Shuoyu and Fanla were still organizing their troops, planning to form a powerful formation.
They just need to wait for an instruction from the Henglan Mountain position, and then they can start.
"Are you ready, Ayi?"
"Wait, wait, okay~ Wait a little longer, they're not ready yet."
"Are you ready yet? Can you give me a definite answer at 13 o'clock?"
"Okay, okay, one, two, three!"
Then, thousands of people who had left their homes shouted out a word of unity and cooperation: "Takeuchi Renzan, you motherfucker!"
"Takeuchi Renzan, you bastard!"
"Takeuchi Renzan, you bastard!"
It seemed like everyone on the East Coast was shouting this, including Shuoyu himself. He actually felt a little ashamed, but when he shouted along with everyone, it didn't seem as shameful as he had imagined.
"Takeuchi Renzan, you bastard!"
"Takeuchi Renzan, you bastard!"
It seemed as if thousands of people were greeting Takeuchi Renzan's mother on the other side of the river at once. Amidst the noise, no one noticed that Shuo Yu was kind enough to greet Takeuchi Renzan's father as well, without discrimination.
This move effortlessly silenced Xi'an, but Shuoyu and the others cheered loudly as if they had won a victory.
Meng Fanle laughed and fell into Shuoyu's arms. Shuoyu covered his stomach and fell on the battlefield, with his mouth wide open. He now knew that laughing was also a form of torture.
It hurts so much, it hurts so much when he laughs!
Ayi was still standing there watching the flag signals from Henglan Mountain. The brothers from the main group expressed their gratitude to them, and cheers rang out around him.
The sounds from the other side of the river disappeared, which made them even more excited. Suddenly, a strange sound came from the west bank, like a saw. However, Shuoyu was not sure what the sound was, so he and Fanla lay on the trench and looked at the other side. He raised his gun, intending to give a signal and attack quickly if anything went wrong.
In such a long confrontation, it is difficult for people to maintain their anger. No one can do it. Numbness and stink bugs grow equally in everyone's heart.
He saw a guy on the other side of the river, wearing only a loincloth, wandering around and humming, as if he was doing something.
He felt it was a bit irritating and didn't want to look at it anymore. He turned his head to look at Fanla and Ayi.
Ayi asked curiously, "What is this?" He is from Shanghai, so he thought of Yue Opera.
Fanla is from Beijing, so he said it was Peking Opera.
Several different musical instruments sounded simultaneously in the enemy's position, mixing with each other, creating a chaotic atmosphere. Zhao Shuoyu thought that the guy was performing a shaman dance.
Fanla pressed down the muzzle of the new recruit's gun who was about to shoot.
"They didn't fire their guns just now. You have to know the rules."
Shuo Yu didn't understand where this rule came from. Who said you can't shoot? But he didn't want to shoot either, so he put the gun back on his back.
He turned around and saw Bu La, Yao Ma Snake Buttocks, and even Mi Long and the others were attracted by the excitement.
"What the hell is this for?"
"What are we doing? What are the rules?"
"You guys are back? The singers across the street are scolding us. It's so hot! Do you want to go up and show off your singing?"
Meng Fanle also turned around at this time and waved to Bu La, trying to trick him into going up to sing. He just couldn't swallow this breath.
"Not spicy, don't you like singing opera? Go up and sing a part?"
"I'm not stupid. One bullet could kill me! I'm not going."
The group of brothers behind him who like to watch the fun are not good people. They stopped him as soon as Fanla said so, and then they worked together to get Bu La up.
"I won't sing, I won't sing! Oh, you want me to die!" Bu La struggled, but it was useless as he was sent up by the combined force.
"Don't worry, you won't die, it won't burn the pot." Shuo Yu looked at his life-saving look and said to him, don't worry,
"Banxian'er, are you trustworthy?"
"When did I ever lie to you?"
"Okay, okay, I'll sing."
Bu La was pushed out of the trench, holding a few piles of grass to cover his head, and said to Fan La, "My name is Deng Bao, Fan La, remember it."
"Go, go!"
There were dozens of guns pointing at the west bank behind Bu La, but he didn't feel safe at all, so he sneaked over and tried to shout, but found that there seemed to be no bullets shooting at him. Then he shouted again, and found that the little Japanese guy on the opposite side really had a bubble in his brain, so he became bolder and sang Liu Hai Kan Qiao. His good brother Yao Ma was also pushed up to accompany him and sing together, but one spoke with a Hunan accent, and the other with a Sichuan accent.
"Sister Hu!!!"
"Why--!"
"My wife!"
"ah--?"
"Who are you comparing me to~Oh~!"
"I'll treat you, you bastard, as good as a cowherd, ah~~ not even a fraction~~!"
"Then I can't compare to you~oh~!"
"You have more than him—~!"
"Sister Hu, you are my wife~!"
"Brother Liu Hai, you are my husband~——!"
"Sister Hu, just follow me!"
"Brother Liu Hai, just go ahead, oh~!"
Bu La lived up to everyone's expectations. He twisted his waist, posed, and flirted. His singing was very vivid and beautiful. People on the other side stopped to listen to him. Shuo Yu even heard someone whistling at him, and he laughed secretly behind the veterinarian.
Bu La's pretentious and flirtatious voice with Hunan accent drifted across the east and west banks, accompanied by echoes. This place instantly became a big stage, a place really used for opera performances.
The other side may really want to fight with them in a ring match. You are better than me, so I must find someone who is better than you.
It can be said that after you finish your performance, I will take the stage. Today, I will argue with you!
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