Arc of Gunfire

When the conductor turned around, the maid just changed a new dish for Wang Zhong.

Since it’s already dessert time, this is a milk pancake with sour cream.

Wang Zhong used a fork to cut a small piece of waffle with the intention of giving it a try. Unexpectedly, when the fork cut, it was like cutting tofu, and the solidified milk residue seemed to be broken off by the touch of the fork.

The taste is just right sour, and the sour cream covering the waffles and the milk residue inside the waffles form a wonderful combination.

Wang Zhong, who was so immersed in the food, completely ignored the music. When he was almost finished eating, he noticed what the band was playing.

This is typical carol music.

You say this song is not good, that is definitely not the case. As a soundtrack for animation, it will definitely enter the palace level. If it is paired with some memorable scenes, it can even become a classic.

Yes, animated soundtrack.

Wang Zhong could only describe this song like this.

He stood up and yelled, "That's enough! Stop!"

Some musicians saw Wang Zhong's actions and stopped playing first. When the band leader saw the musicians stop, he was about to get angry, but he immediately realized something, looked back, and then quickly asked the others to stop playing.

Wang Zhong: "What are you doing! It doesn't show the temperament of this war at all! If you put this music out, others will think that this war is a war game played by a group of noble knights! No! I refuse to admit this kind of thing It’s my hymn!”

The leader of the Yebao Orchestra hesitated for a moment, then said: "If you have any needs, please let me know. I have tried my best to express grandeur and grandeur in the music. If you feel that it is not powerful enough, it should be because there is only a small orchestra now, etc. When our whole band performs for you, it will be great if we add majestic string music. ”

Grandiose string music? The kind that Party A will like very much?

Wang Zhong: "No, no! Your understanding of this war is wrong! Are you the best composer in Yebao?"

The orchestra leader hesitated for a moment and then admitted: "In terms of the number of honors I have received, I should be."

Wang Zhong: "What's your name?"

His question caused a lot of whispers. After all, a nobleman didn't know the name of the best musician in Yeburg - even if he was a dandy, he should be more than that. Otherwise, how could he seduce a noble lady in the salon?

But Wang Zhongzhen didn't know. He wanted to confirm by name whether this was one of the musicians he was familiar with.

When the orchestra leader announced his name, Wang Zhong was completely unimpressed.

In a world where Turgenev became a general, Tchaikovsky might be able to command an army.

Wang Zhong: "Your music is totally inadequate! The tone of this war, at least now, is tragic! The people endured the great sadness of losing their relatives and friends, but still moved firmly to the front line. This is what the music should sound like!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong hummed a piece of "Holy War".

"Do you understand?" he asked.

Originally, he thought that after he finished humming, others would start to be shocked.

However, the orchestra leader and his musicians looked at each other for a few seconds before replying: "Oh, you want to add this melody to the music? Okay, I'll give it a try!"

As he spoke, he took out his pencil and started writing on the sheet of music in front of him, and then showed the sheet music to others.

They discussed for dozens of seconds more before picking up the instruments again.

Orchestra leader: "We have made some changes based on your opinions, please listen!"

The orchestra started playing again, but it was not the music Wang Zhong wanted at all.

"No, no! Stop!" Wang Zhong shouted and interrupted the orchestra's performance again, "What are you doing? Can't you feel the emotions in this melody?"

Not only the orchestra leader, but also all the musicians looked very confused.

Wang Zhong was convinced. He was vaguely aware of the problem. There were two possibilities: First, as a layman, he must not have hummed the melody accurately.

The second song conveys emotions not only through melody, but also through arrangement. I just hummed it, maybe I couldn't convey it.

He could only wave his hand: "Go away, go away! I don't want to listen to your arrogant words! Get out of here!"

The orchestra leader and the musicians ran away in a mess.

Wang Zhong sat down, looked at the half-eaten cheese cake on the table, and sighed: "I'm full, and I'm tired. I want to rest."

After saying that, he stood up and went directly to the restaurant door.

Lyudmila quickly wiped her mouth and stood up, and began to take over the situation: "Everyone, Alyosha has seen too many deaths on the battlefield, please understand. The dinner will continue, and I will accompany you to the end on his behalf. "

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At 11 o'clock at night, Lyudmila saw off the last group of guests and couples and returned to Wang Zhong's study.

Wang Zhong sat on the windowsill and looked at the moon.

Because of the blackout, there were no candles lit in the entire room, and it was pitch black with only the moonlight shining in from the window.

Wang Zhong heard Lyudmila's movements and said, "Why can't these people feel it? Obviously when I hummed to Vasily, he felt it."

Lyudmila: "Have you ever hummed it to Vasily? Just the melody in the restaurant?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, we had just arrived in Agsukov, and I had just sent the letter from the former No. 422 tank gunner to his mother. That night I thought of the old lady's performance, and suddenly I thought of this song, Just hummed.

