Yama Rising Chapter 350: : The first weapon launch conference (3)
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Jin Ge iron horse, blood splashing on the battlefield... For all twelve days, Luo almost closed his eyes, some hands clasped his hands tightly, and some legs shook slightly. It's strange that the climax part is slow music, but it just happens to be...like smelling the other shore flower in full bloom on the earth stained with iron and blood.
Iron-blood tenderness, but not love, is life and death, parting and goodbye on the battlefield. It is the bones of the poor Wuding River, which is still the love of the person in the deep boudoir dream, but it is reflected under the three-foot green front.
Chang Yuchun's throat is a little tight, and as the music pushes up, the volcano in her heart is faintly burning. He thought of the battle to break the capital of Yuan Dynasty. Countless unknown soldiers marched forward bravely. Under the blood and sweat of the city wall, the tens of meters high wall was like a moat, but everyone knew that this was the last battle to destroy Meng Yuan.
His closed eyelids tremble. How many years... How many years I haven't recalled. Now he was suddenly moved by the music to the deepest picture in his heart. He unexpectedly found that he remembered the face of every soldier who charged.
Countless catapults throw huge stones, and the sound of the boulders falling to the ground is like a heavy drum beat in music. Countless Han troops rushed to the head of the city, bustling inside. It is the continuation of the blood of the Chinese nation, and it has been pushed down again and again by the Yuan army. Arrows are like locusts, soldiers are like tsunami, and there are countless corpses piled under the impenetrable Yuanda city wall.
Some are young, some are old. Under the banners of the generals from all directions, they charged against the majority again and again.
When the most magnificent part of the music sounded, he opened his eyes, as if seeing...Most city gates were broken, dozens of flags rushed into it first, and there was a deafening shout of killing behind him, and the tide poured in. Yenching.
The softness in steel makes his heart soft.
I used to...can be called a national hero?
The current self...really want to stand on Liu Yu's side and betray the only underworld in China?
There was some pain in the throat, and it was not just him. The music broke out completely, like a sea of gushing clouds, a big river with a bursting bank, down the river, washing away all emotions, and only the thing that made them breathless passionate.
When it reached the highest peak, it stopped abruptly. In the gazes of all the officials in frontiers, the commander turned around and bowed deeply.
Deadly still.
I don't know how long it has passed, bang bang ...... applause rang out.
It's Liu Yu.
After that, bang bang bang ...... all the chief officials in frontiers clapped their hands gently. And the entourage around them desperately applauded, and even some Yin Ling's complexion was slightly distorted. If it weren't for the ghost without tears, I'm afraid it would be a little wet.
"Heh..." Liu Yu closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. In his heart... he felt like he was agitated by this piece of music.
An experience like never before!
This music itself is a classic among the classics, known as an epic war song. Sitting in the surrounding auditorium and listening on the computer at home is not a concept at all. The magnificence of mountains and seas in all directions, that kind of blood-boiled, creepy impulse, did not fade away until the end of the tune.
He no longer pays attention to whether Qin Ye wants to do anything. Rather, I can’t wait to hear the next song and relive the feeling just now... I seem to have seen the Liu Song flag flying over half of China.
I saw a picture of myself riding a thousand dollars.
Qin Ye stood on the second stage, with Wang Chenghao beside him, Qin Ye's finger tapping the guardrail lightly. He was sure that the adrenal glands of these Yinlings were all soaring now. Because I am just like them, I have an impulse in my body, I want to do something.
If it is a person listening at home, the impulse will gradually fade. But... not here!
This is Chai.
He will give everyone a chance to "do something". Light this fire.
For example...in the new tiger pose, a trace of reason is lost. This slight difference, I'm afraid... is the floating of about one billion Yin Lingshi!
"victory is just the beginning. I won't let them have a chance to slow down... the next StarSky will push up their throbbing layer by layer until... the new Tiger style comes on stage." He licked Licking his lips, he looked down like a demon: "Advanced marketing, but the most psychological. Otherwise...Who do you think those luxury goods are sold to?"
Three minutes later, another command post came up and bowed deeply.
This time, it hasn't started yet, because there are not many people below, sparse applause rang out. However, every yin spirit, including the chief officials in Xinjiang, was applauding.
I look forward to...Even if the subconscious mind keeps reminding, tonight...it's not quite right, it may be when the other party lights the sword, but...they have never seen this kind of sword.
The sword is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, the three-foot green peak is an ominous thing, and the blood of the enemy chief is a sharp weapon.
When have you seen such a soft sword?
Where is Jianfeng?
No.
Where is the blade?
Can't feel it either.
So... it's better to indulge yourself once and wander in this ocean of music.
The commander has raised his hands. The next second, heavy pressure.
"Dangdangdang...Dangdangdangdang!" "Dangdangdangdang...Dangdangdangdang!"
Different from victory, in the beginning, it was music like landslides and tsunami, which completely continued the unfinished taste of victory.
