Chapter 59

  Drinking contest, Russian military men thoroughly suffered a crushing defeat.

  At least on the surface it is.

  The Russian military men who accompanied us were more than half of those who were carried out, and many of them were drunk, speaking with a big tongue, walking disco, and staring at people with straight eyebrows.

  The only ones who were still sober were a few high-ranking military officers, and that was because the team leader had left some leeway for them, not forcing them to drink to death.

  How about we also consider ourselves guests, and more or less have to let the host save face?

  We returned to our base, and we brothers all fell down quite a bit.

  That's high-proof liquor after all...

  At least one person drank four or five bottles, and even a cow would have fallen down by then.

  The team doctor was busy for a while, and finally managed to get us guys who were vomiting and dizzy to recover.

  After resting for an afternoon, we all put on our formal attire in the evening and went to the Grand Theater to watch a performance by the Russian Military Art Troupe.

  The Russian military band is mostly composed of tall and strong men, purely a masculine group with a strong temperament, especially those who play choruses.

  It turns out that the choir of the Russian Military Art Ensemble still has some appreciative value.

  During the Soviet Patriotic War, those military art troupes rushed to the forefront amidst gunfire and artillery fire, performing for their brothers who were fighting to the death in the midst of thunderous cannon fire. It was absolutely impossible without a bit of courage.

  Especially in some fierce battles, it's uncertain when a short chorus is not finished, the Nazi German army will come up, and the Russian old men of the military art troupe will also throw away their accordions and pick up submachine guns to fight to the death.

  That year, after a big battle, it was already very lucky to be able to find an intact corpse amidst the continuous bombardment. Many Russians disappeared in the flames of war and merged their bodies and souls into this black land of Russia.

  Only in his mother's arms can a brave warrior find peaceful sleep.

  I don't remember who said this, or maybe it's just a common saying?

  But I think this sentence really speaks out the deepest truth in people's hearts.

  So I like those music that rises with a loud roar in the flames of war, and those songs filled with blood and anger.

  The grand auditorium was already packed with spectators, and when they saw us enter, they all stood up and applauded warmly, causing the brothers to walk straight with their waists, which absolutely conformed to the national flag class exercise standard and fully reflected the strict discipline and high quality of the Chinese military.

  I've also played with the literary and artistic crowd for a few days, watching those Russian military art troupes jumping around on stage doing Russian folk dances didn't impress me much, but when I saw the cavalry dance, I really felt that it was a labor of love.

  To say nothing of the others, a cavalry saber weighing over 20 jin was swung into a snow-bright knife flower. The knife method is obviously adapted from some extremely lethal practical combat knife methods. Although it has increased a lot of artistic effects, making people feel pleasant to watch, the murderous aura inside is still making every one of us feel our breathing quicken.

  At that time, the cavalry regiment in the Soviet Red Army charged into the Nazi German machine gun position, and the stormy charge and the flashing knife light all over the mountain were the most commendable death charges in World War II!

  As soon as the dance ended, the applause hadn't stopped yet, and the entire stage suddenly dimmed.

  The cornet, with its bright and clear sound, seemed to come from the clouds in the sky, playing out a prelude.

  Then, the instruments of the entire large orchestra followed the lead of the trumpet and began to play together.

  That heavy drumbeat was like a war drum, and it suddenly made all the hairs on my body stand up!

  That's Sacred War, my favorite pre-Soviet war song!

  On June 22, 1941, Hitler's troops invaded the Soviet Union, and tons of bombs slaughtered millions of peaceful residents!

  On the third day of the war, Vasily Lebedev-Kumach wrote a poem - "Sacred War"; on the fourth day, Alexander Alexandrov set music to this poem; on the fifth day, the Red Banner Ensemble sang it for the departing Red Army soldiers at Moscow railway station.

  At that time, inside and outside the station, the atmosphere was stirred up, especially when singing to the end of each section, the majestic dedication passion, the heroic spirit of the same enemy, heaven and earth were also sorrowful! It was thunderous!

  The lights gradually lit up, and the three leaders wearing old Soviet military uniforms suddenly burst into loud singing.

  Rise up, great nation! Engage in a final, decisive struggle to annihilate the fascist evil forces and eliminate the bandits of all kinds!

  We are two extremes, everything is diametrically opposed, we want light and freedom, they want dark rule!

  The whole nation rises up with a mighty roar and smites the executioners, the plunderers and the human beasts!

  Don't let evil wings fly into our territory, the vast fields of our motherland, don't let the enemy trample!

  Decomposed fascist monster, watch out for your head, as an unworthy descendant of humanity, prepare your coffin!

  All power and all spirit to defend our beloved Motherland, great Union!

  Let noble anger surge forth like a wave and conduct the people's war, the holy war!

  Unconsciously, the whole auditorium began to stand up like a tidal wave, gradually joining in the chorus of the military art troupe.

  We all stood up too.

  I even started singing along with the chorus in Chinese based on memory.

  When a country is on the verge of collapse, who still cares about leaving a good name in history for future generations to admire?

  Just put down the book in your hand and exchange it for a spear, and go kill with a loyal heart and a red gallbladder!

  In the midst of flashing blades and bloody shadows, when the enemy commander presents his head, there is naturally a thousand yards of prestige and ten thousand miles of heroic spirit!

  Fell down, with his own brothers and children behind him.

  To live on, find a place with clear mountains and water, change the armor for farmer's clothes, and make wine into a rustic old man.

  Not seeking fame or fortune, but only striving to contribute one's strength for the country, is already fulfilling the duties and responsibilities of being a descendant of the Chinese nation.

  In World War II, the deeply suffering Chinese people also had their own chorus in the midst of gunfire and smoke.

  The March of the Volunteers, our national anthem!

  Many predecessors, it is in this song of desperate struggle that they fought to the death!

  They left no names, and now there is no one who can even remember them.

  But their flesh and blood souls have all dissolved into the great land of China, dissolved into that bright red battle flag.

  Their eyes, in the clouds, at the end of the sky, are watching us.

  When thunderous applause erupted, I knew there were tears in my eyes.

  It's also understandable, and some principles have been figured out.

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