Arc of Gunfire

After everyone was seated, Editor-in-Chief Oshanen took the commanding position.

There was only a small band in the orchestra pit.

Wang Zhong heard someone joking: "Aren't these band editors from their magazine? I remember they are all amateurs, right? Without a single professional musician, how can they perform?"

Another person replied: "I didn't even hear that they had this plan yesterday. Maybe it was just a temporary rush to put it on the shelves today."

"Perhaps this is just to make the general look embarrassed!"

"Since the general is going to make a fool of himself, what do they mean by saying hello just now?"

I don't know if it was due to the special structure of the concert hall, but Wang Zhong heard these gossips very clearly.

Lyudmila kept holding his arm, looking really scared to death that he drew his gun and shot randomly.

Wang Zhong couldn't help but comfort him: "What do you think of me? I won't draw a gun."

"You still said! You pulled out a gun when you went to the club yesterday! Maybe you have developed path dependence and subconsciously used to draw a gun to solve the problem."

Wang Zhong was speechless, but it was quite satisfying to have Lyudmila hold his hands like this, so he didn't say anything.

Editor-in-chief Oshanen was already ready on the podium. After exchanging glances with the solo singer, he gently raised the baton in his hand.

The music starts.

Wang Zhong felt relieved as soon as he heard the melody: it was a re-arranged version of Holy War, and he was so familiar with the rhythm that sounded like a heavy heartbeat at the beginning.

The musicians who were chatting just now all fell silent.

The fat male singer started singing. The words seemed a little different from the original words, but the overall tone was correct.

Wang Zhong was completely relaxed, knowing that this song would be a success - as long as the musicians were not unconscionable, they must admit that this was an excellent war song.

Suddenly, Wang Zhong's arm was pinched so hard that he couldn't concentrate on listening to the song, so he could only turn his head to look at the person who caused the pain.

Lyudmila's eyes were moist, and she pinched Wang Zhong's arm wildly while wiping the runny nose with a handkerchief.

Being pinched like this by his fiancée, Wang Zhong couldn't concentrate on listening to the song. He could only look at the situation around him. He found that most of the noble ladies had tense faces, while the old men all looked moved.

Good guys, noble ladies have never been to the battlefield and don't care about war, so they have no feelings. Are you gentlemen naturally moved by the tragedy in the song?

But Wang Zhong immediately saw an exception: Princess Olga had stood up in the box and pressed her hands on the railing of the box.

This kind of theater is designed to have the best listening experience when seated. Olga's practice of standing up during the performance was actually impolite.

But the Crown Princess probably doesn’t care about this much.

When the song ended, the whole theater became eerily quiet.

The next moment, the Crown Princess took the lead in applauding. While applauding, she shouted: "Great, I seem to see my brother charging decisively towards the enemy!"

No, it actually has nothing to do with personal bravery. This is a song that praises the entire country and the fighting people, Your Highness Princess!

When Wang Zhong seriously considered whether to stand up and explain to the princess, Professor Vladimir Bradsky stood up: "This is not only a praise of personal bravery! In my opinion, this song praises They are thousands of ordinary people flocking to the battlefield.

"This song praises the entire Ant nation! This song does not use any fancy arrangement techniques. If my students handed in such an assignment in music theory class, I might not give high marks. But as a war song Song, it’s perfect!”

As soon as the professor finished speaking, someone retorted: "The lyrics of this song say 'people's war'. Isn't it appropriate to use it at the state funeral of the Crown Prince and Duke Rokosov?"

"Yeah," someone echoed, "it's like a song tailor-made for the church, especially the carol-like chorus."

Olga spoke again: "No! It's very suitable! My brother will definitely like this song! He will!"

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered that he seemed to be a relative of the person enjoying the state funeral, so he said after the princess: "When I wrote, I also thought of my father's face and the smile of my best friend Ivan! Do you want to question it? Do I have a deep relationship with the two warriors who died for their country?”

All those who had objected just now were silent.

At this time, the leader of the Yebao Orchestra said: "I have to admit that this song is very good. Although the melody is indeed the melody that General Rokossov hummed last night, but... the listening experience is completely different from when the Major General hummed it yesterday. ah.

"Can I ask who arranged this piece? Could it be that General Rokossov arranged it himself? I don't think the general has such professional qualities..."

Wang Zhong admitted generously: "Yes, I am not the arranger, nor am I even the lyricist. I just provided a melody, and it was the arranger who expanded it into music."

The band leader immediately showed a victorious smile: "Then the composer only wrote the major general's name. Isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Bradsky said: "I know the person who put the music of Major General on the score. His character determines that he will never take credit for himself. Believe me, even if this song has 70% to 80% It's his credit. As long as the original song comes from Major General, the composer will not be signed, absolutely not."

