Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 62 The Drums of War Match
"Boss, can you lend me your drum!"

The face of the robed middle-aged man changed several times, and finally made up his mind, squeezed out of the crowd and walked into a theater, took off his mud-filled robe, and gently placed it in front of the theater owner.

"In Changqing next month, I have escaped here, and I have nothing else to do, but this long gown can be used as a mortgage!"

"What's the use of drumming, sir?" The boss was dumbfounded and asked after a while.

Although the middle-aged man seems downcast, his conversation and firmness in his eyes are not to be underestimated.

"Without him, I'm just playing drums and cheering for my Chinese army." The middle-aged man looked back at the outside world.

The rumbling of cannons has resounded through the sky.

"Sir, if you anger the Japanese pirates," the boss took a deep breath.

Don't look at what the Japanese have done to the concession now, but since the war started in August, the Japanese army, regardless of the gathering of civilians, bombed Songhu Station with planes and caused bloody murders has spread far and wide. It is by no means impossible for Chinese civilians to be in their early years.

"It doesn't matter, the army of China can die, and so can the people of China! Otherwise, what's the use of reading so many sage books by Yue Changqing?" The middle-aged man looked indifferent.

"If my clothes can't pay for the damage to the drum, the child will come to pay for it on his father's behalf."

"Okay! Pride! Who said that all those who have a negative heart are scholars? I see that Mr. Yue's remarks are quite my style!" A middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a black hat with a clear complexion walked out of the cafe in the inner room. Come out and exclaim loudly.

He turned his head to look at the boss who hadn't reacted yet, "Boss Chen, give Mr. Yue the best and biggest drum in your garden. If it's damaged, remember it on my head."

"That dare, that dare, that dare to trouble Mr. Du for bail, Mr. Yue is also cheering for our army, he can risk his life, how can I, Chen, be so stingy?" Second, directly order someone to go to the warehouse to carry the drum.

The middle-aged man glanced at the two bodyguards in black clothes and black trousers who were following closely behind the black-robed man. He knew that this must be a very good figure in the world, and he immediately surrendered to the black-robed man. It was a thank you, but nothing more was said.

Just in time, the four big men brought out a big drum the size of the Eight Immortals table from the warehouse. The middle-aged man took this opportunity to bid farewell to the man in black. .

The faces of the two bodyguards were full of anger, and just as they were about to speak, the man in black had a smile on his face, waved his hands and said, "You haven't read books, you don't understand scholars, he doesn't want to get too dirty with people like me. More than that."

"But this Mr. Yue obviously forgot that Jianghu people are also Chinese Jianghu people!" The man in black walked to the window facing the street, looking at the opposite bank hundreds of meters away, fireworks appeared in his eyes, as if his eyes were burning Pain, squinting slightly.

"Go, send a message to the girls in the big world, and say that it was my old Du who said it."

"Dong dong dong!" The sound of drumming outside the window had already sounded.

A big drum, which requires four strong men to lift, is placed on an empty street less than ten meters away from the bank of the Suzhou River.

A man in sackcloth underwear, with a drumstick in each hand, beat the drum hard.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The drum beat is simple but extremely powerful.

The deafening gunfire from 200 meters away seemed to be covered up by the muffled drumbeat at that moment.

The middle-aged man sang in a low voice as he beat the drum hard:
Does it say no clothes? With the same robe.

Repair my spear.Vengeance with your son!
"What did he sing?" The vast majority of the Chinese people present did not understand.

"He sang Qin Feng. Wuyi!" A young student burst into tears at that moment.

Gradually, regardless of whether they understood or not, whether young or old, poor or rich, hundreds of people stood behind the middle-aged people who were struggling to beat the drums.

Less than [-] meters away from them was the black hole where the Japanese infantry on the right wing pointed.

However, more Chinese people crowded over, stood behind a beating drum, and sang along with the middle-aged man:
Do you say no clothes?Dress with your son.

Repair my armor.Walk with your son!
Hundreds or even thousands of people roared and roared, as if turning this originally peaceful street into another battlefield.

"Yes, this is their battlefield! In the face of the bullets that the Japanese invaders may shoot at any time, the people who lost their homes did not retreat in embarrassment. This time, they chose to stand in front of the drums of war.

Because their soldiers are fighting!Their brothers are bleeding!

Perhaps this is the reason! "

Tantai Mingyue wrote so in the field diary on the afternoon of the 27th.

After writing this text, the war correspondent dropped the pen and paper, carried the camera, forgot his identity as a reporter, and joined the crowd singing loudly.

For this female reporter, perhaps at this time she wanted to be a part of those brave ordinary Chinese people, not just a bystander and recorder.

Because, with the son of the same hatred!Walk with your son!

Fight with the men on the other side who are starting to bleed.

But she didn't expect that one drum and one song was just the beginning of today.

In the trenches of the four-row warehouse.

Tang Dao and the two infantry squads under his command hid in the trenches and did not show their heads. Everyone, including Tang Dao, changed into MP submachine guns and gathered more than 20 submachine guns, apparently intending to give the approaching Japanese infantry their heads. Come and take it away in a wave.

But the Japanese tanks moved extremely slowly because they had to shoot at the firepower in the warehouse, so Tang Dao and others had to wait patiently, waiting for the Japanese to approach within about 150 meters.

"Sir, the drums are playing on the other side of the river, and they are still singing!" Liu Datou crawled over to report to Tang Dao and grab a cigarette. "I just don't understand what they're singing! Is it because of the Jiangnan dialect?"

"That's Qin Feng Wuyi!" Tang Dao gave some popular science to several soldiers who were also puzzled.

Looking at the blankness on their faces, Tang Dao knew that explaining what 'Qi Yue Wu Yi' was to these guys who might not even be able to write his own name would undoubtedly be playing the piano to the cow.

"Let's do it! There must be literati on the opposite side. We, the big-headed soldiers, don't understand the ancient words. , It is still too early to advance to the range that he needs, Tang Dao said.

After 1 minutes, more than [-] men followed Tang Dao and started yelling.

However, although more than [-] men have done their best, the singing is still covered by the rumble of the Japanese army.

Except for the people in the warehouse.

From the perspective of a lieutenant colonel, watching his soldiers hide in the wet trenches covered in mud, with countless bullet marks and gravel flying over their heads,

But even if he was lying in the trenches, his face covered in mud, his eyes were full of light, and he sang loudly.

At that moment, although I couldn't hear what they were singing, the lieutenant colonel of the army clearly felt that no one of these soldiers would fear the battle of life and death in a few minutes, even if the Japanese army had the seemingly invincible tank.

"Go and listen to what they sing?" The Army Lieutenant Colonel ordered the signal soldiers beside him.

After 3 minutes, the lieutenant colonel heard the singing of soldiers from the front line on the first floor.

He slapped the wall with a fierce slap, startling Lei Xiong next to him.

However, the commander of the lieutenant colonel, who has always been calm, raised his eyebrows, showing a rare impassioned expression:
"A great wall of ten thousand miles will never fall!"

"Pass my order, all the infantry who will not participate in this battle for the time being, sing for me!"

"I want this song to spread throughout China! We want soldiers all over the country! Our Great Wall will never fall!"

(End of this chapter)