National uniform Li Bai crossed

Being recognized as a hero by the system, even if his level is only level 6, is worthy of Han Qing's careful treatment.

The heroes here are not like the kings, who can give you a strategy before fighting.

Everything needs to be explored by Han Qing himself, and the opponent is still a general with thousands of troops, one can imagine how dangerous this person is.

Especially when Han Qing himself was only level eight.

"They're camping there, I'm afraid they're gathering their troops." Zhao Zhichen was a little worried. Years of experience gave him a bad premonition.

"The barbarians are short of clothes and food, otherwise they wouldn't come to us every year to play the autumn wind. Although they are better now, they can't last for a few days."

"So we just need to last a few days, right?"

Han Qing couldn't help interrupting him, and felt that the difficulty was reduced instantly after hearing what the military division said.

"It will be fine after ten days, they will definitely be powerless." Zhao Zhichen looked at the sand pile, the sky outside the Great Wall was full of yellow sand, and the only barrier was their city wall.

I'm afraid, they won't be able to hold on.

That night, there was a burst of singing from the camp on the opposite side. It was a unique kind of ballad full of exotic flavor, with the rough and heroic unique outside the Great Wall.

Han Qing was lying on the bed studying the game, when he heard these songs, his heart moved.

He hasn't tried the skin of the hero in Glory of Kings yet.

As a game enthusiast, he naturally equipped almost all heroes with classic skins.When it comes to music in the game, the most iconic hero is naturally Gao Jianli.

But where is he going to find a guitar now...

In this desolate frontier, mostly only men have the leisure to play some musical instruments, and there are only two kinds of musical instruments that are the most common.

One is the flute and the other is the xun.

But in the glory of the king, there is such a skin that uses the flute.

After thinking about it, Han Qing put on his coat and went to find his adjutant.

It would be a fool not to exploit the labor force.

"Jiying, are you there?"

"General!" Ji Ying answered quickly, and Han Qing heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he was here.

Lest he still have to look for someone everywhere.

But at random he realized something was wrong, Jiying's voice had obviously changed.

To put it bluntly, it is soft, with a hint of crying, as if it has just been wet from the water.

Don't really cry, do you?

The eyes of the person in front of him were a little red, and Han Qing looked suspiciously a few more times. He really couldn't imagine that such a big man would hide in the tent and cry secretly.

"Is there something sad about you?"

"I..." Ji Ying's face flushed suddenly. It's okay to do this kind of thing in secret, and it's a bit embarrassing to be mentioned in the open.

"I heard the singing on the other side, and I felt a little homesick."

"Why is such a cheerful singing voice homesick?" Han Qing muttered.The voice was very small, at least not for Ji Ying in front of him to hear clearly.

But he knew that these soldiers were different from him. He couldn't understand their thoughts, nor could he laugh at them. The only thing he could give was admiration.

Although now he is also forced to become one of them.

In fact, when I woke up in the middle of the night, it wasn't that I didn't think about going home, nor did I miss modern society.

It's just that Han Qing faced a very cruel problem when he first arrived, how to survive.

In the face of survival, everything else can be put down.

As for the modern family... let's talk about it later.He can wear it for no reason, and maybe one day he will wear it back for no reason.

Perhaps, this was just a dream of his, but he didn't realize it?

"Do you have a flute?"

"The general wants a flute?" Ji Ying was taken aback, "I don't have that. But Uncle Chen in the city is proficient in these crafts. I'll go ask him."

"Well, if you don't have one, you don't have to force it."

After explaining the matter, Han Qing turned around and went back to the tent in a unique manner.We are a dandy, a happy little dandy~

Research on heroes is very limited.

Han Qing didn't dare to touch a mage hero like Zhuge Liang who was planning a strategy and winning a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

One is to waste precious time, and the other is to be afraid of being malicious from IQ.

So he directly started to study his favorite Li Bai.

There is a poem by Li Bai, "To kill a person in ten steps, you will not stay for a thousand miles."

Han Qing calculated based on the experience of the past few days. He is now at level eight and can quickly travel between the battlefield and the city wall with his skills, but it is impossible to reach the level of never leaving a thousand miles.

In other words, once he started fighting in person, returning to the city halfway through the fight was basically a luxury.

What's more, he hasn't figured out how to use his return to the city.

At this time, how to save one's own life and kill the leader of the opponent is a job that tests IQ.

Han Qing, who doesn't like to use his brain by nature, put these things aside in a big way. No matter how much he thinks now, he will have to watch the scene tomorrow before he can speak.

It's better to take the flute brought by Ji Xiaoying to study the skills and destroy the good mood of the enemy.

By the way, comfort these poor defenders.

As if influenced by his strong will, even though he was not holding a staff, Han Qing still felt a chill running through his body, and when he looked again, the skills in front of him had changed.

First-class Wang Zhaojun.

And Han Qing had an intuition that he was matched with Phoenix Yufei's skin.

I went to the bronze mirror and saw that the person in front of me looked handsome, and his facial features had not changed, but the feeling was completely different.

He used to be foolish, but now he seems to have a trace of illusory immortality.

It's a pity that a hairless Phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken. If he has the leisure to see what he looks like, he might as well spend time studying how to survive.

With the flute lying beside his mouth, Han Qing blew it tentatively. He was surprisingly proficient in how to place his hands and how to maintain his breath.

"When the phoenix sings, it is on the high hill; when the phoenix tree is born, it is on the rising sun." [Note]

What spread out from the edge of the flute was lingering lovesickness. One high-pitched, one low-pitched, evoked the melancholy of countless soldiers.

Under the dim light, the corners of someone's eyes were secretly filled with crystal tears.

Light a green lantern to dream, soak a grain of lovesickness into the bone.

The singing outside the city wall gradually disappeared, and the howling of the cold wind could be clearly heard outside the vast Great Wall.

Han Qing slowly put the flute down from his mouth, listening to his heartbeat with complicated emotions.

The moment he blew the flute, he couldn't control himself.He didn't even think of controlling himself at all.

There was ice in the room at some point, and Han Qing staggered to the bedside, giving his body to instinct.

The power of the skin seems a bit scary...

The author has something to say: Note: From "The Book of Songs Daya"