Later they couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but cover their ears with their hands, but the penetration of the sound was still stimulating their tense nerves.

Some people are smart, stuffing their index finger into their ears, so that although the sound is obviously a little smaller, it is still a loud noise that they cannot bear.

The rebels couldn't stand it, and the Jinyiwei could not stand it either. In fact, the sound was very fair. Half of the sound attack fell on the rebels' heads, and the other half fell on the Jinyiwei's own heads. However, the Jinyiwei had cotton earplugs, which was not so uncomfortable.

Although the sound insulation effect of cotton is relatively good, each of them has only a small ball of them stuck in their ears, which has not stopped too many sounds. The harsh singing is still challenging their nerves.

Zhu Youcheng used the drum hammer as a baton and waved it hard, signaling everyone to stop.

Zhu Youcheng's order was not implemented immediately because he did not go to Xiong Tingbi to receive flag language training, but he waved it randomly according to his own wishes.

Since Zhu Tongcheng was wielding randomly, the soldiers also understood randomly according to their own meanings, which is called using chaos to confusion.

Some people knew it was a signal to stop immediately, so they closed their mouths; while others mistakenly thought they wanted to sing ten times, and sang on their necks.

However, when everyone saw Zhu Youcheng shut his mouth, they gradually understood what he meant. They pulled the sleeves of the soldier who was still singing and quieted down the hole.

The rebels deep in the chicken hole breathed a sigh of relief, and the magic sound that penetrated their minds finally stopped. If they were to ring for a moment, they would have to go crazy.

Zhu Youcheng asked Wu Huping to go outside the cave to call dozens of medical soldiers, and asked them to tie the cotton balls layer by layer to the ears of the soldiers in the cave with bandages, tied like mummies. Although this is ugly, the sound insulation effect is quite good. Not to mention the singing, even if the atomic bomb is placed next to their ears, they can't hear it.

Zhu Youcheng signaled the medical staff to hurry up and exit the cave. When the medical staff disappeared from sight, Zhu Youcheng waved the drum hammer hard and then began to sing.

The soldiers' ears were completely wrapped in cotton balls, and they could not hear Zhu Youcheng's singing, but they could see their lips and sing completely in line with Zhu Youcheng.

Deafening singing and drum sounds sounded in the cave again. This time, the Jinyiwei was not affected by his own singing and his voice became louder. The sound waves attacked the rebels again.

The rebels were cleaning their ears. The sound wave just now made their ears buzz, and they almost thought they were going to be deaf.

Now, the singing of the Jinyiwei proved that their ears were fine. And if they were cleaned, the music could be heard more clearly.

The rebels looked at their hands that were tiring their ears without tears. They really wished that this was someone else's hand, because that would be able to chop them up without any scruples. Why are they so owing their hands? What ears are tiring? Now, their ears are so sharp, their voices are loud, and their heads are hurting.

The Jinyiwei sang continuously, and the rebels quickly couldn't hold on. Not only did they have a headache, but they were also extremely irritable. When the enemy was facing the enemy, several rebels actually fought because of a small collision.

Not only that, 10% of the rebels were shocked by the singing of the Jinyiwei, and several rebels were shocked by the singing and were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and died on the spot.

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An Zhen was in a very happy mood. Although none of the five thousand troops that sneaked into the Jinyiwei camp came back, and half of the rebels who were ambushing the light in front were eliminated, the rebels who were ambushing in the shadow made him overjoyed. He actually wiped out more than fifty Jinyiwei, which was an amazing victory.

Looking back on the time when the rebels besieged Guiyang City, although many ordinary Ming troops were eliminated, they did not destroy several Ming troops in golden armor. The golden Ming troops not only had strong military qualities, but also were not afraid of death. Wherever they rushed, the rebels would be defeated. Now they have been killed in the cave. What an amazing achievement.

If you are lucky, with the darkness in the chicken hole, you can even wear out all the golden troops bit by bit. If the Ming army loses the golden troops...

Just as An Wei was thinking of a proud place, he suddenly heard a clear singing from afar.

The song was melodious and the tune was beautiful, and he couldn't help but hum.

It turned out that the Anwei was very far away from Zhu Youcheng's location, and the harsh singing voices continued to fade. When it came here, it was already very weak. It was cheap to listen to a good song.

After learning it once, I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If I had learned this song, I would be afraid that I would not fall into a girl with this song when I was at the song meeting.

He decided to send someone to find someone who sings, first, he wanted to teach him the song to himself, and second, he was strictly forbidden to sing this song in the future, so as not to steal his style.

