Chen Song was dragged into a room.

It was completely dragged into it by force.

Before he could figure out the situation, the people had been crammed into a house next to the square, and in it was a group of big men who were shirtless, muscular, and with thick chest hair, standing there like a man and a bear.

"Undress. Goble said in the back.

"What?" Chen Song's color suddenly changed: "What is this for?"

"Join the Viking Warriors. Goble said, "Don't you know? ”

"Oh yes!" a stout young man howled violently, but it was the right thing to do.

Chen Song understood that the Viking battle cry was a fighting tradition in Iceland, similar to the Maori war dance in New Zealand and the charge horn of the Eighth Route Army, both of which were originally intended to cheer up and motivate the fighters.

Later, when there were no more wars, the battle cry gradually evolved into a performance, especially in major sports such as football, where Icelandic athletes often let out a battle cry before the game to ignite the fighting spirit.

"I understand the reason, but why are you taking off your clothes?" Chen Song didn't know at all, "I watched the battle cry performance on TV, obviously wearing clothes?"

The handsome policeman Gu Desong squeezed out, to be honest, he squeezed out with the shirtless old men, and the scene of flesh touching flesh still made Chen Song quite frightened.

He was afraid that the atmosphere would suddenly become philosophical.

Goodsson squeezed over and said, "You saw it right, usually you are wearing clothes when you perform a war cry, but this is not usual, this is a beer festival." You know, people are more willing to have something to do with each other at Oktoberfest, so how can you win the favor of a girl? ”

"Yes, you don't have that opportunity at other times, like you can't take off your clothes while drinking, can you? ”

"Don't play hooligan on the girls at the Oktoberfest, the beer bottles in their hands are not vegetarians, and every year there are guys who are knocked by the girls with beer bottles and have a concussion. Another big man came up and told him.

Chen Song took a look, isn't this Sheriff Petrik?

Petrick seemed to be lubricated and his muscles were shiny, but his chest hair was too dense, and he was dyed with oil as if he was wearing a knotted sweater.

Chen Song pulled his clothes and said weakly: "Can I not participate in this performance?" ”

"It's very simple, raise your arms above your head and clap your hands, and shout 'BOOM' every time you clap your hands, during which you can interject any words, including trash talk, swearing, but you must yell out, you have to be imposing, as long as you have momentum, everything is OK. Goble taught him very carefully.

"Hurry up, hurry up, get ready to line up and rush out. Petrik said after looking out the window and clapping his palms.

Someone outside rolled out a big drum, and a pot-bellied little old man held the microphone and shouted, "Viking children, be quiet, be quiet, let me say a few words!"

"As we all know, our Vikings symbolize adventure, bravery, and a pioneering spirit full of power, and our ancestors were warriors who surpassed the limits of ordinary people in Norse legends, and we are the legendary warriors!"

"As we all know, our ancestors roamed the North Atlantic, and the roar of the Viking war cry still rings over the ocean! In the battle cry, our ancestors braved the cold wind, ice and snow, and swords and arrows to charge! They don't know what fear is, they don't know what fatigue is, they don't know what retreat is, and they always move forward to victory with the battle cry!"

"Today, let's welcome the descendants of the warriors to reenact this saga, Viking troopers!"

A group of big men became excited, and they slapped their chests with their palms to make a snapping sound.

Chen Song urgently pulled Gu Desong: "I'm not a Viking queen, I'm a ...... after Confucius and Mencius."

"You've passed the Warrior Verification and are considered the godson of the Viking Warriors. Goodson said, "Okay, don't delay me, I'm going to show Anna my strong body, and I'm going to make an appointment with Anna today!"

"Dream!" Chen Song immediately took off his shirt, "Anna is mine!"

In fact, a group of tough old men stayed together in high spirits, and they were still quite enthusiastic.

Petrik kicked the door open, and the crowd lined up and ran out.

Goble, the most burly of all, went straight to the drums, and when someone handed him a drumstick, he waved his arms and began to bang the drums.

To the sound of the drums, thousands of people raised their arms and applauded.

The center of the square was vacant, and dozens of strong men with their upper bodies stood in a phalanx.

Immediately, the drum beat again, this time low and loud, with a slow tempo: "Boom!"

The strong men waved their arms and clapped their hands, shouting with all their might, "BOOM!"

Then the crowd of onlookers raised their arms and applauded: "BOOM!"

After more than a dozen battle cries, the drums began to speed up, and the roar of the clan team also increased, and the big guy slapped his chest with his fists and palms in all directions, and roared and roared wantonly from his mouth:

"Fack!"

"Up, up, up!"

"me, guys!"

A bunch of Icelandic Chinese mixed with Chinese is more conspicuous: "Rili mom little devil!"

The battle cry lasted for two minutes, and the big men's voices were almost hoarse, and their chests were red, and subcutaneous bleeding was certain.

When the drum fell, many people crowded towards them, some were grabbed hand and foot, Chen Song was also raised, and several old ladies with arms thicker than his thighs were staring at him with coveted eyes......

One of the advantages of being a warrior is that, except for some rare beers, the regular beer stalls are free for them, and they can drink whatever they want.

Of course, you still have to pay for food, otherwise the hot dog stall owner who can eat in Goble will burst into tears.

Someone gave Chen Song a Hercules-like wine glass, which was full of beer, and he held it in his arms with a child, and his wine was solved today.

Jing Wei squeezed out of the crowd and said, "I don't see it, Brother Chen, your small physique and muscles are not bad, and you usually don't mix in the gym." ”

Chen Song's muscles are completely different from those of Goble and others, well-proportioned, smooth and warm, with pectoral muscles, latissimus dorsi and abdominal muscles at a glance, muscle separation, clear and obvious lines.

Duan Yingying flattered: "This is not a dead muscle trained in the gym, these are all living muscles." ”

Du Xiaoxiao went directly to touch it, and Chen Song hurriedly got dressed, not shy, but too cold!

As a result, some people were reluctant to put on his clothes, and a girl came up to take a photo with him, so she went directly to pick up his clothes: "How can you take pictures with your clothes on?"