The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

“Sizzle~!”

"The following is a radio announcement. If you ignore the warning again and aggravate the situation in the region... and threaten the region..., we will fight to the end~!"

"Imperialism is a paper tiger. Their barbaric actions will eventually backfire!"

The sonorous and powerful voice from the radio rang out from the loud speaker.

They had been standing solemnly around the tents for a long time, and walked out of their hidden trenches one by one, looking up at the loudspeaker broadcasting the news.

"I'll stick with you till the end~!"

"I'll stick with you till the end~!"

Some people took the lead, while others followed behind. The shouts gathered together like a tsunami, echoing through the valley and scaring away many birds and beasts in the jungle.

After enduring humiliation for so many days, the comrades finally saw a glimmer of hope. Facing the constant provocations from the planes, they gritted their teeth and observed the discipline, but people have backbone.

Looking at the pots and pans smashed into a mess outside the house, and the roof of the house being constantly damaged and tiles falling down, the owner of the house was terrified and couldn't sleep all night.

The anger threshold reached its peak during this eyewitness experience. Upon hearing the voice on the radio, everyone present clenched their fists and waved them vigorously.

The comrades all understand the principle of "the lips and teeth are cold when they are gone". The comrades also understand that the other side is flexing its muscles and showing off its force at the doorstep. Seeing them waving sticks and bullying others, the comrades are almost getting their back teeth crushed.

Today, the command center finally started to make a different voice than before. This foreigner who relied on his strong body to bully others everywhere should have been beaten up long ago.

What do you call this? This is called popular support. When the spirit and energy are gathered together and everyone unites together, the power can be unleashed.

Everyone in the art troupe was among the shouting crowd. Li Nan, who was used to seeing life and death and had an indifferent look on her face, also raised her weapon high and shouted out her thoughts.

"Comrades, I am very pleased. This time, I have seen your growth. You are all very brave, especially Li Nan. I would like to commend you!"

“They were not afraid. They rushed to the front and participated in the fight immediately. This kind of bravery and fearlessness is worthy of learning for all of us~!”

"But I don't want everyone to be like her, because I brought you here, we are a group, the situation this morning is a little special, and what she did was also a subconscious reaction of our comrades, so I can't criticize her, I have to praise her~!"

"But I hope that our delegation will still act as a group. I brought you here, so I naturally hope to bring all of you back intact. This is my responsibility as the political commissar~!"

Political Commissar Ning nodded at Li Nan with a serious face as a sign of approval, and took the lead in applauding this young but brave girl. Compared with other cultural and artistic soldiers, the political commissar still hoped that the regiment could have more soldiers like Li Nan who were responsible, accountable, and dared to take the lead.

To be a soldier means to be a soldier with blood, brave and tenacious, and not afraid of sacrifice. This is the oath made in front of the military flag when being awarded the rank. As a commander and leader of the condolence group, he must sympathize with the officers and soldiers and ensure the personal safety of every subordinate as much as possible.

Different positions have different responsibilities.

He admired Li Nan's bravery. No one wanted to see his subordinates ignore their injured comrades, but he hoped that everyone would follow his orders and work towards the same goal.

"Pah pah pah~!"

Although he did not receive any thanks from the injured players, the recognition from everyone in the group was Li Nan's greatest honor today.

She didn't need to be thanked for treating the wounded. What she did, as Political Commissar Ning said, was her subconscious reaction.

"Well done! You are the best soldier I have ever led!"

Xiao Suizi hugged Li Nan's shoulders. As the squad leader, she was really happy for Li Nan this time. It was a great honor for her to be able to train such an outstanding soldier.

"There are loyal bones buried everywhere in the green mountains, why should we return home wrapped in horsehide? Comrades, reality has taught us another lesson, but we must not forget the reason why we came here. The weapons of the engineers are shovels and telephone lines, the weapons of the infantry are guns and tanks, and the weapons of our art soldiers are our deafening voices and the musical instruments in our hands."

"Today, the consolation performance work must be carried out smoothly. We cannot support the front line, but we must take our actions to support the soldiers on the front line, boost morale, and unite the spirit. There, the performance stage is our battlefield. I hope everyone will cheer up and complete the task~!"

He saluted again to all members of the condolence delegation, and Political Commissar Ning's ideological mobilization work was carried out smoothly.

Even without any ideological mobilization, the passion in everyone's hearts at this moment pushed their enthusiasm to the highest level.

In front of the cement road at the Zhennan Pass gate.

The sound of the quick-paced songs was mixed with the accents of the female soldiers. The clear and fluent quick-paced songs expressed the heroism and the soul of the army.

“The red flags are flying, the bugles are sounding, the people’s soldiers are singing loudly…!”

"…Unity, tension, seriousness and liveliness!"

