Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 813

After Gu Xishui sang a song "Serving the country loyally" on the stage, Ming Xin's great sword also fell into the scabbard.

The cheers and applause from the audience were so loud that even those "celebrities" who were used to seeing famous actors singing in the theater couldn't help standing up and applauding the performance of the two young soldiers on the stage.

The purpose of their coming here has never been to watch any show. It might be okay for a group of soldiers to fight the enemy, but what else can they expect from the show?A normal person wouldn't think too much about it.

However, the first program of the New Year's Gala of the Four Elements Group made these gentlemen blow up thunder, and the whole stage was chilled with a sword. love song.

Many people no longer hesitated to cast their votes into the ballot boxes placed nearby, and they were looking forward to the following programs.

The Four Elements Group did not disappoint. Next, a chorus of more than 30 guards sang - the Great Wall will never fall. Many soldiers present knew this song. It was surrounded by the Japanese army during the Four Elements War. The song that was 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, and the Yellow River will flow for thousands of miles." The audience who were sitting upright No matter how hard it was for the officers and soldiers to restrain their emotions, they followed the veterans of the guard company and whispered together.

Qian Dazhu, with a straight waist, sat beside an Eight Immortals table outside the thatched shed. It was the request of Chairman Jia of the Textile Association in Zhengzhou City. 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 table of the Eight Immortals, including President Jia, one of his concubines, and the owners of three other commercial firms, and then there was a girl who was pulled back from the stage by President Jia.

The girl should be a year or two older than Qian Dazhu. She was dressed very trendy, wrapped in fluffy fur, embroidered cheongsam inside, and her hair was curled into waves. The camera seen by Tai Mingyue.

This made Qian Dazhu a little nervous. He had never seen such a fashionable and good-looking 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 show. This is the program of our regiment's special operations squadron, and this is the program of the guard company.

He was so nervous that his old-fashioned appearance formed a great contrast with his young face, which made the fashionable young woman couldn't help covering her mouth and sniggering, which made Qian Dalianchang even more nervous. In the winter, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Fortunately, President Jia still understood the young soldiers around him, and glared at the woman to tell her to behave, which eased Qian Dazhu's embarrassment a little.

But at this time, the singing became louder and louder. It wasn't the veterans on the stage who raised their volume, but the officers and soldiers off the stage who were no longer satisfied with humming along in a low voice, and began to chime in loudly.

That was the voice of nearly 2000 people, and the voice on the stage at this time has been drowned out.

Waiting until the entire venue, the phrase "break the blood, wave your hands; be committed to the rejuvenation of the country; don't let the country be trampled on again; everyone shoulders the mission!"

The people looked at the soldiers who sat cross-legged on the ground and roared loudly together, they seemed to understand them, but they didn't seem to understand them.

Because although the singing is very passionate and moving, why are many people's faces filled with tears again, are they so emotional?
Of course, those who have not been on the battlefield do not understand.

Singing and singing, the days when the war was raging appeared in front of the officers and soldiers.

The shell exploded just ten meters away from him, and the whole world seemed to be left with only silence. He shook his drowsy head, only to see that the enemy had rushed up, and countless comrades jumped out of the trench. Either the bayonet was inserted into the enemy's chest, or they fell down in a pool of blood.

The position was held, and the corpses of comrades-in-arms and enemies were entangled with each other. I wanted to move it, but I had no strength at all, so I could only let my comrades lie in the cold mud.
If you just watch your comrades die, they will be blasted into powder by guns and guns, that's all. Death is like a lamp going out, it's just ashes to ashes to ashes.

But when the war was urgent and the Japanese army had already entered the trenches, they were forced to pile up the cold remains of their comrades-in-arms in the trenches as fortifications. The flesh and blood spattered by the shooting fell on his face, that flesh and blood was icy cold!
The cold ones are like ice cubes, and the frozen people are cold all over!

Then, the blood of those who have died and those who have not yet died, the cold blood and the hot blood, blended together, dyeing the entire trench red!It's like hell on earth.

Until the Japanese army retreated, the living people were like ghosts crawling out of hell, with blood dripping from their hair, and no one could recognize who they were without washing their faces.

Under the last blessing of his comrade-in-arms' cold and remnant body, the position was held.

But whenever the living people think of that scene, their hearts seem to have split in two.

Tears could not stop falling down the cheeks. The Great Wall was a great barrier built by the Chinese ancestors for the Chinese descendants to resist foreign invasion. Today, they will surely make this greatness continue.

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, but he still remembered his old squad leader and comrades in arms. Taozi, the deputy monitor of the communications squad, was the combat soldier, and he was the only one left.

Qian Dazhu has not shed tears for a long time since he survived the battle of Cangcheng and cried while carrying Brother Hai's remains, but today, he heard all the officers and soldiers shouting "The Great Wall will never fall!" At that time, Qian Dazhu could not hold back the tears in his eyes.

