After the band performance on the stage, Batu took the members who had already changed into traditional costumes to pick up their instruments and walk onto the stage.

Their presence once again swept away the exhaustion of the audience and rekindled their enthusiasm.

"Batuu!"

"Drum King!"

"Black hole!"

Several people on the stage were preparing for the performance, listening to the chaotic shouts under the stage.

Most of them focused their attention on Batu, and some even shouted the name of the black hole, and only occasionally heard one or two voices shouting the Nine Treasures.

The instruments and the radio were ready to stop, but instead of sitting down behind the drum kit, Batu came to the stage and patted Bagan, who was standing in front of the microphone.

When Bagan looked back at him, he staggered his position and made him stand in front of the microphone.

Seeing him come to the stage, the audience cheered and shouted his name.

Batu smiled and pressed his hand to stop the cheers before he smiled: "Hello everyone, we are the Nine Treasures Band." ”

"Nine Treasures!"

The fans of Jiubao in the crowd shouted loudly, and they all crowded to the front of the stage.

Batu smiled and pointed at them, gave them a thumbs up, then turned back to shake hands with Bagan and bumped his shoulders before returning to the drum kit.

Standing in front of the microphone again, Bagan took a deep breath and said, "A sonsii for everyone." ”

"Yay!"

The fans of Jiubao in front of the stage instantly became excited, and in Jiubao's first album, this song sounded the most enjoyable.

Bagan grinned and said, "When I sing the chorus later, will you sing sonsii with me?"

He raised his fist and shouted.

"sonsii!" the fans in the front row laughed and shouted together.

“sonsii！”

He shouted again, this time with more people responding.

"Alright! Let's get up!"

The drum position is placed on a raised platform at the back of the stage so that the drummer can be seen by the audience even if he is obscured by the toms and cymbals.

Batu rolled up his sleeves, which meant that he was serious.

Drawing two drumsticks high above his head and striking them against each other, he shouted the rhythm as he did in rehearsal: "One, two, three, four!"

Wave your hands down and stomp on your feet!

Knock, knock! knock!

Heavy drums and accented cymbals converge into a wave of sound, and a ** pounces on the audience!

The electric guitar and bass sound at the same time, and together they form a murderous melody.

But the most ear-catching thing is the horse-head violin in Olgrad.

When the audience in the back row was still wondering what kind of instrument was so fierce and pressed down the electric guitar, the Jiubao fans in the front row were so excited by this horse-head qin that they were about to faint.

The reason why they like Jiubao is because of this horse-head qin!

It turns out that the horse-head fiddle can also burn like this!

It's so enjoyable!

Olgrad restlessly stood up from his chair, his hands on his hands, but his feet walked to the front of the stage.

He held the horse-head instrument against his hip, and his body shook vigorously with the movement of pulling the bow and the rhythm of the music.

The audience was quickly led by him, and the audience in the front row had already grasped the railing, shaking their heads vigorously with the beat of the drums.

Among them, there are many female fans, and their long hair is the most fierce!

This TM is called metal music!

Standing on the stage with his feet apart, Bargan stands like a brown bear standing on a human stand, and his singing voice with his extreme voice is also like the roar of a brown bear.

“aliv?aliv nashaa yir shihirig avaad chamd ugii，”

"Come here, come here, give you a handful of sugar,"

“alag ereen gararaa bi hatsarig chin gants alagdii，”

"I'll use my muddy hand and give you a slap,"

……

Jiubao's songs are all in Mongolian, and the vast majority of the audience can't understand them.

But...... It's just that if you don't understand it, it's enjoyable!

As long as he can shake it up, it doesn't matter what he sings!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The railing around the stage was shaken by the audience, making a tooth-aching sound, the paint at the joints was rubbed off, and the steel pipes inside were polished and slippery.

Batu spread out his hands as if to embrace the whole world, and his wide Mongolian robe was supported by his massive body, like the strongest wrestler on the steppe.

"Uh-huh......!"

He approached the microphone, squinted his eyes and used his throat to make a string of deep guttural sounds, which is the traditional Mongolian Humai.

He wasn't alone, and Olgrad returned to the microphone, pulling the bass of the horse-head violin, and following with a whirl.

"Uh-huh......!"

Temur and Hasan also joined Khimai.

"Uh-huh......!!"

Batu turned his face sideways, facing the microphone, his feet rhythmic and his mouth making a low whirring sound.

After the amplification of the audio, the low voice of the five men is enough to have the momentum of thousands of troops!

As the sound spread, the audience also shivered, and got goosebumps all over their bodies!

“sonsii！sonsii！muuhai duugiig chin！”

"Listen, listen, your disgusting voice!"

“sonsii！sonsii！hudlar helgiig chin！”

"Listen, listen, what a quibble you have!"

Bagen's singing voice full of the power of the grassland beast seemed to turn into a big hand, pressing the heads of the audience, making them even happier!

"Come!" Bagan suddenly roared, and then raised his fist as he had said before the song, and sang the first line of the chorus, sonsii.

And the excited audience also shouted along with him as agreed.

“sonsii！”

"Listen!"

“sonsii！”

"Listen!"

“muuhai duugiig chin！”

"Your disgusting voice!"

Soon, a rainforest of fists appeared under the stage!

The word sonsii is pronounced like "grandson", and there has never been a scene at the festival where the audience shouts "grandson" together.

But at the moment, the word has no funny meaning, it has become a bridge between the singer and the audience.

Although the language barrier is incomprehensible, the audience is very enjoyable as if they are participating in the performance of this song.

"Uh-huh......!"

It's a deep whirl!

The audience shouted excitedly, this is what they were waiting for!

How exactly is this done?

It's so cool!

Knock!

Batu beat two kick drums, and Timur came out of the crowd, and a series of electric guitar notes flowed out!

"Guitar!!" Bargan said aloud.

Cheers responded to him.

"Bes!

Hasson introduced himself with a string of bass solos.

"Horse-head fiddler!

The rhythm slowed down, like the sound of the horse-head qin in the high sky of the grassland, and became melodious, and the serious appearance of Olgrad and the blessing of the horse-head qin suddenly made the eyes of the female fans in the front row glow with a red heart.

"Drummer!"

Knock knock!

Batu's drumsticks flew over, the feet were constantly stepped on, all the instruments were set off together, and the BPM soared directly to more than 200, and the scene was suddenly turned upside down!

"We're the Nine Treasures!" Bargan yelled into the microphone.

The music stops!

"Nine Treasures!"

"Nine Treasures!"

All the audience at the scene were chanting the name of Jiubao!

Olgrad was so happy that he ran straight to the loudspeaker in front of the stage, climbed up, stood on it, raised the horse-head piano high, and yelled at the audience.

"Nine Treasures!"

"Nine Treasures!"

All the audience were conquered by their performance, and at this moment, they all remembered the name Jiubao.