"The melody is not important, the most important thing on the battlefield is the rhythm." Cohen said naturally without thinking, "You make appropriate adjustments to the rhythm of each movement, and then play flexibly according to the battlefield situation!"

"Adjust the tempo?" Jiadnan's mouth opened wide and he didn't close it for a long time. For him who has been playing ten movements all his life, changing the tempo is equivalent to rebellion.

"Yes, I've listened to all ten movements, I think there's no problem with that!"

"How is this possible?" Jiadenan came back to his senses and asked, "If the rhythm changes, will it still be ten movements?"

"Jardenan, I don't want to hurt you." Cohen smiled faintly, "But in fact, the music that touches the soul the most... has no fixed rhythm. There are no two people in this world who are exactly the same, and no two are exactly the same.

Soul, do you still think that your ten movements can cure all diseases?"

Jiadnan was speechless. He was very old and could be said to have played music all his life. What has been passed down since ancient times has already been deeply ingrained. He did not agree with Cohen's point of view, but what can be done now? The lives of refugees in the war are

There is no guarantee. For the one thousand hopeful escape spots in the tribe, just... just bet on this one time!

"Okay." After a moment of silence, Jiadenan said with great difficulty, "These are no longer relevant. What kind of rhythm do you need?"

Cohen didn't say anything. He just grabbed Jiadnan's hand and put it on his left chest.

Carlos and his people were busy among the refugees. If it were not for the disciples of Jiadnan, he might have to kill all the refugees to take away the drums and horns that are regarded as sacred objects. But even so, those guys are still there

It was still very verbose when handing over the instrument.

"We just want musical instruments, not your life." Carlos complained to a small tribe leader, "What's the big deal!"

"This big drum has a history of hundreds of years! If it hadn't been for Jiadenan's decision, we would never have given it to you!" the tribal leader yelled, and only God knew his voice was so loud, "Be careful! Be careful!

Don’t lift it like that!”

After hearing what this guy said, Carlos was both angry and funny. If he hadn't seen that he wouldn't be rude, how could this scoundrel dare to say "I won't give him death"?

It took Carlos two full hours to collect the instruments and musicians. When he returned to Cohen's tent to return to life, he saw a very strange scene - Cohen and Gardenan were sitting face to face with their eyes closed.

There is an open scroll on the small wooden table between them.

After a while, Jiadnan opened his eyes and raised his right hand. Carlos saw that he was holding a thin wooden stick in his hand.

"Pah-pah-pah, pah-pah pah." Jiadnan tapped the wooden stick on the table for a while, and then asked Cohen, "Is that so?"

His voice was very soft, and his tone and expression were as good as an apprentice.

Cohen also opened his eyes. He shook his head slightly, then hit the wooden table a few times with the wooden stick in his hand, "That should be it."

Gardenan continued to tap until Cohen nodded, and Carlos, who was looking at all this in confusion, felt that he could no longer turn his head fast enough.

"Write it down." Jiadnan ordered the disciples behind him, then turned to Cohen and said, "It's time for the next movement."

"Carlos." Cohen turned around and asked, "Are you ready for what I want?"

Carlos stood at attention and said, "Yes, sir, I'm ready."

"I have a picture here with the locations for placing these instruments. You go and place the instruments." Cohen handed over a piece of paper and said, "Then come back quickly. I have something else to discuss with you."

"Yes, sir."

Carlos turned around and walked out of the tent and began to direct the soldiers to carry the instruments to the location designated on the map.

"Sir." A second lieutenant officer asked Carlos in confusion, "What does Chief Cohen mean by doing this?"

"This is... Chief Cohen's idea to defeat the enemy tomorrow." Carlos said with a smile, "It's a very effective method. Let's just do it!"

"Yes, sir!" The second lieutenant left happily, saying as he left, "Chief Cohen is really amazing."

Hearing the second lieutenant's words, a wry smile flashed across Carlos' face.

"Is it really irreversible?" Looking up at the night sky, Carlos's heart was churning, and an emotion of sadness and regret emerged uncontrollably, "Even Chief Cohen, who has been trying to avoid failure...

We are all preparing for those who will break out tomorrow."

If it were someone else, he might still stubbornly believe that Cohen could save the situation under such circumstances, but Carlos was different. He was Cohen's general staff officer, and he knew everything about the enemy and ourselves best.

Although the demon coalition lost many soldiers in the siege battles in the past few days, their backup has been arriving in a steady stream.

Just earlier this evening, another legion from the enemy army rushed over. The troops that arrived later did not set up camps. Tens of thousands of soldiers were sitting on the ground... It seems that the enemy army is preparing to fight to the death tomorrow.

The current truce is just to allow the soldiers to accumulate strength for tomorrow's battle. During this afternoon's battle, Carlos knew that their large siege equipment had already taken shape.

And what about our own troops! Not only are the soldiers exhausted and the supplies exhausted, but the city wall in front of them, which has always been regarded as a life barrier, is about to collapse. The enemy will dispatch as many as 300,000 troops tomorrow. Let’s count.

On my side, with good arms and legs, I could stand up without shaking and support 40,000 people to death. Apart from letting some people break out, there was really no other way.

But it seems to be a bit more difficult to break through in this situation - Cohen must have felt this before using these instruments!

"However." Carlos looked at the busy soldiers in the distance and said to himself, "This arrangement is indeed a bit of a joke. I hope the enemy commander will be in an idiot state tomorrow!"

When Carlos returned to Cohen's tent again, the two lunatics had finished banging their sticks - no doubt, Carlos decided to call them that when he first saw that situation. Although this is not very respectful to Cohen.

