On the stage, Gu Xishui finished singing "Serve the Country with Loyalty" and Ming Xin's sword also fell into its scabbard.
The cheers and applause from the audience were so loud that even the 'celebrities' who were used to seeing famous actors singing in theaters couldn't help but stand up and congratulate the two young soldiers on the stage for their performance.
The purpose of their coming here has never been to watch a show. It might be okay for a bunch of soldiers to go into battle to kill the enemy, but what else can they expect from a show? A normal person wouldn't think too much about it.
However, the first program of the New Year's Eve Gala of the Four Elements Group caused these gentlemen to explode with thunder and a sword to chill the entire stage. Not to mention, the impassioned song "Patriotism" was different from the most popular song on the radio today.
love song.
Many people no longer hesitated to cast their votes directly into the ballot boxes placed nearby, and were looking forward to the following programs.
The Four Lines Troupe did not disappoint. Next, more than 30 people from the guard company sang a chorus - The Great Wall Will Never Fall. Many soldiers present knew this song. It was when soldiers were surrounded by Japanese troops during the Four Lines War.
Songs sung in the building.
Many people are familiar with the lyrics, but when more than 30 veterans of the guard company sang this song again, especially when they sang "The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River will flow for thousands of miles..." the whole audience was completely original.
The sitting officers and soldiers could no longer suppress their emotions, and followed the veterans of the guard company to join in the conversation softly.
Qian Dazhu, with his back straight, sat next to the Eight Immortals table outside the thatched shed. This was the request of Chairman Jia of the Zhengzhou City Textile Association. He said that since the officers and soldiers could sit in the open space, so could he.
There were seven or eight people sitting at the Eight Immortals table, including President Jia, one of his concubines, and three other business owners. Then there was a girl who was pulled back from the stage by President Jia.
The girl was probably one or two years older than Qian Dazhu. She was dressed very fashionably. She was wrapped in plush fur and an embroidered cheongsam underneath. Her hair was also permed into wavy curls. She was holding a Qian Dazhu in her hand and was just talking.
The camera that Tai Mingyue saw.
This made Qian Dazhu a little nervous. He had never seen such a fashionable and beautiful girl, let alone such a close contact. He was sitting at the Eight Immortals Table and was just introducing the 'celebrities' at the Eight Immortals Table at the beginning of the program.
This is the program of our regiment's special operations squadron, and this is the program of the guard company.
The sharp contrast between his nervous and old-fashioned appearance and his young face made the fashionable young woman couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering. This made Captain Qian Dalian even more nervous. In the middle of winter, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Fortunately, Chairman Jia Da understood the young soldiers around him and glared at the woman to tell her to behave, which somewhat relieved Qian Dazhu's embarrassment.
At this time, the singing became louder and louder. It was not the veterans on the stage who raised their voices, but the officers and soldiers in the audience who were no longer satisfied with humming along quietly and began to sing loudly in harmony.
That was the voice of nearly two thousand people, and the voices on the stage at this time had been drowned.
When the entire venue was resounding with the words "Crush the bloody road, wave your hands and march forward; we must work hard to rejuvenate the country; we will not let our country be trampled upon again; everyone should shoulder their mission!"
The people looked at the soldiers who were sitting cross-legged on the ground and roaring loudly. They seemed to understand them, but they didn't seem to understand them very well.
Because although the singing is very passionate and moving, why are so many people's faces filled with tears again? Are they so full of emotion?
Of course those who have never been on the battlefield will not understand.
As they sang, the officers and soldiers were reminded of the days when the war was raging.
The shell exploded just ten meters away from me, and the whole world seemed to be filled with silence. Shaking my groggy head, I saw that the enemy had rushed up, and countless comrades jumped out of the trenches, either inserting their bayonets into the enemy's chest, or falling down themselves.
In a pool of blood.
The position was held, and the corpses of comrades and enemies were entangled with each other. I wanted to move them, but I had no strength at all. I could only let my comrades lie in the cold mud.
