because Beigong and Ximen knew very well that as long as the sound of the piano and flute kept on, the second brother could not move.
The second brother did not move.
He didn't move.
He always stood in place.
Not taking a step back.
Because behind him is Qingxia.
Behind Qingxia is Datang.
In the south of the wilderness, the sound of Mingjin suddenly sounded.
The Xiling Temple coalition forces finally summoned the cavalry to stop the charge.
It’s not that they cannot afford this loss.
But the soldiers in the coalition army of Xiling Temple felt very tired.
The disciples in the academy are very tired, tired in their fingers.
The temple coalition forces are very tired, tired in my heart.
This kind of tiredness is called fear.
But some people never know what fear is.
Ning Que always thinks she is very suitable for studying in academy.
A touch of **** clothes appeared in the wilderness in the twilight.
The sound of Ye Hongyu sounded in the wilderness.
"Jun Mo, fight this seat."
The second 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 carried the iron sword to the exit of Qingxia.
At the exit of Qingxia, the left arrow on the canopy is like grass.
Water is boiling in the pot on the stove under the canopy.
The water is almost boiling.
It's going to have dinner.
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