Chapter 45: This is Disruption

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I don't know what ecstasy soup Liu Lang poured into Ji Yanxue, Ji Yanxue obediently returned to the North China Chamber of Commerce where her father stayed, and Zhao Ergou and others, who were sent by Liu Lang to be responsible for "protection", naturally received 10,000 oceans.

In less than an hour, the major nightclubs in Shanghai were mobilized, and they formed squads in an orderly manner, in the name of comforting the army, to send love performances to the 19th Route Army still stationed around Shanghai.

It is said to be a performance, but in fact, after the opening dance of the hot scene, the main content of the performance is a song.

Because there were almost no male singers in old Shanghai, Liu Lang directly organized the wounded soldiers who were still recuperating from injuries and broken arms and legs in the field hospital, and after a simple two-hour training, they were responsible for the interpretation of this song.

Liu Lang, as the only mentor of the "Voice of the Disabled Soldiers", can only personally perform singing training, Liu Lang's voice is not beautiful, but when he sang the song called "Brother" with his unique metallic voice, almost all the wounded soldiers' eyes were filled with tears.

The man standing on the stage, with a bloated body, a song that overshadowed all the neon.

Du Yuesheng, who was in the background, closed her eyes, listened to Liu Lang's singing in front of her, and was silent. This young master, a rich man who had risen to prominence in the war, really gave him a big surprise again.

Du Yuesheng believes that if this guy opens a special singing show, not to mention the absolute fullness, with this song, he can be swallowed raw by those wealthy ladies and ladies, and the 200 catties of meat are not enough.

It's really too special to be sensational. Du Yuesheng couldn't help but wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and burst into a foul mouth in her heart.

At the end of the night, the small detachment of the literary and artistic troops began their performance in front of the soldiers who were sitting quietly on the ground.

There were no lights, just torches erected around and improvised bonfires, and the faces of the young soldiers blushing with excitement in the firelight.

There were no microphones, but the wounded soldiers on crutches and empty sleeves walked from the stage to the humble stage one after another, and the lively scene gradually became quiet from front to back. The wounded soldiers were hoarse, and even began to sing out of tune.

Where are you, brother

It was raining again in the sky

I want you to be like the dawn

appeared in my eyes

Where are the brothers

I can't hear your breathing

It just felt like I was crying

Tears were dripping like blood

I'm alone

Alone in the end

Walking in the pain and reminiscing with your eyes closed

The years are sharp

It was the deadliest weapon

No one can

Erase the past

What could be easier than death

And what could be more beneficial than falling

There is no torch

I only have courage to ignite myself

Prove our courage with sacrifice

What could be more fearful than death

What could be more invincible than bullets

There is no dodging

It's because we're always together

Sacrifice proves that we haven't given up

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As the wounded soldiers chanted for the second time, the soldiers couldn't help but start to respond softly in hoarse voices.

Along with it, the tears on his face flowed freely.

In the entire Songhu Anti-Japanese War, the 19th Route Army suffered nearly 8,000 casualties and nearly 2,000 casualties.

The voices of the wounded soldiers have been completely drowned out by the increasingly loud songs of the soldiers, and the hoarse and low male voices echo over and over again in the silent fields, the ruined villages and towns, and the edges of the cities.

In the thin night, the hurried passers-by stopped, and the peasants who had already picked up their rice bowls at home put down their dishes and chopsticks.

Yes, although there was only a sound, what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was the figure in a dark blue military uniform in the rumbling of cannons.

Without aircraft artillery, they could only prove their courage with sacrifices.

I couldn't help but be curious, standing in the distance and watching what Liu Lang would come out of Cai Tingkai's eyes were full of water, his 2,000 disciples! All 2,000 wooden crates were packed.

When the soldiers finished singing over and over again with tears in their eyes, and fell into silence for a moment, an emotional baritone in each branch venue shouted on the stage with all his strength: "On the orders of General Cai Tingkai, Major Liu Lang, the former communications officer of the 61st Division of the 19th Route Army, formed an independent regiment to recruit 500 brave men who are interested in resisting the Japanese invaders. Commander Liu promised that he would go north on a different day to fight against the Japanese invaders and restore our rivers and mountains. ”

After speaking, on both sides of the temporary stage, two curtains will be raised, one with detailed information on the location of the independent regiment's recruitment, and the other with a map of the recruitment location.

There are also eight big characters written on the side of the map: If you are a hero, please come quickly; If it is a bad seed, go home and feed.

In addition to these, Liu Lang also had follow-up means, and the nightclub singers of the literary and artistic squad, Wan Tingting, distributed small leaflets to every soldier.

The salary is 30 percent higher than that of the 19th Route Army, and the most heartwarming thing is that all officers and soldiers who are selected can each bring a comrade-in-arms who is disabled by injury to be transferred to the independent regiment.

This attraction is too great, because after this battle, there are not a few officers and soldiers who have amputated their limbs because of wound infection, and if they lack limbs, they will naturally not be able to return to the combat units, and most of them will be given some disability allowances and travel expenses to go home.

In this era, the ability to work is lost, and once the disability allowance is spent, the end of waiting for the disabled soldier can be imagined. Although the high-level leaders of the 19th Route Army knew about it, they had no choice but to try to pay more disability allowance, which was one of the reasons why Cai Tingkai was making money everywhere.

Most of the officers and soldiers of the 19th Route were born in Guangdong Province, who doesn't have a fellow villager or something? Even many people are from a town or a village, and they can continue to let their comrades-in-arms who are disabled due to injuries receive military salaries in the army, which is simply the meaning of offending people if they don't sign up!

Liu Lang, you bastard, the bigwigs of the 19th Route Army, who were also attracted by the singing, saw this scene, and their eyes were collectively rounded, and their chests were tight and short of breath.

This special mother's digging wall foot has dug up flowers.

What's even more terrifying is that the bigwigs feel that this is not simply digging the foot of the wall, but the meaning of digging up the entire building.

"I didn't dodge, because we were together forever, and we used sacrifice to prove that we didn't give up" Cai Tingkai read silently, pointing to Mao Weishou, who was also wet with tears next to him: "Look at your good subordinates, that bastard, do you want to pull Lao Tzu's entire 19th Route Army over?" ”

The initiator of this literary and artistic labor activity of the army, Cai Tingkai is of course very clear.

Mao Weishou could only smile bitterly, he knew that kid would be so demonic, not to mention the sudden rise on the battlefield, he didn't expect to have such an accurate grasp of people's hearts.

Even the military seat, which knew that 2,000 people had been killed and 4,000 seriously wounded, and at least half of them could not return to the army, and not a single tear had been shed, could be touched by a song and full of tears.

In particular, Liu Lang, the bastard, is still playing the big sign of resisting the Japanese invaders and recovering our rivers and mountains, and even he is a little moved, not to mention those ordinary officers and soldiers.

This is really special mother's ability to pull it!

However, Mao Weishou couldn't see the slightest dissatisfaction on Junzao's face.

On the contrary, he even felt that the military seat was laughing.

Perhaps, it was because I was able to solve the problem of 500 disabled soldiers by the way! Mao Weishou can only find this more acceptable reason.

"Company commander, just have a detailed address, why do you need to draw a map? The brothers painted their eyes. Zhao Ergou wiped his tears and asked Chi Dakui, who was also red-eyed, next to him with a little disguise.

"It's a donkey day, Lao Tzu is now the battalion commander, not the company commander. Also, it's not called a map, the commander said, it's called navigation, so that illiterate soldiers like you can touch our recruiting point and understand the ball! Chi Dakui glared and said.

Zhao Ergou 。。。。。。

It's like you know a lot of words, battalion commander.