War is a very boring game. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info is completely different from the image that the state apparatus presents to the citizens, and life on the battlefield is extremely boring, after all, in all the time that soldiers spend on the battlefield, fighting, which can be a matter of excitement, is only a small part of what can be exciting. For the most part, they were either on nervous patrols, dodging enemy shelling in trembling fortifications, resting as hard as they could in dirty and muddy trenches, or struggling to survive on medical stretchers. In short, war is a boring game, and even worse, it can cost you your life.

So, when it comes to participating in such an unworthy game, the soldiers need to find some fun on their own. At least that's what Voronov thinks - although he is actually a secret agent, he is usually active in places where there is war or regional tension because he is assigned to a special department. For these reasons, combined with his previous status as a music teacher, Voronov would carry his accordion on his back every time. For this matter, not to mention the people who went on a mission with him for the first time, even his old comrades-in-arms, Alexei and Osip, repeatedly raised objections, but he was noncommittal and perfunctory each time.

"But we still felt that instead of carrying this accordion, you might as well carry something else, like ammunition or an FK86. So, tonight, Alexei, who was trimming his guns, said again, "For the sake of the great Mother Russia, isn't it? We don't want you to die for this stupidity, Voronov." ”

"That's not true, because it's not stupid, and I'm definitely not going to die simply. Shrugging his shoulders, Voronov adjusted the accordion in his hand that seemed to have some glitch, and then played a few notes, "Fun, my dear Alyosha, everywhere we have to look for fun, and music is the greatest pleasure that God has given mankind." Don't you think so?"

"Not at all...... Okay Osha, you really can't help me persuade him?" Putting away his gun, Alexei glanced at Osip, who was wiping his sword in both hands with silk, "Shouldn't an accordion be in the theater? Why bring it to the battlefield...... That's a burden. ”

"Well, this is Voronov's freedom, Alyosha, we should not interfere. Looking at the gleaming silver blade in his hand with satisfaction, Ocip shook his head and said in a non-caring tone, "He has the ability to handle that PF light machine gun with an accordion, and that's enough." Ask your memory, was there any time when Voronov failed to successfully accomplish the objectives of his mission?"

“…… Not really. But ......"

"That's enough. Why do you need anything, but there is some truth to what Voronov said. "Putting her precious sword into the scabbard, Osip said, "'The great Mother Russia would not mind having romantic music in the middle of a battle.'" He is a music teacher, which is his hobby. Okay Voronov, how about an evening on the outskirts of Moscow? ”

“…… I prefer three sets of cars. It's a song my father has given me since I was a child, and my son can sing it too. Seeing that it was impossible to persuade the other party to abandon his accordion, Alexei simply followed suit, "Ice and snow cover the Volga River, and there are three sets of cars running on the glacier~~ Someone is singing a melancholy song, singing the person who is driving the car~~"

"Hmm, three sets of cars, don't you feel too sad?" interrupted Alexei's cappella, Voronov seemed to finally adjust the accordion in his hand, "and it's too lonely for me to sing all of you alone, and the soldiers are still busy resting and won't applaud me." Don't forget that there's an Israeli electronic base here?"

"What do you want to do?" Hearing this, Alexei's vigilance immediately responded, "You don't want to broadcast your solo concert to everyone, do you......?"

"How could it be. After Voronov spat out these three words, Alexei suddenly felt relieved. He even laughed at his stupidity in his heart: yes, no matter how much Voronov is a warrior, he will not be so nonsense. However, the other party's subsequent words slapped him in the face firmly, "It's too lonely for me to sing alone." When I was a music teacher, I had a pioneering idea – had you ever heard of singing karaoke on a walkie-talkie?"

"Wait...... What's going on? What do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple, there is such a small program here. Suddenly out of nowhere to take out a memory, Voronov's face almost turned into a flower, "We can turn the public channel on this battlefield into our karaoke parlor." There is only one device that can speak, and that is the one that presses the call button at the beginning of each rhythm. Haha, that's a feat!"

"There won't be anyone to cooperate with such a boring game, Voronov. For some reason, Osip, who originally supported Voronov, expressed his objection at this time, "How many people can sing the song you choose? Moreover, if you take 10,000 steps back, how will others know the rules of your game?"

"It's very simple, wouldn't it be nice to broadcast the rules in the first place? Ah, the program has already started to load......"

"Hey, hey," Alexei frowned, looking at Voronov with some concern, "Won't this expose our position? I don't want to be besieged by the Israelis or Arabs......

