Li Tai always likes to beat the drum kit long before the start of each show, although there is more than one person in the art troupe who can play the drum kit now, but as long as he is on the occasion, the drummer must be him, unfortunately, there are very few places where the drum kit can be used in this performance with political significance, and his hard percussion will only get the people to look at the strange eyes.

"Remember, the snare drum should be in unison, the rhythm of the big drum and the snare drum interspersed, look at the red baby in front of the line, that is your baton." A bit of Western military band flavor of the drum and trumpet by the craftsman supervised by the craftsman zuò has always belonged to the art troupe after the secret practice of the instrument, the six hundred members of the art troupe really enough to sing on stage solo, but after a few months of training, most of them can get started with the instrument, especially when playing collectively, one or two mistakes will be suppressed by more correct sounds, in this regard, the children's training on Children's Day in the future can be completed in two weeks, Yanglin is not worried.

The most important thing is the solo part, now Yanglin has realized why the singers born in the art troupe in later generations are all loud voices, medium and high tones, in a big scene of more than 10,000 people, you can't shake the field without a high voice, so the solo part of today's Lao Jun show is all composed of male and female sopranos, and a bright female voice like White Rose can only serve as a small number of solo voices in the choir, which makes her a little unconvinced, no way, who told you that you are not fully developed, and the thickness of your voice is not enough.

Under the leadership of the second ancestor of the art troupe, who only watched the excitement and did not perform, Li Er entered, and his arrival proved that this huge labor army show was about to start, and the prince Li Chengqian said that he was the deputy head of the art troupe. But this girl usually doesn't set foot in Chuxiu Palace when she is in the palace, as the prince of the Tang Dynasty. He usually follows the emperor to learn to take care of political affairs, and today Yanglin gave him a task. As the master of ceremonies of this show, what lines to say Yang Lin had already written a book and handed it to him two days ago, the first thing the host should do is not stage fright, his identity as a prince is there, and the daily entry and exit are all in front and back, and the only thing that can make him stage frightened is the emperor and queen, but he is at the age of teenagers who love to watch Xiàn, so Yang Lin is not worried about any problems with his aura, as long as he can recite according to the content of the book. Even if he reads it out, his task is well accomplished.

Backstage, the heroic 600 members of the art troupe were accepted by Yanglin, this is the first time since the establishment of the art troupe, to show the world their training results, Yanglin's requirements are to put the two hundred and five in the audience, warmongers, murderers. The ignorant people were all suppressed.

"Singing has been used as a lowly trick to entertain people for thousands of years, but in Datang, I hope to see people give him a new definition, it is a weapon that can arm the spirit of the people. It is a way to release the violent spirit in the chest of soldiers, it is a medicine to make people forget their sorrow and pain, and it is a kind of hope for a better life. It is a call to justice on earth, and today is your first battle. Can you let the people who were plundered by the Turkic cavalry after the catastrophe have the courage to live anew, and can you let the soldiers who killed the enemy in blood release the violent spirit in their chests and return to life? Whether you can sing the world's expectations for a better life and exude positive energy is your task as a literary soldier, and I hope you can raise the strongest spirit and show your talent to the world. ”

Yanglin's pre-war mobilization was not unvivid, and a group of musicians who could only play and sing were stirring up their enthusiasm, who were originally a group that was not taken seriously, and they could not imagine that in just a few months, they would become a person who would contribute to the whole country, and they would become a 'literary and artistic soldier' as the horse said.

"Do you have faith?"

"Yes."

"Louder, do you have faith?"

"Yes."

"All of them are there, stand upright, take a break, the musicians are on stage, and the singers are waiting." In addition to the musicians surrounding the stage, the choir also stood in a quadrangular square on the central staircase of the stage in order of height and shortness, facing the audience in all directions, and a platform with several loudspeakers in the center of them was the place where the host and the solo singers spoke and sang.

"Everyone must have confidence in their own strength, show people a confident side, as long as they complete their performances according to the rehearsal, they are sure to be able to shock these people who have never seen the true power of music, Ling Yuhan is the first to play, this song you mainly reflect a kind of righteousness, the first sentence will shock the momentum of the audience, the treble part is not clear, it must be full." Yang Lin patted Ling Yuhan, who was wearing a Tang Cavalry Captain's uniform, on the shoulder and said, signaling that once Li Chengqian's opening remarks were over, it would be time for him to take the stage, and he would also hold the baton in his hand and board a small stage in the center of the two major groups of musicians and choirs, and the conductor of the choir and orchestra could only barely be completed by him.

