Yuan Yi also knew a little about this "Soul-Suppressing Tower".
Although it doesn't have as much negative energy as a toilet, this negative energy is still quite strong.
However, during the century of humiliation, China lost a large number of precious cultural relics.
Everything else is fine, but the Japanese devils are delusional and want to suppress our motherland's national destiny, and still attempt to dominate the world.
Yuan Yi thought for a moment and realized that the Soul-Suppressing Tower was not in Tokyo, but in Miya City.
Miya City is not close to Tokyo; even by car, it takes some time.
Just as Yuan Yi was deep in thought, Lin Weiqi walked over directly.
He plopped down next to Yuan Yi.
"Brother, your idea is really good."
"I felt really excited when I was waving our mother's national flag just now."
"It's like my blood is rushing to my head!"
It turns out that Yuan Yi's idea was to have him run from one end of the stage to the other before each performance, holding up our mother's national flag.
Then he runs back to the center and waves, so that the audience, whether at the scene, in the live broadcast room, or in front of the TV, can see him.
This can be seen as a way of letting our mother's national flag fly over the Japanese invaders' territory.
"Hey bro, shouldn't you guys be singing 'The Big Sword March' together now?"
"That's the song that sent chills down the spines of the Japanese devils, 'The Big Sword Slashes Down on the Heads of the Japanese Devils'!"
Yuan Yi glanced at Lin Weiqi and nodded expressionlessly.
It's obvious what this guy is up to.
All I wanted was to stand on the stage with the bugle and blow it along with them.
Otherwise, why would he have thought of forging a bugle?
Yuan Yi thought about the scene in his mind, and it didn't seem so bad.
Last time it was just me singing, but this time it's a big chorus.
Before the grand chorus, seven bugles sounded directly across the Japanese territory.
It definitely feels more exciting than a bugle call.
"Old Liu, Old Chen."
Yuan Yi shouted to the other five members of the song and dance troupe who were carrying bugles.
"When we go on the field, remember to blow the bugle first!"
Upon hearing Yuan Yi's words, the other five people quickly took out the small boxes containing the bugle from their backpacks.
Several people gathered around Yuan Yi.
"Brother, is it really true?"
"So, it's true, if we don't let you brag, all your efforts will be wasted?"
Upon hearing Yuan Yi's words, the group instantly became as happy as children.
The smile on her face was impossible to hide.
Time passed slowly as the two hosts appeared on stage.
Yesterday was a good day, and today is also a good day.
"Today, we are happy to present this performance with a strong Chinese flavor to all of you overseas Chinese, so that you can alleviate your homesickness."
"Next, our choir, led by Yuan Yi, will perform a song that has already been performed in this country."
"This song interprets the heroic fearlessness of the revolutionary martyrs of that time, as well as their revolutionary spirit of not being afraid of struggle."
"The March of the Big Swords." After the host announced the program, he left the stage again.
On another stage nearby, the symphony orchestra led by Shao Hua never left the stage.
"Dudududududududu".
"Dudududududududu".
"Dudududududududu".
At this point, the stage curtain had not yet been drawn.
The exhilarating bugle call immediately resounded at the scene.
Back then, our forefathers were short of weapons and ammunition, and whenever this bugle call sounded...
That was when they took up their broadswords and fought desperately against the enemy.
Back then, our mother's army was in such dire straits that the average soldier had less than three bullets. A regiment of over a thousand men had an average of three or four men sharing one gun.
Those predecessors fought against the enemy with their iron will, without logistics, supplies, or weapons.
In every battle, we let the enemy get close before engaging them.
They have no right to waste every precious bullet, because every bullet is hard-won.
After running out of bullets, he grabbed a large blade from behind and charged forward to engage the enemy in close combat.
The Japanese invaders back then were far better military personnel than our ancestors. They were well-trained, well-fed, and well-fed.
But even these Japanese devils, faced with the iron will and the sacred bodies of our forefathers.
Whenever the bugle call sounded, the countless figures charging towards the enemy across the mountains and fields became their nightmare.
They didn't know why these people seemed so fearless.
Knowing they were no match for them, they still bravely launched a suicidal charge.
"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep."
"Dudududududududu".
"Dudududududududu".
The bugle call rang out again and again, and countless Chinese people at the scene couldn't stop their tears from flowing when they heard it.
In the live broadcast room, the netizens and viewers in front of the TV also had tears in their eyes.
In many mountain villages on our mother's land.
Some frail elderly people heard the loud, melodious, and urgent bugle call coming from the television.
I tried my best to straighten my bent body and then saluted the national flag that appeared on the television screen.
At the scene, the curtain was drawn back.
This time, Lin Weiqi did not run around waving the national flag.
The seven of them stood in a row, each holding a bugle.
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