Chapter 115: Winning or losing is not a problem, the problem is strategy [7]
While eating, they discussed who was in their family. Whenever they mentioned their family, some of the younger soldiers' eyes became red.
Feng Jianche didn't dare to go see them, so she advocated singing and eating while singing, which would be enjoyable.
This kind of life made her feel like she was back in modern times, which made her happy for a time.
"How about this, how about I sing a line and you sing a line with me?"
Feng Jianche looked at everyone. She was holding a bowl in her hand and her face was red, because that's how eating hot pot is.
"good!"
The soldiers have never been so happy. Since leaving home, everyone has always listened to military orders in addition to military orders. It is rare to be so happy now, thanks to this military advisor, he is really a good person.
Not only do people look good, but they also help them time and time again.
Feng Jianche looked at them and remembered the song by Yang Jiajiang. She was going to teach them today, haha...
The sword is unsheathed, murderous, the wind is rising on the moonless battlefield, thousands of troops and horses are rushing alone, and he is a brave and good man;
The love of children, the accounts of past lives, how can I forget your smile while I'm alive, the tears of a beautiful woman, the breaking of a person's heart, the way it can kill someone is like rouge.
A farewell poem, two or three lines, written on the road to the spring rain in March. If I could still walk beside you with an umbrella;
Farewell poem, two or three lines, who will sing it for me on the road to hell? If I can die by your side, my journey to this world will not be in vain.
This was when she looked at the Yang family generals before, and she was so moved that her eyes watered, and Jiang Tian even laughed at her. But now when she sang this song, she thought of Nangong Jin. She wanted to pave the way for Nangong Jin, so
He won't be tired anymore.
All the soldiers were intoxicated listening to Feng Jianche's singing.
After a while, the entire military camp was filled with singing, which was prepared for the day after tomorrow.
Feng Jian Che sang again and looked at Nangong Li who was sitting in the seat. He looked at him with a smile. For some reason, when he saw Feng Jian Che, he felt at ease. Was it an illusion or something.
"Soldiers, if you are all fine, then we will continue to do what we did today next year."
Fengjian Che looked at the soldiers. In fact, he advocated today's hot pot party today because he wanted to improve the soldiers' trust in him and to go all out. No matter what the outcome, everyone must be well.
Feng Jianche turned around and looked at them, and sang his last song. Listening to this, the soldiers strengthened their confidence even more.
I remember that winter, we were with each other. Dreams were the only flames that we lit together. Our hair was long and shawl-shaped. The cold wilderness was uninhabited. With brothers and strong wine, we could keep warm.
When we talk about tomorrow, we always feel that there is unlimited hope. We always say that in another twenty years, we will still be a good man.
I still remember that twenty years ago, that group of ignorant teenagers kept their eyes open and their shoulders straightened to realize their dreams;
I still remember that persistent vow made twenty years ago. I forget forever, but I can’t forget that we shared the joys and sorrows back then.
We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we haven't had a good chat over wine. How could we have imagined that today, in the winter of twenty years ago, my long hair would be cut short one by one?
The cold wilderness is the same as before. Many of the heroes of the past have long since disappeared. Let alone tomorrow, because tomorrow is still ahead. Even if they have been separated for many years, they still care about each other.
In these twenty years, the world has quietly changed, my eyes have blurred and my face has aged, but my dreams have never faded;
In the past twenty years, we have gradually become braver. Even if we don't meet, we don't feel far away. We still have a tacit understanding with each other.
In the past twenty years, the world has quietly changed. I have become accustomed to being ordinary and have looked down on grudges. My dreams are still in my heart.
During these twenty years, the passion gradually settled. Life is too short. There are many twenty years, and some people become stronger over time.
Memories are like strings, holding on to too many memories. The songs from back then echo in my ears, who? I am filled with emotions...