If you have to watch your comrades die, they will be blown into powder by guns and cannons, so that's it. Death is like a lamp extinguished, and dust returns to dust.
But when the war became urgent, the Japanese army had already invaded the trenches. They were forced to pile the cold and hardened bodies of their comrades in the trenches to serve as fortifications.
The flesh and blood splashed by the shooting fell on the face, and the flesh and blood was cold!
It's as cold as ice cubes, and the frozen person is covered in ice!
Then, the cold blood and the hot blood of the dead and those who were not dead blended together, dyeing the entire trench red! It was like a hell on earth.
Until the Japanese army retreated, the living people were like ghosts crawling out of hell. Even their hair was dripping with blood. No one could recognize him unless he washed his face.
With the last blessing of the cold remains of his comrades, the position was held.
But every time the living people think of that scene, their hearts seem to have been split in two.
Tears couldn't stop rolling down my cheeks. The Great Wall is a barrier built by Chinese ancestors for future generations to resist foreign invasion. Today, they will definitely keep this small thing from falling.
Because he was sitting in the VIP customer area, Qian Dazhu suppressed his inner excitement and did not sing with the officers and soldiers on the field. However, he still thought of his old squad leader and comrades. The second platoon where he was originally, in addition to having become
Taozi, the deputy squad leader of the communications squad, is the only combat soldier left.
Ever since he survived the Battle of Cangcheng and cried loudly while carrying the remains of Brother Hai, Qian Dazhu had not shed tears for a long time, but today, after hearing all the officers and soldiers shouting "The Great Wall will never fall!"
At this time, Qian Dazhu couldn't help but burst into tears.
This made Miss Jia Jia Rongghi next to him a little strange. She could understand the impassionedness of these soldiers, but she couldn't understand that these rough men with weathered faces would burst into tears when they sang a song. From her perspective
, this is too emotionally draining!
On normal days, a woman with a carefree personality would definitely laugh at him, but somehow, the tears in the eyes of the young officer in his 20s actually made her feel pity. He must be thinking of someone!
"Can you tell me the story of this song?" The stylishly dressed woman quietly handed Qian Dazhu a handkerchief and asked softly.
"No, no need for this!" Qian Dazhu waved his hands in a panic and wiped his eyes with his military uniform.
"The song "The Great Wall Will Never Fall Down" was sung by the regiment commander during the First Battle of Four Lines. I heard that it was taught by Deputy Commander Xie. At that time, they were alone in the Four Lines Warehouse, and the people in the concession on the opposite side
Sing that broadsword march, the brothers in Sihang Warehouse sang this song after fighting.
"Then you just..." Jia Ronzhi hesitated.
"That's why I thought of my old squad leader." Ren Zhilu lowered his eyebrows, and the shadow of the brim of his hat blocked his eyes.
However, with female intuition, the woman next to Ren Zhilu could clearly feel the intense pain in his averted eyes.
In the battle at Cangcheng, Qian Dazhu's second platoon could have withdrawn to hide from the artillery before taking up the position, but the Japanese army was too crazy and rushed up against their own artillery shells, so they could only stay on the position.
So, he watched helplessly as the 105 howitzer, which could turn hundreds of meters around into a sea of fire, landed in a trench dozens of meters away, rolled up the bodies of more than a dozen brothers more than ten meters high, and then fell one after another.
All around.
And the fact that he, a superior soldier, is alive is not due to his good luck. This is also the pain of his life. After hearing the scream of the artillery shells, Brother Hai, who was two meters away from him, pounced on him.
Fell down, and then pressed your body against him.
The 105 howitzer exploded less than 15 meters away. The air wave that swept everything directly swept away and killed all the last six people in the infantry squad. Only he and Brother Hai who were lying at the corner of the trench escaped this unfortunate fate.
However, when he reversed the situation and pushed Brother Hai who was lying on his body, he found that he was already dead.
