Rise From Eight Hundred

Because Yue Yiman likes to spend time with the Shitou brothers and sisters, it is natural that they spend the most time in Leng Feng Company.

Apart from Madam Yue, who else could Leng Feng come into contact with the most?

Tang Dao wanted to say, this is impossible!

But his reason told him very clearly that what Tantai Mingyue said was very likely.

Although women's consciousness in this era has begun to awaken, the general age of marriage is still much earlier than in the future. 20 years old is the baseline, and there are many sixteen or seventeen-year-olds in rural areas.

Although Mrs. Yue is already the mother of a child over five years old, she is actually only a young woman in her twenties or seventies. In the future, she will even be just a master's student who has just stepped out of university. Let alone getting married, she may be forced to get married. The nagging about "people and gods are angry" has not yet come to an end.

Leng Feng was about the same age as her, and Mrs. Yue often helped Leng Feng do laundry and other things because she was grateful for Leng Feng's care for her mother and son. In addition, Mrs. Yue came from the south of the Yangtze River and had a gentle temperament. Not to mention that her husband also died from the Japanese invaders in the Four Elements War. Hands, feeling empathy, she even felt pity for Leng Feng, who was full of hatred for the Japanese invaders due to family changes and rarely showed a smile.

The iron-blooded hero is the most formidable opponent to Zhuozhirou. It is not surprising that Leng Feng's heart, which was tightly wrapped in hatred, was opened by such tenderness.

"This is a good thing! Why is that kid Leng Feng so secretive?" Tang Dao figured it out and a smile spread across his face.

"Stupid!" Tantai Mingyue rolled her eyes and said angrily.

"Mrs. Yue is a new widow. Her husband has just passed away more than two months ago. Not to mention that she will not accept it at such a time. Even Leng Feng himself feels bad. With his personality, how could he reveal his true feelings at this time? Do you believe it or not? , If there were no external factors, Leng Shitou might have silently guarded Mrs. Yue and her son throughout their lives, and would never have said a word. "

"That's true!" Tang Dao nodded. "If Leng Shitou hadn't resolutely refused to go on a blind date today, I'm afraid none of us would have known what he was thinking, let alone in the future. However, now that we know, after a while, when my whole group has settled down, Mingyue, you will Let's go to Mrs. Yue to test her words. If she thinks Leng Feng is still good, we can make a match. Leng Feng is not young anymore. I believe that he will be happy when he gives that sensible little guy Yue Yiman a younger brother. of.

"Leng Feng is not in a hurry. Why are you, a commander, in a hurry? Even if Mrs. Yue is willing, why not wait until she is born as a filial piety!" Tantai Mingyue's face was speechless.

"That's what we do in normal times, but now, it's a time of war." Tang Dao looked at his fiancée seriously and sighed slightly.

“Only those who have experienced war understand that the greatest regret in life is not loss.

Regarding loss, each of us is constantly on the road of saying goodbye in this life, saying goodbye to high places, saying goodbye to lovers and friends, and ultimately reaching the end of our lives. Losing all loneliness is the fate of this life that is like a fleeting moment.

The biggest regret in life is that it's too late! Like Gu Xishui, it's too late to say "I love you" to the girl you like. It's like parents passing away, but the children who have traveled far away have no time to return home, too late to tell them I love you; like the battlefield On the battlefield, your comrades are waiting for your rescue, but when you break through the encirclement, what you see is the cold corpse of your comrades;

It’s too late, I don’t even have time to say I love you. That’s really the regret that I’ll wake up crying in my dreams.

At this point, Tang Dao's eyes were full of tenderness: "Fortunately, I didn't make Gu Xishui's mistake. I told the woman I liked personally that I liked her and would marry her!'

The iron-blooded hero is no match for Zhou Zhirou, and how can Zhuozhirou be rivaled by the iron-blooded hero's sudden tenderness, which is the most deadly weapon against women.

