Major General Guo Mo is already the supreme commander of the group army to which the artillery regiment belongs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He sat in the middle of the first row of seats in the auditorium, picked up the teacup on the table from time to time, took a sip comfortably, and then commented on the program with Mo Jianxiong next to him and several colonels who came together.

"This sketch is a bit clichéd. However, the performance was quite in place, and the soldiers were happy. ”

"I haven't seen this little boy before, it's pretty neat and clean, new this year?"

"Well, this dance is good, the movements are neat, and it is very military!"

Guo Mo was very interested, today he came to the artillery regiment to comfort the soldiers, so he put down most of the majestic posture of the army commander on weekdays. Some gray hair, some traces of wind and frost on the face of the Chinese character, today is full of smiles, and you have to praise everything you see.

Mo Jianxiong also felt that the old chief had given high praise to the artillery regiment in front of several colonels, which made his face glow.

But soon someone laughed at him, and one of the two bars and four stars on the epaulette next to him was about forty or above, and he spoke up, "Old Mo, you are talking big." Yesterday we went to the 10th Infantry Regiment to see a show, which was more exciting than yours. Next year, you should also communicate more, don't stay at home and say that your home is good. ”

"Haha, that makes sense. Major General Guo Mo also smiled with a smile on his face, "Go with us to other regiments next year." ”

Mo Jianxiong's expression was shocked, and there was no dissatisfaction with being refuted on his face at all, but he was a little depressed and excited, looking at the major general Guo Mo beside him.

This is the chief hinting that he will be promoted next year!

Otherwise, a regiment commander will most likely spend the New Year's holidays with the soldiers, and he has not yet had the qualifications to attend the party in other regiments.

Major General Guo Mo patted him on the shoulder, "Watch the show well!" As he spoke, he took another teacup and took a sip of it comfortably.

Mo Jianxiong immediately replied, "Yes!"

But immediately he thought of the program list he had watched before, and added, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not talking big, what I'm talking about is the next show." ”

"Oh?" Major General Guo Mo put down the cup, and with a pair of extremely sharp eyes, he swept towards the stage.

It just so happened that at this time, just after the end of one show, the next show was about to start.

The curtain of the stage was not opened, and no host came up to announce the curtain.

Just as they were wondering, dense snare drums rang out in front of and behind the entire stage, and even in the entire auditorium!

As they spoke, there were dozens of warriors, quickly divided into two paths, and trotted out quickly from the side of the stage backstage, beating the snare drums on their backs as they ran!

This tidal wave of drums instantly changed from light to heavy, from shallow to deep, densely enveloping the entire auditorium!

Major General Guo Mo, as well as the colonel who had just spoken out to mock Mo Jianxiong, all straightened their backs involuntarily.

Then they heard the soldiers standing on all sides of the auditorium, and even many soldiers sitting behind them, shouting in unison, "We soldiers are soldiers, we are soldiers!"

The drums resounded neatly throughout the auditorium and became the only accompaniment.

The curtain of the stage finally opened, revealing more than 20 members of the art troupe, the singer took a step forward, and a melodious and high-pitched voice came out of the microphone speaker, "What is the difference between us soldiers...... It's different, but it's the same!"

In the entire auditorium, in addition to the chorus of the art troupe, there are also neat shouts from the audience from time to time and the soldiers standing on all sides, as well as the loud and neat drum beat!

Major General Guo Mo, the commander of the group army, and his hands on the table were trembling with excitement.

At the end of the song, all the art troupes, under the command of Zhang Zhen, saluted the leaders of the audience and all the soldiers sitting below!

Guo Mo was the first to stand up from his seat, raised his right hand, and pressed it against the brim of his hat to return the salute to the stage. Then he turned around, did not let go of his saluting hand, and saluted all the soldiers who were standing behind the auditorium beating drums and singing, and all the soldiers of the artillery regiment who were sitting!

The second group of people who stood up were the colonels who had just said that Mo Jianxiong was talking a lot, and the colonels who were sitting with him, and they followed the standing chief Guo Mo and saluted the stage and all the soldiers under the stage!

Mo Jianxiong's eyes could not suppress the surging in his heart, and a standard military posture stood upright, "All of them, stand up collectively!"

In the entire auditorium, the soldiers sitting in the seats all stood up with a sweep, and together with the art troupe that had finished the curtain call on the stage but had not yet left, raised their right hands and saluted by the brim of their hats!

"Comrades, it's all hard work!" Major General Guo Mo's lips trembled a little excitedly.

"No hard work, no hard work...... the auditorium was boiling.

Not to mention these fighters who have been training all day, even Lin Rong, who has been secretly paying attention to the performance on stage in the background, feels excited at this moment and can't help himself.

This is the soldiers who guard the motherland, always with high morale, full of spirit, and never admit defeat!

It lasted for nearly two minutes, and the atmosphere in the entire auditorium that was about to make people want to shout loudly calmed down a little.

When he sat back in his seat, Major General Guo Mo, the commander of the 23rd Group Army of the Army, to which the artillery regiment belonged, still felt the same excitement as when he met the country's top leader at the military parade that year!

"Good, good! It's really good! What a song, singing the spirit of our soldiers!"

Guo Moguo's face was full of emotion, and he couldn't help but slap Mo Jianxiong's thigh next to him, "Our artillery regiment is good! This song should be sung in our group army!"

The faces of the three colonels next to him, all of whom had some traces of time, also had a feeling that they should be like this, "This is really not simple! Lao Mo is not exaggerating, it is indeed wonderful, this area is as realistic as the song "The Days of a Soldier" made by the old artist Zhang Beining on the 50th National Day!"

Mo Jianxiong's national character face was also completely uncontrollable moved, "Yes, even if this song is not the first time I have heard it, as soon as I think of the melody and hear the lyrics, I think of the moment when the chief awarded me an epaulette!"

When Major General Guo Mo heard it, he slapped him with emotion again, "We are soldiers, that's what we are." What about Comrade Zhang Zhen? Which artillery regiment cadre wrote it? Old Mo, you have to give credit to others! This song must be sung to the veteran leaders on next year's Army Day!

Sure enough, I still asked about this!

Mo Jianxiong was a little hesitant, but fortunately, he had expected it, and he was not panicked at the moment.