"Speak softly...you will be in front of him tomorrow, be careful of being shot to death by a cold arrow."

"Hehe...he won't do this. It's you I'm worried about."

"To each other, if you have the guts, just come..."

As for the Lieutenant General, he was writing a letter to Marshal Verlaine at this time. He was worried that he would not be able to make it in time, so in this letter, he advanced the victory that would only be achieved tomorrow. After writing the wax seal, he

The letter was given to one of his most trusted personal guards.

"Use your fastest speed," the lieutenant general said, "and send it to the coalition military headquarters."

Watching the personal guards go out, the lieutenant general sighed, and then summoned the highest-ranking priest in the camp.

"Sir, because of the meeting, I missed the time to pray." The lieutenant general said devoutly, "I want to confess, please preside over it for me."

"Okay." The Lieutenant General of the Sacrificial Gang adjusted his clothes, "Actually, you don't have to feel guilty. If you delayed praying for the war, the Dark Lord will forgive you. I don't think you need to insist on confessing."

"No, I am the leader of an army and I must lead by example."

"Okay then." The priest could no longer stop him and nodded to indicate that the lieutenant general could start.

"May all creatures in heaven and earth fear you, and may the inhabitants of the world trust you, King of Darkness.

Your voice resounds across the water, and the thunder shows your majesty.

You come from high heaven to watch the descendants under your authority; from your majestic throne, you inspect the people of the earth; since you created the hearts of all people, of course you know all my words and deeds. My mouth is full of hypocrisy and deceit, and I have already lost my wisdom.

Abandoned by fear, I deceived myself: no one discovered my sin, no one punished me.

Your righteousness is like the sky-high mountains, and your justice is like the bottomless abyss. I groan in the abyss of sin and seek refuge under your protection.

You are kind to me and I stand on a solid hill; but as soon as you hide your face, I immediately feel overwhelmed and frightened. Please save me from the snare of sin, because you are the only one who is my refuge. Even though I am afraid

Zhong Zeng said: "I have been driven away from you."

But when I called to you, you immediately responded to my cry and my cry.”

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, your confession is over, but as a sign of atonement, you will go to the Demon Palace to be whipped after the war. Do you accept all this?"

"I accept." The lieutenant general nodded.

The priest said softly, "Are you ready? We will pray next."

Under the auspices of the priest, the lieutenant general prayed sincerely for the next day's battle: "Lord of darkness, we have seen with our own eyes the great deeds done by your hands.

You cultivated us and drove away the foreigners with your own hands. You developed us and punished the foreigners with your own hands.

We captured the enemy camp, not by our own swords, we won the victory, not by our own arms; you love to serve your people, and by your power and your glorious appearance, we defeated us

Your adversaries, because of your name we have trampled on the unclean.

We have never relied on our bows. It was not our swords that saved us. It was you who saved us from our enemies. It was you who brought shame to those who hated us.

We are always proud of the monarch we serve and will sing praises to your name forever and ever.

We praise you because you saved us.

When the enemy comes to attack us, he falls down and dies.

Although a large army attacks us, our hearts do not tremble.

Let us lift our heads high and despise the great enemies around me; we will offer sacrifices of joy in his tabernacle, O Lord of Darkness, our Lord, and we will sing your praises on the altars of our enemies."

Cohen stood in his command position, with his eyes half closed and tapping the fence beside him with his fingers. He was calculating where the people who had sneaked out of the city were now.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and said to a messenger next to him, "Go ahead."

The messenger replied in a low voice, ran to Jiadnan as quickly as possible, and said breathlessly to Jiadnan, "Sir's order - start!"

After hearing the order, Jiadenan, who had also closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. He had already put on the most solemn clothes, and even his hair was meticulously arranged. His eyes were shining with splendor, and his whole person was like

He is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.

Striding to his big drum, Jiadenan took out the drum with great skill, and then there was a long silence, while the other musicians on standby could only look at him.

In the command post in the distance, Cohen's lips curled up slightly, "What a stubborn old man. Do you value traditional things so much?"

In the thick fog, Jiadenan took a deep breath, and the pair of drum hammers in his hands slowly slid over the edge of the drum. The slight friction sound was so clear in the quiet, pre-dawn fog.

The hand raised on his chest finally knocked down.

"Boom!" A heavy drum sound spread throughout Tucheng. Although the drum sound was not very clear, there were still countless refugees in their sleep... Their bodies shook violently with the sound.

The sound waves continued to expand, and they arrived in front of the demon alliance formation in an instant.

A Demon Alliance Slave Legion serving as the vanguard had already entered the position, and the soldiers were sleeping in the field. After the sound of drums came, the soldiers were awakened by the unusual sound, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and they were trying to distinguish the drums.

Where does the sound come from and what is the rhythm? This reaction is no different from the refugees... They are refugees in the first place.