The male soldiers of the anti-aircraft artillery unit looked at the revolutionary enthusiasm that the art troupe showed them, and a faint smile appeared on their tense faces.

I don't know if I can get out of this trip unscathed, but I can still see the peace of the motherland and listen to the singing of the female soldiers in the art troupe. It doesn't matter if I sacrifice myself. "The bugle call for a new journey has been sounded, and the goal of a strong army is calling from afar~!"

"If the country wants to be strong, we must take responsibility. The battle flag is filled with iron-blooded glory. Soldiers...!"

"The battle is won... Kill~!"

A female soldier sang the last word "kill" with a rough voice. The strong atmosphere of killing inspired all the officers and soldiers who were about to enter the front line.

"Kill~!"

"Kill~!"

There is a saying in an ancient poem, "I am willing to draw the sword from my waist, just to kill the foreigners in Lou Lan." This time I stepped out of the country just to kill the foreigners who bullied people at my doorstep. All the words are not as good as this word "kill".

The vanguard troops rushed forward with the courage to win the battle, and everyone felt an unprecedented resonance with the shout of "kill".

The art troupe came to visit the border guards. This time, the performance venue was very simple, but it perfectly aroused the enthusiasm of the soldiers to an unprecedented level.

Very successful, extremely successful. In the command post on the top of the mountain, many stars gathered. Everyone left the sand table and the map and gathered in front of the observation window, looking at the female soldier who was singing at the pass at the foot of the mountain.

"This song is very good. It expresses the vigor and might of our army. Is the girl singing here from the art troupe that came over from Chengdu to express our condolences?"

Pushing away the binoculars that were about to be handed to him, the square-faced leader, with his hands behind his back, turned to look at the officer who was in charge of logistics work.

"Yes, Officer L, the female soldier who sang just now is named Li Nan. She was also the first one to run to pick up the wounded this morning. When I went to the medical tent to check on the wounded, I noticed her. The little girl was crying there, and while crying she ran to the border to transport the wounded!"

The officer in charge of logistics put down the binoculars in his hand. It seemed that he was deeply impressed by Li Nan. She was brave, as she was scared to the point of crying. She was timid, as she could continue to do this job that was not hers while crying.

"They may not look very old, but they have such courage, which is rare. The song they sang just now is very much in line with the soldiers' feelings. So, let's not rush to have the art troupe retreat to the back. We need to sing this song more for the soldiers. This time, we are going to kill the enemy~!"

The leader who could remain calm even when facing a disaster, when he spoke at the end, his tone was full of murderous intent. Commanding an army to fight was certainly not a dinner invitation.

"Officer L, come to think of it, this girl has some connection with us~!"

After hesitating for a moment, the officer in charge of coordinating logistics seemed to remember something, but still mentioned this.

"Oh~, tell me~!"

The chief picked up the teacup and asked with interest.

Even the others in the command center who had stars on their shoulders looked over curiously. How could an art soldier from the Chengdu Art Troupe be related to their "border defense force"?

"Years ago, I went to Beijing and personally communicated with the manufacturer of bulletproof vests, Factory 787. I checked the military files and found out that the director of that factory was named Li Feng. And Li Nan from the Rongcheng Art Troupe is his biological sister~!"

This is interesting. The people in the command center looked at each other, and then looked at the female soldiers who had not left yet.

Under the eager anticipation of the comrades outside the pass, the song just now resounded again in front of the pass.

This time, many officers and soldiers sang along. The song seemed to be tailor-made for the troops. No matter whether men or women, as long as they sang loudly, they did not need to master the pitch or have a unique singing style.

As long as you have a loud voice, sing with momentum and sing with strong confidence, then the spirit that the song wants to express will be perfectly displayed.

The leader who picked up the teacup lid slowly closed his eyes, picked up the teacup lid, and knocked on the edge of the big teacup, accompanying the song down the mountain.

When the song ended, the leader slowly opened his eyes, looked out the observation window, and nodded slowly.

"So, it's him~!"

Looking down at the one he was wearing, and then at the bulletproof vests worn by others, the chief shook his head with a smile.

"You, know him?"

"Not only do we know each other, we've even met. This young comrade sings very well. It seems that this song is also composed by his brother. I didn't expect that he is able to help us now. Haha, I actually have to risk my reputation and go find him~!"

Closing the lid of the big teapot, he thought of the young man who sang "Military Bugle" in Chengdu and made many of his old friends cry.

The young people at that time were just passers-by in their army, joining halfway and quitting halfway. It seems that they have been working hard for the army in recent years.

Just by looking at the light bulletproof vest on his body, you can tell that he was a deputy factory director at such a young age, and now he is the factory director. He must be quite capable. (End of this chapter)