Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

The reunion of old friends was filled with emotion. Xian and Huang smiled at each other, then held each other's hands tightly, their faces revealing nostalgia for their student days.

After a brief greeting, the two moved to their desks.

Facing the inquiring eyes of his good friends, Director Xian smiled and began to talk about the difficult experiences he had had in the past year.

"It will take about another month for the documentary's post-production editing and music to be completed. When the time comes, remember to take some time to watch it. There are shots of Director Zeng and your old unit in the film."

"By the way, I was able to return home smoothly this time thanks to you. I must treat you to a meal some other day."

"If it weren't for your kindness, the comrades would probably have to endure the cold in the northern member states for a while. My lungs, which had just started to improve, might relapse."

According to Director Xian’s original plan, he and several teachers from Luyi would enter the country from Central Asia, and eventually return to the border area by land via Xingxing Gorge.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. When the group was about to reach the border, Sheng SC suddenly and openly defected, completely disrupting their return arrangements.

Fortunately, the Yellow River is strong enough.

After learning that Director Xian was a close friend of Huang, the second-in-command of the local garrison troops decisively stepped forward and personally escorted the comrades to the train to Kulun area.

Although his friend's tone sounded very nonchalant, how could Huang He, who had walked this road, not know the danger and sadness involved.

"Well, I'm glad you get home safely, but forget about treating me to a meal."

"My schedule is very tight recently. I have to leave after the opening ceremony of the Second Branch School. Besides, given our relationship, there's no need to go through all that nonsense."

Just as the two were reminiscing about the past, a young man dressed as a student ran into the backstage and brought the news that the ceremony was about to begin.

Hearing this, Lao Xian immediately stood up and adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror. When everything was ready, he looked at Huang He with a slightly apologetic look, indicating that he would go first.

Looking at the back of Old Xian leaving, the Fifth Master, who had been listening in, became interested. He nudged his senior with his elbow and asked curiously:
"Hey, who was that person just now? Your classmate in France? Why haven't I heard you mention him before?"

Unlike most of the first generation of students in the Republic of China who worked and studied, Huang He has never been an honest man who abides by the law.

Adhering to the principle that the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish, he made full use of the foresight of time travelers during his study abroad and made a fortune in the early days of the global economic depression.

Everyone who understands Laval’s economic policies understands them.

Relying on this huge sum of money, Huang He not only lived a relatively wealthy life in France, but also had enough money to help his fellow international students.

There was no other way. After the army reorganization expert returned to China, the position of the head of the European region remained vacant. The more capable, the more work. Huang was forced to take up the post.

Director Xian was listed prominently in his funding list.

The last tuition payment for the other party's advanced composition class and the cruise ticket when he returned to China in 1935 were all sponsored exclusively by the Yellow River Foundation.

It was during that period of common progress that the two of them forged a deep friendship.

Hearing the question from his junior from the Fifth Division, Huang He rolled his eyes helplessly.

"You used to love to wander around, but why do you stay at home so much after returning to China? You don't even know the director of the music department of Luyi, yet you still sing the songs written by him every day."

As soon as these words came out, the fifth-teacher's junior immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. His eyes were intriguing, as if he had encountered something interesting.

"Oh~it turns out to be him."

"It seems that my guess was correct. You do know the author of the Yellow River Cantata."

"Senior, do you think Director Xian would laugh out loud while singing the song "Defend the Yellow River"? In your words, does this count as being the number one 'anti-fan'?"

"Stop messing around! The ceremony is about to begin, watch carefully!"

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The auditorium of the Second Branch School is of very high standard and can accommodate more than 2,000 people at the same time. However, not only students came to watch the ceremony today, but also some representatives from various industries in Henan Province.

After the seats were allocated to the students first, those who didn't have seats simply sat on the floor.

Looking at the sea of ​​heads, the infantry expert couldn't help but feel a little worried, so he turned to the guard beside him and instructed:

"With so many people gathered today, everyone must remember all the steps in the safety plan. Pass on my order and have the military district command dispatch another guard company to be responsible for maintaining order at the scene."

"Notify Brigade Commander Chen and ask him and his comrades to keep their eyes open. If they spot any suspicious persons, arrest them immediately!"

"The opening ceremony of the Second Branch School must be held smoothly."

After explaining the precautions, the infantry expert slowly stepped onto the podium.

Although there were many people on the scene, if they were a military unit, they would only be one main force regiment. Boss Xu could easily handle a small scene of this level.

Facing the expectant eyes of his classmates, he first adjusted the height of the microphone, and then spoke confidently:
"Welcome to the opening ceremony of the Henan Branch of Heshan University. In my mind, an ideal university should be one with a strong academic atmosphere, positive thinking, simple and pragmatic style, and full of hard work and striving."

