Indeed, the camp was becoming more and more lively as more city builders rushed in. They didn't care about anything, including pain and life and death. They had only one belief in their hearts, which was to kill all the Dashun people who invaded their homes.
People roared and charged, and when their iron weapons broke when they encountered the Dashun's steel, they would throw them away, then roar like wild beasts, open their bloody mouths, and use their teeth as the most advantageous weapon to bite the enemy in front of them. Regardless of gender, age or young, as long as they entered the camp and saw the Dashun soldiers, they would pounce on them like a tiger pouncing on its prey, fighting and fighting in the most primitive way.
The Dashun soldiers tried to avoid women and children at first, but when they found that women and children were even crazier than men, they could no longer tolerate it and began to raise their swords to resist. Where there is resistance, there will be blood, so some people broke their arms, some lost their noses, and even more horrifying was that a woman had most of her head chopped off. But they still did not stop fighting, and they didn't even show any expression of pain. They didn't even blink when their limbs were cut off, as if what was broken was not a part of their body.
Those people were still fighting desperately with the Dashun soldiers. The scene was horrible and disgusting. A young soldier almost collapsed when he saw the woman with half her head missing. He burst into tears and ran for his life. Others no longer cared about women and children. They just hacked and killed any crazy people who came into the camp. Gradually, they also summed up the rules, so someone shouted: "Stab them in the heart! They must be stabbed to death. They will not stop until they die!"
Feng Yuheng was shocked when she saw this scene. It reminded her of the zombies attacking the city in the science fiction movies of later generations. It was even more terrifying than that. Because these were all living people.
Everyone gasped. Seeing that there were still hundreds of thousands of people rushing towards them, Xuan Tianming gritted his teeth and asked, "Seventh Brother, what are you going to do?"
Xuan Tianhua flicked his wide sleeves and did not say anything directly. He only said: "Do as I said. You all disperse. I will leave ten secret guards to protect you. The rest of you should evacuate immediately." After saying that, he turned around and went back to the commander's tent. Not long after, he heard a slow and gentle melody coming from the commander's tent. The sound of the strings was quiet and soft, which was completely inconsistent with the current scene.
Qian Li was just about to say that it was already this late, but he saw Xuan Tianming looking at the commander's tent with a sullen face, his hands clenched into fists, and he could even see them trembling slightly. Suddenly, he felt that under the influence of the piano, his originally anxious mood was somewhat relieved, and he gradually calmed down. When he spoke again, even his tone was lowered a bit. He asked Xuan Tianming: "Your Highness, what should we do now?"
Xuan Tianming took a deep breath and ordered in a deep voice: "Protect the Seventh Prince." After that, he pulled Feng Yuheng to stand in front of the commander's tent, and then Bai Ze, Wang Chuan, Huang Quan and the secret guards he brought from Jiancheng lined up in turn and surrounded the commander's tent tightly. He told people: "Few people in the world know that the Seventh Prince of Dashun is best at not Qinggong, nor is it weapon palm technique, but his magic music harp. There is no solution to the walking corpse powder, even if your princess is here, she can't solve it. But if the Seventh Prince uses the harp to defeat the enemy, he can gradually lead these people out of madness. But..."
At this point, his tone of voice changed, his eyes became more solemn, and he even half turned his head to look into the commander's tent, his eyes filled with resentment and pity. "It's just that the magic harp can defeat the enemy, one against one, one against ten, or even one against a hundred or a thousand. The Seventh Prince has deep internal strength, and he can defeat ten thousand. But now there are hundreds of thousands of people, including the people of the city, and the Sui soldiers, at least half a million crazy zombies. If he plays the magic harp, I'm afraid that in the end..."
Xuan Tianming could not continue. Xuan Tianhua could not bear to kill all these hundreds of thousands of people. He wanted to redeem them and use the Magic Harp to offset the effect of the Extreme Bliss Free Powder. But how could it be that easy? Hundreds of thousands of people! To use the Magic Harp to restrain the spiritual beliefs of hundreds of thousands of people, even if he could barely do it, he would have to sacrifice all his internal strength and hard work. Is this... worth it?
"Protect the commander's tent and don't let anyone get close." Xuan Tianming ordered again, then cast his eyes on the increasing number of people pouring in, took a deep breath, and said to Qian Li: "Organize the troops and be ready to retreat at any time."
In the general's tent, the sound of the piano became louder and louder, sometimes soothing, sometimes turbulent, as if it had a regular rhythm following the surge of people, and people's movements were gradually guided by the sound of the piano.
Feng Yuheng discovered that Xuan Tianhua's music had taken effect. The crazy people began to move slowly, and the injured gradually began to feel pain. The woman who had lost half her head had already fallen to the ground. Others stood there in a daze, not understanding where they were, and even less why they were here. Children began to cry, and a woman was frightened by the blood and broken limbs on the ground and screamed.
But what can they do? The people behind them soon surge forward, pushing the people in front down, and a new round of madness begins.
In the commander's tent, the sound of the piano intensified again. Xuan Tianming could not bear to listen any longer and turned back to shout into the tent, "You have used up 60% of your internal strength now, and there are countless people behind you. Once you use up 100% of your internal strength, it still won't work. What are you going to do, Seventh Brother?"