"Change your mind to a more positive one, Alyosha. If we make a fuss in the public channel like this, those two ** may take the initiative to come to the door! Oh, the rules are over...... Well, there's nothing wrong with the accordion......" The expression on his face became more and more excited, and Voronov made all the preparations before playing, "Then now - let's party!"

"This is ......" At the moment when the music started, Alexei and Osip immediately looked at each other, and then nodded together, "Katyusha!"

"Расцветали-яблони-и-груши, (Just as the pear blossoms are blooming all over the world)

Поплыли-туманы-над-рекой;

Выхoдила-на-берег-Катюша, (Katyusha standing on the handsome shore)

На-высокий-берег, на-крутой.

Выходила-песню-заводила (Katyusha standing on the handsome shore)

Про-степного, сизого-орла, (singing like a bright spring)

……”

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On the battlefields of Jerusalem, the night is definitely a time to rest. This is not because the warring parties have reached a gentleman's covenant as pedantic as "Shoot first, English gentlemen on the other side," but because of an unusually realistic reason: the Arabs lack the equipment for night warfare, and the Israelis lack the strength to attack. As a result, when night falls, the battleground, which is in full swing during the day, becomes extraordinarily quiet, and the city's electricity control makes this famous holy city look like a dead city from afar.

"Oh, look at the little hooves, it's so tender, chop it down and throw it in the pot and stew for two hours...... Wait, Comrade Marisa, don't kick it, do you want me to rub it for you?" Because the wrong statement caused the counterattack of the owner of the "hoof", Ge Yiwei hurriedly pressed the other party's shaking foot on his thigh, "It's not honest when you're all injured, isn't it not injured enough?"

"It's not Xiaowei, your dangerous speech makes me feel insecure, worried about what if you really hold me down and chop off your feet to stew soup. Po babbled with some dissatisfaction, and Marisa honestly put her feet down again, "Xiaowei, sometimes you really can't tell if you're serious or joking, it's scary. ”

"Well, just kidding, you can't tell the difference and blame me, don't you?" Putting his hand on Marisa's sprained foot, Ge Yiwei pressed it gently, "I should be responsible for my own judgment, and I am not open-minded at all." Also, don't you see what I just mean?"

"I don't know, what do you mean?"

"That is to say, the skin on your feet is tender! half praise and half criticism. I'll tell you Comrade Marisa, a man like you, ah no, even if it's a little rougher than that, it's definitely a joke in the barracks. Seemingly slightly disappointed by Marisa's answer, Ge Yiwei shook his head and explained, "Not to mention anything else, just talk about the five-kilometer armed cross-country, if you want to meet the standard, you must have a few blood blisters on your feet, and the worst case is that when the scab is scabbed, it sticks together with the socks, and at that time you have to take off the socks stiffly, which is sour...... Alas, so you are still little girls who have not been trained, although it is said that you have been on the battlefield and killed, but the suffering you have suffered is simply too little and too little......"

“…… It's like Xiaowei, you have suffered a lot. The dissatisfaction became more and more high, and Marisa said again, but Ge Yiwei happened to catch the flaw: "Hey, don't talk about Comrade Marisa, how about throwing you to China's special work agency for a year of political trial?...... Alas, mentioning this incident, why am I that kind of ** type of pretend? I feel that I always have the urge to pretend to be forced with the suffering of that time, and it is really not enough to suffer? If only I could be as pure as my boss......

"Xiaowei, how do you feel so strange when you speak. I really felt a little awkward in my heart, and Reimu on the side straightened her back, "I know that you are praising me when you say that I am pure-hearted and have few desires, but what do you mean by saying that I am a **-type pretender?"

"Literally, boss. Seriously, it took me two years to realize that I was a coward, a hopeless coward. Actually, I like to be in the limelight, do you know boss?" Seeing Reimu shake his head, Ge Yiwei smiled bitterly twice and continued to rub Marisa's feet, "That's right, you're not a roundworm in my stomach, how can you know." Do you remember my performance after I was rescued by you in the Earth Spirit Temple five years ago?"

“…… You mean, you're belittling yourself?"

