"Help me up, help me up quickly." Luo Ling shouted to Elena. They were now hiding behind a gun position. Luo Ling sat on the ground with her back against the earth wall, but she kept tilting her head to observe the battlefield from behind the battlement, while Elena was treating her injuries.
"You have to stop messing around. These golems are not fit for you to fight!" Elena yelled, rarely.
"No! I feel like the golem's behavior is a little strange." Luo Ling stood up by herself, holding onto the earthen wall. "I want to see more clearly. Help me stand on the wall."
Elaina couldn't persuade her, so she could only help her stand against the wall. She held Luo Ling's hand with one hand and hugged her leg with the other, looking angry.
Luo Ling stood in the cold wind and observed for four or five minutes. She looked serious and seemed to be muttering something silently.
"Hurry! Go and call Village Chief Yasen." She said to Elena.
Yasen was fighting the golem at the moment. The old village chief with white hair and beard was wielding an ordinary war hammer. His fighting spirit was surging. Although he looked very old, his momentum was no less than that of a young man. He heard Elaina calling him and knew that Luo Ling must have something important to do, so he hurried to the side of the earth wall.
"Mr. Luo Ling, you must have made some important discovery, right?"
"This is an emergency, so let's be brief. Do you dwarves have any songs that have been passed down for many years and that everyone can sing? Folk songs, war songs, anything will do!"
Luo Ling's words left Yasen confused. However, her previous performance gave him a lot of confidence in her, so he said, "If there is a song that every dwarf can sing, it is the 'Ode to the Hammer'. This is a song that dwarves have sung for thousands of years. Whether in the Dwarf Kingdom, when we were slaves in the Black Dragon Empire, or when we lived in seclusion here, we would sing this song."
"Okay, Village Chief Yasen, you take those who are not participating in the battle to sing this song. I believe it will be helpful in the battle!" Luo Ling said.
"But… "
"I can explain it to you, but not now. Every minute we waste talking is another dwarf's death."
"Well. At least singing can boost morale." Yasen said, stood up and called two air riflemen who were still looking for opportunities to shoot, and ran towards the battlefield.
"Why are you singing?" Elena asked after Yasen left. "It must not be as simple as boosting morale. The way you looked just now, you must be thinking about something."
Luo Ling coughed a few times and smiled: "You are right. But I am not 100% sure what the effect will be. I will know what will happen after I try it."
Seeing Elena looking at her with big eyes, she knew that she would not give up until she had a clear answer. "You know I am very sensitive to numbers, time and rhythm. Just now when I was healing, I found that the fighting rhythm of some golems slowed down, and there were many unnatural pauses."
"Why didn't I notice?"
"It's a very subtle difference. For example, when some golems raise their swords to chop, there is a quarter-second pause. Or when some golems are looking for enemies, their sight stays on a certain place for half a second."
"Isn't that strange? Maybe they just ran out of power?"
"So I went to observe what affected them. Finally, I analyzed their actions and came to a conclusion that they seemed to hesitate a little when they killed dwarves or saw sacrificed dwarves."
"Why didn't I see that?" Elena watched the battle for a moment and didn't notice anything.
"I told you, this requires a keen sense." Luo Ling pointed to a place on the battlefield where four or five dwarves lay in a miserable state. "Several golems would pause for a while when their sights passed by this place."
"So, I have a guess. Is it possible that the dwarf part of the golem's mind was awakened by the images of these sacrificed dwarves?"
"So that's how it is. You want Yasen to sing to awaken their racial memory?"
Luo Ling nodded: "Listen, it's started."
"The river of lava, boiling and rolling,
The flames dance, forging my soul.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Hammers roars like a wave.
Steel is my bones, forging my foundation..."
An old and majestic song rang out from a corner of the battlefield. The song was not loud in the noisy and chaotic battlefield, but it passed through blood and fire, swords and guns, and rang in the ears of many dwarves.
This melody is a lullaby engraved in the memory of every dwarf since childhood, and has accompanied them since they were born. These words record legends, tell the history of the dwarves, and praise the civilization of the dwarves.
Sinclair smashed the golem's spear with his hammer, and while fighting hard, he also sang along with the tune. His voice was hoarse and breathless, but his voice firmly joined the melody:
“… the hammer swung, breaking through the wall,
The pick hammers and hammers, not afraid of the danger,
In the deep valley,
The beginning of the ages, the city of glory... "
Whether it was the gunmen shooting around or the soldiers fighting on the field, many people were infected by this familiar and exciting tune. More and more voices became part of the song.
But at this time the golem's behavior became strange. Not only did its reactions become slow, but its movements also became increasingly weak.
A dwarf who was about to be chopped to death found that the tip of the golem's knife had reached his nose, but it stopped there trembling.
Although some golems were still fighting, they seemed to be fighting drunkenly, stumbling and no longer able to aim at their targets.
Some golems' consciousness split, and their left hand tightly grasped the right hand holding the knife, preventing it from swinging the weapon.
"I understand." Yasen had stopped singing and came to Sinclair's side. The golem that was Sinclair's opponent actually knelt on the ground and began to hit its head with its fists. However, it seemed to be restricted by some rules. As long as its hands approached its head, it would become powerless. Therefore, it hit many times, but only made a clanging sound.
"Village leader. What's going on?"
"It's our brothers who are helping us..." Yassen looked at the golem that kept hitting his head and took the hammer from Sinclair, "It's time for us to help them escape from this cage."
The old village chief walked up to the golem and said, "I'll help you."
The golem actually moved its hand away and stretched its head in front of Yasen.
Arsen ignited his fighting spirit and smashed the golem's head with all his strength. A white evil spirit floated out. It seemed to want to pounce on Arsen in front of it, but something made it hesitate.
"These are all your compatriots and descendants. Don't harm them." The old village chief said slowly, "You no longer belong to this world. Return to the embrace of the God of Forging."
The evil spirit let out a cry, then began to struggle and tremble, and finally, like a punctured balloon, it broke free from the octopus-shaped constraints and disappeared into nothingness in the air.
"So that's how it is," Sinclair said softly.
"Go, and free them one by one in the hymns of our ancestors."