When the professor said this, he was completely bragging about his son. He was as proud as a fisherman who caught a fish weighing ten kilograms. He wanted to have someone carry the fish around the world, using a loudspeaker as he walked. boast.

At this time, Princess Olga said: "I think the music for state funerals and public memorials should be based on this. General Rokossov, can you still write it?"

Wang Zhong was really afraid that the princess would call him Alyosha in public, but he didn't. Instead, he called him "General Rokossov", which was very good.

Last time she seemed to have just called Alyosha, but this time she may have used a more formal title because she was worried about the public occasion.

Wang Zhong: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, as you know, I'm actually not good at music. When I was a child, you and Your Highness Ivan played the piano and the violin, and I could only clap and play the rhythm next to you. I can't even play the drums.

"I heard this song in my dream, so I remembered it."

What Wang Zhong means is that the world I traveled through before was just like a dream.

As a result, everyone gasped when these words came out.

Wang Zhong was stunned, what happened?

Lyudmila whispered in his ear thoughtfully: "Saint Andrew once said the same thing. He heard the melody in a dream, so he wrote it down."

... St. Andrew is a senior? Or did he really hear angels singing to him? After all, this world really has mysterious power.

Rather than the latter, Wang Zhong hoped that St. Andrew would be his predecessor.

At this time, Professor Bradsky broke the silence: "Then the first song is decided! I think we should organize an orchestra to study immediately, and then go to the train station to perform!

"Young people from all over the country are on their way to the front line. They need this song to boost their morale!"

The band leader didn't answer. Another tall, thin gentleman stood up and said, "Okay. Sir, band leader, I think the band should start rehearsing this song immediately and try to perform at the train station tomorrow morning."

Wang Zhong asked Lyudmila: "Who is speaking?"

"The deputy leader of the orchestra is very close to the church." Liu Xia replied.

Good guy, the church has penetrated into every aspect.

The regiment leader stared at the deputy regiment leader for a long time before saying: "You are right, Alexandropov, you go organize the rehearsal."

The deputy leader immediately saluted, then strode onto the stage and asked the editor-in-chief Oshanen for the music score.

When he came down with the music score, he also saluted Wang Zhong.

Like a wilted carrot, the band leader cleared his throat and said, "Then let's continue the process and start the selection..."

"I want to listen to this song again." Princess Olga interrupted the group leader, "What is the name of this song?"

Editor-in-chief Oshanin on the stage rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "It's called the night of July 15th in Agsukov."

Wang Zhong wanted to laugh. Vasily took the time of Heng's song as the title.

The key point is that he remembered the time wrong. This was the night he met Alexeyevna.

Oshaning looked at Wang Zhong: "Your Majesty General, is this...that's the name?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, this song is called "Holy War"."

Princess Olga: "Did you also hear it in your dream?"

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yes, St. Andrew told me."

I had stepped on a thunderstorm unconsciously just now, so I might as well step on it harder and scare these insects.

Sure enough, these words stirred up waves again.

But Crown Princess Olga smiled happily, as if she only regarded this as a joke: "Major General Rokossov, you are so funny."

Wang Zhong also smiled.

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A little later, the Basilica of Mary of the Eastern Saints.

Patriarch Belinsky took a sip of Triani and made a sound of satisfaction.

At this time, an inquisitor came in with a report: "Your Majesty, this is the piece that Major General Rokossov just sent to the magazine Ant Modern Music."

"Oh? Major General Rokossov can also write songs? Didn't I hear last night that he offended the entire music industry? Why, are you still writing songs to win back?

"This is not good. One person cannot be an all-rounder. There is no need to be so proud in music."

Belinsky said and made a gesture to the inquisitor to bring over the music.

The judge immediately handed the score to Belinsky.

"Well," Belinsky couldn't understand the music score. He only glanced at it and then threw it down and asked, "How did the musicians react?"

"I was very shocked. Even the leader of the Yebao Band, who had a problem with the major general, thought it was a good song."

Belinsky was shocked: "Really or not?"

He picked up the tune again: "This...oh, there are words, let me take a look...'Let the noblest anger roll like waves! Carry out a people's war, a sacred war'..."

The Patriarch looked at the inquisitor: "Go and ask the Propaganda Office. Isn't this the word they gave the general?"

"No." The judge said firmly, "Both the Propaganda Department and the Poetry Department said it was none of their business."

Belinsky raised his eyebrows: "Go and investigate the situation of Filipov, the author of this lyric. And make sure again whether this was written by the general."