Shuo Yu listened to the opposite side seeming to sing the Japanese military song, and became serious. He knew that he could not defeat this posture alone, so he was defeated and retreated to the pile of old cannon fodder leaning against the trenches to watch the excitement.
Then, the sound started to come from Henglan Mountain again. It was He Shuguang again, shirtless, acting as the conductor, playing the accordion on his shoulders. He really loved to be in the spotlight, especially this kind of useless spotlight. Shuoyu thought that the people in Henglan Mountain might be as bored as them.
It was a song that even Shuoyu was very familiar with. This song, which he had sung more than once, floated along the Henglan Mountain position all the way to their flag-sacrificing slope. The number of people on Henglan Mountain was much greater than that on the flag-sacrificing slope, and the voices of the people singing together were also much louder. No one wanted to lose.
“The flags are fluttering, the horses are galloping, the spears are on the shoulders and the swords are on the waists, the blood is boiling like a raging tide——!!!”
"The flags are fluttering, the horses are galloping, good men, good men, good men! Serve your country today--!!!"
"Rise up and don't be an old sick man, unite and don't be scattered and mocked——"
"Rise up and don't be an old sick man, unite and don't be scattered and mocked--!!"
The singing made us at Jiqipo feel excited. Shuoyu thought to himself and stood up involuntarily. Everyone around him couldn't help but look at Henglan Mountain. Just like that day, they envied this kind of excitement.
I don't know who among them sang the first line, but Jiqipo finally joined in the excitement, just like the lyrics.
"Rise up and don't be an old sick man, unite and don't be scattered and mocked——"
"Rise up and don't be an old sick man, unite and don't be scattered and mocked--!!"
"The flags are fluttering, the horses are galloping, the spears are on the shoulders and the swords are on the waists, the blood is boiling like a raging tide——!"
"The flags are fluttering, the horses are galloping, good men, good men, good men serve their country today--!!!"
Fanla beside Shuoyu was crying and singing. Another Ayi beside him was also singing with a trembling voice. Even he himself was singing. Sometimes he even felt that he was not singing. He was just standing far away from here and watching these bastards singing. Everyone looked ugly at this time. They all looked like yakshas, with dusty faces and tattered clothes, like beggars, bandits, or refugees.
To do this kind of thing requires a fool. He Shuguang is a fool. Not only is he a fool, but from Shuoyu's point of view, he is also a bit of a middle school student. He is too hot-blooded.
So his enthusiasm also ignited many fools who said they were already cold.
They repeated the last line for a long, long time, so long that the guys on the other side racked their brains to come up with a Chinese song to suppress them again.
This was the second time the guys on the other side sang in Chinese. The first time they called Yu Xiaoqing a headless ghost. This time they sang "Farewell". It was different from the impromptu Chinese and Japanese mixed jingle. They sang this farewell song very in tune. They must have learned it before, otherwise they would not be able to sing it.
"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the horizon—~!"
In the midst of such a melodious song, an angry guy rushed out of the trench of the Flag Memorial Hill, pointing at the guy on the other side and shouting. It was Ayi. At this moment, he was extremely angry. He shouted, "This is our song, you are not allowed to sing it!" The guy on the other side singing this song was simply a huge insult to Ayi, who was a guy who cared about us very much.
Just like the military rank he once cut out of tinplate, this song is ours and they can't sing it!
When Shuoyu and Fanla dragged Thirteen Point back to the trench, all they saw was a guy with tears streaming down his face.
Meng Fanle came up with an idea. If we could sing their songs,
At this time, Ayi seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He always carried a small red notebook and pen with him. He had the habit of writing diaries and memos. They also developed the habit of peeking at Ayi's diaries and memos.
Ah Yi just lay down in the shooting range of the east and west banks and started writing something. Fortunately, they were not fighting today, so he did not have to worry about this 13-point man who was blinded by anger being killed by a bullet.
It should be said that Ayi has a good memory and a good pen. The medals on his chest are not earned in vain. He recalled a song that made West Coast shut up.
"Huoleilawa (the country is ruined and the family is ruined), Wei Na (disaster is on the horizon), Du Niao Du Wu (to save the country from ruin), Mo Zuo Yu (all depends on my compatriots)"
"She's the aunt (we are all), three coins to each other (laborers), Cui Ku bird Hua Si to fish (now it's time to wake up)!"
"Ama Tawu (Put down your gun), damn Wanala (If you put down your gun), Hua Ta Kuzi (I will put down my gun too), Mozi Guiwa (Where are we going), Valetci Yukuweiji Saijuno Kuku Sainomuoduo (To the Chinese army)!"
Ah Yi was singing at the top of his lungs, and the group of guys followed suit at the top of their lungs. Although they didn't know what the screams meant, especially the last sentence was a little too damn long, no one could keep up, and in the end they just shouted along blindly.
Fanla was angrily moaning, Milong's face looked as if he wanted to kill someone, most people looked at Ayi with blank expressions, Shuoyu leaned against Doubing and smelled the sour and spicy street food smell coming from him, while moaning along with Fanla.
"Isn't this too damn long?!"
"No, what does this all mean?"
"That's right!"
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