"The broadsword cuts off the heads of the devils, the broadsword cuts off the heads of the devils, brothers armed across the country, the day of the war of resistance has come, the day of the war of resistance has come, and in front of us are the volunteers from the Northeast..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the audience was shocked and stared blankly at He Zhenzhong on the stage. The passionate tunes, sonorous and powerful voice full of fighting spirit, coupled with the military spirit exuding from his body. The masculine aura makes people feel hot when they hear it or look at it. →School he he.∵
But these are small things. The key point is that the content is really exciting.
This is the capital of Japan, Tokyo. Here is a banquet held by the Japanese. Senior Japanese government officials, business celebrities, and celebrities gather here, but as soon as He Zhenzhong opens his mouth, he cuts off the Japanese's head with a big knife. This can't help but make people imagine.
After hearing what the translator said, the faces of those little devils turned livid. Their eyes were blazing, staring straight at He Zhenzhong. They wanted to pounce on him and tear him apart. Isn't this a naked slap in their face? In this kind of situation, On this occasion, he stabbed them one by one with a knife in front of their faces and called them devils. How could this make them feel happy?
More importantly, they begged He Zhenzhong to come up and sing.
Damn it, the much older Japanese Foreign Minister couldn't help but cursed in his heart. He gritted his teeth and stood there to endure it, feeling like his days were like years. But He Zhenzhong had already asked him just now, and he confirmed that he wanted to Singer, we can't pull He Zhenzhong down now and sew his mouth shut, right? Besides, he doesn't have the courage.
“We, the Chinese army, march forward bravely and keep our eyes on the enemy!
Destroy them, destroy them, charge!
Slash the devils’ heads with the big knife—kill them!”
It wasn't until He Zhenzhong finished singing that the little devils were relieved one by one. However, their expressions were extremely ugly and they stared at He Zhenzhong unkindly. However, they were helpless. After all, they were the ones who begged him to sing. Anyway, in their hearts I just have the urge to vomit blood.
After singing the song, He Zhenzhong looked at the Japanese Foreign Minister with a smile on his face, "It's rare for me, General, to be in a good mood today, so I'll be a favor and let you sing a few more songs."
Damn it.
The foreign minister's body trembled, his face was horrified, his teeth were almost broken, and he still sang? Then wouldn't it become a Chinese revolutionary song? He knew very well that those songs were either to kill the Japanese or to kill them. I want to kill their devils.
He could only laugh twice quickly and said: "The general sang very well, but I don't know if he can sing a pop song? After all, the people present are all young, hehe, hehe."
He Zhenzhong just shrugged and hummed: "What counts as popular? Are there many people who listen to it and sing it? These songs are very popular in China. If you turn on the TV, half of the TV stations are playing these songs. And these songs All of them are classics. We 1.3 billion people are singing them. Isn’t it popular enough?”
puff.
That guy wanted to vomit blood. His face and expression made him almost cry. This God of Death was really bullying people. Can China bully people like this because of its large population?
All the Chinese people present laughed. These little devils are so mean. The God of Death has no intention of doing anything. These guys insist on looking for trouble. Now I want to cry. I asked for it.
The representatives from various countries lamented that the consequences of going against the God of Death are really miserable.
"Hehe, hehe." In addition to giggling, the Japanese foreign minister's head was in a state of confusion. He was a little horrified to find that after the strength of the two sides reached a balance, the people of their Yamato nation seemed to be much worse than the people of the Chinese nation.
Ichichi, this made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Could it be said that the great Yamato nation is really inferior to the Chinese nation?
It is not polite to come back and forth, so He Zhenzhong naturally did not intend to let these little devils go. Looking at the little devil's foreign minister, he said lightly: "As we all know, your Japanese writing is a copy of my Chinese writing, but you know that there are
Does one word suit you well?”
What?
All the little devils were stunned and stared at He Zhenzhong in confusion. However, seeing the mocking look on his face, they felt uncomfortable again. Although it was true that they copied Chinese characters, they would not admit it.
Now, they must figure out which word it is.
·······Ask for flowers·····
Many little devils looked at each other and began to think individually. Many of them were even making phone calls quietly to inquire about Japanese experts and professors outside.
Time passed like this minute by minute.
ten minutes later.
A thin layer of cold sweat has appeared on the foreheads of many little devils, but they still haven't figured out what the word is, and the so-called bricks and beasts haven't explained why.
"General, you can't play word games with us, can you?" the little devil's foreign minister spoke.
"Do I have that much free time?" He Zhenzhong shrugged and snorted, "If you can't think of anything, you can't think of it, so why bother making excuses."
...........
The guy shut up immediately, but his face was as gloomy as water. He Zhenzhong's words were really too rude. He didn't have any grace and magnanimity of a superior. Every word he said was slandering their country, Japan. Damn it.
"Come on, just by your behavior of randomly splitting our Chinese characters, you can tell that you can't figure it out." He Zhenzhong snorted, "I'm telling you, it's the word Tian."
Tianzi?
Everyone was puzzled, even Chinese diplomats.
He Zhenzhong asked the Chinese diplomats to find paper and pen, write the word "田", hold it up, and said: "Let's see if this word is perfect for describing you Japanese."
"How do you say it?" The little devil's foreign minister squeezed out each word through his teeth.
He Zhenzhong smiled and raised his left hand, "Look, block the sun on the left and right, block the sun on the right and left, block the sun on the top and below, block the sun on the bottom and above, take out one horizontal one to lie down, and remove one vertical one to stand.
Isn’t it very suitable for you Japanese to enjoy the sun? Anyway, you all like the sun so much, all kinds of sun.”
Clang.
The whole place was quiet, everyone fell into a daze, and even the wine glasses held by many people fell to the ground. No one expected that He Zhenzhong actually gave such an explanation, this, this, they didn't know