Hearing what Bao Ke said, Tantai Mingyue's face turned red and her head dropped with happiness!

Damn it, the regimental commander is really good at spreading the dog food! The few guards who were following you turned their backs and looked into the distance, but in their young hearts, they were filled with envy for Ming Xin and Tantai Mingyue.

As Bao Ke said just now, in such a war era, if they meet a woman they hate, they will do everything they can to save their lives and leave no regrets.

Erya, who was a few meters away, lowered her head and looked at her toes with a thoughtful look in her eyes, but eventually she gradually became clear and returned to hesitation.

"I understand what you are saying! In the war years, both the army and the people are in danger. If you hate it, why bother with so many red tapes. After a while, I will go to Mrs. Yue to inquire about the side and make sure that no of your capable generals are left behind. What a pity!" Tantai Mingyue said seriously after calming down her emotions that were about to explode due to Ming Xin's sweet words.

While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the back of the stage. The 'actors' sent by each company who were already in place behind the stage stood up and stood at attention to salute Mingxin. Mingxin smiled and raised her hands in response: "Are you all ready? , there are nearly ten thousand people watching in the audience! Although this is different from a military parade, we have to perform on the stage, but everyone can't show off, we still have to show our spirit as soldiers!'

"Sir, you are worried, we are ready!" All the officers and soldiers agreed.

Then, Mingxin saw Jia Dongxing and Bao Ke standing at the far end of the stage. Both of them were dressed in high spirits. Bao Kelei also specially wore his Baoding Medal.

This means that I also have to perform on stage.

Obviously, these two are going to represent the special operations squadron.

This was a bit unexpected for Mingxin. The special operations squadron had the heaviest training and missions among all the troops. Even today, there were at least a dozen people responsible for dangerous alert missions. Bao Ke originally thought that they would just send someone to go through the motions, and no one, including him, would think that they didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, they actually sent their deputy squadron leader and Bao Ke, who had the highest military power.

"What kind of show are you two going to perform?" Mingxin was a little curious.

"Hehe, sir, you will know it later." Bao Kelei smiled lightly, but kept it a secret, and then frowned: "That's right, sir, our special operations squadron is unlucky and happened to be the first to perform. The vote in your hand

Because all the programs of the party involve awards, the order of performance is not easy to arrange. Lei Xiong cut the Gordian knot and simply drew lots to see the luck of each company.

Obviously, the luck of these two elite soldiers in the special operations squadron is not particularly bad. This first performance almost means saying goodbye to the first prize.

From the perspective of human nature, everyone will have more expectations for the future, and will be influenced to cast the key vote in their hands. This is the case for the judges and special officers and soldiers.

"If you want me to vote for you, it depends on your level. "Bao Ke smiled and looked carefully.

Although he preferred the special operations squadron in his heart, if these two were not of a certain standard, he would not be able to vote.

At this moment, "Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" Four cannons rang out. They were blank bullets without warheads fired by the artillery company, indicating that the auspicious time had arrived and the party was officially over.

He, the highest commander of the Four-Line Regiment, will give a New Year's speech to all officers and soldiers.

Mingxin stood in the center of the stage, stood at attention, and saluted the audience!

"Everyone stand up! Salute!" Zhuang Shisan, who served as the chief planner, shouted fiercely.

"Boom!" The officers and soldiers of the Four-Line Regiment, who were sitting cross-legged in the empty field, stood up in unison. Stand up, touch your heels, stand at attention!

"Shua!" All raise their right arms and salute!

The sound is not as earth-shattering as the previous military parade, but it is neat enough. The people sitting in the field were also infected by this and stood up involuntarily.

"Everyone, stand at ease!" Bao Kexing looked around with a solemn military salute and roared softly.

"Boom!" The officers and soldiers changed their steps at the order.

Because nearly two thousand people executed at the same time, it was like a thunderclap in the plain!