, but everyone’s hope of survival tomorrow is very small, and there are not many opportunities to even call Cohen this way, not to mention that this is always the method Carlos uses to relieve stress.

In the subsequent pre-war meeting, Carlos even called Cohen crazy in his heart because Cohen announced the next day's tactics to everyone.

"Abandon the city wall!" Cohen put on his signature smile on his face, "I have decided."

In fact, all the senior officers already knew the news first, and Carlos, who missed the news because he missed something, almost fainted, while other officers had various reactions...

It took a long time for the tent to become quiet again.

"Sir..." Seeing that no one else spoke, Carlos, who was older than everyone else, was helplessly performing his duties. He asked Cohen, "Is this good for us?"

"Of course it's beneficial." As if satisfied with his reaction, Cohen nodded slightly, "According to the intelligence from the reconnaissance team tonight, the enemy has completed the manufacturing of siege equipment, and their catapults have also been installed.

, and made adjustments during this afternoon's battle. If we still defend the city wall tomorrow, we will suffer many unnecessary casualties under the attack of a large number of enemy long-range catapults."

"Then sir, your complete plan is..."

"We abandoned the city wall and entered a position built on streets." Cohen pointed at the map and said, "And the enemy, what plans do their commanders have for tomorrow?"

"First, he won't know that we abandoned the city wall, so he will still use the old routine in the arrangement of the attack. Once so many troops are arranged, there is no chance to start over again. In other words, even after discovering the formation

They can't make adjustments when things are wrong, and when the enemy is helpless on the wall, we can take action."

"Second, if we abandon the city wall, their catapults and siege equipment will be useless. And our main force must firmly hold the enemy in this position!" Cohen slapped his hand heavily on the map.

, "Then, I prepared two counterattack troops. They will launch a counterattack when the enemy's morale declines after being unable to attack for a long time!"

"In tomorrow's operation, the most important thing is to grasp the timing! Everyone must act decisively after getting my signal! Anyone who violates the order...will be severely punished!" Cohen's eyes became solemn, and he looked at several people one by one.

He glanced at the closest people, and all of them lowered their heads after meeting his gaze. Carlos saw this and understood that these people already knew that he would be in the "counterattack force" tomorrow.

In what Cohen continued to say, there were not many tactical arrangements. The most important thing was almost religious hypnosis... Although this is something Cohen has always been disgusted with, it was very inflammatory when it came out of his mouth.

And natural.

Listening to someone's long speech, Carlos knew that Cohen would not lead the troops to break out in tomorrow's battle. If the troops were encouraged in this way, then the general would need to be the mainstay to support the situation. If the general made a slight mistake, the entire army would be destroyed.

The army will also be destroyed.

How could Cohen not know this in his heart? But this is 300,000 vs. 40,000. No matter what the final battle situation is, most of the people here will die. Rather than letting them close their eyes in despair, it is better to let them carry the

If you wish to die, maybe the pain at that time will be alleviated a lot.

"Okay, so do you understand your respective tasks?" Cohen finally ended the hypnosis for others and himself, "If there is no problem, go back and prepare."

As the officers exited the tent, Cohen stopped Carlos and asked Carlos to take a walk with him.

"What's wrong Carlos? It seems that you are not in a high mood."

"It's nothing, sir, I'm just a little tired." Carlos' mind flashed, and he didn't expect that he was also on Cohen's retreat list. The trace of melancholy that he had just felt in his heart had disappeared. It wasn't because he didn't have a chance to escape.

Not unhappy, but because the officers who joined the counterattack force were the best in the legion.

"You were never like this before." Cohen said as he walked away, "Do you have any other ideas about tomorrow's battle?"

"I have no other opinion, sir."

"Well, you can stay in the counterattack force tomorrow!" Cohen said, "I have enough people around me."

"Sir, I am your staff officer." Carlos paused for a moment, then said in a positive tone, "Even if I can't help you, it is my duty to stay by your side."

"Why are you so stubborn? You must know that there is a place for you in the counterattack force."

"I refuse to accept your dispatch." Carlos still insisted on staying, "As an assistant assigned to you by the Emperor of the Sbia Empire, I have the right to do so, and I will not join the counterattack force until my death.

"

"Fuck!" Cohen's foul language came again, "Both of them fucking do this!"

"Sir." Carlos showed a victorious smile on his face, "To be honest, there are some subtle differences between me and others... From now on, I will follow you every step of the way."

"If you don't want to go, just don't go. Since it's your own choice." Cohen glanced at him in frustration, then raised his voice and cursed, "Don't fucking smile at me, this is not something to be happy about!

"

There was a noise in the distance. It was Jiadenan who was temporarily training his musicians. It seemed that this guy was also doing his best for tomorrow's battle.

"Carlos..." Cohen hesitated and asked the people around him in a low voice, "I have been thinking that it should be my fault for not retreating when the battle started to become dangerous."

"Sir, I can't blame you. You've done a good job." Carlos replied carefully. With the war imminent, it was better not to irritate his commander - although this was indeed Cohen's fault.

"That's not the case." Cohen shook his head and said, "My speculations about the battle situation have always only stayed at the tactical level. Strategically, I did a very bad job. I wholeheartedly wanted to fight against Gironde, and I only thought about winning back.

For my own sake, I should have retreated when Gironde appeared."

"Sir, there is nothing we can do about it. The military will not let us retreat. Moreover, the demon coalition is well prepared. There is a tight encirclement around us. No matter which direction we retreat from, they will have a way to surround us." Carlos said lowly.
To be continued...