Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 406 Qin Feng
Chu dance for me, I am Ruo Chu song.

Chu Ge.

Chu Ge is the folk song of Chu, and it is the soul of Chu for 800 years.

At this moment, on Xia Feng Lie Lie's horse farm, eight young men from Chu land sang loudly.

"The swan flies high and travels thousands of miles with one stroke. The feather he is already there, and it spans the world.

Across the world, what can I do?Although there is a small payment, what is Shangan doing? "

The teenagers in Chu raised their arms high, and the red cloth belts tied on their arms fluttered and fluttered in the strong wind. Every practitioner participating in the polo game had a ribbon representing the color of his country on his arm. The ribbon on the victim's hand is redr than blood.

Amidst the howls of the teenagers, the red streamers burned like clusters of flames on the racetrack.

The swan flies high and flies a thousand miles in one fell swoop.Across the world, what can I do?

They are Chu people, the descendants of Emperor Gaoyang, the flying geese, and the people of the fire beast god Suzaku, with the noble blood of fire flowing through their bodies.

So, how could they lose?
Lost to the people of Qin who once didn't value nobles but only valued military exploits?

Army of Tigers and Wolves?

What's more, the current former Qin people are nothing more than frightened tigers whose teeth have been pulled out without a leader!

The youths from Chu, with the pride of Chu people on their faces, sang Chu songs, and rushed towards the former Qin youths who lost their fighting spirit and were overwhelmed by their momentum.

Following the sound of Chu's sound, the sound of the swan flying high and across the world, the voices of the surrounding people of Nanchu also boiled up.

"The swan flies high!"

"Across the world!"

"Nan Chu must win!"

The sound of horseshoes in the stadium exploded, and the shouts outside the stadium were loud.Seeing the young men in Nanchu galloping with their red scarves fluttering, all the people of Nanchu who were watching also shouted together.

The songs of Chu were originally folk songs, and this place is Chu. Although there were spectators from other countries, most of the people who came to see the excitement were from Chu. The songs of Chu sung by Ye Siyuan and others easily aroused the emotions of all other onlookers.

And at this moment, along with the clear voices of the teenagers, a clearer and thicker bronze sound suddenly came from the side of the court.

This is, chime.

Ji Jiashu caressed his chest and looked towards the high ground where the number plate stood on the court.In order to declare the beginning and end, there are bells, chimes and drums around the polo field.But at this time, the sound of the chime accompanied by Chu Ge was actually the ritual officer who was guarding there, touched by the atmosphere on the field, and involuntarily struck the chime.

The sound of gold and stone, bursts of Chu songs.

Right time and place.

Ji Jiashu looked at the imposing Nanchu rider on the racecourse and closed his eyes.

Warrior, potential also.

No matter how many despicable methods Ye Siyuan had used, even he had to admit that the song of embarrassment sung by everyone at this time was an extremely subtle method.

Even hearing such a voice, he couldn't hide his blood boiling.

After all, he is a Chu person.

No Chu person would not be moved by such a voice.

And such a voice, in a group battle, is even better than a master with strong personal ability.

Warrior, potential also.

Ji Jiashu had heard his father mention this to him countless times. For those of them who stand high and be followed by others, the most important thing is often not personal strength, but how to arouse the enthusiasm of followers.

If it is said that individual battles rely on one move and one style, then the battles of the crowd often rely on such a momentum.

From Ji Jiashu's point of view, the difference in actual strength between the former Qin and Southern Chu polo teams is not that big.Even though Qianqin is slightly weaker at the lower level, with two high-level experts, Ying Xun and Huo Zhan, and the unusual practitioner Ying Baoyue at the lower level, the gap at the lower level can be completely made up.

However, when the former Qin lost at this time, it lost in momentum.

In other words, it was lost in the momentum of the leader.

Even though Ye Siyuan is arrogant and indulgent, in the fierce competition and fighting, a strong leader can play a far stronger role than a modest gentleman like Chen Zichu Yingxun.

Ye Siyuan's real power status is also a deterrent, and everyone in Nanchu has to obey him. At this time, coupled with the momentum created by Chu Ge, it can be said that Nanchu's victory is a certainty.

"The people of Qin are doomed!"

"A group of soft-legged shrimps, just here, and they were once known as the masters of tigers and wolves?"

"The real Qin Jun is dead long ago. These young men probably haven't seen the old Qin Jun, have they?"

"Haha, return the Qin army? What is left of the Qin people now?"

What is left of the Qin people?
Amidst the bursts of Chu songs, the cheers of Chu people, and the sound of Chu's bells and chimes, Ying Xun's mind went blank.

What is left of the Qin people?
Glory, status, land, imperial power.

Nothing at all.

This is Southern Chu, and what they are facing is the most proud crowd in the vast country, and they, Qin people, have no one to cheer for them, without armor or helmet, naked.

Nothing at all.

"We're going to lose..."

