"Unity is strength, unity is strength;

This power is iron!

This power is steel!

Harder than iron,

Stronger than steel,

Fired at the invaders,

Let all the forces that hinder the rise of my China disappear!

To the sun,

Towards tomorrow,

Towards a new hope,

Shine brightly!

Unity is strength, unity is strength—"

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Eight hundred and sixty-seven students from various academies sat upright on the beach and sang a few songs composed by He Changying.

When these military songs were just taken out, Shen Zhaoao laughed, thinking that this is nondescript, what kind of poetry and song is it?

Even Lin Yunyu and they were also unimpressed.

However, when He Changying tried to sing first, the expressions of the student leaders, including Shen Zhaoao, began to become cautious.

They would never have thought that these were just ordinary vernacular words, sung through He Changying's mouth, and they seemed to have a magic that ignited people's hearts.

At this moment, the passionate singing on the beach is even more enthusiastic, and the students who are singing are all enthusiastic, and they really can't wait to put on their wings and fly to North Korea, and now they will go to fight with the Oriental devils.

In the big tent in the barracks, He Changying had just happily welcomed Wu Weiyang in, and when he heard that Wu Weiyang had persuaded his uncle Wu Yuren to be transferred to He Changying's cadet camp to listen to the order, Chen Shijie came in with a red face and said that his uncle Zhang Bishi asked to see him.

"Lord Zhang, the place is simple, you can take care of it."

He Changying invited Zhang Bishi to sit down on a small stool, and asked Lu Zhaomei to take a large piece of watermelon and hand it over: "It's too late to boil water today, so you can only use watermelon to match." ”

"The big knife slashed at the heads of the devils,——"

The singing outside the tent became a new one, still impassioned.

"Watermelon is good, quench your thirst."

Zhang Bishi took a bite of sand watermelon, and his mouth was full of sweet water: "I heard Shijie say that this is a song composed by Lord He, Lord He is really a young man, and this song makes the blood of this old man of mine hot." ”

"I often dictate and write the rural slang songs of Feixi, and I scribble a few songs at random, and I don't dare to say that it is a poem, otherwise I will be laughed at."

He Changying's face did not change his face and made the shameless act that all traversers have done: plagiarism.

And the plagiarism is calm.

"Lord Ho humbled himself; The song is easy to understand, and catchy, and it can lift people's spirits when you listen to it, good song, good song! ”

Zhang Bishi praised twice in a row, and asked with a smile, "When is Lord He going to leave?" ”

"The merchant ships have been contacted, just wait for the escort warships of the Beiyang Naval Division, just for a few days, the Oriental devils on the Pyongyang side will not wait for anyone."

He Changying handed Zhang Bishi a cigarette, Zhang Bishi shook his head and said, "I can't enjoy this blessing; What do adults think of this battle? ”

He Changying glanced at everyone in the room, saw that everyone was listening, and grinned:

"Bad luck is less."

"What's bad luck?"

As soon as the curtain outside the door was lifted, Luo Rongguang laughed and broke in.

It seems that these cadets still have a long way to go, so that outsiders just swagger in and out, and no one has announced in advance?

He Changying stood up with a smile, thinking to herself that this 'old man' wouldn't be coming to trouble me, right?

"Listen to what you sing here; What's the name of this song, it's really enjoyable to listen to. ”

Luo Rongguang unceremoniously pulled a small stool, picked up a piece of watermelon and ate it.

"It's called 'Broadsword slashing at the heads of the devils.'"

He Changying handed Luo Rongguang a cigarette, and the old man took it unceremoniously.

"A good name, unlike our poems and songs in the Qing Dynasty, it's all stinky bullshit compared to this; What do you mean by being more than lucky? ”

He Changying thought about it, in history, this Luo general soldier fought against the fleet of the Eight-Nation Alliance in the year of Gengzi, and in order to prevent his wife and daughter from being humiliated in the early stage of the fall of the fort, he returned to the Yamen of the general army and killed his family, and then died in battle.

This person is worthy of his He Changying's admiration, so He Changying doesn't intend to hide it from him.

"Pyongyang has the advantage of the Qing Dynasty on the bright side, but the military factions are mixed, and they are scattered among each other, who can Ye Zhichao move? What's more, Ye Zhichao is greedy for life and afraid of death, timid as a mouse, his body is not right, can he still be a righteous person? ”

As soon as He Changying's words came out, the room was full of surprise, who would have thought that he, a petty official in his early twenties and a fifth-grade official, would dare to insult the first-class member of the imperial court who was going to be his immediate boss in public.

"Pyongyang's army, except for the 3,000-strong team of Nie Junmen who has quelled the rebellion of the Jindan Sect, which of the other troops has been on the battlefield? The most important thing is that in the past few decades, the Beiyang Army, from top to bottom, has regarded being a soldier as an officer, as an iron rice bowl to feed his family, officers are competing for corruption, and soldiers are slack, where is there still a little bit of soldier's iron-blooded spirit? A hungry wolf can easily scatter a flock of sheep, not to mention the hungry wolves of the Oriental Army! ”

"Look at the Beiyang Naval Division again, on people, laymen command insiders, and the slackness and corruption of the upper and lower effects have become a trend; In terms of hardware, warships need to be repaired and not allowed to buy Western parts, and the cannons are in urgent need of flowering shells, but they are forced to use the inferior flowering shells of the Ordnance Bureau. And the coal of the boiler, Zhang Yi, this dog minion-"

If everyone was just surprised to scold Ye Zhichao just now, now He Changying's spearhead is directly aimed at Zhang Yi, the general office of Kailuan Coal Mine, no one will be shocked.

"Sir, be careful."

Wu Weiyang immediately whispered to stop him.

Although this Zhang Yi is nothing, he is the domestic slave of Prince Lao.

Although the old alcohol prince Yiyun is dead, but his own son is the emperor today, where is there a harder backstage than this in the world?

"The biggest problem in this country is that everyone shrinks their heads and becomes turtles, and whoever shows their heads will cut off whom, the truth is there, everyone knows it in their hearts, but no one dares to say it; It's a whole bunch of lies, empty words, nonsense, big words, and I don't need these stinky things in my barracks! ”

These words inside and out, He Changying has been holding back for a long time, she is simply not vomiting or unhappy, she lit a cigarette and continued to say in a hard voice:

"Isn't this bastard Zhang Yi the dog slave raised by Prince Alcohol? became the general manager of the coal mine, sold the inferior eight-groove coal to the Beiyang Navy at a high price, and then earned the silver and divided it with the princes and ministers, from top to bottom, a nest of maggots scum! ”

A room full of people with different expressions.

The students listened with resentment and pride, resentment for these silverfish in the DPRK and China for harming our country, and pride in the fact that Master He was not afraid of the powerful and dared to speak up, and even more proud that he belonged to a member of this brand-new group.

Wu Weiyang looked helpless, and at the same time, his eyes quickly swept over the faces of each student, paying attention to their emotions.

Lin Yunyu stood straight with a resolute gaze;

Chen Shijie is full of fanaticism.

Shen Zhaoao had an indifferent smile on the corner of his mouth, but he had to admire it in his heart, he dared to say these words, but he only dared to complain to Lin Yunyu in private.