The light of the night, like a transparent veil, gently spreads over the earth. Under the shade of lights, moonlight, and starlight, the night looks gloomy, hazy, psychedelic and quiet. However, the large playground of Army A broke this tranquility.

At the edge of the playground, countless military vehicles were parked, and there were already neat squares lined up on the playground at the moment, and the officers and soldiers of each team's square were sitting straight, their faces showing anticipation and excitement.

Reporters from various television stations were stunned by the spectacle.

A beautiful female reporter took the microphone and said excitedly to the camera; "I am Liu Li, the host of CCTV, and my current position is on the playground of Army A, reporting live to the national audience, this is the military holding a military-themed concert, the most powerful concert in history, and now the concert is about to start, please wait patiently for the audience and friends in front of the TV."

At the same time, reporters from various local stations also introduced ・・・・・・・・.

When Wu Lili walked into the center of the simple and atmospheric stage, before he could speak, countless military vehicles on the edge of the playground turned on their headlights, illuminating the entire playground as bright as day, Wu Lili was stunned by such a big scene.

The national audience sitting in front of the TV was also stunned by the opening, and some of them quickly picked up the phone and called to tell their relatives, friends or friends to turn on the TV and watch this exciting concert.

Since the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television issued a document to various television stations in advance, and this was a concert to publicize the national army, the leaders of all television stations attached great importance to it and ordered all the programs that had been prepared to be postponed and broadcast this huge concert.

Wu Lili on the stage reacted quickly from her stunned mind, and said loudly in her sweet voice with excitement; "I am Wu Lili of the A Army Art Troupe, I am here to host this concert today, and now the first program is composed and composed by Comrade Zhang Keqiang, a national first-class singer, composer, conductor, and more than 100 of our literary and artistic workers of the Humanities Troupe sang the majestic Yellow River chorus, please welcome the applause of the audience below."

When Wu Lili walked off the stage, the audience burst into warm applause.

Suddenly, two helicopters flew over the stage, and large lights were installed on the plane, and with the lights of the aircraft, a team of more than 100 people walked onto the stage with neat steps.

Zhang Keqiang stood straight in the center of the stage, holding a baton in his hand, and the neatly arranged team on the stage sang loudly along with the dance of his baton; "The wind is howling and the horses are howling

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, and the sorghum in the east and north of the river is ripe

There are really many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains

The guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are heroic

He picked up a spear and a foreign gun

Wielding a broadsword and spear

Defend your hometown and defend the Yellow River

Defend North China and defend all of China

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, and the sorghum in the east and north of the river is ripe

There are really many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains

The guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are heroic

He picked up a spear and a foreign gun

Wielding a broadsword and spear

Defend your hometown and defend the Yellow River

Defend North China and defend all of China

The wind is howling and the horses are howling

The Yellow River is roaring, the Yellow River is roaring

Hexi Hill is ten thousand feet high, and the sorghum in the east and north of the river is ripe

There are really many anti-Japanese heroes in the mountains

The guerrilla athletes in the green gauze tent are heroic

After listening to the chorus of the Yellow River, the officers and men in the audience applauded neatly.

The first time the audience heard such a chorus before the TV, they were all enthusiastic about listening to it, and their minds unconsciously appeared in the turbulent waves of the Yellow River and the ambition of the Chinese sons and daughters on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, in order to protect their families and defend the country, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of sacrifice.

The old general Lei Hu, who was sitting in the first row, said excitedly; "Although it's not the first time I've listened to the Yellow River Cantata, every time I listen to it, I am reminded of how thrilling the bloody battles were during the War of Resistance Against Japan."

Commander Xu said sadly; "Yes, how many good sons of countries have sacrificed like this, all for the motherland and the people, and they have not come back."

The broadcast hall in Zhongnanhai, Beijing, was full of people watching the Yellow River chorus on the big screen, and an old man with gray hair sitting in the center of the front row smiled, his smile was as warm as spring, and slowly asked a person next to him; "The conductor's name is Zhang Keqiang, right?"

A middle-aged man with a Sven appearance next to him immediately replied; "Chief, he is the Zhang Keqiang mentioned to you by Commander Xu, and he is also the strongest soldier king selected by the whole army in the competition."

When the old man heard this, he looked at Zhang Keqiang, who was commanding on the big screen, with a wise gaze, and said; "Not bad, not bad."

Some of the people sitting around the old man were surprised when they heard the old man say this, you must know that his old man does not praise people easily, and it is already unprecedented to use two good.