(In order to fulfill his promise, he woke up early in the morning to update.）
On the darkened stage, three ladder-shaped iron platforms were pushed up. Below the stage, a fully equipped symphony orchestra was also moving in.
Because the equipment and props required were too much, the audience was watching everyone's entrance and layout in the dark.
Everyone was curious. What kind of singing program was this? What kind of a group of people brought this performance? They even used a symphony orchestra to play the background music for this song.
After watching the performance that was always the same at every gala, suddenly there was a performance that dared to make the scene awkward before it even started. Everyone's expectations were immediately raised.
Finally, the symphony orchestra was in place. All the members who were supposed to go on stage were also standing at the two rear ends of the stage and on a ladder-shaped iron frame in the middle of the front.
Only one person stood in front of a microphone stand at the front of the stage. Lights slowly shone down from the sky above the stage, illuminating the figure of the person in the lead.
At this moment, the sound of the horn attracted everyone's attention.
"Tututu”
Not to mention anything else, this hurried and timely horn sound instantly woke Old Master Chen, who had just rubbed his sleepy eyes, up. His turbid eyes emitted a light that ordinary people did not dare to look at directly.
"If the motherland is invaded, hot-blooded men should be self-reliant. Drink up this bowl of hometown wine, the warrior will never return.”
A deep, magnetic, and slightly hoarse voice came out from the mouth of the figure at the front, which was illuminated by the light alone. As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to have a penetrating effect, directly hitting everyone's heart.
The media keenly discovered that this was a great selling point for the news. They all started recording. He aimed at the figure standing alone at the front of the chorus.
"Surging Yellow River, surging Yangtze River, give me life, give me strength. Let the blood dye the most beautiful flower red and sprinkle it on my chest. The red flag fluttered and the bugle sounded. The sword was unsheathed, and thunder and lightning flashed. It was always the brave who won when they met on a narrow road. Forward, forward, forward, forward.”
A complete acapella was sung from the beginning to the end.
The lyrics of the song were not bad, but the whole process seemed to be a one-man show. Even for this man in military uniform, the effect was greatly reduced.
The media was surprised, but they were also looking forward to it. It was impossible for the symphony orchestra to remain silent all the time. The three rows of people standing behind him could not be just decorations.
Finally, with the sound of orderly footsteps slowly arriving, the moment the group of people entered the dim yellow stage, the lights on the stage lit up.
Two groups of armed soldiers walked in neat and rhythmic steps from both sides of the stage to the center of the stage.
Finally, when the symphony band appeared, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out along with their performance. Every note was rhythmic with the footsteps of the soldiers walking over.
As the surging song burst out, the real curtain of the chorus finally opened.
"If the motherland is invaded, hot-blooded men should be self-reliant. Drink up this bowl of hometown wine, the warrior will never return.”
Behind Chen Ang, the group of war heroes who had experienced bloody and fiery battles started singing at the same time with their hoarse voices. The cruelty of war and the sense of history were all transformed into the infectious power of the will of the soldiers of the Celestial Empire in the chorus.
"Surging Yellow River, surging Yangtze River, give me life, give me strength. Let the blood dye the most beautiful flower red and sprinkle it on my chest. The red flag fluttered and the bugle sounded. The sword was unsheathed, and thunder and lightning flashed. It was always the brave who won when they met on a narrow road. Forward, forward, forward, forward.”
This soul-stirring voice was something that no pop singer who had learned singing skills could express. It was the feelings of a soldier. Therefore, even the chorus of the art troupe could only be reduced to a line of people's harmony. This was also the most appropriate arrangement.
The red flag fluttered, fluttered, the bugle sounded,
The sword had been unsheathed.
It was always the brave who won when they met on a narrow road.
Forward, forward.
Forward, forward.
Forward!
Chen Ang's solo, the chorus of the Hero Platoon, and the harmony of the art troupe. The trio's excitement was accompanied by a soul-stirring symphony performance. It made people feel the indescribable shock of the military spirit.
At this moment, no one shifted their gaze or whispered. It was as if they were holding their breaths. Together with the majestic honor guard marching in the center of the stage, everyone seemed to see a national army that had grown stronger and stronger from blood and fire.
Thousands of words and feelings were all turned into the final four words that everyone sang together.
The soul of the army of the Celestial Empire!
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