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Chapter 42 The pre-dinner song is pure torture!

"There is no need to tidy up the hygiene. Check the placement of items. If there is no problem, quickly review "Song of the Artillery Brigade"."

"Whoever is on duty today should go to the cafeteria quickly. Don't wait for the whistle. Go early. Remember to review the next song. Don't wait until you finish."

Back in the dormitory, Chen Ming began to make arrangements quickly.

"Don't be so nervous, right?" Ma Dazhu said suspiciously: "The class monitor just reminded us that our requirements for the pre-dinner song are not strict."

"Are you confused?" Chen Ming slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "What is this week?"

"You're in good physical condition." Everyone was puzzled.

"Yes, the physical fitness week focuses on physical fitness. The pre-dinner song is to boost morale and enhance team cohesion. What else can improve these things better than singing the military song of our own brigade?"

"What's more, you don't know who our squad leader is? If this matter wasn't urgent, he wouldn't even mention it."

"Yes, you are right to listen to Brother Chen." Wang Shuaibing was the first to react, and found the note from his cabinet that the squad leader had written the song for him.

"I also think it's not wrong to practice. Just listen to the class deputy." Wei Chongchong responded the second time.

With the two of them taking the lead, the other recruits also panicked and felt that what Chen Ming said made sense.

They all took out pens and paper and started copying lyrics.

They were assigned to learn to sing this song a few times last week, and it was okay to hum a few times, but it was not up to the point of singing from beginning to end.

Chen Ming, in line with the attitude of learning early and never losing, memorized the entire song. It may not be possible to sing well, but there is no problem in simply shouting it out.

It can roar at high or low levels.

The temporary meeting held by a group of squad leaders at Zhao Lifei's side didn't last long, and Zhao Lifei rushed back to the dormitory before dinner.

Strolled around the dormitory to check the housekeeping situation, found no problems, and strolled out again.

Wait until the watchman outside blows the muster whistle.

Chen Mingcai started to lead a group of people to the cafeteria.

The recruit company's cafeteria and dormitory building are not together. From the entrance of the training ground, the cafeteria is on the right and the dormitory is on the left.

There is a fairly wide assembly area at the entrance of the cafeteria.

It is estimated that when it was built, the gathering area was made particularly wide to allow the soldiers to sing songs before meals.

Enough to accommodate a hundred or ten people.

As soon as the team leader left the dormitory, Chen Ming frowned slightly. The atmosphere was indeed different during the physical fitness week.

After the students on duty usually blow the assembly whistle, there is no one in the open space in front of the cafeteria.

But today, none of the new recruits have arrived. Company commander Guo Yuanzheng, platoon commander Jiang Peng, and squad leaders have all gathered at the door.

Judging by the posture, it doesn't seem like there is a good thing.

"What am I doing?" In the team, Ma Dazhu stared at the door of the cafeteria, "Old Chen, you are such a tough-talking fortune teller."

"I'm afraid Lianli will teach us a lesson before we eat today."

"Fortunately, I just reviewed the military songs, otherwise I will definitely be in trouble later."

"Well, cheer up." Chen Ming was a little helpless. He hoped that he had guessed wrong. The army singing was not a nightclub outside. It had music accompaniment and a group of people danced wildly to express themselves.

Singing here is not about talent, but lung capacity and high pitch.

As the deputy of the first class, Chen Ming naturally had to abide by Zhao Lifei's strange rules, he was the first to arrive at training and the last to arrive at meals.

Leaving the dormitory is just the whole team working for a long time, when all the other classes have set off and arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Chen Mingcai took people there.

"Comrades, after a week of adaptation, I believe you have become accustomed to the military lifestyle."

"This week is positioned as a physical strengthening week, so before eating, we need to sing a military song of our artillery brigade to boost morale."

"The requirements are not high, all you need is for each comrade to open their voices, sing with momentum, and sing with the spirit of our artillery, come on, all squads get ready."

Company Commander Guo Yuanzheng's simple opening remarks ended.

Chen Ming and the others were arranged at the gathering point of each class. There were eleven classes and eleven stations in the recruit company, arranged in order.

After the company commander finished speaking, the platoon leader Jiang Peng took over the company commander's position and said loudly: "Come on, each squad will be ready, and the squad leader will do a good job of supervision. I will start, and the comrades will sing together."

"Through the wind and rain, through blood and fire, the glorious artillery brigade, under the banner of the army, gathers and prepares~"

"Sing." Chen Ming roared, warning everyone in the group.

Zhao Lifei's face-saving character must not let him slip at this time.

Their side was fully prepared. The moment Chen Ming roared, it didn't matter whether the other classes sang or not, they took over anyway.

"Howling artillery shells, patrolling the air and sky, flying ballistics, igniting the fire of loyalty."

"Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, use me in the first battle on the battlefield, use me in the first battle."

The military songs can't be sung by one person, and they don't have any momentum. Even if they are sung by a group of people, even if they are out of tune, they can still be called magnificent.

The first class did really well here at the beginning. With Chen Ming taking the lead and his outstanding voice, Zhao Lifei was really impressed.

But when other classes catch up with the rhythm, he is not satisfied.

He came to Chen Ming with eyes wide open, listened attentively, and then moved to Wang Shuaibing.

"Where's the voice? You're grinning so loudly, what's the voice? I can't hear it."

"Zhu Guangzhi, Miss Ni is going out? You don't even open your mouth, who are you fooling?"

"Wen Junchao, do you have a cassette? You will sing for a while and then there will be no sound. Sing for me. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you. You are used to it."

Zhao Lifei glanced at everyone with his eyes wide open. The black face was at most ten centimeters away from them, and the feeling of oppression was extremely strong.

Chen Ming didn't care so much anymore, he closed his eyes and just yelled. At the beginning of singing, there was still some rhythm to speak of, and he simply didn't care about the rhythm after that.

As long as the voice goes out, there will be no trouble.

Class [-] is pretty good here, after all, Chen Ming reminded them to review in advance, and the monitors of the other classes were not there after exercises, so they didn't practice much.

I can’t remember many of the lyrics, let alone sing them out loud.

"Traveling through mountains and rivers, chasing dreams for you and me, the artillery brigade of the new era, the mission calls me"

"Where's the voice? Where's the singing? Your mouth is made of gold, can't you open it?"

"What about you, you have a pig brain, your mouth, open your mouth, why are you raising your head so high?"

Chen Ming closed his eyes and could only hear the out-of-tune singing and constant yelling around him.

The artillery brigade sang over and over again, and no one dared to stop until the "leaders" gave an order to stop.

Many classes failed to sing the entire song the first time. One class took the lead and they followed suit.

The overall sound is raised in the second pass, but it still does not meet the requirements.

A group of squad leaders kept yelling and threatening, as if they were intentionally tricking people. Anyway, they couldn't sing those two sentences well enough to stop them from eating.

Chen Ming sang it over and over again, his voice became hoarse, and he was speechless when he smelled the smell of food wafting from the cafeteria.

The current scene doesn't feel like training soldiers. It feels a bit like dog training. If you behave well, you will be given food. If you behave poorly, you won't even get a meal.

But no matter what the training was, a song was sung six or seven times, until all the recruits' voices were hoarse, and then they were allowed to disperse one after another and prepare to go in for dinner.

After this meal, I was really exhausted.

(End of this chapter)