This made Miss Jia Jia Rongzhi next to him a little strange. She could understand the impassioned spirit of these soldiers, but she couldn't understand these rough men who looked at the weathered faces and sang a song and burst into tears. From her perspective , This is too full of emotions!
On weekdays, a woman with a carefree personality would definitely laugh at her, but for some reason, the tears in the eyes of this young officer, who was only in his 20s, made her feel pity. He must have remembered someone!
"Can you tell me the story of this song?" The well-dressed woman quietly handed Qian Dazhu a handkerchief and asked softly.

"No, no need for this!" Qian Dazhu waved his hands in a panic to refuse, and wiped his eyes with the military uniform.

"The Great Wall will never fall. It was sung by the group chief and the others during the First World War. I heard that it was taught by the deputy head Xie. At that time, they were alone guarding the Sixing Warehouse. Sing the March of the Big Swords, and the brothers in the Sixing Warehouse sing this when they are not fighting."

"Then you just now." Jia Rongzhi hesitated to speak.

"That's when I remembered my old monitor." Qian Dazhu lowered his eyebrows, and the shadow of the brim of his hat blocked his eyes.

However, the female intuition made the woman next to Qian Dazhu clearly feel the intense pain in his avoiding eyes.

During the Battle of Cangcheng, Qian Dazhu's second platoon could have withdrawn to hide from the artillery before going to the battlefield, but the Japanese army was so crazy that they rushed up against their own artillery shells, so they could only stay in the battlefield.

So, he watched helplessly as the 105 howitzer that could turn a radius of hundreds of meters into a sea of ​​flames landed in a trench dozens of meters away, rolled up the bodies of a dozen brothers more than ten meters high, and then fell on the ground. around.

It was not because of his good luck that he, a senior soldier, was able to live. This was also the pain of his life. It was after hearing the scream of shells, Brother Hai, who was two meters away from his side, threw him with a tiger pounce. Fall, and press your body against him.

The 105 howitzer exploded at a distance of less than 15 meters, and the air wave that could sweep everything directly swept away and killed all the last six people in the infantry squad. Only he and Brother Hai, who were lying on the corner of the trench, escaped this bad luck.

However, when he woke up and pushed Brother Hai who was lying on his body, he found that he was already dead.

A piece of shrapnel the size of a palm cut on his once extremely generous back. The huge kinetic energy almost cut the veteran who had joined the army for five or six years in half. Under such severe pain, he remained motionless until he died.

Brother Hai didn't leave a single word until his death. Or, he once said, but in the earth-shattering shelling, all human voices would be drowned out.

That's why Qian Dazhu went crazy and insane. Relying on the guns and grenades left by his dead comrades, he frantically ran in the trenches, shooting continuously, and single-handedly launched a counterattack against a Japanese infantry squad in front of him.

He didn't think about repelling the Japanese army, he didn't think about winning, and he didn't think about awarding meritorious service. He just wanted to die, kill a few more Japanese, die, and go to accompany his brothers.

Qian Dazhu, who had reached the state of ecstasy, miraculously avoided all the bullets fired by the Japanese army, as if all the comrades who died in battle were protecting him. The three groups of grenadiers fired a total of 18 grenades, all aimed at him alone. He didn't hurt him at all, but he killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers with machine guns and rifles, causing the Japanese team to fail to attack the position within 15 minutes.

Ultimately, hold out until reinforcements arrive.

With an extremely clear memory, following Qian Dazhu's low-pitched narration, all the people at the Eight Immortals' table fell silent.

They finally knew why those officers and soldiers would cry wantonly when they sang this song.

Because the current Great Wall of China is not built of bricks, it is life!

The strips used to be extremely lively, but now they can only become the lives of cold numbers!
"So, only you and a messenger named Tao Zi survived. I never expected that our army would fight so badly 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 destiny 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 woman.

He is restrained because of the beauty and fashion of the woman, but what makes him feel good about the woman in front of him is because she can empathize with him.

She can understand the suffering of the soldiers in front, that's enough, and moved Qian Dazhu very much.

"Bah, bah, bah, you can't talk nonsense if you celebrate the Chinese New Year. You have to live well and beat the Japanese devils alive. By the way, how old are you this year? How old are you in your 20s?" The woman tried to change the subject.

"After today is the Lunar New Year, 20 years old." Qian Dazhu thought for a while and replied.

"Pfft! Then you don't look like you're only 20. Looking at your dark and thick face, I thought you were 25!" Seeing Qian Dazhu's serious answer, the woman couldn't help laughing.

"I'm 22 this year. In terms of age, you have to call me sister!"