Gradually, the sound of the drums became clearer, and the people who woke up looked at each other, and uttered faint exclamations as if they were dreaming. Some people slapped themselves, and some pinched their thighs to make sure they were not dreaming...

...Looking at the partners around him with confused eyes, they all wondered if there was something wrong with their ears - the war was imminent, and at this time, someone actually dared to play the drums!

The so-called drumming means that the lead drum plays the prelude of the entire movement after three drum sounds.

The musicians near Jiadenan could clearly see that two drops of tears clearly fell from Jiadenan's eyes. His lips trembled, and he clenched his teeth and hit the drum again... as if he was very unwilling to do so.

Same, no one knows the specific reason.

The sound of the drum this time dispelled everyone's suspicion. Someone was indeed playing the drum! Under the conditioned reflex, countless people stood up with their mouths open.

The third drum beat came quite quickly, as if Jiadnan had abandoned everything and devoted himself to destroying tradition, and he soon played the entire prelude to "Morning Rise".

"Boom--boom-boom-boom! Boom-boom--boom!"

As soon as the drum leader finished, the group of drums followed up, and a hundred large drums sounded at the same time. The huge drum sound neatly and resolutely shocked everyone inside and outside Tucheng. The divine coalition army was fine, but the demon coalition army immediately started.

It’s a mess!

The soldiers of the slave legion had already heard that this was the "Morning Rise" in the ten movements. They knew that the drum sound was to notify the tribesmen to pack up and prepare to set off. The soldiers all stood up and moved their bodies in panic, because they

My heart began to beat to the beat of the drums, and my blood began to surge along with the melody... completely involuntarily.

Under the influence of memories, everyone is faced with confusion and pain. Although no one knows what happened in Tucheng, countless people are asking themselves the same question...

"They are my people! They are my people! They are leaving... What should I do? What should I do!"

The officers of the slave army did not know the meaning of the drums. They only knew that the slaves must obey as soon as possible! The officers shouted loudly in the queue, and the whips in their hands fell like raindrops on the heads of the soldiers, trying to

Let the soldiers sit down! Soon after, the supervising team came on horseback to join the procession.

In the demon alliance camp, the soldiers of the main battle legion were hurriedly lining up. These sleepy-eyed guys kept complaining in their hearts. Originally, they had enough time to rest and eat, but now all this

All wasted.

"What happened!" The commander-in-chief of the Demon Alliance jumped up from the bed, jumped out of the tent barefoot, grabbed his guard and asked, because he was nervous, he said a very ordinary question.

It was in a messy state, and the elegance of the past was gone. The string in the lieutenant general's head had been tightly stretched for many days. At this time, any change in the battle situation would cause the string to break.

Lose!

The pale-faced Konoe answered him, "Sir...that's the sound of a drum!"

"Idiots know it's a drum sound! I'm asking what's going on!" The lieutenant general's eyes burst out with fire, and he swung out his right hand fiercely, sending the tall guard spinning in circles with a slap.

"What! Do you want to counterattack?" The lieutenant general stared hard in the direction of Tucheng, fear, surprise, and angry fire tangled in his eyes, "Koen Keda... Come on, you

Bastard!"

"Herald!"

"arrive!"

"Order the front team to be on alert! The magician will release lighting magic in front of the formation for me. Release it continuously. You must clearly know the scale and specific direction of the enemy's attack!"

"yes!"

"Order all members of the 28th Army to be on alert! Prepare to counterattack after the front group withstands the enemy's attack!"

"yes!"

"The supervisory teams of the front and rear slave legions will arrive at their posts immediately! Don't let up!"

"yes!"

When the lieutenant general issued this series of orders, the commanders of the three main battle legions had already hurried over.

"Your Excellency! Is the enemy going to attack?" the commander of the 27th Army asked eagerly.

"It's not clear yet," the lieutenant general replied. "It's possible that the enemy wants to feign an attack, or they want to destroy our siege equipment!"

"Your Excellency! Let me go and watch from the front!" said the commander of the 28th Army Corps. "Don't worry, as long as I am here, the enemy will not succeed!"

"Okay! I will send catapults to support you!" The lieutenant general nodded, and the commander of the 28th Army immediately mounted his horse and left.

"That's the bad thing about this fog!" Major General Longlia said angrily, "It really comes at the wrong time! Your Excellency, lighting magic doesn't have much effect in the fog. You have to use fire and wind magic to disperse the fog!"

"I know this, but the battle hasn't started yet, and the magician's magic power is limited after all!"

"Your Excellency! We have strong troops!" the commander of the 27th Army continued. "The most urgent issue at the moment is to protect our siege equipment. Otherwise, our attack will be affected, and it will be very difficult to break through the Tucheng tomorrow!"

The lieutenant general's brain was running rapidly. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate, and there was also an order from the military department oppressing him... Finally, he made a decision and let the magician use all necessary means to disperse the big monster in front of him.

fog.
To be continued...