In the field, Su Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth, and quietly listened to Wu Muer's nonsense, but it seemed to be light, and he didn't show any panic.

Umur's words, if they are placed on a real Ming person, I am afraid that it will be really embarrassing. But today, when I met Su Mo, a time-traveler hundreds of years later, it was really sleepy and someone sent a pillow, and it was in vain.

You must know that what later generations are best at is to be straightforward and simple, so it is difficult to ask for a subtle and tactful. Su Mo used to have some later generations of lyrics and songs, except for a very few people who are really intoxicated with music and appreciate them with a research mentality, even if most people listen to them, they only comment on the word "fresh". In fact, for Su's lyrics and songs, they are always regarded as savage slang songs, and they are not elegant.

But now, in this wasteland on the border of Mongolia, a place that has always been proud of its unrestrained and straightforward nature, those lyrics and songs in later generations are really like fish in water and complement each other. This section is something that Umur and others could never have dreamed of.

Therefore, Su Mo didn't show half of his face at the moment, and his heart was about to bloom with joy, and he really wanted to hug Wumur and kiss him fiercely. It's really a good hand, this is a good friend.

"Wood, tsk......t" The warm gaze slowly swept around the faces of everyone in the audience, and Su Mo then fell on the Wood, looked up and down, sighed and shook his head.

Umur was stunned for a moment, seeing that his face was full of disdain that could not be carved from rotten wood, and his face couldn't help but turn red instantly. The fist clenched and loosened, released and clenched, trying to suppress the anger, gritting his teeth and saying, "What's wrong with me?"

Su Mo shook his head again unhurriedly, and said sincerely: "We have a saint in the Ming Dynasty who said, knowing is knowing and not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is also knowing." It is also said that it is not a sin to be lonely and unheard, but if you take ignorance as a funny child, and you want to use it to show off, it will be really a shame. Child, you have to study hard, life has an end to know and no end, understand?"

Teacher Su taught earnestly, showing the demeanor of a famous teacher. On the side of the Ming Mission, Yu Mian and Gu Heng secretly covered their faces together. Your sister, the sage in the front is right, but what the hell is in the back?

This is also in this wasteland, fooling the Mongols, if there is a person who understands here, it is really faceless. The famous genius who invented the deputy envoy of the Qincha and was known as the Northern Zhili was ashamed to death at this level.

Umur was also stunned, this Nima didn't understand it at all. Is this humiliating me?

"You...... What do you mean? If you can sing, you can sing, if you can't, you can say no, why bother here to pretend and talk nonsense. He endured the shame in his heart and gritted his teeth and said, but after all, he was short of breath in his heart, and his voice was unconsciously lowered a lot.

Su Mo looked at him with disdain, walked forward with his head held high, walked to the middle of the big tent, and put on a full posture, then hugged his fist and said loudly: "My Central Plains Ming Dynasty has a long history, and the Han culture is bright and colorful, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the Han is as dense as a sea of smoke. You are in the tube, you know a little about it, no, I'm afraid you don't even know half of it, how dare you talk about my Central Plains essence?

It must be known that although my Great China has delicate neologisms like euphemism, beauty and charm like Jiangnan, it also has the copper plate, big drum and iron pipa, and the grandeur and fierceness of the great river to the east!

Don't you hear the whimpering of the wind and the earth by the river, and the unyielding neighing of the fierce man and the sword in the box that will not be returned!

Don't you know that the young and the poor are ambitious, and the thousands of troops are like fierce and angry! We can also know that I am strong and strong! I am strong and strong! I am strong and strong!

Have you ever remembered, in the past, my Ming Taizu swept the domain, Jingqing and the four seas, and the world could not be able to pei's past?

How dare you look at me in a small tune with a small tune! Come on, get on the big drum, and let you smell what a really good man is today!"

These words came out sonorously and loudly, like a stormy wind and waves, and the power of heaven and earth came. The last series of sentences gushed out, Su Mo asked, and Wu Muer took a step back until his face was pale, and his embarrassment was fully revealed.

All the people of the Ming Mission burst into flames, and couldn't help but harmonize with each other, only to feel the blood in their chests, and they couldn't wait to let out a roar to vent.

Chang Zhen Chang Xiong and Wei Si Fat Master grabbed out together, personally carried into a person-high cowhide drum and placed it in the hall, looking at Su Mo's eyes, they were full of fanatical worship.

Dayan Khan and all the Mongol princes all had gloomy faces, but they also carried a little deep jealousy and fear. The figure of the young man in the hall, who originally seemed to be thin and thin, suddenly lost that sense of weakness at this moment, and was replaced by a majestic and majestic figure as tall and dignified as a mountain and thick soil.

Turuletu's two small hands clenched his fists desperately, a bright and pretty face was as red as an apple with excitement, and only one voice in his heart kept echoing: This is my man, this is my man, my hero!