"Vasili just heard it."

Lyudmila sat on the same window sill, her knees touching Wang Zhong's knees: "Hum again, maybe I can understand. After all, we fought together."

Wang Zhong looked out the window. Under the moonlight, Ye Castle had no lights and was sleeping in the night.

Lyudmila saw that he didn't speak, so she said: "Remember when the war just started? We were trapped in the basement, and the enemy tanks were passing by on the road next to us."

Wang Zhong nodded, how could he forget that that was where everything started. One day in the future, he must return to Rognezh, back to that basement, and see where the story begins.

Lyudmila: "Since that day, many, many people have left. Many of them I actually hate, but now that I think about it..."

Lyudmila did not continue.

Wang Zhongze recalled the sergeant whose name he had forgotten when he first traveled through time. The sergeant said at that time that he would not listen to the command of the pants-wetting officer, and then left with the team, and was immediately beaten into a sieve.

Then he thought about the female medical soldier who bandaged him. He wondered if she had followed him to break through the encirclement.

Then, after occupying the enemy's military station, he saw a family dying tragically in a cesspool.

…

Too many sacrifices passed through Wang Zhong's mind one by one.

He subconsciously began to hum, the melody was sad but also full of determination.

Rise up, great country, and fight to the death!

Wang Zhong looked out the window and hummed the melody with all his heart.

Lyudmila, who was sitting opposite him, stared at his face with her eyes wide open, as if she had even forgotten to breathe.

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Shostka, General Soldier Vasily of the 31st Guards Regiment is leaning on the table and writing hard.

Filipov, who lived in the same dormitory, came out of the shower and looked at him curiously: "What are you writing about?"

Vasily: "Tune."

"Didn't you say that you would never compose music in this life? Because it will make people think of your father!"

"No, no," Vasily shook his head, "I didn't compose the music. It was a tune that General Rokossov sang in Agsukov. At that time, I felt that the general was so full of emotions. But... Anyway, these days This song always rings in my ears.”

Filipov leaned over, looked carefully at the musical score in his notebook by the light of the candle, and hummed softly.

"The music is good, but the mood..."

Vasily: "Wait a minute."

He marked the beat and key at the beginning of the musical score.

"Hum again."

Filipov hummed again: "Hmm... I feel a little bit better!"

Vasily added a series of symbols to the musical score and adjusted the entire tune.

"Come again!"

After Filipov finished humming for the third time, he exclaimed: "A tragic and solemn atmosphere, a determination to sacrifice life and death, good, very good."

Vasily: "Let me tell you, I think the general is a layman in music. If I hadn't seen the general's expression when humming this song with my own eyes and felt the general's emotions, I probably wouldn't have been able to understand this emotion."

Filipov: "Then isn't this contradictory to you? Wasn't this piece written by the general?"

"I don't know. My father, Na Lao Deng, said that the music was already ready-made, and the composer just accidentally fished it out of another world. I think the same is true for the general."

Filipov frowned: "Are you... going to plagiarize the music and make it your own?"

"No, of course not, I'm going to submit it to the magazine for which my father, the old man, is a consultant, and it bears the name of General Rokossov. But before that I have to give it the whole word, you think about it, you write poetry Better than me."

Filipov: "Well... I will write the first sentence, stand up, great country! Fight for survival!"

"Okay, this first sentence is good." Vasily quickly split the lyrics and filled them in under the musical score. "Well, I need to adjust the words. You can change the sentence 'fight for survival'. Change it to something else."

Filipov hummed the melody again, thought for a moment and said, "How about changing it to 'fight to the death'?"

"I'll give it a try, um, it looks pretty good! Second sentence, come on, Filipov, say it quickly!"

Filipov leaned against the window, looking at the ripples of the Duva River under the moonlight outside. He pondered for a while and said: "If I want to talk about the goal of the struggle, how about the second sentence being 'annihilation of the Prosin invaders'?"

Vasily filled in this sentence, sang it softly several times, and nodded: "Okay. Keep going."

"Don't continue. This song only has the main melody repeated over and over. You write the chorus first."

Vasily was speechless: "The general didn't hum the chorus! He only repeated this part."

Filipov: "You are the son of a music professor! Come and do it! You feel the general's emotions, and you follow these emotions."

Vasily hummed the main melody repeatedly, and suddenly he was overjoyed and added a chorus after the main melody.

"I added a sublimation, like charging to the enemy, like an artillery battery firing rapidly, how about it?"

Filipov frowned: "It's just okay, far worse than the general's main theme."

"Stop talking nonsense and fill in the lyrics!"

In the silence, the moon quietly looked at the two people who were immersed in creation.