My Cultivation Starting from Archery Chapter 319 - 159: Conquering Deng Feng, Stabilizing Lai Sta

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In the rustling of movent, tens of thousands of n awoke one after another.

"No leisure has the king for idle dealing, his sorrow-laden soul will find no healing. Though I wish to follow, I can march not thither—"

The singing was not loud.

But it penetrated in all directions, enveloping the entire Zhao Tong Prefecture City, hesitant and indistinct, reverberating in the minds of every citizen and soldier, its lingering lody sinking deep into their hearts.

This song was known as "Caiwei," which happened to be a tune widely popular within Qing Country. Moreover, its content perfectly expressed the hosickness of soldiers heading to war, matching perfectly with the current scene and emotion, as if it were made by heaven and earth.

Added to that was the powerful emotional resonance of the lyrics, sung in the pure local dialect of Qing Country’s mountains, which gradually led the city’s inhabitants to hum along, unable to help themselves.

"Once I travelled away, willow trees were swaying. Now I return in thought, amidst the rain and snowflakes flurrying!"

The song grew louder and louder, until at last tens of thousands joined in chorus, their voices piercing the night sky, echoing through the entire Zhao Tong Prefecture City.

Beneath the city walls, inside the tents.

Deng Feng, who had been resting with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, his expression more serious than ever before.

"This is bad!"

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Outside the city.

Sheng Army camp.

"What’s that noise?!"

Sha Wenlong, who had been waiting for daybreak to demand justice, was napping inside his large tent when he was startled awake by the earth-shattering singing. At first, he thought they were under attack. Only after listening carefully did he realize that soone was singing.

Not just him; Cui Congyi and Cao Fan also ca over upon hearing it.

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"It’s the surrendered soldiers! The surrendered soldiers from Qing Country!"

"Didn’t General Chen bring over more than two thousand of those surrendered soldiers earlier? They are the ones singing now."

"Surrendered soldiers? They were not needed to be used as human shields, now they are called over to sing?!"

Cui Congyi followed the sound to the area where the surrendered soldiers were gathered.

He saw that these soldiers from Qing Country were singing with more passion than one another, emotionally invested, and so were even singing while crying.

Cui Congyi, as if grabbing a small chicken, seized a frail surrendered soldier and asked, "What are you singing?"

"General Chen said, as long as we sing with all our might until dawn, he will let us go ho!"

The soldier said with a sobbing voice, "We want to go ho..."

They were singing from their lungs.

After all, out of twenty thousand surrendered soldiers, barely two thousand who were unable to leave longed to go ho with an unstoppable eagerness.

"Child’s play!"

Sha Wenlong simply could not comprehend the intention behind such an arrangent, he sneered, "General Cui, Chen is like a cornered dog jumping over the wall, resorting to such childishly playful tactics. I think he’s really out of options!"

"Indeed."

Cui Congyi’s lips curled, "At his wit’s end. Can he really hope by singing they’ll open the city gates?"

"Let them sing, let them sing!"

Sha Wenlong snorted coldly, "Let them sing until dawn, it will be a fitting send-off for Chen!"

Cao Fan remained silent, sensing a disturbance in his mind.

...

Zhao Tong Prefecture City, within the city.

"Enough!"

Deng Feng dashed out of his tent with a burning urgency, his Qi-Blood fully activated, his voice like a great bell from the heavens forcibly drowning out the singing, "What are you singing for?! Stop singing!"

Even so,

it still took a good while, a span of a tea ti, with everyone grown tired of the singing, for it to gradually co to a halt.

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"Reinforcents!"

"Have the reinforcents arrived?"

"Yes, they’re all speaking in the authentic Qing Country dialect, it must be our own people!"

"They’re our own people from all sides!"

"They have co, they have co!"

"Let’s go, have a look!"

"What are you doing? Stop!"

But no one could be stopped.

Tens of thousands of citizens surged up the walls from all sides, cramming to look outside, only to be greatly disappointed soon. For where were the reinforcents? Every direction, northeast, southwest, showed the well-entrenched camps of the Dasheng army, where soldiers dressed in exquisite armour patrolled in an orderly fashion with torches, and nothing had changed at all.

As for the singing...

It was coming from inside the Dasheng camp.

Because of the distance, and the fact that it was nightti, they couldn’t see clearly how many people there were, only that there seed to be singers in almost every camp, aning, their own Qing Country people were helping the Sheng people encircle them!

"This..."

"Where did all these fellow brothers co from?"

"No mistake! Their voices, their singing style, are one hundred percent our countryn!"

"Even if one or two could imitate the singing, it’s absolutely impossible for there to be so many!"

"Five thousand?"

"No, at least ten, twenty thousand!"

"Fifty thousand!"

"Where did so many people co from? Weren’t all the surrendered soldiers released?"

"The Xuanjia Army just returned yesterday, the people were brought back by them from the Eight Prefectures, new surrendered soldiers!"

"That is to say, the Eight Prefectures have really surrendered!"

"..."

"Nonsense―"

"It’s impossible for the Eight Prefectures to have surrendered!"

Deng Feng rushed to the city wall: "Fake! It’s all a sham!"

At this mont.

In the darkness of the night, escorted by two torches, a general clad in white rode up on a White Horse, stopping three hundred steps from the city gate.

"Who is this person?"

"White Horse, White Robe, it’s Chen Sansi!"

"Who else could it be?!"

"Quickly co and look! That’s Chen Sansi!"

"He has shown himself!"

"..."

Chen Sansi cupped his fists and, with a salute, addressed Deng Feng high on the city wall: "General Huai Yuan, Chen Sansi, pays respect to General Deng from here!"

"Chen Sansi!"

Deng Feng, unable to contain his anger, pointed at him and scolded: "What kind of ghostly tricks are you playing? Do you think a re folk song can shake the morale of our troops?!"

"General Deng misunderstands Chen. "

Chen Sansi said politely, "I, your junior, am here to rescue General Deng and the tens of thousands of citizens of this city."

"Absurd!"

Deng Feng coldly said: "I still have eight thousand elite soldiers, ample food and supplies within the city, and reinforcents are about to arrive. Do I look like I need your rescue?!"

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