The reason why he chose these two universities was Zhou Xiaoshan remembered the July 7 Incident, the fall of Pingjin, and the teachers and classmates in most universities in Peking City, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, crossing the Qinling Mountains and walking in the south of the Yangtze River.

He traveled thousands of miles away, and went to the rear to continue running schools with books and teaching aids.

Everyone traveled through mountains and rivers, measured their motherland, and supported their migration to the south to run schools with iron feet.

Why don’t you two go to universities? You are not as good-looking as others!

Chen Hu and his team formed a team of performing with Zhou Xiaoshan, along with dozens of children brought down from the boat. They rehearsed all day yesterday.

The secret service camp also eliminated a group of guys with incomplete tone and no rhythm. Although hundreds of people in the camp liked to sing, after Zhao Dehai's elimination, more than 70 performance teams were selected.

These men who are not afraid of fighting with the Japanese army.

Looking at the dark heads in the audience, my legs were scared to death.

The military orders were like mountains. Zhou Xiaoshan waved his hand and the choir of the secret service camp stood on the platform even though his feet were trembling.

When the trumpet and accordion music started, Zhao Dehai calmly walked on stage to conduct.

It seems like I have a backbone all of a sudden.

The soldier king who was born and died in the secret camp immediately calmed down.

The people in the audience were different. After waiting for a while, the performance started. I heard the accordion and the trumpet melody, and the ones on the back were all irritated.

But when the sound of the chorus starts, it is like a big bell, hitting the mind and soul, a strong sense of mission, and a passionate young man surges.

If the motherland is violated,

Hot-blooded men should be self-reliant.

Drink this bowl of wine from my hometown,

The hero is gone forever.

The rolling Yellow River and the surging Yangtze River give me life and strength.

Let the blood dye the most beautiful flowers red,

Sprinkle on my chest.

The red flag fluttered, the military horn sounded, the sword was unsheathed, the thunder and lightning were flashed,

The brave ones have always won when they meet on a narrow road.

Go forward, go forward, go forward, go forward, go forward,

The red flag flutters, the military horn rings,

The sword has been unsheathed, and the thunder and lightning have always been the brave one who meets on a narrow road.

Go forward, go forward,

Move forward, move forward, move forward, move forward, Chinese military spirit!

The theme song of this sword-drawing song is originally short, and it is planned to be sung by a small chorus twice in a row.

But when the first pass was completed, many viewers in the audience were crying on their faces.

Many people squeezed to the side of the stage, and squeezed to Zhou Xiaoshan surrounded by Chen Jingfang, Zhang Jixian, Sun Yongheng and others.

Beauties are always the most eye-catching.

Especially when there are a few big men who are snatching their feet and keep their feet.

Beautiful as a fairy.

What's more, this is a very attractive woman, wearing a purple cheongsam, with a curly concave and fair skin, and a head full of wavy curly hair.

"Hello, I am Liu Ziman, a reporter from Ta Kung Pao. Who created this exciting military song? Why have we never heard it before?"

"Hello, I am Chen Han, a reporter from World Daily. May I ask, are you the team of Commander Feng Tiankui, the 66th Division of the Sichuan Army?"

"Hello, I am Sha Baili, the reporter of the Real News. Are all the songs you performed new songs?"

A reporter.

He also saw reporters of this era for the first time.

I have also come a lot, but I can't get such a good news. It must be the cause of the relatives of the Village Hua family.

Lao Chang must have become a traitor, otherwise the reporter would definitely not know what he was in charge.

Zhou Xiaoshan, who had tidyed his collar, was about to be interviewed.

"Hello, I would like to ask, people in Tianjin are now panic, and many industrialists and businessmen are planning to move to Sichuan. Is this matter arousing you?"

A slap suddenly came in the face, and Zhou Xiaoshan felt that his collar was tidy up.

Listening to this question, I can see that I am not a good person.

There was a trait on his face, but he even had a traitor head with a middle-aged one.

"The 66th Division of the Sichuan Army, the troops of the Commander Feng Tiankui, and the major adjutant Zhou Xiaoshan, can answer several questions on behalf of the Sichuan Army and the 66th Division."

Forget it if you are not good-looking, you even make traitorous remarks. Do you think your uncle Xiaoshan is a good man and a trustworthy woman?

"Who are you? The reporter of that newspaper did not even have the courtesy to self-destruct the family. Did the Tianjin industrialist move to Sichuan? Was it agitated by the Sichuan army? Was it forced by Japanese soldiers and Japanese merchants? There were so many textile factories in Tianjin, which were dumped by the Japanese on the Chinese's own land, and were forced to sell the factories to the Japanese. You don't care, report, or urge the National Government to supervise the market, or hold the local area accountable, and ask me if you are still a Chinese. Pull him away."

The reporter who disrupted the situation suddenly became anxious, but the Pingjin industrialists at the scene were applauding thunderously.

The soldiers from the special agent camp did not care about so many of them. Luo Jiaxiang rushed out of the crowd and dragged him into the alley behind with a few soldiers.

"If you don't leave, I will tie you up on the big tree today and hang a traitor's sign for you."

"You've lived enough. Don't be a good person. Go and be a dog. Do you want the uncle to teach you how to be a human being today?"

"What do you mean to him? People who have castrated themselves with their character will also help him castrate their bodies and give them to the Japanese to be eunuchs!"

Several soldiers took out all the daggers and wanted to repair the traitors, so Chang Desheng went with them himself to pull them away.

Next to the stage, Zhou Xiaoshan faced the reporters and talked freely.

"This song, the following songs were taught to us by our 66th Division of the Sichuan Army, and Commander Feng Tiankui. He said it was composed by General Fan Shaozeng of the Sichuan Army."

The reporters who asked the question and the onlookers suddenly remembered the statements published by Fan Shaozeng in Ta Kung Pao and several other newspapers some time ago, as well as the two small songs that were widely sung in Peking, and burst into laughter.

This lawsuit between Sichuan generals can be fought, and people across the country can eat melons.

Several reporters quickly took pens and recorded them, and their eyebrows were dancing.

"Tianjin's industrialists moved to Sichuan. Is there any specific welcome measures for you Commander Liu Xiang?"

"some."

Zhou Xiaoshan took out Liu Xiang's handwritten letter and asked Chu Tianshu to read it aloud and hand it over to the reporters for circulating.

Some reporters were dealt with by the spy business, and the rest of the reporters raised their hands politely.

"A last answer to your question?"

Is this the end?

The reporters were stunned for a moment, and it was Liu Ziman from the Takongbao who snatched the first place.

"Hello, I want to be a reporter, follow Qianchuan's industrialist, go to Sichuan for interviews and ask if you are the army escorted by your Sichuan army?"

"Our Sichuan Army is open and honest, and will do whatever he says. We will not do anything shameful. We will do our best to ensure the safety of the lives of those who move to Sichuan. We will supervise the reporter and we are of course welcome. However, our quota is limited, so you need to report to our Adjutant Zheng Chunhua. We will take care of food and accommodation throughout the journey and ensure that we are accompanying the carriage and horses in Sichuan."

Zhou Xiaoshan, who answered the last question, was about to turn around. Who knew that he was pulled by a few reporters with a lot of questions.

"Here, here, you guys hold me back, are you going to go on stage and sing for me?"
Chapter completed!