A piece of shrapnel as big as a palm cut into his once extremely generous back. The huge kinetic energy almost cut the veteran who had been in the army for five or six years in half. Under such severe pain, he remained motionless until he died.
Brother Hai did not leave a single word until his death, or rather, he once said that, but in the earth-shattering shelling, all human voices would be drowned.
That's why Qian Dazhu went crazy. He relied on the guns and grenades left by his dead comrades to run wildly in the trenches, shooting continuously, and launched a counterattack against the Japanese infantry squad in front of him with one person.
He didn't think about repelling the Japanese army, he didn't think about defeat, and he didn't think about being awarded awards for meritorious service. He just wanted to die, kill a few more Japanese, and then die to accompany his brothers.
Qian Dazhu reached the state of selflessness and miraculously dodged all the bullets fired by the Japanese army, as if all his dead comrades were protecting him. The Japanese army fired a total of 18 grenades from three groups of grenades, all of which were aimed at him alone.
Unexpectedly, he was not injured at all. Instead, he killed more than ten Japanese soldiers with machine guns and rifles. As a result, the Japanese team failed to attack the position within 15 minutes.
Finally, they held on until reinforcements arrived.
With extremely cloudy memories, as Qian Dazhu narrated in a low voice, everyone on the Eight Immortals table fell silent.
They finally knew why those officers and soldiers shed tears freely when they sang this song.
Because the current Great Wall of China is not made of bricks, it is made of life!
Each one was once extremely vivid, but now it can only become a cold digital life!
"So, you and a signal soldier named Taozi are the only ones who survived. I didn't expect that our army fought so miserably on the front line." After listening to Qian Dazhu's story, the woman couldn't help but shed tears.
.
"It's nothing, don't be sad. As soldiers, it is our fate to die in battle. My brothers won't go too far. I will go to them eventually." Qian Dazhu comforted him with tears in his eyes in a panic.
woman.
He felt comfortable because the woman was beautiful and fashionable, but what made him fall in love with the woman in front of him was that she could empathize with him.
It was enough that she could understand the suffering of the soldiers at the front, which moved Qian Dazhu very much.
"Bah, bah, bah, don't talk nonsense when you are celebrating the New Year. You have to live well and defeat the Japanese. By the way, how old are you this year? Are you in your 20s?" The woman tried to change the subject.
"Today is the Lunar New Year, and I am 20 years old." Qian Dazhu thought for a moment and replied. "Pfft! Then you don't look like you are only 20. Looking at your face, which is dark and thick, I thought you were 20."
It's five or six!" Seeing Ren Zhilu's serious answer, the woman couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm 22 this year. In terms of age, you have to call me sister!'
Faced with the two women who were crying and laughing at times, Qian Dazhu couldn't help scratching his head and didn't know how to answer.
In fact, this was completely different from the fact that the environment he was in was full of rough guys. A young man who had gradually learned to be a company commander had no idea how to get in touch with women.
As everyone knows, at the other end of the Eight Immortals table, President Jia and his concubine looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
The fact that Qian Dazhu was able to come to his Eight Immortals table was obviously the result of the secret operation of the donor who donated tens of thousands of dollars to the Four Elements Group. Otherwise, how could the young lieutenant company commander just sit next to him?
He is very satisfied with Ren Zhilu, but it does not mean that his daughter will have two affairs. But now it seems that the two of them have a good relationship, and his daughter also likes Qian Dazhu. Otherwise, would she have made him call her sister as a joke?
Others don't care, but President Jia is very vague about his daughter. On the surface, she looks very fashionable, but in fact she is very traditional. Her personality is fierce and stiff, but deep down she is gentle and very independent.
I agreed to an arranged marriage, otherwise I wouldn’t have decided on my in-laws even when I was 22. At this age, I’m already considered an old girl. Otherwise, why would President Jia be so anxious!
Now it seems that what he did is very effective.
