The guild "War Song" was crushed by the "Dynasty", its allies betrayed, and its president died in battle.
As the core assistant, I held Jiao Weiqin and led the remaining troops to escape into the jungle.
Xuan Jia, the vice-president of the Dynasty, sneered: "What kind of disturbance can a wet nurse with increased blood cause?"
He didn't know that the strings of the Jiaowei Qin could cut the enemy's throat, and the sound could turn into a deadly trap.
When the sound of my piano echoed in the forest day and night, the fire rekindled in the eyes of the surviving teammates.
Guerrilla harassment, using the weak to defeat the strong, and the war songs will never die.
In the final battle, Xuan Jia led an army to surround the valley: "Qin Xin, surrender!"
I plucked the strings and played the president's favorite war song.
Under the excitement of the music, the members of the dynasty lowered their heads one after another - they remembered that they were once passionate young men in a small guild.
