Time flies, and it’s the second month of the new calendar year 915.

In the Apel War Zone, when a large amount of urban infrastructure that could not be relocated was destroyed and a large number of citizens and farmers fled in panic, the area fell into a "discontinuous" dead city atmosphere.

And those urban areas and market towns that are still functioning and the civilians are barely surviving are also occupied by the warring parties in a staggered manner. At first, Lydia was generally in the south and Janus was generally in the north. Now, in

There is no straight line or slightly gentle curve on the map, and the two sides can be divided into two sides according to the boundary of the confrontation.

Of course, they all call the areas occupied by the other side "enemy-occupied areas."

The small town of Hedgewell is located about 40 kilometers southeast of the original Apple County town. It was named because the Hedgewell River has a long direct flow here.

The geographical location here is advantageous. It is the southeastern gateway of the county. It is also dotted with many highlands of strategic significance. Since the Hedgewell River divides it into two, the "enemy-occupied area" and the "enemy-occupied area" are divided by the river.

The boundaries are relatively clear-cut.

It was still less than six o'clock in the afternoon, and the heavy lead-grey clouds in the sky couldn't wait to cover up the last ray of twilight. On the road next to the river embankment, damaged gas nozzles and rusty steel coils gradually merged into a pile of sights.

Unclear dark things.

On the back of a truck that had been bombed into only a shell, greasy gloves held the black railing.

"cigarette."

"The last two, boss."

The young Lydian soldier who was sitting on the floor of the box stood up, took out two crumpled paper tubes, gave one to his commander, and hurriedly put on his splintered camouflage steel helmet.

The other party lit a match, lit it and took a deep puff, then took off the kettle from his body and threw it over.

The soldier thanked him and took it, "Gulu", his Adam's apple squirmed, and he took a long breath.

"How did you get mineral water?"

"Evian Company's shopping mall product. Two puffs of this thing is worth much more than your cigarette."

“So damn sweet.”

The young soldier raised his head again, looked at the other party's eyes that gradually narrowed, smiled coquettishly, and returned the favor.

Not to mention that these days, there are various dangerous pathogens in water sources even in peacetime. Nowadays, water plants and sewage treatment stations are key military targets, and any water source is questionable before it can be imported.

Compared with the murky water that is boiled and then added with chlorine disinfectant, this is simply a clear spring that is extremely sweet and makes the pores of the body open.

"It is said that the real dividing line between the front and the rear is the last intact theater, the town with clean hotels, the village with real restaurants, and the grocery store where you can buy cigarettes. I think I have to add one more: they can be thrown away completely

When you throw away these damn disinfectants"

The sergeant tightened the lid of the pot, sucked the cigarette hard until it burned his fingers, threw it on the ground and stamped it out, then raised the telescope and looked first at the river, then at the other side.

The living areas of civilians on both sides of the river have all been withdrawn 1-2 kilometers inward. Looking around here, there are only various bombed shelters, gas stations and factory ruins, as well as the sight of hundreds of hundreds of miles apart from time to time.

A handful of friendly soldiers.

The water entrances of several important docks were blocked together by a large group of rusty torpedoes. They were floating up and down, like the mouthparts of some terrifying monster in folklore.

"Boom!—Boom!—Boom!—"

The next moment, the dark and heavy column chords of the piano sounded in my ears.

From the two C minor triads, to the F minor triad, and then to the E flat major dominant seventh chord... I imitated four sentences with the same sound pattern, climbing up and down with difficulty, and then turned into a two-tone passing sentence in the high range, with a circuitous descent.

, like a light and melancholy sigh.

In fact, the bounce is a little flat and not very neat.

But the effect is coming.

According to the direction, it can be identified that it is coming from across the river, but in terms of sound, it is far away and right in front of you.

Logically speaking, this should be quite surprising in this situation.

But the two soldiers seemed to be a little used to it, and slowly jumped out of the scrapped truck.

They walked about ten meters toward the river embankment, sat sideways behind a bundle of scrapped steel coils, and continued to look in the direction of the music.

The piano once again took a solemn march, and a series of strange and urgent descending triplets came quickly, bringing out several heavy blows in a distant major key, and then collapsed into a group of cold arpeggios.

It is extremely dazzling and full of tragic temperament.

"What's the song today?" the sergeant asked.

"Choral Fantasia in C minor, written by Fan Ning, a composer from the Northern Continent." The answer was not the person next to him, but the voice of a nearby friendly soldier on the mini radio with electric noise.

"It's the fourth day, and they can't even find anyone who can play the piano, but we can't even find those who can play the trumpet." The young soldier beside him muttered.

