I also sang hard, and soon, almost everyone let go of their throats to the rhythm of the music and sang. Uncle Li also sang very loudly. Uncle Cheng and other old men naturally howled unwillingly. Uncle Cheng sang very distinctively. The blue veins on his neck rose and his face roared red. The old man in our family was a little better, a little shy. He looked left and right, and occasionally hummed and kept the elegant style of the scholarly family in the Fang Mansion. Because I was close to them, I really wanted to copy a sword and chop it up randomly. Who are they? Not only out of tune, but even the lyrics were wrong. Duan Yunsong stood beside his father, his face was purple, and his eyes were helpless and admirable as he looked at his father, General Duan Zhixuan, and his mouth opened his mouth and sang...

Finally, I heard it well. The neat and passionate singing of more than 6,000 people covered up the disharmonious and out-of-tune noises of these beginners.

After two times, six thousand soldiers stopped singing in an instant. Before Uncle Cheng's high notes could fall, his rough and heroic voice echoed over the empty playground. The important officials and veterans all looked ashamed to each other. Uncle Cheng, who closed his eyes and howled dryly, finally found that something was wrong. Fortunately, I woke up in time and quickly said loudly: "Please allow the last general to lead the students to perform martial arts!" This roar avoided Uncle Cheng's embarrassment.

"Aiqing Fang, please come! I'm sure. Today I want to see how many novelty my Tang Military Academy can bring to me! Hahahaha..." Uncle Li's crazy laughter, I led a group of colleges to take the school down the steps. As the drum beats changed, all the soldiers on the playground immediately took action...

Countless arrow piles and straw men stood on the other end of the playground. On this side, the three thousand swords players ran together under the command of Duan Yunsong. With more than ten breaths, all the swords players lined up. Facing the arrow piles and straw men on the other end, accompanied by the bamboo whistle, the three thousand swords and swords suddenly squatted down and put down the knife and shield in their hands. Then, one strong bow was drawn into the hands of the swords and cards. Then, three long arrows painted in blood red, also known as range-finding arrows. They shot out according to different heights, and the last one was barely falling out of the group of arrow piles. Then, Duan Yunsong's hand made several movements. In the first row, dozens of people shouted in unison: "Raise your arms, 180 meters! Let it go!"

The second row was the same as the method, the third row and the fourth row, with a total of six rows, each row of 500 people, pulling the bow and raising the arms and loosening the strings in turn under the command of the low-level officers.

Five hundred sharp arrows penetrated the sky with a sharp sound. The sharp arrows overflowed with cold light, piercing through all obstacles. Every five hundred sharp arrows formed an attack wave. It was continuous like endless rain scattered on the pile of arrows and grass men. It all turned into a sly cunning. Moreover, the attack surface and thickness showed the power of this three-stack shot. Well, it should be said to be six-stack shots. After each row of three arrows shot, holding a knife and holding a shield. As the sound of bamboo whistles and drum beats changed, shield strikes, knife slashes, squatting, and slashing... Every attack, there must be a loud shout, like a fierce battle between thousands of troops-

The flag suddenly changed, and the sound of drums also changed. The team of sword players suddenly revealed a gap, and one by one, a sharp figure of ape jumped out of the gap, each holding a short javelin. With the rapid sound of bamboo whistles, thousands of spears threw through the sky and pierced fiercely into the arrow pile and the grass man. Some even fell down through two objects. These were the thousand powerful jumping soldiers who were very good at fighting, all of whom were out of the sheath. With the drum beat, the knife technique was shrill and fierce, as if they had already broken into the enemy formation and fought hard, and the sand and dust flew, and the momentum was like a wave...

Uncle Li and others all stood at the edge of the school platform, stared at the scene that made the big guys excited.

Immediately afterwards, the drum sound changed again, accompanied by the shouts of soldiers, the jumping soldiers were supported by the advance swords and swords, fighting and retreating. A low horn sound suddenly rang over the playground, and the formation changed accordingly. Xi Junmai led more than a thousand brave riders to ride horses, and actually rushed out of the group of soldiers. Each of them took a short-handled double-headed axe from the horse's back and accompanied by a loud shout. A thousand short-handed double-headed axes were thrown out by the thousand elite riders with all their strength.

The sharp whistle made by the head axe almost covered the shouts of soldiers and the sound of war drums. The short-handled battle axe weighing more than three pounds spun up a light ball, and all flew out dozens of meters away. The touches of the straw man dozens of meters away were broken. It can be seen that the power of the axe was thrown out, and the sharp sabers were drawn out of the sheath. In just a few breaths, countless small triangular assault formations were formed. Within a few breaths, the sound of the heavy hooves of the metal and iron clashed into the enemy group and fought!

