“Boom boom boom!!!”

The drums below were beating faster and faster, indicating that the enemy was about to launch an attack. The bandits below were also shouting loudly.

"Cowards of Zhao, come out and die!"

"I heard there's a beautiful Zhao princess among them. After we capture the camp, let's all come together and taste the princess!"

“Ohhhhhh!!!”

Listening to the foul language of the horse thieves below, the Zhao soldiers above all turned pale and shouted and cursed. Ji Yanran frowned slightly, then she reached out and took a bow from the soldier next to her, then bent the bow and put an arrow on it, and shot an arrow at the one who jumped the most happily below. Then the horse thief screamed and fell off his horse. The horse thieves were also startled and their momentum immediately subsided a lot.

Instead, the soldiers on the mountain cheered, and the momentum of both sides changed for a moment. But soon, the drums below sounded again, and this time the bandits immediately set out, clearing obstacles while heading towards the camp above.

At this moment, Fang Zheng also stretched out his fingers, gently stroked the strings, and then began to play.

“…”

"Why?"

Hearing the music flowing from Fang Zheng's guqin, Ji Yanran looked at him in surprise. This was not only because she had never heard the song Fang Zheng played before, and the melody was weird, but also because... this was not the sound of a guqin at all!

In Ji Yanran's memory, the sound of the guqin should be melodious and lingering. But what Fang Zheng played was a very clear and deep music that she had never heard before. Not only that, although the sound of this music was not louder than the drums at the foot of the mountain, it was clearly heard by everyone.

It was a kind of euphemism, sadness, and tenderness, which seemed to be somewhat incompatible with the battle that was about to begin. But Ji Yanran seemed to clearly feel that it was precisely because of this fierce contrast that the feeling brought by the music became clearer.

It was as if they were mourning for those who were about to die.

The cold moonlight shone down from the dark night sky, rendering the entire grassland silvery white. However, listening to the strange music in front of her, Ji Yanran couldn't help but shudder, as if the steaming battlefield in front of her had turned into a cemetery full of death...

Gradually, the drumbeats below also gradually stopped. Musical sensitivity is universal. Not only Ji Yanran felt this way, but in fact, the Zhao envoys in the camp on the top of the mountain and the bandits besieging below gradually developed a strange and weird feeling. It was as if some unforeseen and unimaginable existence was gradually approaching... and this would be their last... moment.

Listening to the music, Fang Zheng smiled. Although he knew a little about music, he was not very good at using the guqin or guzheng. But this was not difficult for Fang Zheng. In fact, although he was playing the guqin on the surface, strictly speaking, it was not a guqin.

In fact, Fang Zheng poured the power in his body into the strings, and then changed the timbre by adjusting the vibration of the strings. Rather than saying it was a guqin, it was better to say it was an electronic keyboard that could change the timbre at will. However, its energy source was not electricity, but internal force.

Fang Zheng can easily and freely play the music he is familiar with by manipulating the timbre of the vibrating strings. From violin, cello to piano, and even symphony, it is not a problem. In fact, what Fang Zheng is playing now is Beethoven's famous Piano Sonata No. 14 in C sharp minor - Moonlight.

It is precisely because of his clever use of power that the guqin can produce sounds similar to those of the piano.

Finally, the first section slowly stopped. For a moment, the entire battlefield was silent, as if waiting for something. At the same time, the bandits at the foot of the mountain felt a chill in their hearts. For some reason, they always felt as if they were about to face a disaster...

"kill!!"

The leader of the bandits roared, and as if he wanted to dispel the fear in his heart, he raised his weapon and rushed forward, while the others also roared and rushed towards the camp.

At the same time, the sound of the piano rang out again.

But unlike before, this time the tune was brisk and joyful, like birds dancing in the woods.

However, under this cheerful tune, the bandits who rushed up the hillside suddenly fell to the ground, their eyes wide open, blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, their whole bodies twitched a few times, and then there was no sound, and they turned into corpses.

The same thing happened to the soldiers pushing wooden shields and holding crossbows. They shouted and marched forward, then fell to the ground to the sound of the music and never got up again. In just a few breaths, a large number of horse thieves attacking the city below died, and at this time, the horse thieves seemed to finally realize that something was wrong.

"It's the devil's voice that's asking for my life!!"

"Oh no, let's go, get out of here!"

The other horse thieves also noticed something was wrong at this moment and tried to leave screaming, but unfortunately, it was too late.

The cheerful tune suddenly changed into an intense, powerful and stormy melody. This is the third movement of the Moonlight Sonata! !