No one answered from inside. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth. Feng Yuheng asked at this time: "Is it enough to just let people hear the sound of the piano? Then I have a way to make the sound of the piano even louder." After she finished speaking, she lifted the curtain and went into the tent. She didn't care that Xuan Tianhua looked at her and shook his head slowly. She directly adjusted the things in the space from her wrist, saying: "I am a monster. I have some abilities that others don't have. I am not afraid of being known by Brother Seven. In fact, when you were not in the capital, my identity was almost exposed. I was scared to death at that time, but I think it was because Xuan Tianming and Brother Seven were not by my side. If you were all here, I wouldn't be so scared, and you would definitely not alienate me because I am a monster. Brother Seven, I have something here that can make the sound of the piano spread and become very loud, so you don't have to consume so much internal energy."
As she spoke, she took out the loudspeakers directly from the space. One was not enough, so she waited for a while and took out another one. In this way, she took out ten in total and lined them up in front of Xuan Tianhua's piano.
The sound of the zither was infinitely amplified, so that even the citizens who had not yet rushed to the camp could hear it. However, the amplified sound of the zither had no effect, and it was as if people had not heard it.
Feng Yuheng ran outside the tent to see, and asked Xuan Tianming in disbelief: "Why doesn't it work? They clearly heard it, why doesn't it work?"
Xuan Tianming told her: "Because it is not just the sound of the zither that controls the enemy, but the unique inner strength of Brother Seven. Only when the inner strength and the strings of the zither produce the sound of waves, can those people temporarily escape the control of the zombie powder. It is useless to just amplify the sound."
Do you still want to expand your internal strength? But she didn't have such a magical thing. Her space had everything except the thing that could expand her internal strength. She was unwilling to give up, so she searched for a lot of medicines in her space and placed them all in front of Xuan Tianhua, along with a large bowl of water. "Seventh Brother, you can take these medicines. I don't know if they can increase your internal strength, but there will be no bad effects if you take them. Try taking them when you feel tired."
Xuan Tianhua looked at her with a pleading look, his fingers still plucking the strings of the zither, but he said, "Go quickly and let the army withdraw."
"Why are you always thinking about others at this time?" Feng Yuheng was anxious. He stood up and pointed at Xuan Tianhua and said, "You care about the world! You have the people in your heart! Okay, I'll be the villain! I don't have a kind heart like you. Those people besieged us here. Why can't we resist? Our soldiers were also born by their mothers and raised by their fathers. Why should we be so frustrated in a war? Seventh brother, if you can't bear to kill these people, then I will kill them. In the future, let the people in the world scold me!"
After saying that, she rushed out of the tent and took out an AK47 from the space. Feng Yuheng strode to the east of the camp and shouted to the front: "Dashun soldiers! Get out of the way!" As the Dashun army withdrew, she raised the machine gun in her hand and fired wildly at the crowd that rushed in one after another.
A large number of people died under her strafing, but some who were still alive actually rushed forward even though their bodies were shot through with bloody holes. A strong smell of blood came in the wind, and Feng Yuheng's hands were weak from strafing, and the recoil of the AK made her palms numb. But there were too many people, and after a magazine of bullets was used up, corpses fell to the ground, but the number of lunatics did not decrease at all.
She was stunned and subconsciously wanted to change the gun to continue, but her arm was grabbed by someone who rushed over from behind, and she fell into his arms.
"Stop fighting! Let's retreat!" Xuan Tianming grabbed her arm tightly, staring at the crowd rushing in front of him with bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth and saying, "Duanmu Anguo, he can fight a city with hundreds of thousands of lives to fight this battle, but he wants us to bear the crime of exterminating lives. We are not worth it."
"But what about Seventh Brother?" She asked Xuan Tianming: "Should we ignore Seventh Brother?"
"Seventh Brother will catch up with us, trust him."
"If we have to retreat, we should retreat together!"
"But if he wasn't there to cover our retreat, the army would be entangled by these lunatics and wouldn't be able to withdraw at all." He looked at his wife in his arms and explained to her, "Believe in Brother Seven, he will return to Bin City to join us."
Feng Yuheng couldn't say anything else. Dashun's soldiers were also human beings. They couldn't sacrifice the people who built the city, and she wouldn't sacrifice her own soldiers either. Forget it, retreat, because she knew how cruel it would be for Xuan Tianming to make such a decision, to let Xuan Tianming decide to leave Xuan Tianhua to cover the rear of the army.
"Retreat!" She retreated step by step, but she took more and more machine guns in her hands. When she saw He Gan, she threw the machine guns to him and ordered: "Leave ten sharpshooters to protect His Highness the Seventh Prince. Listen! I don't care about the lives of the city builders. I just want His Highness the Seventh Prince to be alive. Do you understand?"
"Master, rest assured! I understand!"
Finally, the Dashun Army retreated to Bincheng under the leadership of Xuan Tianming. As they left, the sound of the magic piano accompanied them, stopping the footsteps of those crazy people who rushed to the front and tried to entangle them. After the Dashun Army had completely withdrawn, the people in the general's tent finally smiled. But the movements under their fingers did not stop, instead the strings of the piano were plucked faster and faster.
I don't know how long this playing lasted, it seemed like it lasted from dawn to dusk, or it seemed like a century. Finally, all the noise outside stopped, no more roars from the people, no more shaking of the earth, even the sound of the magic piano stopped. The ten sharpshooters who stayed outside lifted the curtain and looked into the commander's tent, tears streaming down their faces...
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