May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

Just at this moment, a tall figure appeared at the door. Sheng Ning recognized Xu Qigang at a glance. There was no way that he had a strong sense of existence.

Xu Qigang brought in Wu Houhai, Chen Baoshan, Li Duoxi, and several military personnel. The temperament of all the fighters in the canteen suddenly changed, like a sharp sword, saluting in a uniform movement, loudly shouting in unison: "Hello captain!"

The simple three words cover the mountains and rivers, making people's chest tremble slightly, as if they can hear the sound of blood running.

Xu Qigang brought everyone back to a military salute, "Stop!"

"Yes!"

Xu Qigang's sharp eyes passed from the position of the middle art troupe, and then he took people to the position of the senior officer for dinner.

"Dai Bin, you won't give up your position if you don't have Dai Bin. Our first battalion people will follow along." Wu Houhai said in a loud voice.

"Yes, yes!" The soldiers of the first battalion saw that the battalion commander supported them, becoming more unscrupulous.

Chen Yingjie glanced at the female soldiers disgustingly, and said angrily: "Don't shame me for the four battalions, show your skills."

Originally a simple military song before a meal, suddenly became a strong smell of gunpowder.

The five-body throw that Sheng Ning immediately admired for the commander Chen was definitely a clear stream in a mudslide.

Dai Bin immediately looked solemn, his eyes swept over everyone, and he said loudly: "Since everyone has given this opportunity to show up, we have to go around and not shame us at the Fourth Camp. If anyone dares to be ashamed, do it for me. Preparations for the 20-kilometer cross-country."

"Instructor rest assured." Singing is a masterpiece of the art troupe, and everyone present was not afraid, and replied loudly and cheerfully.

Many of the veterans of the art troupe cleared their throats and said first: "Then I will sing the blood-stained style today and dedicate it to the party, the country and the heroes in my heart."

"Okay..." The others applauded, everyone standing straight. As the clear and sweet voice sounded, everyone present sang along: "Maybe I will not come back again when I say goodbye. Do you understand. Do you understand that maybe I fall and won't get up again. Do you have to look forward to it forever? If That's right, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained demeanor..."

In the dining hall with more than 1,000 people, the soldiers had deep voices and solemn expressions. Standing in it, Sheng Ning genuinely felt the sound of blood beating in his chest.

The artillery fire on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang has just gone out. Although the bullet rain, desperate protection, and the defying charge have not been seen in person, they can be clearly felt through oral and television newspapers.

At the end of the song, there was warm applause in the cafeteria. Even the corners of many people's eyes are slightly moist, and their turbulent moods can't calm down.

The blood-stained demeanor is a song commemorating the battle of southern Xinjiang, and the soul-stirring story is unforgettable. This represents the power and sacred dignity of the new China.

The descendants of the War Wolf Regiment have all experienced wars with Xu Qigang. Listening to the familiar melody, they can't help but think of the days when there was a lot of bullets. The atmosphere in the cafeteria was a little dull for a while.

"Okay! Whoever eats the table and washes the dishes after the meal." Dai Bin yelled, and the soldiers who fell into silence swarmed with their lunch boxes to pick up vegetables and meals. The speed was dazzling.

The old **** Xu Qigang sat in his place, slightly lowered his head as if there was no military song in the unexpected face, but his clenched fist on the table revealed his emotions.

PS: It’s embarrassing to cover your face... That’s all there tonight, I will try to replenish everyone later and go to sleep...