The intense music was like an invisible arrow that enveloped the entire grassland, and the bandits who turned around and tried to escape fell to the ground under the moonlight. Even many bandits had already mounted their horses and turned around to escape, but the next moment they were thrown off their horses and fell headfirst into the grass without a sound.

One piece, one piece, and another piece.

There were no screams, no struggles, no groans. The bandits fell to the ground silently like straw and trees. The officers and soldiers on the hillside were terrified by the strange scenes. They even saw a few bandits piercing their ears with daggers, but they still couldn't escape.

The sound of the piano rose again, then fell heavily, turning into three loud sounds, and then - disappeared without a trace.

"call……"

The wind blew across the grassland, swaying the grass. However, at this moment, there was no more fighting on the grassland. The wooden stakes used for siege were still there, and the war horses were still on the grass. However, the people who were supposed to use them had fallen to the ground and would never get up again.

"Nothing more."

Looking at this scene, Fang Zheng chuckled, then he stretched out his hand and clapped it gently, and then he saw the guqin suddenly jump up and return to the guqin case. Then Fang Zheng stood up and nodded to Xiang Shaolong.

"Xiang Bingwei, Fang has fulfilled his promise."

"Ah, thank you, Master Fang."

Compared to other people, Xiang Shaolong was a time traveler after all, so he reacted quickly. After all, modern times are not without weapons of mass destruction, and there are also poison gas bombs and so on. Although Fang Zheng's method of dealing with these ten thousand people was incredible, from the perspective of "eliminating ten thousand people", Xiang Shaolong could at least accept it.

Just think of the person in front of you as a walking human nuclear bomb.

However, it was different for the others. In this day and age, being able to fight ten people alone was considered a brave man, and being able to fight a hundred people alone was considered a hero. Fang Zheng's ability to kill tens of thousands of bandits with just a wave of his hand was simply an incredible myth. So much so that the soldiers looked at Fang Zheng as if he were a monster. Wherever Fang Zheng walked, the people there would unconsciously make way for him.

Seeing the extremely weird atmosphere, Xiang Shaolong also felt embarrassed and coughed quickly.

"Come here, prepare to clean up the battlefield immediately and find out the identities of those people!"

"yes!!"

After hearing Xiang Shaolong's order, the soldiers came to their senses and hurried down the mountain to check the situation on the grassland. Fang Zheng just stood by and watched happily without saying a word.

At this time, Ji Yanran also came over and looked at Fang Zheng in surprise.

"Although I have heard that Master Fang used the sound of his zither to repel the enemy, Yanran has always thought that it was just an exaggeration. Now it seems that it is really hard to imagine. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would believe that Master Fang could destroy thousands of troops in an instant? Yanran is afraid that even if I tell others about this, no one will believe it."

Looking at the grassland under the moonlight, Ji Yanran couldn't help but sigh. Now under the moonlight, the whole grassland looked unusually quiet, as if it was a dreamlike beauty. But when she thought about how many horse thieves had died in the grass, Ji Yanran couldn't help but feel a little chilled. She was not the kind of saint who couldn't stand the killing, but thinking about how these horse thieves had been so arrogant before, and then fell to the ground and turned into corpses in an instant, it was really sad.

"Master Ji doesn't seem to be very afraid of me?"

Fang Zheng looked at Ji Yanran curiously and found that she didn't seem to be afraid of him at all. Generally speaking, people in this era are still ignorant and superstitious. Seeing Fang Zheng's behavior, they would basically feel uneasy. However, Ji Yanran didn't seem to have such thoughts. Except for the fact that she was a little surprised at the beginning, she looked very calm at other times.

"Don't you worry that I'm some kind of monster that's out to kill people?"

"Yanran has seen many unusual things done by Mr. Fang, so what if there is one more?"

Ji Yanran shook her head.

"Yanran wanted to worry, but seeing how carefree Mr. Fang is, he certainly doesn't take it to heart. If Yanran speaks rashly, wouldn't it be rude?"

"What you said seems to make some sense."

Facing Ji Yanran's answer, Fang Zheng was speechless. He had forgotten that Ji Yanran had been to Xiaoyao Palace. The things there were too beyond common sense for outsiders. After this tour, Ji Yanran's ability to accept things was also increasing rapidly. At this moment, she probably wouldn't be surprised even if Fang Zheng could fly, let alone kill enemies with the sound of the piano.

"But the music played by Master Fang is something Yanran has never heard before. It sounds leisurely and elegant, but it also contains a sense of melancholy and sadness. The melody at the end is cheerful yet profound. Who composed this music?"

"Well... this is a long story..."

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

After all, at this time Beethoven...probably even his grandfather wasn't born yet.