"You're such a fool that you can't even follow me!"
"Yaoma is right."
A group of people were talking at once, all looking up and asking Ayi questions. The Japanese soldiers on the other side were watching them in total silence. The singers didn't understand what the song meant, but the listeners did.
Ayi held up his pen awkwardly. Now that his mind was clear, he returned to his usual state of being the Ayi commander who was always questioned by everyone.
"Well, the meaning of this song is to persuade them to surrender, anyway." Ayi looked at everyone and explained a little haltingly,
"Don't you know Japanese?" Fanla asked doubtfully.
"Yes, I don't speak Japanese, but I've listened to these grandchildren singing this song so many times that I've memorized the Japanese pronunciation!"
"Okay, okay, okay, okay, a little shorter, a little shorter!"
"Yes, it's too long, and none of us brothers can remember it!"
"Okay, let's start over again."
…
We won again. Although there was nothing to be proud of in winning such a childish game, we were as happy as if we had won the war. We cheered and jumped for joy. We did not fire, and the other side did not fire either. It was like a rule that everyone tacitly agreed to.
Shuo Yu thought to himself, watching the other side start singing again, this really feels like a party, if there is no war now, if there is no Nujiang River between us that can wash people to pieces,
This party, which wasn't really a party, lasted for a long time. Even Shuo Yu ran outside the trench and sang a Japanese song he was very familiar with. He didn't speak Japanese, but he had heard this song many times. It was about cherry blossoms. In order to make his tune more accurate, Shuo Yu even asked someone to find him a board to use for beating.
"Sakura (Sakura), Sakura (Sakura)"
"Yano yi yu solova (late spring in March), niwakasukadili (cloudless and clear), kasukarammoyuka (like rosy clouds and white clouds)"
"You, you, you walk (fragrant and beautiful), Isaac (come quickly), Isaac (come quickly), Miyounukaen (let's go see the cherry blossoms together)"
"Sakura~! Sakura~!"
Anyway, I don't know if the people on the other side understood or not. Before Shuoyu finished singing, he was knocked down by Milong's big butt. Now the person on the stage was a Errenzhuan from Northeast China.
"What the hell is that? It's so bad it gives me goosebumps. Let me sing one, let me sing one!"
Shuoyu was pushed down by Milong. Milong saw that there was no danger and there was more fun so he had to come up to join in the fun. His loud voice finally came in handy. Shuoyu returned to the pile of cannon fodder and watched Milong's wonderful performance.
"August~mid~ah~autumn~ah~!" This fellow has his own gong and drum beats in his mouth, and he can be as good as an entire opera troupe.
Shuo Yu didn't know why he seemed to hear the voice of their leader. He turned around but saw nothing. He thought he might be hallucinating. He shook his head and continued to applaud and watch Mi Long dance.
But in fact, he was not mistaken. Long Wenjian had indeed returned. Kang Ya was driving the car. He went to the division headquarters to collect their artillery shells. A few boxes were enough to last for a long time. There were not only artillery shells in the car, but also several bags of military uniforms and shoes and other miscellaneous items. There was also a person, a "Yugong" and a "little ant" in Fanla's mouth.
While waiting to receive supplies, their regiment leader was sitting in a teahouse chatting when a "little ant" was attracted to him and followed him, saying that he wanted to see their position and what fighting was like. For some unknown reason, Long Wenjian dragged him to the Sacrifice Flag Hill.
Si La Si La was furious and had a cold face when he was inspecting the position. He wanted to show off, but in the end, they didn't fight with the enemy today. In the past, they might have fired one or two artillery shells or machine guns or something, just as if it was a meal, but today, they didn't.
Today, the east and west coasts are holding a "party", where they are competing not with bullets but with singing.
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