"Dong dong dong dong!!!"
The drumming below became more and more urgent, indicating that the enemy was about to attack. At this moment, the bandits below also started to shout loudly.
"Cowards of Zhao, come out and die!"
"I heard that there's a beautiful princess of Zhao among them. Let's all have a taste of this princess after we conquer the camp!"
"Oh oh oh!!!"
Listening to the dirty words of the mounted gangsters below, the soldiers of Zhao on the top were all livid and cursed. Ji Yanran frowned slightly, then she stretched out her hand and took a bow from the soldier next to her. She then nocked an arrow and shot it at the most excited gangster below. The mounted gangster screamed and fell to the ground. Those mounted bandits were also startled, and their auras immediately retracted a lot.
On the contrary, the soldiers on the mountain cheered, and the momentum of both sides changed. But soon, the drumming below sounded again, and this time, the mounted gangsters immediately moved out and began to clear the obstacles while advancing towards the camp above.
At this moment, Fangzheng also stretched out his fingers, gently stroked the strings of the guqin, and then began to play.
"… … …"
"Huh?"
Hearing the music flowing from Fangzheng's guqin, Ji Yanran looked at him in surprise. This was not only because she had never heard the music played by Fangzheng before, and the melody was strange, but also because … this should not be the sound of a guqin!
In Ji Yanran's memory, the sound of a guqin should be melodious and lingering. However, what Fangzheng played was something he had never heard before. It was a very clear and deep music. Not only that, although the music was not as loud as the drumming at the foot of the mountain, it was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears.
It was a euphemistic, sad, and tender feeling, which seemed to be somewhat incompatible with the battle that was about to begin. But Ji Yanran seemed to clearly feel that it was because of this intense contrast that the feeling of the music became clearer.
It was as if he was mourning for those who were about to die.
The cold moonlight shone down from the dark night sky, dyeing the whole grassland silver. But listening to the strange music in front of her, Ji Yanran could not help but shiver. It was as if the hot battlefield had turned into a graveyard full of death.
Gradually, the drumming stopped as well. Not only did Ji Yanran have this feeling, but even the Zhao envoys at the mountaintop camp and the horse thieves who were besieging them all had a strange and strange feeling. It was as if some unforeseen and unimaginable existence was gradually approaching … and this would be their last … moment.
As he listened to the music, Fangzheng revealed a smile. Although he knew a little about music, Fangzheng really didn't know how to use guqin and zither. But of course, this was not a problem for Fangzheng. In fact, although he was playing a guqin on the surface, strictly speaking, it was not a guqin.
In fact, Fangzheng had injected all the strength in his body into the zither strings. Then, he adjusted the vibrations of the zither strings to change the tone. Instead of calling it a zither, it was better to call it an electronic zither that could change the tone at will. It was just that its energy source was not electricity, but internal force.
As for Fangzheng, he was able to easily play the music he was familiar with by controlling the vibrations of the zither's strings to change the timbre. It was not a problem for him to play violin, cello, piano, and even symphony. In fact, what Fangzheng was playing now was Beethoven's famous Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor – Moonlight.
It was precisely because of his ingenious use of strength that the guqin could produce a sound similar to that of a piano.
Finally, the first measure slowly stopped. For a moment, the whole battlefield was silent, as if waiting for something. At the same time, the horse bandits at the foot of the mountain felt a chill in their hearts. They didn't know why, but they felt as if they were facing imminent disaster …
"Kill!!"
The leader of the horse bandits roared. He raised his weapon and rushed forward as if to dispel the fear in his heart. The others also roared and rushed toward the camp.
At the same time, the sound of the guqin rang out again.
But unlike before, the tune this time was light and cheerful, like birds dancing in the forest.
However, under this cheerful tune, the mountain bandits who had rushed up the hill suddenly fell to the ground. Their eyes were wide open, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. Their bodies twitched a few times, and then there was no more sound. They had become corpses.
The soldiers with wooden shields and crossbows were the same. They shouted and advanced forward, then fell to the ground amidst the music, never to get up again. In just a few short breaths, a large number of the horse bandits attacking the city below had died. At this time, the horse bandits seemed to have finally noticed that something was wrong.
"It's the demonic tune!!"
"Oh no, let's go, let's get out of here!!"
The other horse bandits also noticed that something was wrong. They screamed and tried to leave, but unfortunately, it was too late.
The cheerful tune suddenly changed into a fierce, powerful melody that was like a storm. This was the third movement of the Moonlight Sonata!!
The fierce music enveloped the entire grassland like invisible arrows. The horse bandits who turned and tried to escape fell to the ground one after another under the moonlight. Many horse bandits who had already mounted their horses and turned to escape were thrown off the horses in the next moment. They fell head first into the grass, never to make a sound again.