"In the cold winter, the Turks attacked, 100,000 people, all of them died in Weishui, how brave my Tang soldiers are, how unyielding my Tang people, Zhenguan's first year of the Weishui Battle Performance starts now, let us invite the first singer of the art troupe to sing on stage with warm applause Ling Yuhan, the song he will bring to you is 'we, the people who are soldiers'." Li Chengqian's voice was not loud, but it was particularly loud under the loudspeakers in all directions, and hundreds of microphones spread his words far away, as if he was talking beside everyone, and the cold wind in winter prompted people to move closer to the stage, and hundreds of musical instruments roared at the same time.

"We are soldiers, we are soldiers, we are soldiers, we are soldiers, we are soldiers." Hundreds of choir members roared out at the same time as Yang Lin's baton was waved, and Ling Yuhan, dressed in military uniform, stood still in the center of the stage.

"What is different about us soldiers, just because we all wear simple military uniforms. What is different about us soldiers, since I left my hometown, it is difficult to see my father and mother.

Say it's different, in fact, it's the same, it's all the years of youth, it's all hot-blooded, it's different, in fact, it's the same, the same footprints are left, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. ”

"A man who is a soldier, a man who is a soldier." Every time Yanglin's baton waved, hundreds of choir members roared in unison, and the effect of the scene was very good, only the first paragraph stunned all the audience at the scene, and the generals and colonels with military experience instantly burst into tears.

"We are soldiers, but they are different, with the bright moon at the border on our heads, and we are covered in snow and frost, we are soldiers, we are different, for the sake of national peace, we hold the guns in our hands.

Say it's different, in fact, it's the same, they are all longing for glory, they are all winning glory, saying that it's different, in fact, it's the same, the same style is fluttering in the wind over the Tang Dynasty"

The chorus rang out in unison, and when Ling Yuhan's last sentence ended, thunderous applause and cheers and roars rang out from the audience, and Yang Lin saw the blood from their tearful eyes, even Li Er, who was infected by this art form that had never been seen before.

"Hey, it seems that the gap between me and the master of the horse is not half a star." Feng Zhidai wiped the tears in the corners of his eyes and sighed, his palms were already red, what he saw was that Yanglin used a song to give the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty a soul.

Ling Yuhan has never been so excited in his life as he is now, bowed down to all sides and thanked him reluctantly walked off the stage, Li Chengqian, who appeared on the stage again, also wiped the corners of his eyes for a while, although he had heard this song several times during the rehearsal, but he couldn't control his excited feelings, and when everyone's feelings slowed down slightly, he recited them again according to the script handed to him by Yang Lin, this time he felt more and more affectionate.

"People say that there will be sacrifices when there is war, in order to protect the people of my Datang from being harmed by foreign races, those young soldiers used their blood and bodies to build the Great Wall in our hearts, although they are gone, but they will always live in our hearts, they will always be the loveliest people in our hearts, let's follow the song 'Remembering comrades-in-arms' by the singer of the Art Troupe Nie Fengyun to remember those young soldiers who dedicated their beautiful youth to the Tang Dynasty!" The second half of Li Chengqian's sentence was almost uttered with a crying voice, and he remembered the heart-rending voice.

"At the foot of Chang'an is my lovely hometown, when I left him, it was like the cantaloupe, broken melon seedlings. Under the poplar tree lived the girl of my heart, and when I parted from her, she hung on the wall like a lute. The cantaloupe is still sweet when the seedlings are broken, and the pipa will sound again when the pianist returns.

When I say goodbye to my comrades-in-arms, it seems that the avalanche is rolling, ah~~~ Dear comrades-in-arms, I can no longer see your majestic figure, kind face, ah~~~ Dear comrades-in-arms, you can no longer listen to me play the piano and listen to me sing"

Nie Fengyun's song is a requiem that touches the softest place in the hearts of soldiers, and after Yanglin asked him to add some vicissitudes and heart-rending sadness, it was like a huge tear gas canister that completely opened the tear ducts of those soldiers who lost their brothers and comrades in the Battle of Weishui.

In the Tang Dynasty, the soldiers were all government soldiers, and the children who grew up together in the same township and village would be soldiers together, very regional, in the army, they naturally grew up with the brothers in the same township and village, and when there were brothers from childhood to adulthood, it can be imagined what kind of mood they were in, this song just gave them an outlet to vent their thoughts, as for the old generals who have been leading troops to fight for many years, they can't cry at this time, the most powerful one is Li Er, who blocked the knife for him, and there were too many people who sacrificed for him, He often thinks of it when others mention it, not to mention that under the catalysis of such music, Nie Fengyun did not receive applause, what he gained was a cry, as heart-rending as his singing, undoubtedly, he was successful. (To be continued......)