This despair rose from the head of Qianqin's ball and permeated every Qianqin player on the field. The beatings were like the poison of the sound eroding their will, and they had nothing to fight against. Waiting to be run over by the Southern Chu people, throwing away their helmets and armor, and being defeated.

Just because they have nothing.

"We..." The former Qin practitioner who was rescued by Ying Baoyue murmured with trembling arms.

"We have nothing."

Yet at this time.

"is it?"

In the desperate and cold air, a calm female voice sounded.

"What?" The former Qin practitioner looked sideways in a daze, and at this moment.

"Boom!"

In the Chuyin bell that enveloped the audience, a heavy drum suddenly sounded!
This is... the humming of the bowstring came from my ear, and the former Qin practitioner looked at the girl riding on the horse and drawing the bow in astonishment.

The first-level grand ceremony polo game can be hit with a sword or an arrow. Each practitioner's horse is equipped with a quiver, which contains a special blunt arrow.

But at this moment, the young man stared blankly at the girl with her bow and arrow, and shot another arrow towards the big drum beside the polo field in the distance.

"Boom!"

The sound of heavy drums sounded, as if beating on the hearts of every former Qin person.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by heavy drumbeats, the girl's voice sounded from the rolling dust in the horse farm where Chu Yin was everywhere.

"Why don't you say no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!"

In the sky full of Chu Yin, the girl's voice was so high and clear that it went straight to the sky, not inferior to anyone else.

"This is..." On the high platform, Ji Jiashu suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the girl who was shooting arrows and singing loudly in the middle of the racecourse.

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? You are in the same pool with your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with your son!"

The girl shot another arrow, and her high-pitched singing tore apart the despair among the people of Qin.

Does it say no clothes? With the same robe.

Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.

"This is..." Jiang Yuanyuan on the high platform also opened his mouth in a daze. Ji Jiashu beside him opened his mouth, but before he could speak, an old voice suddenly came between them.

"Qin Feng Wuyi."

"Mr. Mengyang?" Ji Jiashu stared blankly at the old man beside him who was used to seeing fights and had been closing his eyes to rest his mind. At this time, those old eyes had been opened, quietly staring at the girl on the racecourse.

"It's actually "No Clothes,"" the old man said softly, "It's been a long time since I heard it."

If Honghu Song is the folk song of Chu, then Qin Feng Wuyi is the folk song of Qin.It is not only a folk song, but also an army battle song born in Qin's battle against Xi Rong.

"Standing against the courtyard wall and crying, day and night, the sound was endless, and the spoon could not drink. On the seventh day, Duke Ai wrote "No Clothes" for him, and sat down with his head nine times, and the Qin master came out."Mr. Mengyang stared at the girl with a bow and archery in the center of the crowd, and spoke quietly.

Do you say no clothes?In the same robe as the son.Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.

This is the battle song of the former Qin Dynasty, a lament for all the people who used to be soldiers, and an oath song for the Ying family before landing on the battlefield.

Who says there are no clothes, I and you are equally in war robes.

The king goes out to fight, and repairs our spears.

On our battlefield, we stand together with you.

Hearing the girl's singing, Ying Xun felt his blood boil all over his body, and a rush of heat filled the corners of his eyes. The young man wiped it violently, stretched out his hands and raised his arms and shouted in the same way.

"Is there no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi, and repaired my armored soldiers. Walk with my son."

Who says there are no clothes.

At this moment, repair our armor and soldiers, and go to the country with you.

The former Qin practitioners who had put down their swords opened their eyes wide and slowly clenched the swords in their hands.

"Who said we have nothing?" The former Qin practitioner watched the girl put down the bow in her hand, and smiled at him sideways.

The gaze in the young man's eyes slowly changed, and suddenly a teardrop appeared, and then he also began to sing loudly.

"Is there no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. The king Yu Xingshi, and repaired my armored soldiers. Walk with my son."

First Chu Ge, then Qin Feng.

The practitioners of the former Qin Dynasty who were holding the sword in their hands raised their heads one after another and let out the same shout.

The girl started to run, and the black streamers on her arms fluttered in the sound of hunting wind.

But this time, behind her were seven other teenagers.

On the polo field, everyone started to run wildly, the teenagers ran wildly, and Qianqin's team plunged into Nanchu's team fiercely!

　"Chu dance for me, I am like Chu song."--"Historical Records Liuhou Family"

　　"Is it called Wuyi? In the same robe as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and spear. I have the same hatred with my son! Is it said that I have no clothes? I have the same lust as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with my son! Said no clothes? I wear the same clothes as my son. Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my armored soldiers. Walk with me!" -- "Book of Songs · Qin Feng · Wuyi"

　　"Standing against the courtyard wall and crying, day and night without a sound, the spoon can't drink in the mouth. On the seventh day, Qin Aigong wrote "No Clothes" for him, and sat down with his head nine times, and the Qin master came out." -- "Zuo Zhuan"

　　
　
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