A golden iron horse, blood splattered on the battlefield... All twelve days Luo almost closed his eyes, some held their hands tightly, and some shook their legs slightly. It's very strange, the most climax part is obviously slow music, but... It's like smelling the other side flower blooming on the red-stained earth.
Iron-blooded tenderness, but nothing to do with love, is life and death on the battlefield, parting and parting. It is a pitiful and indeterminate riverside bone, it is like the love of a person in a 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 is pushed up layer by layer, the volcano in his heart is faintly burning. He thought of the battle that broke the capital of Yuan Dynasty. Countless unknown soldiers bravely marched forward. Under the eight-mile city wall, the city wall was tens of meters high like a moat, but everyone knew that this was the last battle to destroy Meng Yuan.
His closed eyelids trembled slightly. How many years... how many years have not been recalled. Now, the deepest image in his heart was suddenly evoked by the music. He actually found that he even remembered the faces of every soldier who charged.
Countless catapults, throwing huge boulders, the sound of boulders falling to the ground is like a heavy drum beat in music. Countless Han troops rushed to the top of the city, and it was prosperous inside. It is a continuation of the blood of the Chinese nation, and it has been topped down by the Yuan army again and again. Arrows are like locusts, soldiers are like tsunamis, and countless corpses are piled up under the impassable city walls of the Yuan Dynasty.
Some young, some old. Under the banners of the generals in all directions, they charged against Dadu again and again.
When the most magnificent part of the music played, he opened his eyes, as if he saw... The Dadu city gate was broken, dozens of banners rushed into it, and the deafening screams of killing behind him poured into Yanjing like a tide.
The softness in the steel made his heart soften.
My former self... Can I be called a national hero
The current self... Really want to stand on Liu Yu's side and betray China's only underworld
His throat was a little sore, and it wasn't just him. The music broke out completely, like a gushing sea of clouds, a river bursting down the embankment, and all the emotions were washed away by the downstream flow, leaving only the blood boiling that made them unable to breathe.
When it reached its peak, it stopped abruptly. In the eyes of all the frontier officials, the commander turned around and bowed deeply.
Dead silence.
I don't know how long it took, clap clap clap... Applause sounded.
It's Liu Yu.
Then, clap clap clap... All the frontier officials applauded softly. The followers around them applauded desperately, and even some Yin spirits had slightly distorted expressions. If it weren't for Guiwu Tears, I'm afraid it would be a little wet.
"Heh..." Liu Yu closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. In his heart... he actually felt that this tune had stirred up all sorts of flavors.
Experience like never before!
This music itself is a classic among the classics, known as the epic battle song. Sitting in a surrounding auditorium and listening on a computer at home are completely different concepts. That kind of grandeur like mountains and seas in all directions, that kind of blood-boiled, creepy impulse, only subsided little by little when the song ended.
He no longer pays attention to what Qin Ye wants to do. Instead, I can't wait to hear the next song and relive the feeling just now... I seem to have seen the scene of Liu Song's flag flying over half of China.
I saw the picture of myself riding a thousand.
Qin Ye was standing on the second floor, Wang Chenghao was beside him, Qin Ye's fingers tapped lightly on the guardrail. He was sure that the adrenal glands of these ghosts were all surging now. Because I, like them, have an urge in my body to want to do something.
If it is a person listening at home, the urge gradually fades away. But... not here!
This is chai.
He will give everyone a chance to "do something". Light this fire.
Like... in the new tiger pose, lose a touch of sanity. This slight difference, I am afraid... is about a billion Yin Lingshi floating!
"victory is just the beginning. I'm not giving them a chance to slow down... The next StarSky, will push their throbbing up layer by layer until... the new tiger comes out for it." He licked his lips, demonic. Looking down: "Advanced marketing, but the most psychological. Otherwise... Who do you think those luxury goods are sold to?"
Three minutes later, another commander stood up and bowed deeply.
This time, before it even started, there were sparse applause from below because there were not many people. However, every Yin spirit, including the frontier officials, was applauding.
Looking forward to... Even though the subconscious keeps reminding me that tonight... it's not quite right, maybe it's when the other side shows the sword, but... they have never seen such a sword.
The sword is the ancestor of the hundred soldiers, the three-foot green peak is an ominous thing, and drinking the blood of the enemy chief is a sharp weapon.
When have you seen such a soft sword
What about the sword
no.
What about 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, press hard.
"Dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang dang!"
Different from the victory, at the beginning, the music was like a landslide and tsunami, which completely continued the unfinished taste of the victory.
Bass, piano, cello, violin, horn, bass horn, plucked stringed instruments, electric guitar... All the instruments sounded at the same time, and the sonorous smell of iron and blood in all directions swept again like a tsunami.