Facing this beautiful woman who was crying and laughing for a while, Qian Dazhu couldn't help scratching his head, not knowing how to answer.

In fact, this is a completely different concept from the fact that the environment he is in contact with is full of rough men. The young man who has gradually learned to be a company commander doesn't know how to get in touch with women at all.

As everyone knows, at the other end of the Eight Immortals table, Master Jia and his concubine looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Qian Dazhu's ability to come to his table of the Eight Immortals was obviously the result of a secret operation by this funder who donated tens of thousands of oceans to the Four Elements Regiment. Otherwise, why would the young lieutenant and company commander just sit next to him?

He is very satisfied with Qian Dazhu, but it doesn't mean that his daughter will like it, but now it seems that the two have a good relationship, and his daughter also likes Qian Dazhu, otherwise, would he call him sister as a joke?
Others don't know, but Mr. Jia is very clear about his daughter. On the surface, she looks very fashionable, but in fact she is very traditional. She has a lively and lively personality, but she is gentle in her heart, and she has her own opinions. Arranged marriage, otherwise, the husband's family will not be settled until the 22nd. In this era, at this age, you are already considered an old girl. Otherwise, President Jia would be so anxious!

Now it seems that what he did is very effective.

"Company Commander Qian, why don't I take a photo of you!" the woman said suddenly.

"Okay!" Qian Dazhu quickly patted the dust on his body and stood up.

"Crack!" The shutter sounded, the flash flashed, and the young company commander's restrained and shy look remained on the film.

"Company Commander Qian, would you like me to take a picture of your brothers as well?"

"Okay!" Qian Dazhu's face showed joy.

Brothers, who doesn't want to send back photos of themselves in full military uniform to their families, so that they can have a thought, and more importantly, tell them that they are still alive.

"that is."

Thinking that his task was to accompany these 'celebrities' and introduce the program to them, Qian Dazhu's eyes showed embarrassment.

"You young people do your own thing, but the little girls are stubborn, if there are any inappropriate words, I ask Company Commander Qian to bear with me!" Chairman Jia was naturally so happy, but he was habitually modest.

"How can it be! How can it be!" Qian Dazhu shook his head like a rattle.

I don't know if I don't want to bear it!Or that women will never be naughty.The adults at the table all laughed.

The woman who had been modestly called naughty by her father blushed a little for no reason at this moment, and directly pulled Qian Dazhu's sleeve corner, urging her repeatedly: "Go! Go! Otherwise, the party will be over soon."

At this moment, several programs have been performed. Since the first two programs have been full of applause and aroused the sentiments of the army and the people, the military performances and singing of North China's Bangzi opera in the latter part are a little dull. Only Li Jiujin The drama skits performed by the infantry company won applause from the audience.

It was a real battlefield story that the students in charge of the rehearsal were inspired by Tang Dao's skit performance and interpreted in the form of a drama. 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 couldn’t show the planes and bullets flying across the sky. The previous stories were all told by people in front of the microphone, but the latter was the officer’s younger brother Yang Shoucheng, the famous coward in the army. He dug out his cousin's body and returned to the barracks with him on his back.

The story is true, and the actors are also people who experienced that day. Yang Shoucheng, who has been promoted to a corporal, did not cry this time. Although his eyes were hazy with tears, he firmly convinced everyone in the audience that he would become a strong warrior.

In fact, he already is.

Loss and setbacks are unacceptable, but it is also possible for people to be transformed and reborn. This is life!

When the gala was at halftime, Tang Dao was invited by Tantai Mingyue, who was the host, to come on stage to draw a lottery.

Tang Dao drew a total of 20 numbers, and each winning number was rewarded with two yuan, which was handed out on the spot. Although the money was not much, the lucky winners on stage were as excited as if they received lucky money from their elders during the New Year when they were children.

He is thick-skinned, but lucky enough. Li Jiujin, Li Daliang, got the two ocean dollars, and even leaned in front of the microphone to announce that the two ocean dollars he took would not be given to his wife and children. Brethren drink.

However, he wanted his brothers from the whole company to shout together and ask Mr. Tang to perform a show for everyone.

This is a good move, an infantry company with hundreds of people below collectively shouted: "Mr. Tang, come one, Mr. Tang, come one!"

In the end, it wasn't an infantry company that shouted, but all the officers and soldiers of the Four Elements Regiment present, and all the people in the audience shouted together.

It is estimated that the movement could be heard in Zhengzhou City more than [-] miles away.

Good guy, this is bullying me, won't pirate it, right?Tang Datuan, who was driving the ducks to the shelves, looked at his fiancée who was full of ridicule and glanced at him, and said, "I have sung a few military songs, and they all say that being ruthless is not necessarily a hero. Why is Lianzi not a husband? Then I will sing a love song." Bar!"

(End of this chapter)