Rise From Eight Hundred

After Gu Xishui finished singing "Serve the Country with Loyalty" on the stage, Mingxin's sword fell into the scabbard.

The cheers and applause from the audience were deafening, and even those "celebrities" who were used to watching famous actors perform in the theater stood up and high-fived the two young soldiers on the stage.

Their purpose of coming here was never to watch any show. It might be okay for a group of soldiers to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but what can they expect from the show? Normal people would not think too much.

However, the first show of the Four-line Group New Year Gala made these gentlemen explode with thunder and a sword light chill the entire stage. The passionate song "Serve the Country with Loyalty" was different from the most popular love songs on the radio now.

Many people no longer hesitated and directly cast their votes in the ballot boxes placed around, and they were also looking forward to the following shows.

The Sihang Group did not disappoint. Next, more than 30 people from the guard company sang a chorus - "The Great Wall will never fall". Many soldiers present knew this song. It was a song that the soldiers sang in the building surrounded by the Japanese army during the Sihang Battle.

Many people were familiar with the lyrics, but when more than 30 veterans of the guard company sang this song again, especially when they sang "The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River will surge...", the officers and soldiers who were originally sitting upright could no longer suppress their emotions and sang along with the veterans of the guard company.

Qian Dazhu sat upright next to an eight-immortal table outside the straw shed. It was the request of President Jia of the Textile Association in Zhengzhou City. He said that since the officers and soldiers could sit in the open space, he could too.

There were seven or eight people sitting next to the eight-immortal table, including President Jia and one of his concubines, the owners of three other businesses, and then a girl who was pulled back from the stage by President Jia.

The girl should be one or two years older than Qian Dazhu. She was dressed very fashionably, wrapped in fur on the outside, wearing an embroidered cheongsam inside, with her hair permed into waves, and holding a camera that Qian Dazhu had only seen at Tan Tai Mingyue's place.

This made Qian Dazhu a little nervous. He had never seen such a fashionable and beautiful girl, let alone such a close contact. She sat upright at the Eight Immortals Table and only introduced the "celebrities" at the Eight Immortals Table at the beginning of the program. This was the program of the special operations squadron of our regiment, and this was the program of the guard company.

The nervous and somewhat old-fashioned appearance formed a great contrast with his young face, which made the fashionable young woman couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, which made Captain Qian even more nervous. In the winter, beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.

Fortunately, President Jia Da was quite understanding of the young soldiers around him. He glared at the woman to make her behave, which slightly eased Qian Dazhu's embarrassment.

At this time, the singing became louder and louder. It was not the veterans on the stage who raised the volume, but the officers and soldiers below the stage were no longer satisfied with humming along quietly, and began to sing loudly.

That was the voice of nearly two thousand people, and the voice on the stage at this time had been drowned out.

When the whole venue was filled with the words "Break through the bloody road, wave your hands; commit to the rejuvenation of the country; let the land be trampled again; everyone take up the mission!"

The people looked at the group of soldiers sitting cross-legged on the ground and roaring loudly, seeming to understand them, but also not quite understanding.

Because although the singing was very passionate and moving, why did many people's faces again covered with tears, so full of emotions?

Those who have not been to the battlefield certainly don't understand.

As they sang, the officers and soldiers all recalled the days of war.

The shells exploded just a dozen meters away from me. The whole world seemed to be silent. I shook my dizzy head and saw that the enemy had rushed up. Countless comrades jumped out of the trenches, either with bayonets stabbed into the enemy's chest or fell in a pool of blood.

The position was held, and the bodies of comrades and enemies were entangled with each other. I wanted to move them, but I had no strength at all. I could only let my comrades lie in the cold mud.

If I had to watch my comrades being blown into powder by guns and cannons even if they died, that would be fine. Death is like the extinguishing of a light, and it is just dust to dust.

But when the war was urgent and the Japanese army had already entered the trenches, they were forced to pile up the cold and hard remains of their comrades in the trenches as fortifications, and they set up their guns and lay on the remains of their comrades and desperately shot at the Japanese army. The blood and flesh splashed by the bullets on the remains of their comrades fell on their faces. The blood and flesh were cold!

It was as cold as ice, freezing people all over!

Then, the cold blood and hot blood of the dead and those who were not dead yet blended together, dyeing the entire trench red! It was like hell on earth.

Until the Japanese army retreated, the living people were like ghosts crawling out of hell, with blood dripping from their hair. If they didn't wash their faces, no one could recognize who they were.

Under the last protection of the cold remains of their comrades, the position was held.

But whenever the living people thought of that scene, their hearts seemed to have been split in two.

Tears could not stop flowing down his cheeks. The Great Wall was built by Chinese ancestors for the descendants of the Chinese people to resist foreign invasions. Today, they will surely make this small wall continue to exist.

Since he was sitting in the VIP customer area, Qian Dazhu suppressed his excitement and did not sing with the officers and soldiers in the field, but he still thought of his old squad leader and comrades. In the second platoon where he used to be, except for Taozi, who had become the deputy squad leader of the communications squad, he was the only combat soldier left.