"That's right. Remember clearly, boss, belittlement that does not conform to the facts is the same as praise, it is a sign of pride that takes oneself too seriously. Snorted coldly, the wry smile on Ge Yiwei's face became more and more entangled, "In other words, the guys who call themselves crazy are basically a group of particularly hypocritical guys, they just want to show their difference in this way and show off." Who cares if you're crazy or not? Who are you talking this nonsense to? Of course, it's for eyeballs. Again, I was one of these grandchildren back then, and I don't seem to be out of it until now, the only difference is that I seem to be more self-aware. ”

"And who knows if you're belittling yourself right now to show that you're different?"

"It's a strange circle, boss. So all I can do now is to correctly express my views, and I can't get around this cycle. But I'm not going to go around now, just say something. Shrugging his shoulders, Ge Yiwei said, "Thankless work is the same as stupidly thinking about the meaning of life when you were in high school." Damn, how much has your life gone before you think about the meaning of life? It's the same as those bastards who tried to prove Goldbach's conjecture before they finished elementary school math. Some questions need to be accumulated to get answers, such as the meaning of life or the strange circle I just mentioned, what is needed is the accumulation of life experience. When you have enough knowledge and experience, the answer will naturally come out. ”

“…… It always feels like Mr. Katsura has gone far away from us......" After listening to these words quietly, Sanae took off the helmet hanging from the campfire and prepared to scoop the soup from the helmets for the few people here. Nodding in agreement with Sanae's point of view, Marisa also sighed, "Indeed, Xiaowei feels like he has become an adult......"

"Don't say that. As I said, it's just a matter of insight and experience. That's why the old guys in Gensokyo deserve respect. In addition, when it comes to the ideological realm, maybe the three of you live higher than me in the Peach Blossom Garden, but you can't express it. By the way, you also have to remember that things must be opposed, and too much knowledge and experience can sometimes hinder your development. Taking the bowl of soup, Ge Yiwei continued, "Stubbornness, pedantic, dogmatism, these are all very problematic things. It must be mentioned here that Gensokyo's approach to solving these problems is really ...... Alas, I really hope and would like to think that there are other reasons for the lockdown of Gensokyo, because at least the values of Miss Yakumo and the doctor are not that kind of blind conservatism......"

"Kanako-sama mentioned that the purpose of Gensokyo's establishment. Her hand shook slightly, and Sanae seemed to be suppressing her emotions. It seems that Ge Yiwei's criticism of Gensokyo seems to make her a little uncomfortable. This is also true, because according to Ge Yiwei's theory, Feng Zhu, who took the initiative to settle in Gensokyo from the outside world, has become a guy who refuses to change and embraces pedantry, "in order to maintain ...... Maintaining the existence of gods and yokai requires human faith or fear of lies. ”

"What?" Reimu, who reacted the most to this sentence, "That's ...... Falsehood?...... Hawkers, sure enough, next to Xiaowei, anything can happen...... What Kanako said? It seems that it should be the truth. ”

"Yes, boss. If it weren't for Miss Dongfeng Valley saying that I would have forgotten about it, that unreasonable lie...... Who made this thing up and what is the purpose?It's so strange......" Gragging his jaw, Ge Yiwei fell into deep thought, "Gensokyo is a spaceship, a time machine, and this lie...... Damn, I can make up more than three million words of conspiracy theories...... Hmm, what's the sound?"

Slightly surprised, he pressed his headphones, and Ge Yiwei put down the soup in his hand: "Boss, Marisa, Miss Dongfeng Valley, listen to what the public channel is talking about?...... Ah, is it multilingual repetition? The next one is Chinese...... Hey!?Somebody's doing karaoke on a public channel?What a miracle that grandson came up with!"

"Xiaowei, why are you suddenly excited?"

"It's rare to have a happy person on the battlefield, how can you not get excited?But are you only going to talk about the rules once?It seems that there shouldn't be too many people involved......" A smile was hooked at the corner of his mouth, Ge Yiwei looked happy, "The music sounded...... The accordion played Katyusha! What a good tune! The first stanza is sung in Russian...... Okay, boss, Marisa, Miss Toshiya, let's ...... together."

"Wait for Xiaowei," at this moment, Reimu suddenly thought of the incident that seemed to have seen the Holy Maiden during the day, and hurriedly planned to interrupt him, "I have something to ......"

But she was still a step too late. Before Reimu finished speaking, Ge Yiwei, who was already in a state of excitement, pressed the communication button and let go of his voice:

"The girl sang a beautiful song

She was singing about the eagles of the steppe

She's singing about her dear people

She also hid her lover's letters

She's singing about her dear people

She also hid her lover's letters......"