The colonel staff officer standing in front of the straw hut accompanied by Lei Xiong flashed a look of horror in his eyes again. If the four-row regiment military rules of the previous military parade were neat, it was at least a military parade formation. As long as they have been trained hard, many troops should It should be able to do something similar, but now it is special. Even the special can do this, which shows that the officers and soldiers of the Four Lines have integrated military rules and discipline into their blood.

For the commander, how can such a unit not be easy to command? The Four Lines can achieve such a record, not just by fearlessness.

Compared with the colonel staff, the "celebrities" are not much surprised, but more happy. The stronger the Four Lines, the more it means that their investment is correct, especially those big businessmen who voluntarily donate to support the army.

They have already put the Four Lines at a very high level, but they still underestimated the army in front of them. An army of a hundred battles.

In other words, they did not underestimate the Four Lines Group, but underestimated the leader of the Four Lines Group, the little butterfly from the future, who had the most accurate judgment of the current and future battlefields in China.

Mingxin's achievements in military affairs, as well as in future business, also made these old-fashioned businessmen dumbfounded.

There is no way, who made him poor! Poor people think of change!

The future is the age of information. Business tycoons will monetize traffic, and Mingxin only needs to monetize the future. It couldn't be more complicated.

"Today is the last day of the 226th year of the Republic of China, and it is also the last dozen hours of the new year for all of China.

As everyone knows, in the past 26 years, the Japanese invaders brazenly invaded our north and launched an aggressive war. Our military and civilians rose up to resist.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. The Battle of Pingjin was lost, the Battle of Songhu was lost, and the Battle of Nanjing was lost. In the past six months, our Chinese army has suffered successive defeats in this war of national defense! Even more than a month ago, the inhumane Japanese invaders indiscriminately massacred hundreds of thousands of our Nanjing soldiers and civilians.

If we must summarize the past year, there is no doubt that this is an unparalleled year in the thousands of years of Chinese civilization history!" Mingxin's metallic voice spread through the speakers.

"So, although it is the occasion of the New Year celebration, I still ask everyone to express condolences to my Chinese comrades who died on the front line and to my people who died in the war!'

"Shua!" All officers and soldiers, like their commanders, took off their hats and bowed their heads in silence.

The people at the scene also followed suit, taking off their cotton hats, top hats, and felt hats on their heads and bowing their heads in the cold wind.

The soldiers on guard around them also held their guns and bowed their heads!

No matter they were soldiers or civilians, they were all their compatriots. At this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians on the field were completely sympathetic!

There were no tears in their eyes, only solemnity. Even the naughtiest children were tightly held by their parents at this moment, without making any sound

The whole field was noisy except for the crackling sound of the burning wood in the bonfire.

"Condolences!" Mingxin's low voice sounded.

"Before I went on stage, I had imagined how I should give a speech to reflect the joy of the New Year and the battle against Japan that our entire regiment will soon face. But when I stood on the stage and looked at you and the people who came from afar to watch my Sihang Regiment's military parade and party, I suddenly realized that it was unnecessary to say.

Our condolences to our fallen comrades and compatriots who died in the war have already explained everything. In the new year, the new year in the future, and even many years to come, as soldiers, we will definitely avenge the blood debts of the Japanese invaders for them!

Many of you standing here today may not live to see the day of the small Patriotic War, but as your regiment leader, I ask you to remember, remember this sentence!" Bao Ke pointed to the banner hanging in the center of the stage, his voice deafening.

"The country is destroyed, but the mountains and rivers remain!"

"If the Chinese men and women continue to fight the war, there will be no lambs in this land!"

"Fight forward and fight forward!"

"The mountains and rivers are safe!"