Ever since he survived the Battle of Cangcheng and cried while carrying Brother Hai's remains, Qian Dazhu hadn't cried for a long time. But today, when he heard all the officers and soldiers shouting "The Great Wall will never fall!", Qian Dazhu couldn't help but tear up.

This made Jia Rongzhi, the eldest lady beside him, a little strange. She could understand the passion of these soldiers, but she couldn't understand these rough men with frosted faces who burst into tears when they sang a song. From her point of view, this was too emotionally dry!

If it were normal days, a woman with a carefree personality would definitely laugh at her, but somehow, the tears in the eyes of this young officer in his 20s made her feel pity. He must have thought of someone!

"Can you tell me the story of this song?" The fashionable woman quietly handed Qian Dazhu a handkerchief and asked softly.

"No, no need for this!" Qian Dazhu waved his hands in a panic and wiped his eyes with his military uniform.

"This song, The Great Wall Will Never Fall, was sung by the regiment commander and his men during the Sihang Warehouse Battle. I heard that it was taught by Deputy Regiment Commander Xie. At that time, they were trapped alone in the Sihang Warehouse, and the people in the opposite concession sang the Broadsword March. The brothers in the Sihang Warehouse sang this song after the battle.

"Then you just..." Jia Rongzhi hesitated.

"That's because I remembered my old squad leader. "Ren Zhilu lowered his eyebrows, and the shadow of the brim of his hat blocked his eyes.

However, the woman's intuition made the woman next to Ren Zhilu clearly feel the strong pain in his eyes.

In the battle of Cangcheng, Qian Dazhu's second platoon could have retreated to hide from the artillery before going to the position, but the Japanese army was too crazy and rushed up with their own shells, so they could only stay on the position.

So, he watched the 105 howitzer that could turn hundreds of meters into a sea of ​​fire fall into the trench dozens of meters away, rolling up the bodies of more than a dozen brothers more than ten meters high, and then falling all around.

And the fact that he, a private, was alive was not because of his good luck, but also because of his life. Pain, that was after hearing the whistling sound of the shells, Brother Hai, who was two meters away from him, pounced on him and pressed his body on him.

The 105 howitzer exploded less than 15 meters away, and the air wave that could sweep everything directly swept away and killed the last six people in the infantry squad. Only he and Brother Hai, who were lying in the corner of the trench, escaped this luck.

However, when he came over and pushed Brother Hai, who was lying on his body, he found that he was dead.

A palm-sized shrapnel cut into his once extremely broad back. The huge kinetic energy almost cut this veteran who had been in the army for five or six years in half. Under such severe pain, he did not move until he died.

Brother Hai died, There was no word left, or rather, he once said, but in the earth-shaking bombardment, all human voices would be drowned out.

So, Qian Dazhu went crazy, insane, relying on the guns and grenades left by his dead comrades, running madly in the trenches, shooting continuously, and launching a counterattack against the Japanese infantry squad in front of him alone.

He did not think about repelling the Japanese army, failed, or rewarded for meritorious service. He just wanted to die, kill a few more Japanese, and then die to accompany his brothers.

Qian Dazhu, who reached a state of selflessness, miraculously dodged all the bullets fired by the Japanese army, as if all the dead comrades were protecting him, and the three groups of Japanese grenade launchers A total of 18 grenades were fired, all aimed at him, but he was not hurt at all. Instead, he killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers with machine guns and rifles, resulting in the Japanese squad failing to attack the position within 15 minutes.

Finally, they held on until the reinforcements arrived.

With extremely turbid memories, as Qian Dazhu whispered, everyone at the Eight Immortals Table was silent.

They finally knew why those officers and soldiers shed tears when they sang this song.

Because the Great Wall of China today is not built of bricks, but of lives!

The lives that were once extremely vivid but can only become cold numbers now!

"So, only you and a communications soldier named Taozi survived. I didn't expect that our army fought so badly on the front line." After listening to Qian Dazhu's story, the woman couldn't help but shed tears.

"It's nothing, don't be sad. As soldiers, it is our destiny to die on the battlefield. My brothers won't go too far. I will find them eventually. "Qian Dazhu was a little flustered to comfort the woman in front of him who was in tears.

He felt comfortable because the woman was beautiful and fashionable, but what made him like the woman in front of him was that she could empathize with him.

She could understand the suffering of the soldiers in the front, which was enough, and Qian Dazhu was very moved.

"Puh, puh, puh, you can't talk nonsense on New Year's Day. You have to live well and beat the Japanese devils alive. By the way, how old are you this year? In your 20s?" The woman tried to change the subject.

"After today is the Lunar New Year, 20 years old." Qian Dazhu thought for a while and replied. "Puchi! Then you don't look like you are only 20. Seeing your face is dark and rough, I thought you were 25 or 26!" The woman couldn't help laughing when she saw Ren Zhilu's serious answer.

"I am 22 this year. In terms of age, you have to call me sister!'

Faced with these two women who cried and laughed at the same time, Qian Dazhu couldn't help scratching his head and didn't know how to answer.

