Those Grand Academicians glanced over the Literary World people a few times, then paid them no further attention.
The battle continued. Outside the city, the Demon Barbarian camps stretched to the ends of heaven and earth, and the Demon Barbarians within seemed inexhaustible, pouring out like an unceasing tide, sworn to smash the Boundary Mountain City Wall.
Working together, the human forces repelled the bird demons and elephant demons at the cost of thirty thousand casualties.
After the bird demons left, Fang Yun stood atop Walking the Blue Clouds with the faintest smile on his face, for he kept hearing familiar Fluent Recitations and seeing the power of familiar War Poetry.
"To draw a bow, draw one of strength; to use an arrow, use one of length..."
"...At dawn he sought the white-feathered shaft, buried deep within the stone."
"...Late at night I lay listening to wind and rain; iron horses and icy rivers entered my dreams."
"A dragon horse with snow-dappled coat, a golden saddle and a gallant of the Five Mausoleums; an autumn-frost sword that cleaves jade, a robe of bright pearls in the setting sun..."
"...I cast myself among naked blades, slaying men amid the mortal dust..."
"The Yellow River rose far into the white clouds; a lone city stood amid mountains ten thousand fathoms high. Why should the Qiang flute lament the willows? The spring wind never crossed Jade Gate Pass."
Streaks of light from the Strong Bow Poem Capture the King settled over bows and arrows; shafts of Arrow in the Stone pierced Demon Barbarians; wave after wave of Iron Horse, Ice River launched their charges; manifestations of Jade Gate Pass stood tall amid the crowds...
Most scholars who had lingered at their respective Literary Ranks for years used the poems they already knew, for