In the contest of drinking, the Russian military master returned with a complete fiasco.

At least that's how it was on the scene.

More than half of the Russian military masters who accompanied them were asked to carry them out, and many of them were drunk and talked with big tongues, and they walked disco with straight eyebrows and staring at people.

The only ones who can still stay sober are a few high-ranking officers, who are still kind to the head of the regiment, leaving room for ideas, and not pouring people into death.

How can we say that we are also guests, more or less we have to ask the host to step down, right?

But when we returned to the station, our brothers also lay down a lot.

After all, it's a high-grade liquor......

One person poured at least four or five bottles, and that is, a cow could almost lie down.

The military doctor who accompanied the team was busy for a while, and finally relieved us who vomited in the dark.

Most of the Russian military art troupe is a group of tall and tall men, and it is purely a rigid male group, especially those who play chorus.

Speaking of which, the chorus of the Russian Military Art Troupe is still very valuable for appreciation.

During the Great Patriotic War of the former Soviet Union, the men of those military art troupes braved the smoke and artillery fire to rush to the forefront, and performed for those brothers who fought to the death in the rumbling cannons.

Especially in some places where the fighting is fierce, maybe the Nazi German army will come up before a small chorus is finished, and the Russian masters of the military art troupe will throw away the accordion in their hands and replace it with submachine guns to pinch it to death.

After a big battle that year, it was quite a fluke to be able to find a whole corpse in the midst of the artillery fire. In this way, many Russians disappeared into the Russian land in the smoke of war, and since then their bodies and souls have been dissolved into this black land.

Only the mother's bosom is the sanctuary where the warrior sleeps.

I don't remember which famous person said this? Or maybe it's a folk saying?

But I think it really speaks to the deepest truth of the human heart.

That's why I love the music that roars through the smoke of war, and the songs that are full of blood and rage.

The auditorium was already full of audiences, and those audience members stood up and applauded warmly when they saw us entering, so that the brothers walked straight one by one, which was absolutely in line with the standards of the national flag class, and it very much reflected the strict military discipline and excellent quality of the first master.

I've been playing literature and art for a few days, and I don't feel anything when I look at the men of the Russian military art troupe tossing and turning on it, but I really feel that it's hard work when I look at the cavalry dance.

Not to mention anything else, the cavalry saber of more than twenty catties was brandished into a snowy knife flower, and the knife technique was obviously adapted from some extremely lethal actual combat knife techniques. Although it adds a lot of artistic effects, it is pleasing to the eye, but the killing aura in our bones makes each of us feel the sound of our breathing accelerating.

When the cavalry brigade of the Soviet Red Army attacked the machine gun position of the Nazi German army, the cloak-like impact and the flashing sword light all over the mountains were the most commendable decisive charge in the history of World War II!

As soon as the dance was over, our applause had not stopped, and the whole stage suddenly dimmed.

The trumpet, the loud sound of the trumpet, sounded as if it sounded from the clouds in mid-air, and a prelude was blown loudly.

Then, the instruments of the entire large orchestra followed the trumpet guide and began to play in the ensemble.

The heavy beat of the drum was like a war drum, and it suddenly made my hairs stand on end!

That's the Holy War, my favorite Soviet war song!

On June 22, 1941, Hitler's army invaded the Soviet Union, killing millions of peaceful residents with tons of bombs!

On the third day of the war, the tile? Lebedev Kumachi published the poem "Holy War";

On the fourth day of the war, the Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe's sub-? Alexandrov composed the music for this poem;

On the fifth day of the war, the Red Banner Song and Dance Troupe sang this song at the Moscow railway station for the Red Army soldiers who rushed to the front.

At that time, the crowd inside and outside the station was excited, especially when singing the overlapping lyrics at the end of each paragraph, the heroic dedication and passion and the heroic courage of the same enemy, the heaven and the earth were also sad and indignant! Roar for it!

Gradually, the lights turned on, and the bright voices of the three lead singers in old-fashioned Soviet military uniforms suddenly sounded......

Arise, huge nation, fight to the death,

It is necessary to destroy the fascist evil forces and destroy all evil bandits!

Friend and foe are two extremes, everything is contrary,

We want light and freedom, and they want darkness to reign!

The people of the whole country are vigorously fighting back against the executioner, against the tyrannical marauders and man-eating beasts!

Don't let the wings of evil fly into our borders, the vast fields of the motherland, don't let the enemy ****!

Rotten fascist demons, watch your head, prepare a coffin for the descendants of mankind!

Give all your strength and all your spirit to defend the dear Motherland, the great alliance!

Let the noble rage, like a wave, roll and carry out the war of the people, the holy war!

Before I knew it, the people in the entire auditorium began to stand up like a tidal wave, and gradually joined the chorus of the military art troupe.

We all stood up, too.

I even began to sing wildly with the sound of the chorus in Chinese from memory.

The country is dying, where can I care about what will be admired by future generations?

Just change the scroll in your hand and kill it with all your heart!

In the sword light and blood shadow, when the enemy chief bestows the head, there is naturally a thousand miles of majesty, thousands of miles of might!

fell, with his brother behind him, and his own children.

If he survived, he would find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, change his armor into peasant clothes, and He hoe made wine into a farmer's house.

If you don't seek to be heard, you just want to do your part for the country, and you will not be in vain in the duties and responsibilities of the descendants of China.

In World War II, the suffering Chinese also had their own chorus in the rain of bullets and the smoke of war.

Our March of the Volunteers, our national anthem!

How many seniors are fighting to the death in this song that rises from despair!

They didn't leave their names, and no one even remembered them anymore.

But their flesh and soul have also dissolved into the land of China and into the bright red battle flag.

Their eyes, in the clouds, at the end of the sky, look at us.

When the thunderous applause rang out, I knew there were tears in my eyes.

But in my heart, I also understood some truths.