Before he could give the order, the singing started again. The singer seemed to be very understanding and started singing again. He continued several times until he learned it, and the singing had not stopped.

While An Wei was singing happily, a barbarian rushed over and said loudly: "Master, great things are not good!"

An Wei was furious and scolded: "How many times have you said it? Don't make noise in the chicken hole. We have a lot of stalactites on our heads. These stones are not very reliable. If you speak loudly, if the stalactites shake down, we will really be in trouble."

In fact, the stalactites were not that fragile, but the barbarians found that the whole one fell down with a light pull, and mistakenly thought that the stalactites were very fragile and did not dare to speak loudly in the cave.

Of course, An Yi has always been stricter than the law and more generous than the law. His voice is no less than the voice of the barbarians who reported the news.

The barbarian's ears were almost deaf, so he could only listen to them vaguely, but now he was not in the mood to care about this, and he said loudly: "The Ming army uses magic, and our army will be defeated!"

The absent-the union was shocked - the superstitious people of the barbarians, and he could not avoid the vulgarity.

He was frightened and sweated in a cold sweat when he heard the news, sighed, "I'm afraid it's not a demonic technique, but an immortal technique. I have told my father a long time ago that the Ming court has not been exhausted, so we should not get up too early. But the father just doesn't listen, and it's okay for the father to suffer on his own. Now he has to spare me..."

"Master, what should I do?"

"What else can I do? Let's take a look..."

"Master, what did you say? The little one didn't hear it clearly."

"Lead the way!" An Yi shouted with a blushing face and a thick neck, "What's going on? Ask a deaf man to report the message, I must punish the general who led the team."

An Wei was cursing loudly. The barbarian was dissatisfied and muttered, "What a deaf man? My ears are the most powerful among those people. If it weren't for the Ming army's magic, would we be at this point now?"

He said he was mumbling, but there was a big problem with the ears of the barbarians. He couldn't hear too small sounds, so he unconsciously amplified the sound and could hear it clearly.

An Fei was secretly shocked and turned thousands of barbarians into deaf people at the same time. What an immortal method is this? Does barbarians still have a chance of winning against such enemies?

He followed the Yi Ren tremblingly, and the pleasant singing became louder and louder, and gradually became less pleasant. The more he listened, he became more annoyed and shouted: "Don't sing!"

The barbarian turned around and said, "King, this is the magic of the Ming army. We want them to shut up, but I guess they don't want to."

"You mean, this song was sung by Ming Jun?"

"Yes, king. You just listened for a while and felt that you couldn't stand it anymore, but we had to endure the song for an hour. King, what about an hour!" The Yiren's tears fell.

"The song is strange, it must be a magical method of the immortals... no, it is a magical method. I just heard the song from afar and felt it was supreme and wonderful; but when I got closer, I was shrouded in the magical method, and I felt the song was harsh and piercing." An Wei turned his head and left.

"King, what about us?" the barbarian shouted from behind.

"You guys will hold on for a while, I will find a mage to deal with the Ming army's demonic magic." An Yi said from a distance.

"Can you stand it?" the Yiren complained.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up. Why did he die with the barbarians who were standing there, not relatives or care? The Han people said it well, "If you die, you will not die." As long as you save your life, it is better than anything else."

He shouted, "Master, I'll help you too."

As he said that, he chased An Fei's back and left this terrifying place.

Arriving in the throne was not entirely a rebuttal. He returned to the palace located at the back of the cave and immediately summoned the sacrificial priests and elders among the Yi people to discuss how to crack the magic of the Jinyiwei.

The priest and the elder made a suggestion in unison - bloody, and preferably black bloody.

As a result, the dogs of the barbarians were affected. Whether it was a big dog, a puppy, a male dog, a bitch, a white dog, a yellow dog, a black dog, a gray dog, or a flower dog, all of which were with the word "dog" would be bleeding in the reverse direction.

However, after collecting a large bucket of blood, the next thing became more difficult to deal with.

Logically speaking, it is best to destroy the demon technique to give the demon a bloody head, but the Jinyiwei has a musket and comes forward with a large bucket of blood. It is estimated that he is the most likely to be bleeding, and he will have to save his life.

There is a way to settle down and sprinkle dog blood on the ground. No matter how evil magic the Jinyiwei has, he has to come over, right? As long as he comes over, he will step on dog blood, and the magic will naturally be eliminated - but then again, those Ming troops will not float around, right? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!