One piece, another piece, and another piece.
There were no screams, no struggles, no moans. The horse bandits were like straws and trees, silently falling to the ground. This strange scene made the scalps of the soldiers on the hill go numb. They even saw a few horse bandits ruthlessly piercing their own ears with daggers, but in the end, they still couldn't escape.
The music rose again, then fell heavily, turning into three loud sounds, and then — disappeared without a trace.
"Whoosh …"
The wind blew across the grassland, causing the grass to sway with the wind. However, at this moment, on the grassland, there was no more fighting. The wooden stakes used to attack the city were still there, and the war horses were still on the grassland. However, the people who were supposed to use them had fallen to the ground, never to get up again.
"That's all."
Upon seeing this scene, Fangzheng chuckled. Then, he extended his hand and gently patted it. Following that, the zither suddenly leaped up and returned to the zither case. Then, Fangzheng stood up and nodded to Xiang Shaolong.
"Soldier Xiang, I have fulfilled my promise."
"Ah, thank you, Master Fang."
Compared to others, Xiang Shaolong was a transmigrator after all, so he reacted quickly. After all, there were weapons of mass destruction in the modern world, such as poison gas bombs. Although Fangzheng's method of dealing with these ten thousand people was unimaginable, in terms of 'killing ten thousand people', Xiang Shaolong could at least accept it.
He just had to think of the person in front of him as a walking human nuclear bomb.
However, it was different for others. In this day and age, if one could fight against ten people, one could be considered a hero, and if one could fight against a hundred people, one could be considered a hero. Fangzheng's action of killing ten thousand horse bandits was simply an unimaginable myth. So much so that at this moment, the soldiers looked at Fangzheng as if they were looking at a monster. Wherever Fangzheng walked, the people would unconsciously make way for him.
Seeing the extremely strange atmosphere, Xiang Shaolong felt awkward and hurriedly coughed.
"Men, prepare to clean up the battlefield immediately, and find out the identity of those people!"
"Yes!!"
Hearing Xiang Shaolong's order, the soldiers came back to their senses and hurriedly went down the mountain to check on the situation on the grassland. As for Fangzheng, he just stood at the side and watched happily, not saying a word.
At this time, Ji Yanran also walked over and looked at Fangzheng in surprise.
"Although I have heard that Young Master Fang used the sound of the zither to repel the enemy, but Yanran always thought that it was just an exaggeration. Now that I see it, it is really hard to imagine. If I did not see it with my own eyes, who would believe that Young Master Fang could instantly destroy an army of ten thousand? Yanran is afraid that even if I tell others, no one will believe me. "
Looking at the grassland under the moonlight, Ji Yanran could not help but feel emotional. Now that she looked at it under the moonlight, the whole grassland looked abnormally quiet, as beautiful as a dream. But when she thought of how many horse bandits had fallen in the grass, Ji Yanran could not help but feel a chill in her heart. She was not the kind of saint who could not bear to see a massacre, but when she thought of how these horse bandits were flaunting their prowess just a moment ago, she could not help but sigh.
"Master Ji does not seem to be very afraid of me?"
Fangzheng looked at Ji Yanran curiously, and found that she did not seem to be afraid of him at all. Generally speaking, the people of this era were more ignorant and superstitious. Seeing Fangzheng's actions, they would basically feel uneasy. But Ji Yanran did not seem to have such thoughts. Other than her mouth being a little surprised at the beginning, she looked very calm.
"Isn't Master Ji worried that I am some kind of demon or ghost that came out to kill people?"
"Yanran has seen many unusual actions of Young Master Fang, so what if there is one more?"
Ji Yanran shook her head.
"Yanran originally wanted to be worried, but seeing that Young Master Fang is so free and easy, I am sure you will not take this matter to heart. If Yanran spoke rashly, wouldn't it be rude? "
"What you said seems to make sense."
Faced with Ji Yanran's answer, Fangzheng had nothing to say. He had forgotten that Ji Yanran had been to Xiao Yao Palace, and the things there were beyond common sense to outsiders. After Ji Yanran's tour, her ability to accept things had also increased. At this moment, even if Fangzheng could fly, she would not be surprised, let alone kill enemies with his music.
"But the music that Young Master Fang played is something that I have never heard before. It obviously sounds leisurely and elegant, but it has a hidden sense of melancholy and sadness. And the melody at the end is cheerful but does not lose its meaning. May I ask who played it?"
"Hmm … this is a long story …"
Fangzheng thought for a moment and slowly said.
After all, at this time, Beethoven … probably not even his grandfather was born yet.
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