"Students, before I speak, please allow me to sing a song to everyone, this song was written by myself, composed by myself, it took a whole night until the early hours of this morning to compose, there may be flaws, but I will further improve it in the future......"

Shen Youjia, a colonel of the strategic forces of the Public Security Department wearing a military uniform, cleared his throat and began to sing-

"Listen, the battle horn sounds, the military uniform takes up arms, and the boys assemble and set out on the march to defend the country. Let's say goodbye, dear mother, please kiss your son goodbye, don't be sad, don't be sad, bless us all the way, goodbye, dear hometown, the star of victory will shine on us, everything we have loved since childhood, we would rather die than give up to the enemy, the teenagers are armed and run to the battlefield, and all of them are united to defend the country......"

The melody is very beautiful, and Colonel Shen sings very emotionally, but while singing, Mai Si suddenly has a strange feeling.

The melody and lyrics are almost copied from another song by Mai Si Na, called "Song of the Komsomol Member", which was taught to Mai Si when he was a member of the Komsomol in Hongyan Kingdom.

The only difference in the lyrics is that the other party replaced the Komsomol member with a teenager.

A big question mark appeared in Max's mind, how could he sing this song?

Moreover, the lyrics are all consistent.

As soon as Colonel Shen finished singing, the school leaders and teachers of the 12th Middle School who were standing on the side took the lead in applauding.

After the applause, Maith raised his hand.

"Report chief, I have a question."

Colonel Shen looked at him and recognized him as soon as he met Mai Si, and said with a smile on his face: "Mai ...... Max, if you have any questions, just ask. ”

"Max?" The classmates beside Max suddenly whispered.

Cai Lan smiled proudly, raised her voice slightly and reminded: "Max is very strong. ”

Max raised his voice and asked, "Chief, what's the name of this song?" ”

"The title of the song has not yet been decided."

"Shouldn't such a beautiful song have a name? Why don't you let me give it a name? ”

"Okay, Mr. Mai, let's hear about it?"

"Fight, boy, how's it going? Or the song of a teenager? ”

Colonel Shen's eyes suddenly lit up: "I think 'Fight, boy' is good, it's up to you." ”

After a pause, Colonel Shen continued: "This time, the number of armor soldiers selected by our strategic forces in the twelfth is eight, there is no doubt that these eight armor soldiers will be produced from the number of 358 applicants, and we will use the merit-based method to admit them. The second event is the 10,000-meter run, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The above two results are the only basis for our assessment, and it should be added that we have also added a mystery test, which is mainly formulated for a special combat team that we are about to set up, and this special combat team has a total of ten members, all of whom are selected from 100 armor soldiers selected from various secondary schools in the city!

Students, the motherland needs you, and at this critical juncture, you must show your responsibility and go through the difficulties together! ”

"Report, I have a problem!" A crunchy female voice said loudly.

Everyone looked at the girl.

is a slender and beautiful girl.

As soon as her eyes touched, Mai Si remembered that she was Qiu Sitong from Class 9 next door.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask a question on behalf of our girls, this selection of armor is all tests of strength and explosiveness, which is that our girls are naturally inferior to boys, if we have the same standard as boys, I am afraid it will be extremely unfair to us girls!"

Shen Youjia patted his head: "I'm sorry I neglected to confess, among the 100 soldiers, our plan is to recruit twenty female classmates, but the quota of girls will be referred to after all the female students in all middle schools in the city come out, so the announcement of the list of female soldiers will be delayed by one day." ”

After Colonel Shen left, a major officer of the strategic force walked quickly, picked up a roster in his hand, and said sonorously: "Now I will announce the serial number of each player!" ”

……

Of the 358 students who signed up in the 12th Middle School, only 73 were girls, who were the first to be tested.

The soccer field was immediately emptied, and the PE teachers began to wire the field, and a sheriff's office staff brought a large bundle of brand-new javelins.

This is the most primitive and easiest competition, and within ten minutes, the girls' javelin throwing test will soon begin.

There are a total of 28 classes in the third grade of the 12th middle and high school, and there are girls in each class, and almost no shortage of boys has gathered around them, cheering for the girls in their classes.

Niu Mei also came.

Before this, few people knew that Lan Ruoyu in Class 8 was her daughter, and she seemed to have been deliberately hiding this secret, but today she walked up to Lan Ruoyu unusually, and in front of many female classmates, she took Lan Ruoyu's hand and opened her mouth softly:

"Yu'er, do you really care about the selection of armor soldiers?"

"Yes, Mom, even if you succeed in immigrating to Mars and do nothing for the rest of your life, what's the point? I want to make my life extraordinary. ”

"Are you sure this is what you really think, and for no other reason?"

"Of course."

"Mom respects your choice and hopes you play well!"

Niu Mei walked out of the crowd and walked straight to Colonel Shen, and the two shook hands briefly and talked eagerly.

At this moment, Max and all the boys in Class 8 were standing aside.

Lan Ruoyu's number is high, it is the nineteenth, and it didn't take long for her turn to play, at this time she was wearing a set of sky blue sportswear, with a head rope to tie her long hair behind her head, and the cuffs of the sportswear were rolled up in a high position, looking like she was determined to win.

"Come on, Ruoyu-san!" The students of Class 8 shouted in unison.

Lan Ruoyu glanced back, his gaze swept over Max's face, a faint flush on his face, he raised the javelin, and after a quick run, he struggled to throw the javelin out......