The soldiers and civilians in the audience raised their arms and shouted slogans loudly

"Chairman Jia, I'm getting old!" A middle-aged man in his forties in a suit wiped his eyes and sighed to Gu Xishui, who stood beside him for a long time without saying a word. "Today, the sand and dust blind my eyes all the time. ’

Looking at his old rival in the business world, Old Liu, who owns the second largest textile factory in Zhengzhou and donated 10,000 yuan like him, they are usually enemies, but this time he took the initiative to extend an olive branch. Gu Xishui couldn't help but laugh, pointing at his straight suit, and teasing: "You, Mr. Liu, are old, so are we old guys who are covered tightly in clothes about to be buried? Let's go, go back and sit down, the show of the Four Lines Group will start soon.

"Hehe! I don't mean that! Chairman Jia, it's not kind of you to prepare to move the equipment without saying a word. If you have a way, take care of the brothers! There are thousands of old and young men in my factory who have to support their families. "Seeing that the olive branch he offered was accepted, Lao Liu would not give up this opportunity easily.

"I originally found a connection to go to Sichuan Province, but it is not a cotton-producing area. Although it is stable, the freight cost of raw materials is high, so it is not the most suitable place. Just now, Captain Tang said he has a suggestion. Why don't we ask him together when we have dinner and then decide?" Bao Kelei paused slightly and said.

"Good! Good!" Lao Liu nodded repeatedly.

The audience suddenly applauded.

The two looked up and saw a young and handsome soldier standing in front of the microphone.

"This song is what Commander Tang taught us to sing on weekdays. On this New Year's Day, I Dedicate this song to all the brothers present!" Jia Dongxing, standing in the center of the stage, was a little relaxed, but he finished his opening words calmly.

"Come on, brother Xishui! Just for your handsomeness, I will vote for you now!" Li Jiujin howled in the audience.

The audience laughed loudly

A bamboo flute broke through the air, like a blast shot in the desolate desert.

"Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north

Dragons rise, horses neigh, swords are like frost

The heart is like the vast Yellow River

Who can resist in the twenty years of vertical and horizontal

Bao Kelei's slightly hoarse but high-pitched voice, combined with the slightly desolate sound of the bamboo flute, suppressed the laughter of the audience.

Jia Dongxing does not have much singing skills, and his singing with a little bit of hometown dialect is not that stable. In the future, let alone compared with professionally trained singers, even KTV gods are far behind.

But his voice was filled with a hint of killing and war, and the meaning of war came from the beginning of the three words "wolf smoke rising".

That alone would have been fine. Leng Feng, dressed in military uniform, walked onto the stage the moment the bamboo flute sounded.

His sword, which had never been shown to anyone, came out of its sheath with a clang, and he began to dance with it on the stage.

A sword weighing more than ten pounds, in Leng Feng's hand, was like a straw. In the candlelight of the candles as thick as arms arranged around the stage, the sword light shone with his constantly wandering steps.

Even people who don't understand martial arts can feel the cold sword energy that is like a dragon swimming and a startled wild goose.

Just looking from a distance may not be enough to understand the horror of the sword in Leng Feng's hand, but there are people in the special operations squadron to cooperate.

Six soldiers appeared around the stage, each holding a short wooden stick, two people in a group, and threw them at Bao Ke who was dancing with the sword after half a second.

It was like six large "hidden weapons" flying towards Bao Ke who was dancing with a sword.

Many people couldn't help but scream.

Who knew that Leng Feng's wrist shook, and the speed actually increased again. The dancing sword seemed to have eyes, and it chopped off all the attacking wooden sticks with a sharp edge. In less than two seconds, all six wooden sticks were split into two.

This is not a flower stand, but a sword with real combat capabilities.

"Good!" The soldiers and people off the field clapped their hands desperately.

Some young people's palms were red from clapping.

"Hate to madly long swords

How many brothers and sisters are buried in foreign lands, why hesitate to die for their country

Can't help sighing, even more speechless, blood and tears in the eyes The horses go south, people look north

People look north, the grass is green and yellow, the dust is flying I wish to defend the land and open up the borders

Jia Dongxing's sound of golden swords and iron horses did not stop.

The audience applauded like thunder!

No one expected that a song of loyalty to the country and a sword dance would make the party a climax, just like a military parade.