"But we can hear it clearly, which is amazing." In another trench dug on the river bank, a sniper with a haystack on his head lay motionless. He was not responding to the previous sentence, but saying to himself

Talk to yourself.

In the scope, there is a hazy semi-open-air stage, and the dancing clothes of the artists are vaguely visible. Under a few brighter lamp poles, you can also see a pile of recently dismantled door and window frames that have been twisted and deformed by the high temperature.

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Since the confrontation between the two armies here, civilians have been repeatedly emphasized that they must retreat 1-2 kilometers to ensure safety. However, the width of Hedgewell here is about 500 meters, and the distance between the church and the river is less than 300 meters.

, maybe if you try it, you can have a good hit rate.

But the sniper's finger wasn't even on the trigger.

At present, he doesn't want to, and the most direct reason at the beginning is that he doesn't dare.

Because there is basically no one who doesn’t know the person who is conducting on the stage.

No one would think that a few sniper rifles would be more powerful than a squadron of bombers.

This sniper was just using his gun as a telescope.

At the end of the cadenza solo, the cello played a tortuous "Inquiry Motive", and the piano responded with warm colors of consolation and comfort. The simple and warm "Happy Theme" gradually brewed out in the manner of a new thing.

From the flute and piano duet, to the woodwind trio, and then to the string quartet, after sufficient transformation and discussion, the intensity of the music gradually increased, ushering in the highlight moment of the full band performance.

The strings are not neat, the treble is not very accurate, and the brass keeps bubbling.

But the spirit is pretty good.

It can barely be described as "radiant praise resounding across the river"

After the stormy fierce struggle, the gentle intoxicating Andante, and the sonorous and passionate military march, the "inquiry motive" mixed with the mood of seeking and hesitation reappeared, and the piano struck hard with diminished seventh chords, a group from low to

The high-pitched and rapid arpeggios bring an infinitely dynamic C major background sound flow.

"Pleasant and cute!" "Pleasant and cute!"

The melodious singing voice of the woman floated out, and the man responded with a deep response.

“The harmonies of our lives sound pleasant and lovely;

Once the beauty is restored, the flowers bloom forever!

Peace and joy fly side by side, like the ebb and flow of waves;

Everything that was cruel and hostile turned into sublime joy!”

"It's really a chorus, and there are really many people singing." Under the sniper lens, a few people in tattered clothes were vaguely seen entering the stage from the side.

"Sounds good." The pilot on the reconnaissance plane followed the patrol regulations. After approaching 180 meters from the river bank, he twisted the steering column and changed the flight path to a parallel line. After flying at low altitude for a few kilometers, he turned back again.

"We had a lot of fun today. There were piano players, singers, and a band too."

At dozens of other places on the river embankment, soldiers squatting under the barbed wire simply rested their heads on thick wooden poles.

This is the case for idle soldiers, and those who take turns standing guard or patrolling, although their body movements are not slack, all their attention is focused on the dim light source on the other side.

Further inside, in the civilian living area, the movements of the workers' hands also slowed down.

Everyone is accustomed to it.

It's been more than a week.

In the "enemy-occupied area" on the other side of the river, the concert hall took four days to build based on the church, and then performed for four more days.

Each performance starts at 6pm, and the performance is not long, with 1-3 songs and ends in about half an hour.

At first, this incident greatly aroused everyone's sensitive nerves, and was reported from the investigators to the highest level.

Because an airship floated across the river that day, and dozens of official insiders walked out of it. Later, it was discovered that there were at least three high-ranking ones and at least two enlightened ones.

Even if there is a regulation that "no interference in secular wars" exists, this group of people pressed forward in front of the battle, and no one dared to take a breath.

I didn't dare to take the initiative to ask, so I could only watch what they were doing from a distance all day long.

Build a bunker? Or dig underground fortifications?

Later, I gradually discovered that it seemed that the building was a concert hall.

Lydia's military leaders also consulted people from the Lingyin Discipline Society. The priests said that although they did not know what the other side was doing, it did not look like they were "doing harm to others." The only mysterious factor was that there was a

Altar that can expand the sound field

After receiving a peaceful answer to this question, worries followed one after another.

Could it be that he was taking the opportunity to preach and persuade people to surrender, or trying to use some content to disturb the morale of the troops?

The Apel region is a mixed area, with Janus and Lydians accounting for 50% and 30% of the population, as well as nearly ten other ethnic groups. In the past, regarding the missionary issues in this area, two members of the same discussion group were
To be continued...