Boom boom boom! Every note seems to hit Twelve Tianluo's nerves. If it was an appetizer just now, here, it directly reached a climax! Almost all the top officials in the frontier took in a breath, but did not exhale, and let that breath hold in their hearts, a suffocating sense of refreshment, like an electric current running through the whole body.
The voice of the choir sounded faintly, adding an ethereal flavor to the song. In the fast-paced melody, Chahan seemed to see the appearance of the Mongolian and Yuan Empire that was swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger. Countless iron cavalry stepped out of the grassland and swept across Europe and Asia. Destroy the Song Dynasty, and all capitals will be settled.
I don't know if it's illusory or not, he doesn't want to distinguish it, he even heard the sound of horses' hoofs, layer by layer, endless climax/tide, making him seem to have returned to the golden years of his life.
On the arm, goosebumps layer upon layer, and the sound of the heart beating wildly, as if to break through the chest and jump out. StarSky, the starry sky, at this moment, he is lying on the grassland, looking at the starry sky far in the north.
The iron and blood were sonorous, but it was not all that hard. The heavy drums roared in unison, like a hundred thousand cavalry rushing into the Central Plains. But then, from the grand to the lyric, the lyric is mixed with the same depression as the storm on the grassland, as if to predict the short life of Meng Yuan, the dazzling scars that cannot be concealed under the prosperity of the prosperous world.
"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang!" Dangdang once again, when the familiar melody resounded throughout the auditorium, it seemed like a depressing tsunami erupted! An electric current rushed into the hearts of all the frontier officials. That is the tragic, heavy, sadness of the war... and, one's own success.
A wind and percussion instrument like a goshawk quietly entered, perfectly connected. Chahan didn't know whether others heard it or not, but he heard it. This sound was like the last smile I saw from the woman who was waiting for her in the big tent. His thoughts flew far, flying into the vast and magnificent starry sky.
Legend has it that every star is a warrior, and Changshengtian will introduce them to heaven after death. Is he... in it
The vast music is wave after wave. Anyone who has listened to StarSky knows that this music is on the climax from the beginning. After listening to it, I want to make people cry out and express their hearts and minds. At this moment, the chariot of this round of music is running over the nerves of all the frontier officials.
When... When the last note falls, when the conductor bows to the curtain. He raised his hand, exhaled heavily, closed his eyes and clapped vigorously.
Vent general applause.
How brilliant he was in his lifetime... After he died, he was crushed in the Bamboo Territory!
He wants to do something, he wants to do something urgently, he wants to change the status quo!
When he opened his eyes, his chest heaved and his eyes were bloody, suppressing the violent desire in his heart. Only applause resounded through the auditorium.
The third music, but did not wait.
This song has a different style than the previous one. If we say that there is a golden horse and an iron horse in front, it is magnificent and majestic. This song is about the long wind and waves sometimes, hanging directly on the cloud sail to help the sea.
Exodus.
"Woo woo... woo woo!" Ban Chao didn't feel anything when the wind at the beginning blew, but when the trombone appeared, the Egyptian language appeared, and a few piano accents suddenly fell, he Instantly raised his head and looked at the main stage without blinking.
Twelve days Luo has no weak.
Any one of them is a famous general in history. Everyone has the brightest moment in history.
Dingyuan from the Rong Ban, and thirty-six cavalry to level the Western Regions. This is the guarantee that he can sit in the position of Twelve Tianluo.
However, his fief was in the south.
The Western Regions... It was a place that made me fall in love with my dreams, and now... I actually heard similar music in the New Underworld
Different from Huaguo, the strong cultural shock that I felt when I first arrived in the Western Regions. It has a long history with this pure piano piece.
Not as violent as the first two songs, but it still gave people goosebumps. In his mind, he seemed to see the thirty-six warriors who followed him. One country after another was killed, and these thirty-six people alone laid down the vast territory of the Western Regions.
Riding a camel in the desert, watching a heron eagle flying over a distant oasis, a pack of wolves tracking on the grassland, a foreign country with a completely different culture... Scene by scene, it is extremely clear in my mind. He sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.
It's not that you don't look.
But a fire in his heart was completely ignited.
What does he also want to do, to sing with his sword? Maybe, but... neither.
Now his identity, has passed that situation. The price of growth is hypocrisy. When you mature, people will not reveal their truest self. Because care about vision, care about reputation, care about status, care about reality.
when! !
As the final accent fell, the pianist on stage closed his eyes. He was also moved by this magnificent piano piece. Until the warm applause from the audience woke him up.
"Not bad." A hoarse voice sounded, and then, a green light shot directly on the stage. 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." The palace servant Yin Ling who was 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 are here for, they can't remember... This is the home of the New Underworld. I can't remember, but before I came, I warned myself to be vigilant. For three consecutive tunes, they just wanted to sing a song full of Jiang Hong and say goodbye to the past that they suddenly remembered.