"Literature and science guide the ignorant, while politics and law advocate loyalty and bravery. Teachers set an example for people, while industry saves the poor. Healthy bodies and medical skills make the weak strong, and promote the glory of our nation for 4,000 years!" "I hope that every student can study hard and become an ambitious young person who respects morality, cultivates himself, strives for progress and kindness, cares about his country, and lives up to the times."

As a soldier, the infantry expert's opening remarks were concise and to the point, without any dragging of words.

After he finished speaking, the students in the audience stood up one after another. The deafening applause lasted for a long time, and the whole venue was filled with a youthful atmosphere.

When the time was right, President Xu looked at Director Xian and the chorus standing by backstage. Then he changed the subject and announced to the students and representatives from all walks of life:
"Next, let us invite the Anti-Japanese University Chorus, Luyi Chorus, and Heshan University Chorus to perform the chorus song, Yellow River!"

"Lyrics: Guang Weiran, music: Xian Xinghai. Conductor: Xian Xinghai!"

Hearing the call from the infantry expert, Director Xian immediately came out from the backstage, accompanied by a band and a choir consisting of multiple parts.

Unlike the 7th Temporary Division Military Band, which is a performing unit of mediocre level, these comrades are all experienced artists.

After they came on stage, they took their positions and waited for the conductor to recite the words before starting their performance.

Although the Second Branch School has not officially started yet, the students in the audience have a certain understanding of the music department. Now that they have seen the ace troops, everyone is holding their breath and looking forward to the performance of the choir.

"Comrades, music is our gun! When the country is suffering, we need to fight, and our gun can also defend our country!"

"Every note, every character can become a sword that pierces the enemy's heart."

"Please listen! Yellow River Cantata!"

As the performance progressed, everyone present seemed to be drawn by a powerful force and saw with their own eyes the majestic sight of the Yellow River flowing from the sky and the battlefield filled with artillery fire.

Soon, the music came to Chapter 7, Defending the Yellow River.

"But, sons and daughters of the Chinese nation, who is willing to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep? We are determined to win. We will defend the Yellow River! Defend North China! Defend all of China!"

Meanwhile, backstage.

Before they knew it, Huang He and his junior had stood up. Through the gap in the curtain, they watched the choir's performance from a close distance.

It is still the seventh chapter, but today the Fifth Master has a different feeling.

After listening to the whole song, he reflected seriously: "Senior, it was my fault before. I shouldn't have joked with you about this song."

Seeing this, Huang waved his hand casually.

"It's okay, don't take it to heart, just be careful next time."

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In wartime, keep things simple.

The opening ceremony of the second branch school was successfully concluded in just seventy-five minutes.

After all the students and guests had left, Huang He drove the original team straight to the outskirts of Xinxiang. They were going to see off the Vietnam Aid Advisory Group.

When entering the airport, the first thing that comes into view is the C-54 Skymaster transport planes. Behind each transport plane, there is a company of soldiers ready to go.

In order not to delay the departure of the troops, the two deputy division commanders and the brigade commander went directly to the command tower.

"Comrades, I am xxx, I believe you all know me."

"Today is a special day. I am honored to be here to represent the border region and the headquarters to practice for everyone."

"Although the devils have suffered repeated defeats in the Republic of China, they are still ambitious. They have recently conspired to expand their war of aggression and enslave the people of all Asia in an attempt to save their dying fate!"

"In order to oppose the enemy's brutal aggression, to aid the liberation struggle of friendly countries, and to defend the interests of the Chinese people, the Vietnamese people, and the people of Asia! We will go to Vietnam and fight side by side with the Viet Minh to eliminate the common enemy and strive for a common victory."

The infantry expert's voice has an inspiring power. The few short sentences he just said were like the beating of a war drum, instantly making the blood of all the officers and soldiers present boil.

He looked around for a week, then took a deep breath and loudly ordered: "Everyone is here! Board the plane! Let's go!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the airport reached its peak in an instant, and the soldiers responded in unison with a roar:

"Kill the general! Seize the flag! Be the first to reach the enemy line! Break through the enemy lines! Kill!"

Fifteen minutes later, Captain Wang Hai, driving a Mosquito fighter, took the lead and rushed into the sky.

The extraordinary piloting skills, coupled with the world's most powerful twin-engine heavy fighter, made the Mosquito fly with the feeling of pulling onions out of dry land.

Looking at the escort formation that continued to climb, Huang He touched his chin and said regretfully:

"Alas, it's a pity that it's not Wusu Airport. Never mind, World War II fighter planes can't fall into the air anyway." (End of this chapter)