"Captain Qian, how about I take a picture of you?" the woman suddenly said.
"Okay!" Ren Zhilu quickly dusted himself off and stood up.
"Click!" The shutter sounded, the flash flashed, and the young company commander's free and easy and generous look remained on the film.
"Captain Qian, do you want me to take a photo of your brothers too?"
"Okay!" Qian Dazhu's face showed joy.
Brothers, who doesn’t want to send a photo of himself in uniform and full of energy to his family, so that they can remember him, and more importantly, tell them that he is still alive?
"that is.....
Remembering that her mission was to accompany these 'celebrities' and introduce the program to them, Ren Zhilu's eyes showed embarrassment.
"You young people can do your own thing, but little girls are naughty by nature. If you say something inappropriate, please forgive me, Captain Qian!" Chairman Jia Da was naturally happy to do this, and he just said a few words of humility out of habit.
"How can that be possible? How can that be impossible!" Qian Dazhu shook his head like a rattle.
I don’t know whether it’s because I don’t want to take the trouble! Or because women will never be naughty. But the adults at the table all laughed.
The woman who had originally been humbly called naughty by her father and looked unhappy now turned slightly red for no apparent reason. She directly pulled Qian Dazhu's sleeves and urged: "Go! Go! Otherwise the party will start soon."
At this time, several programs have been performed. Since the first two programs were well-received and aroused the mood of the military and the people, the subsequent military formations and the North China Bangzi opera were slightly more exciting. Only Li Jijin
The infantry company's drama-style skit won applause from the audience.
It was a real battlefield story that the students in charge of the rehearsal were inspired by the skit performance form mentioned by Tang Dao and performed it in the form of a drama. It was the Japanese plane attack during the Battle of Baihe Port. Three officers were ordered to drive a car to lure
The scene where the Japanese plane lowered its altitude to shoot, and finally shot down the Japanese plane, and all three officers died.
Of course, the stage could not produce images of airplanes and flying bullets. The previous stories were all narrated in front of a microphone, but what was performed later was that of the officer’s younger brother Yang Shoucheng, the well-known coward in the army. No longer afraid of bullets, in the wreckage of the vehicle
He dug out his cousin's body and carried him back to the military camp.
The story is true, and the actors have also experienced that day. Yang Shoucheng, who has been promoted to corporal, did not cry this time. Although his eyes were dim with tears, his determination made everyone in the audience doubt that he would become a man with two things.
warrior.
In fact, he already is.
Loss and setbacks are hard to accept, but it is also possible for people to transform and be reborn. This is life!
At the middle of the party, Tang Dao was invited to the stage by Tantai Mingyue, who was the host, to draw a lottery.
Tang Dao drew a total of 20 numbers. Each winning number was punished with two yuan, which was distributed on the spot. Although the money was not much, the lucky ones on stage were as excited as if they were children receiving lucky money from their elders during the New Year.
He is a thick-skinned man, but he is very lucky. Captain Li Jijin and Li Dal got the two pieces of ocean. He even got in front of the microphone and announced that he would not give the two pieces of ocean to his wife and children, and would invite him to join the company in the evening.
Brothers drink.
However, he asked all the brothers in his company to roar together and ask Chief Tang to perform a show for everyone.
This is great. There are hundreds of people from an infantry company below, collectively shouting: "Commander Tang, come here, Commander Tang, come here!"
In the end, it wasn't just an infantry company shouting, it was all the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment present, and the whole crowd shouted together.
The sound could probably be heard in Zhengzhou City, which is more than twenty miles away.
Good guy, this is bullying me for not piracy, right? Tang Da Tuanzuo, who was rushing to put it on the shelves, looked at his fiancée who was looking at him with eyes full of teasing, and his heart was crossed, and he said: "I have sung a few military songs, and they all say that ruthlessness may not be true.
Hero, why don't you pity your son and not your husband? Then I will sing a love song!"
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