Bass, piano, cello, violin, French horn, euphonium, plucked string instruments, electric guitar...all the instruments sounded at the same time, and the iron and **** smell from all directions had not disappeared, and it swept back like a tsunami.
Boom boom boom! Every note seems to hit Twelve Tianluo's nerves. If it was the appetizer just now, here, it has directly reached the climax/! Almost all of the officials in frontiers took a breath, but did not exhale, letting that breath linger in the bottom of their hearts, a suffocating sense of refreshment, electricity passed through the whole body.
If the choir's voice is ringing, it adds an ethereal flavor to the song. In the fast-paced melody, Chahan seemed to see the appearance of the Meng Yuan Empire swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger, countless iron horses stepping out of the grassland and sweeping across Europe and Asia. The Song Dynasty was destroyed and the capital was established.
I don't know if it's illusory or not, he doesn't want to distinguish it anymore, he even heard the footsteps of horses' hoofs, layer by layer, endless orgasms/trends, making him seem to have returned to the golden and iron horse years before his death.
On the arm, there are layers of goose bumps, and the sound of the heart beating wildly, as if to burst out of the chest cavity. StarSky, starry sky, at this moment, he is lying on the grassland, looking at the starry sky far north.
The iron and blood is sonorous, but not always hard. The heavy drum beats ten thousand horses, like a hundred thousand cavalry rushing into the Central Plains. But then, from the grandiose to the lyric, the lyric was mixed with depression like a storm on the grassland, as if to foretell the short life of Meng Yuan, and the glaring scars that could not be concealed under the prosperous age.
"Dangdangdang...Dangdangdangdang!" Dang once again, when the familiar melody resounded throughout the auditorium, it seemed as if a suppressed tsunami broke out! An electric current rushed into the hearts of all the officials in Xinjiang. That is the tragic, heavy, sadness of the war... and, the success of one's own fame.
The wind instrument that looked like a goshawk came in quietly, perfectly connected. Chahan didn't know if others heard it, but he did. This sound was like the last smile that the woman waiting for her in the big tent. His thoughts flew away, flying into the vast and magnificent starry sky.
According to the legend, every star is a warrior, and Changshengtian will lead them to heaven after death. Is he... among them?
The vast music is wave after wave. Anyone who has listened to StarSky knows that this music is at a climax from the beginning. After listening to it, I just want to let people shout and express their blood. At this moment, the chariot of this round of music is running over the nerves of all the chief officials in frontiers.
When...when the last note falls, when the conductor bows. He just raised his hand, exhaled heavily, closed his eyes and clapped vigorously.
Applause for venting.
What a glorious life... but after death, he was firmly crushed in the bamboo field!
He wants to do something, urgently, he wants to change this situation!
When I opened my eyes, my chest rose and fell, and his eyes were bloody, suppressing the violent desire in my heart. Only applause resounded through the auditorium.
The third music, but did not wait.
The style of this music is different from the previous one. If we say that there is a golden horse and iron horse in front, the majestic and majestic that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger. This song is the long wind and waves, when there will be a time when the wind will hang on the sails to the sea.
Exodus.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) At that moment, he raised his head instantly, staring at the main stage without blinking.
There is no weak person in the twelve days.
Anyone is a famous general in history. Everyone has the brightest moment in history.
Put the pen from the military class to Dingyuan, thirty-six riding the Western Regions. This is the guarantee that he can sit in the position of Twelve Tian Luo.
However, his fief is in the south.
The Western Regions...that is a place where you can dream, and now...he heard similar music in Xindifu?
Different from China, the kind of strong cultural shock I felt when I first arrived in the Western Regions. It has a long history with this pure piano music.
Not as fierce as the first two, but it still makes goose bumps arise. In my mind, I seem to see the 36 strong men who followed him. One country after another killed them, and these 36 people alone laid down the vast territory of the Western Regions.
Riding a camel to walk in the desert, watching herons and eagles fly over distant oasis, wolves tracking on the grasslands, foreign countries with completely different cultures... scenes and scenes, very clear in mind. He sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.
It’s not that I don’t watch.
It was a fire in my heart, completely ignited.
What does he want to do too, sing with the sword? Maybe, but...not really.
Now I am in that situation. The price of growth is hypocrisy. Once mature, people will not reveal their truest self. Because I care about vision, reputation, status, and reality.
Dang! !
As the last accent fell, the pianist on the stage closed his eyes. He was also moved by this magnificent piano piece. Until the warm applause from the audience awakened him.
"Not bad." A hoarse voice sounded, and then a green light hit the stage directly. The pianist took a look, his eyes flashed, it was a piece of emerald green, without a trace of impurities.
"Master Ban has a reward." Yin Ling, the palace servant beside Ban Chao, stood up at some point, and said sharply.
Good music touches the heart.
This is no joke.
At this moment, they can't remember what they're here for, they can't remember...this is the home of the new underworld. I can't remember, I warned to be vigilant before coming. After three enthusiastic tunes in a row, they just wanted to sing a song full of red, saying goodbye to the past that they suddenly remembered.