Chapter 459

The whole cleaning work lasted for a day, but only part of it was completed. Fan Qing was so tired that she asked for a rest to finish the day's work.

Professor Fan pinched his old waist and said, "it's hard work, but I'm afraid we'll stay in the museum for the next few days. The sooner we clean up, the better."

Fan Qing directly bitter face, turned to find Han Fei complain, but turned to find Han Fei is still looking at a pile of strange things, that is what she cleaned up today.

Fan Qing couldn't help but go over and looked at the food that had been swept away from the dust. She was surprised and said, "are these drums?"

Han Fei nods.

Fan Qing reached out and knocked. The drum was steady and loud. He said, "Wow, it can still be used! That's amazing

Professor Fan also heard the drum, came over and said in surprise, "drum? How can there be drums? It seems not to have been seen in the records. "

Han Fei murmured, "Eighteen drums on the border."

Professor Fan turned his head and said, "what?"

"It's a drum played by the goddess to motivate the soldiers. It's called the eighteen drums of the frontier fortress, also known as the drum of the goddess. It has the function of inspiring the morale of the army."

When Han Fei said these words, both professor Fan and fan Qing were surprised. Professor Fan said directly, "Xiao Fei, how do you know?"

Han Fei grinned bitterly and did not answer. How could she tell them that she had played the drum for Qin Che.

Han Fei's eyes are full of nostalgia, and even can't help but want to play drums.

These drums are the real goddess drum, but here, there is no army, no war, no everything she is familiar with, there is no reason for her to play drums, and she is the only one. So who is her drum playing?

There is no answer to this question.

It is the night. In the dead of night, a figure flashed by the museum. The body quickly passed through the prevention and control of many infrared rays and directly entered the basement.

The light of a flashlight is particularly obvious in the dark, and the light directly shines on the coffin, which makes the red military uniform inside more and more gloomy.

Han Fei stood quietly in front of the coffin. Her expression was hesitant, but in the end, she was cruel and took out her uniform.

The material to be touched is excellent. It feels like silk. Even though it has experienced the baptism of time, it does not have the slightest roughness. At the moment of contact, it seems that there is a current penetrating through the fingertips, reaching to the heart.

Han Fei could not help but tremble at her fingertips, but in the end, she took out the red military uniform, and then put them on one by one.

The military uniform is very complicated, but Han Fei's hands seem to be very familiar with one by one. No matter where the buckle is, she seems to have been familiar with it for a long time. This feeling makes Hanfei irresistible and slowly adapts to it.

Until the whole set of military uniform was completely put on Han Fei's body.

The perfect size of the lining, even at the shoulder cuff are like a custom-made general.

Han Fei felt her clothes, there was an impulse to cry. This impulse made her red eyes, and her hands tightly grasped the clothes in her heart.

Han Fei will not know that at the moment, she is just like a woman in red, even the pride between her brows and eyes is forced to be anxious.

The same arrogance, the same bullying.

Hanfei raised her head and untied the ponytail. Her black hair poured down like a waterfall.

She spread her hair, bent down to take off her shoes, barefoot on the cold floor, and then step by step went to the orderly array of drums, she quietly looked at those drums, and suddenly laughed, ah, she missed the time when she played drums.

At that time, she was probably the most naive and romantic time.

With this in mind, Han Fei bent down and picked up the drumstick beside the drum. She exhaled deeply and adjusted her breath. Suddenly, her eyes were sharp and her hands were waving. The red ribbon on the drumstick flew up, and then hit the drum surface.

"Dong --"

a heavy and distant drum sound spread slowly.

The sound of the drum shocked Han Fei's soul. At this moment, she felt that she had forgotten that she was in the basement. She was in a wilderness. In front of her, there was a vast and loud desert. In her ears, there was the neighing of horses and the sound of horns.

Her eyes had changed, they had become sharper, they had become less like herself.

Between her hands, as if she had been injected with infinite strength, she squeezed the drumstick and began to whirl among the 18 drums.

"Dong - Dong - Dong - Dong -"

one after another, long or short drums are playing, stepping on a certain melody, hitting people directly.

"Dong --"

she saw the endless array of movements in front of her.

"Dong --"

she heard the sound of the war trumpet blowing, the collision of weapons and the cry of reunion."Dong --"

she felt the smoke of gunpowder in the air, the victory and failure under the cover of death, and the thrilling pleasure in the attack.

"Dong --"

she opened her eyes and put everything in her eyes. In the endless battlefield and the desolation of the corpse, Han Fei saw herself when the balance of victory was leaning towards the enemy. No, it was her, and it was not her. The red figure stood quietly in the high place, with a look of arrogance over the world, like a God.

She saw the red figure, picked up the drumstick, and like her, raised the drumstick high. The soldiers looked at her, the generals were looking forward to her, and the enemies were all afraid of her.

The red figure was also playing the drum. She heard the drum sound played by the red figure. The drumming and dreary drum sound slowly merged with her drum sound, as if after endless years, they were one.

"Dong --"

she is her, she is her.

The original demoralized morale began to revive, the original decline began to resist, the soldiers who heard the drum sound were like a fire burning in their chest, they were shouting and fighting.

"Come on! Above - Your Majesty is with us, and the light of the goddess will spread all over the world! "

"The light of the goddess bless my army! We will win

"For your majesty! For victory! For our peace

"Go, go

When the drum sound more exciting, more exciting, Han Fei's heart beat violently, echoing the drum, once, almost jumped out of the chest.

What Hanfei didn't know was that at the moment, she was already in tears.

Tears slowly slid down her gorgeous face and dropped onto the drum. In an instant, a burst of strong golden light burst out from the drumming, which almost engulfed Hanfei's figure.

Her dress is flying, her expression is solemn, her posture is nimble, her everything is taken with the sacred breath.

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