In fact, this is a completely different concept from the environment in which he is exposed to all rough guys. A young man who has gradually learned to be a company commander has no idea how to get in touch with women.

As everyone knows, at the other end of the Eight Immortals table, President Jia and his concubine looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

The fact that Qian Dazhu was able to come to his Eight Immortals table was obviously the result of the secret operation of the donor who donated tens of thousands of dollars to the Four Elements Group. Otherwise, how could the young lieutenant company commander just sit next to him?

He is very satisfied with Ren Zhilu, but that does not mean that his daughter will have two affairs. But now it seems that the two of them have a good relationship, and his daughter also likes Qian Dazhu. Otherwise, would she have made him call her sister as a joke?

Others don't care, but President Jia is very vague about his daughter. On the surface, she looks very fashionable, but in fact she is very traditional. Her personality is very aggressive and stiff, but deep down she is gentle and very independent. I agreed to an arranged marriage, otherwise I wouldn’t have decided on my in-laws even when I was 22. At this age, I’m already considered an old girl. Otherwise, why would President Jia be so anxious!

Now it seems that what he did is very effective.

"Captain Qian, how about I take a photo for you?" the woman suddenly said.

"Okay!" Ren Zhilu quickly dusted himself off and stood up.

"Click!" The shutter rang, the flash flashed, and the young company commander's free and generous look remained on the film.

"Captain Qian, do you want me to take a photo of your brothers too?"

"Okay!" Qian Dazhu's face showed joy.

Brothers, who doesn’t want to send a photo of themselves in uniform and full of energy to their families, so that they can remember them, and more importantly, tell them that they are still alive.

"that is.....

Remembering that her mission was to accompany these 'celebrities' and introduce the program to them, Ren Zhilu's eyes showed embarrassment.

"You young people will do your own thing, but little girls are naughty by nature. If you say something inappropriate, please forgive me, Captain Qian!" President Jia Da was naturally happy to do this, and he said a few words of humility as a habit.

"How can that be possible! How can that be impossible!" Qian Dazhu shook his head like a rattle.

I don’t know whether it’s because I don’t want to take the trouble! Or because women will never be naughty. The adults at the table all laughed.

The woman who had originally been humbly called naughty by her father and had an unhappy look on her face turned slightly red for no apparent reason. She directly pulled Qian Dazhu's sleeves and urged: "Go quickly! Go quickly! Otherwise the party will start soon."

At this time, several programs have been performed. Since the first two programs were well-received and aroused the mood of the military and civilians, the subsequent military formations and the North China Bangzi opera were slightly more exciting. Only Li Jijin The infantry company's drama-style skit won applause from the audience.

It was a real battlefield story that the students in charge of the rehearsal were inspired by the skit performance form mentioned by Tang Dao and performed it in the form of a drama. It was the Japanese plane attack during the Battle of Baihe Port. Three officers were ordered to drive a car to lure The scene where the Japanese plane lowered its altitude to shoot, and finally shot down the Japanese plane, and all three officers died.

Of course, the stage could not produce images of airplanes and flying bullets. The previous stories were all narrated in front of a microphone, but what was performed later was that of the officer’s younger brother Yang Shoucheng, the famous coward in the army. No longer afraid of bullets, in the wreckage of the vehicle He dug out his cousin's body and carried him back to the military camp.

The story is true, and the actors have also experienced that day. Yang Shoucheng, who has been promoted to corporal, did not cry this time. Although his eyes were dim with tears, his determination made everyone in the audience doubt that he would become a man with two things. warrior.

In fact, he already is.

Loss and setbacks are hard to accept, but it is also possible for people to transform and be reborn. This is life!

When the party was in the middle of the party, Tang Dao was invited to the stage by Tantai Mingyue, who was the host, to draw a lottery.

Tang Dao drew a total of 20 numbers, and each winning number was punished with two yuan, which was distributed on the spot. Although the money was not much, the lucky ones on stage were as excited as if they were children receiving lucky money from their elders during the New Year.

He is thick-skinned, but he is very lucky. Captain Li Jijin and Li Dal got the two pieces of ocean. He even got in front of the microphone and announced that he would not give the two pieces of ocean to his wife and children, and would invite him to join the company tonight. Brothers drink.

However, he asked all the brothers in his company to roar together and ask Chief Tang to perform a show for everyone.

This is great. There are hundreds of people from an infantry company below, collectively shouting: "Commander Tang, come one, Commander Tang, come one!"

In the end, it wasn't just an infantry company shouting, it was all the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment present, and it was all the people shouting along with them.

The sound could probably be heard in Zhengzhou City, which is more than twenty miles away.

Good guy, this is bullying me for not piracy, right? Tang Da Tuanzuo, who was rushing to put it on the shelf, looked at his fiancée who was looking at him with eyes full of teasing, and his heart skipped a beat, and he said: "I have sung a few military songs, and they all say that ruthlessness may not be true. Hero, why don’t you pity your son and not your husband? Then I will sing a love song!"

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