Even Hu Yong laughed blankly: "Haha, so he's afraid of needles. And he calls himself a hero?"
Hu Yong also said, "Looking at his physique, he looks more like a bear."
Song Yuanchao quickly said, "Alright, alright, stop talking. He's not like Sam and the others; he can't take a joke. Be careful he wakes up and beats you up!"
Wang Baodao himself dared not, but he said to Yue Zhongqi, "We can't lose face or our morale. Captain Yue, how about this, could you give us a boost?"
He's a complete idiot, even a needle makes him dizzy, but he's so arrogant.
Young people are competitive; if they can't do it, they'll urge Yue Zhongqi to step up.
Yue Zhongqi was also unhappy because the Russians denied his father's glorious achievements.
He nodded and said, "Even if Miss Chen wins against him, we won't be arrogant. Let me think about it carefully. When he wakes up, we must teach him a lesson and make him respect us."
Song Yuanchao was a little angry: "Are you alright? What time is it? As the team leader, how can you lead the infighting?"
Yue Zhongqi said, "He doesn't admit that they lost at Zhenbao Island."
Song Yuanchao, having studied abroad, had a broader perspective. He said, "Let him say what he wants. Zhenbao Island is ours anyway. Besides, it's old news, why are you so concerned?"
Yue Zhongqi said, "It's my border, and I won't give up an inch of it. What I care about is principle."
As they were talking, the Russian guy woke up, grinning: "A bunch of cowards!"
Song Yuanchao clicked his tongue, thinking to himself that this guy was as well-behaved as a baby in front of the boss, but once he stepped outside, he seemed to be getting a bit too arrogant. He needed to be taught a lesson. What should he do?
The snake venom had spread to the nerve endings of both Maozi and Hu Yong. Bloodletting at the Ten Xuan points was the fastest way to restore their strength. In this respect, although Maozi was more seriously injured, he recovered faster than Hu Yong.
After catching his breath, he gave a thumbs up and smiled: "That was great."
He was completely numb and dizzy when he stood up, but after Shi Xuan released some blood, his mind cleared up immediately.
Song Yuanchao hurriedly asked, "Are you feeling alright? After a day of recovery, can you go to the battlefield tomorrow?"
The Russian guy smirked coldly: "I can do it now. I can even dance the soldier's dance."
For him, the difficulty of the soldier's dance was even greater than going to the battlefield, which is why he said that.
Everyone was stunned for a moment. Yue Zhongqi slapped his forehead, then suddenly squatted down and took two hopping steps: "You mean the political commissar dance?"
The Russian guy, who was always aloof and arrogant, actually broke down a little at this moment: "You can do that too?"
Yue Zhongqi laughed and said, "Dude, I'm definitely better at dancing than you."
What Russians call the "soldier's dance" is known domestically as the "commissar's dance." It's like a Chinese person talking about swordsmanship, but then a local resident steps forward and claims their swordsmanship is better than China's—it's something that would make them a laughingstock.
Mao Zige not only didn't believe it, but was also very angry, even feeling that Yue Zhongqi was insulting him.
He struggled to his feet and began to sing and dance on the spot. As soon as he hummed, Wang Baodao took out his harmonica and played it. Surprisingly, it worked perfectly. With his hands outstretched, Maozi Ge began to dance gracefully. Yue Zhongqi was astonished when he saw this.
Because despite his chubby and clumsy appearance, the Russian guy is actually quite agile. When he dances, all his muscles move gracefully, and I must say, he dances really well.
Especially the difficult squatting and leg-raising move, he spun around like a top.
Yue Zhongqi said to Chen Rou, "Goodness, now I finally believe how An Shan, who weighs 200 jin, managed to charm Yang Guifei with his dance. This fat guy is really quite a sight to behold when he dances."
As he spoke, Maozi turned around, extended his hand in invitation, and the onlookers all said, "Captain Yue, give us a dance!"
Yue Zhongqi first waved his hand: "Forget it, I can't do it, I won't jump..."
But as soon as the Russian guy smiled smugly, he suddenly spun around, hugged his calves with both arms, and did a big spin all over the place. Sure enough, he was just as good as the Russian guy.
The Russian guy wasn't having it, so he started humming a famous song called "We Are Looking Forward to Victory" while clapping along. In China, it's called "The Political Commissar Is Not Here Today," a particularly cheerful but also very difficult piece.
The two danced together, and if Hu Yong hadn't dodged in time, he would have been stepped on.
But they both danced equally well, with no clear winner.
Seeing that Wang Baodao was getting into it, he took off his hat and clapped along to keep the beat, joining in the fun.
Upon seeing this, Chen Rou gave the two young men a push and also pushed Song Yuanchao, saying, "Go jump!"
Maozi also grabbed Song Yuanchao's hand and pulled him in, but he really couldn't jump. Surrounded by a group of people, watching them hug their knees and tuck their legs, it took him a long time to finally squeeze out.
The Russian guy was so excited that he danced three songs in a row. The army doctor called out to him several times, trying to pull him out of the dance, but he just wouldn't listen and insisted on continuing to dance.
Of course, when he traveled thousands of miles abroad to work, he found a group of people who were more like his own people than he was. It's like when a Chinese person goes to the rainforest or the Amazon to travel and gets stranded, but then meets a fellow Henan native selling instant noodles. It's like a long-awaited rain after a drought, or meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
It is also a snapshot of historical memories left behind from a period in history when people worked together.
As Maozi jumped around, he pulled Yue Zhongqi into his arms. Wang Baodao immediately changed the music to the famous "Katyusha." Yue Zhongqi felt something was off, but given his physique, he could only play Katyusha.
So, the Russian guy dragged him along and forced him to dance a waltz.
But even so, Mao Zige's musical talent wasn't over yet. With a push of his feet, he could even dance ballet.
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On the other ships, everyone who heard the noise gathered around to watch.
Sam and Ram, enjoying the commotion, also poked their heads out of the cabin and looked in their direction.
Chen Ke had just finished talking with the chief of staff when he came out and immediately laughed: "Haven't danced in a long time, have you?"
The chief of staff said, "Back in the day, this was a performance evaluation task. If you didn't do it well, you'd lose three days' worth of food rations."
They were busy doing other things, while Secretary An and Xiao Kuangzai were watching with great interest from the window. Suddenly, Secretary An's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "Boss, come and see, our wife is dancing too."
Actually, Chen Rou herself couldn't dance, but the original owner of this body could dance ballet.
Moreover, the Russian guy was dancing a classic, "Swan Lake," a Soviet-style ballet that the original owner was quite familiar with. The Russian guy was looking at everyone with a smug look, as if he had won. But then he saw the proprietress lift her feet, raise her arms like a swan, and start spinning.
The fat swan has left the stage, and the real white swan is now dancing on the warship.
Nie Zhao had heard the music long ago, but he wasn't moved at all. When he heard that his wife was dancing, he pushed aside Secretary An and Kuang Zai and climbed onto the window.
Sure enough, not far away, on the deck of another warship, his wife was dancing gracefully.
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