This situation made Uncle Li and other veterans who had been through the battlefield in the battlefield shocked. They must have thought of these tactics, and they could definitely see that even if they face any elite, countless people would die. After the cavalry pierced the enemy formation composed of arrow piles and straw men, accompanied by the sound of drums, I, who was originally sitting upright in the back row, finally stood up and stood up with a thousand Mo Dao Hands, and their lower bodies had already surrounded the heavy armor pieces again. "High!" Qiandao held up like a forest, and under my leadership, they strided over the sword player, jumped the soldiers, and stood at the front of the team. With a shout, I took the lead and surpassed the crowd! Wen Xin. Hands. Fight. Group. Qiandao first pierced into the enemy group with a powerful breakthrough. The handle of the knife was swung against the waist, and the blade was filled with cold wind as if mowing grass. Any in front of me was like mowing grass.

Hard objects will be broken because of it. Gradually, more and more Modao hands came out from the crowd, forming a huge assault formation with me as the arrow. It was so cool. The Modao in his hand was like a monster jumping out of the abyss and sucking bone marrow. The Modao with a thousand two-meter long blade was actually more motivated than any previous team. With neat roars, it entered like a wall, arrow pile, straw men, and even the short spears that were originally shot into the ground by the cavalry were all crushed by the heavy and sharp Modao in his hand. With a cup of tea, on the huge school ground, except for the sweat of more than a thousand corners and the Modao hand standing with the knife was breathing, there was no sound. The arrow pile, the straw men had completely turned into a mess, and could no longer tell what they were before.

He raised the Mo knife in his hand and stabbed the sky. Thousands of Mo Dao's hands shouted in unison: "Wansheng! Wansheng! Wansheng!!!"

Next, everyone raised the weapons in their hands and shouted in unison: "Soldiers win thousands! Your Majesty wins thousands! The Tang Dynasty wins!!!"

Uncle Li also pulled out the sword on his waist and looked at the sky, towards the subjects of the Tang Dynasty, to the various tribes in the world, to the entire world, Xiao Xiao, who dared to spy on my Chinese nation, and roared: "The Tang Dynasty has won thousands of victories!!!..."

The final point of the opening ceremony was the Loyal Soul Temple. Amid the heavy and solemn drumbeats of the military band, Uncle Li and a giant walked into the gate of the Loyal Soul Temple with me. As soon as I entered the gate, the most eye-catching thing was a huge red silk thing. Before Uncle Li could ask me, I spoke first: "Please ask His Majesty the Emperor to unveil the cloth!" I squeezed at Uncle Li, who was a little stunned, and made a stance. Uncle Li nodded majesticly, stood in front of this thing covered by red silk and didn't know what it was, reached out and pulled, and the red silk fell slowly.

"Hiss!" Uncle Li's eyes widened and he couldn't help but take a breath. Then all the important officials who came to the Loyal Soul Temple for the first time also made the same behavior and expressions.

Below the red silk is the monument to the Loyal Soul of the Tang Dynasty. The gilded bronze statue of Uncle Li, who was strangling the reins and holding the sword at the top of the giant pillar, had to shock everyone present. Uncle Li's eyes were stern and mighty, his lips were half open, as if he was ordering the soldiers to advance forward, with a solemn appearance, and the long sword pointed straight ahead, and the cloak was swept up. Under his crotch, the three hooves of the BMW fell to the ground, one of the front hooves raised, the horse's head was neighing, and the horse's head was neighing and roaring. Near the horse's legs, there were about the figures of soldiers. No one fully portrayed the appearance, but anyone could see their loyalty and courage at a glance. Under the guidance of the great Emperor of the Tang Empire, Li Shimin, the handwritten pillar below was carved with Uncle Li's handwriting: The Loyal Soul of the Tang Dynasty will last forever!

"This is Your Majesty! Oh my God, look, the one above is Your Majesty!!" Someone has already begun to speak incoherently-

"The loyal soul of the Tang Dynasty will last forever..." Uncle Li's expression seemed very sad, and he muttered around the giant stone tablet. It can be seen that he was very sad. The back of the engravings also carved Uncle Li's handwriting: "The nameless loyal soul of the Tang Dynasty will last forever!"

Not only Uncle Li, but also those old ministers who had made a world of worlds with Uncle Li, were not sad and heavy. Some were muttering the names of their deceased comrades, and some seemed to miss the tragic scenes of the past...
Chapter completed!