Knock Knock Knock –

In the silence, the majestic and low drum beat suddenly, first one by one, like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and then faster and faster, more and more urgent, until at last it was like a whole piece of water, as if the whole heaven and earth were overturned and turned down, and there seemed to be a violent breath in the chest, and the irrepressible desire was about to erupt.

Suddenly, just as it was about to burst out, the drumbeat was so strong that it suddenly stopped. At this moment, although the drum sound stopped, it made people feel that there seemed to be countless drums in their hearts and minds vibrating silently, which made the heavens and the earth change color and hang upside down.

"Pride in the face of thousands of waves, blood is like the red sun.

The courage is like iron, the bones are like steel, and the mind is thousands of feet long

I work hard to be a good man

Be a good man and be self-reliant every day

Hot-blooded men shine brighter than the sun

Let Haitian gather energy for me

Go and break new ground for my ideals

Look at the blue waves and be strong

Look at the blue sky and the vastness

I'm a man, and I should be self-reliant

Stand tall and stand tall, everyone is a pillar and a good man

Use my 100 points of heat to shine a thousand points of light

Be a good man

Hot blood and hot intestines

Lighter than the sun

……………………………………………………”

The majestic and heroic singing voice suddenly rose up, and the heroic lyrics were straightforward and simple, without half a hint, just in this late winter and early spring Mongolian royal court, across the endless reincarnation, and crashed into the ears and hearts of everyone present at this moment.

The uninhibited and uninhibited lyrics, the kind of self-sacrificing and brave to take on the occasion, and the invitation to call friends and gather like-minded people to gather together, made everyone rush and couldn't help themselves.

Almost everyone is standing up uncontrollably and unconsciously. Looking at the wanton and roaring figure in the field, it was like opening an endless scroll in front of him:

Jin Ge is like a forest, flags are fluttering, countless galloping horses neighing and galloping, shaking the heavens and the earth; in the shadow of swords and swords, covering the dust and the sun. In the midst of the roar and slaughter, it is advancing by leaps and bounds.

It is the stage of men, and it is the glory of the brave. Forward, forward, let Haitian gather energy for me, and let blood cast my backbone.

This is a good man! This is the real husband!

In the royal tent, outside the royal tent, in various yurts, in the camps of various sergeants. Countless people, as long as they heard this song, were unconsciously gathered and looked at it from afar.

Some of them trembled, some burst into tears, some clenched their fists and half-knelt on the ground, and some tore open their robes to leave their hot chests open......

Music has no kingdom and no time or space. At this moment, everyone was called up by this song, and they couldn't wait to devote themselves to it and move forward bravely.

The drums grew muffled, and after a few sharp bursts, they finally turned into nothingness. But the rhythm of the general's order is engraved in the heart forever, no need to knock on, no need to hear, still in the depths of the heart, in the soul continues to play, can not help themselves.

For a long time, for a long time, it seems that it has passed countless reincarnations, and it seems that it has passed through a thousand years, Su Mo let go and let the drumstick fall to the ground. The crisp sound of the shock finally woke up the intoxication.

I don't know who exhaled a long breath first, just like ripples on the water, one after another.

Everyone in the Ming Mission had red eyes, looked at each other, and saw indescribable excitement in each other's eyes.

On the Mongolian side, they are all bearded and flushed. There was the one who was excited, and even the skin was cut through with a saber at some point, and the blood was stained.

Umur had already been stunned, his eyes were empty, his face was excited, desperate, excited, remorseful, angry, decadent, all kinds of harmonious and contradictory emotions were entangled, and he was half-pulled and half-supported by his friends and hid in the corner without saying a word.

He couldn't say anything anymore, and after such a song, all words seemed pale and weak.

Dayan Khan's eyes flickered, watching the indifferent young man slowly walk back to the table, watching his beloved daughter throw herself into his arms without hesitation, he saw the dodgy gaze of the princes under his command, and the right khan king, who had always been undisguised and showed a resentful color, also inadvertently leaked a trace of fear, he thought about it.

"Brother Su Mo, Brother Su Mo......" The girl in her arms murmured softly, the soft and plump buds, clinging to her chest without gaps, with a feeling of ecstasy;

Between the collar of the left side, the girl's white and delicate muscles like porcelain are dazzling, accompanied by bursts of blue musk, the girl's unique body fragrance is revealed, and it lingers endlessly between the noses.

Especially at this moment, the overly exciting emotions and the uninterrupted distance make the already seductive breath more and more exerted.

Accompanied by the girl's whispering and low cry like a spring swallow, Su Mo really couldn't resist it, he was shamefully hard......

"Uh, she-rabbit......" he whispered, having to push his body away slightly. It's not that he's hypocritical, it's just that he still hasn't cultivated enough, and he's not to the point where he can safely ignore AV in public.

It's all this ability! It's just weird!" he smiled bitterly. This song is indeed very hilarious for men in later generations to be self-reliant, but it should never reach this level. And the reason for this is that during the performance, I don't know if it was the reason for being too focused or what, the vitality mass in my mind suddenly shook violently at a certain moment, spontaneously rotated, and then actually moved with the rhythm.......