Zong Lianggong finished singing once, and his companions joined in.

And all the audience members also joined in.

Tonight, the audience has seen too many wonderful performances, but there is no song that can make so many people sing along.

Even the singing of the entire audience drowned out the sounds on the stage, and even the powerful sound system could not suppress the enthusiasm of the entire audience.

Until the audience off the stage saw the Wind and Waves choir on the stage changing their formation and retreating to the rear.

A female singer in military uniform walked to the front of the stage.

Next to him, a musician holding a flute also stood at the front of the stage and put the flute to his lips.

The passionate flute sounded, and the middle-aged, slightly plump guitarist wearing a military uniform clicked his hands like lightning. The passionate guitar sound finally suppressed the shouts of the audience, all the way up, up!

So burning!

Why do military songs become so popular when they meet rock music?

There is so much in it that goes beyond lyrics and melody, like blood that is surging and wants to spurt out.

Then, a female voice, full of metallic texture and sonorous and powerful, resounded throughout the audience.

The national singer takes action!

"go ahead!

go ahead!

A soldier has a heavy responsibility——

Women’s hatred runs deep!

In ancient times, there was Mulan,

Join the army in place of your father!

Today there is a Detachment of Women,

Carry a gun for the people!

Forward, forward!

A soldier has a heavy responsibility,

Women’s hatred runs deep!”

On the stage, a female singer in military uniform clenched her fists and sang firmly and sonorously.

Behind, the majestic voices of the Wind and Waves Choir sang loudly:

"go ahead--

go ahead--

Our soldiers have a heavy responsibility↗~~

Women need to stand up!!”

The thick male voice and the sonorous female voice merge together, like the torrent of time rolling forward!

"The Detachment of Women's Song"!

In those years that were full of suffering and countless heroes emerged, there were not only men on the battlefield, but also countless women.

Since ancient times, countless women have sacrificed their lives to protect their families and their country.

To protect the homeland and the country, why do we need to differentiate between genders?

Girls of that era didn’t need to shout about women’s rights on the Internet, or attack men desperately to gain status.

When they stand up, they rely on themselves.

They shed their heads and blood, sacrificed their husbands and sons, and sacrificed their sons and themselves.

Sprinkle your last passion on this hot land, and use your own flesh and blood to create a bloody but bright future for this country.

And decades later, such military songs sounded again on the stage.

They have never been forgotten!

Off the stage, the girls clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and shouted loudly.

Girls in this era may have exquisite makeup and petty bourgeoisie pursuits, but deep down in their hearts, who doesn’t love this hot land?

On the stage, the passionate flute sound and the even more passionate electric guitar were intertwined, highlighting the sonorous voice and the majestic chorus, which made people's hairs stand up one by one, and tremors surged through the whole body.

Although the lyrics are so simple, although the melody is also so simple, there are some things that make people feel the same.

No need to be complicated or fancy.

It has been imprinted into everyone's bones.

After singing two verses, the female singer returned to the singing team, and then another trumpeter came out.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep."

A loud bugle sounded.

Behind him, the drummer wanted to jump.

Rhythmic music sounded, and the Wind and Waves Choir on the stage began to stand still.

Then a shocking cry:

"Forward! Forward! Forward—"

Everyone was very excited just now, but when they heard this song and the iron-blooded shouts, they couldn't hold back anymore.

PLA military song!

"Our team faces the sun,

Stepping on the land of the motherland,

Carrying the hope of the nation,

We are an invincible force."

Under the stage, many security personnel from Honglie Security to maintain order, as well as more police officers, turned their heads and looked in the direction of the stage.

Just now, when the volunteers' war hymn was being sung on the stage, they did not turn around because they had to work.

Just now, when the "Liente of the Detachment of Women" was being sung on the stage, they did not turn around because they had to stick to their posts.

But now...

How can one not turn around?

How can I prevent people from singing along?

Lao Hong stood in the crowd, singing along with his voice, which was several times louder than others.

For the first time in his life, he sang without being disliked by the old professors next to him. They stood up and sang along.

We are not soldiers, but sometimes we don’t need your identity.

"Listen! The wind is howling and the bugle is sounding,

Listen! The revolutionary songs are so loud!

Comrades marched towards the battlefield of liberation in unison,

Comrades marched to the frontier of the motherland in unison,

Forward! Forward!

Our team faces the sun,

Toward the final victory,

To the liberation of the whole nation!”

After singing the last line, Zong Lianggong waved his fist on the stage and shouted: "Go!"

“Go for it!!!”

"Kill them!"

“Down with American imperialism!”

"We will win!"

"Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ooh ouch ouch not more than rushed!"

(I’m fasting today, so I’m late in typing. I’ll revise it a little later, and wait for about five minutes to refresh it. I encountered something today, and I’m not in a good state, and I don’t dare to start writing a few songs. Alas...)

Lao Hong stood in the crowd, singing along with his voice, which was several times louder than others.

For the first time in his life, he sang without being disliked by the old professors next to him. They stood up and sang along.

We are not soldiers, but sometimes we don’t need your identity.

"Listen! The wind is howling and the bugle is sounding,
To be continued...