"The officers on the other side are singing, too?"

"Silence a little and hear what they are singing?"

"Drum, don't stop!"

"The Chinese people who have been sleeping for a hundred years have gradually woken up

Open your eyes and watch carefully

Which wishes the captive to recognize himself

Because of shrinking and tolerance

People are becoming more and more arrogant

Call loudly

This is the whole country

Bandits have always been to invade

Will eventually die

The Great Wall will never be

The Yellow River surging thousands of miles

....”

"The Great Wall will never fall, and the Yellow River will surging thousands of miles away!" Tan Tai Mingyue gently recited the sound coming from the distant building, and two lines of clear tears couldn't help but slide down her face.

Yes, although the dark blues have no tunes, at this moment, the sounds are so moving, and they keep crashing into the deepest part of the hearts of all the Chinese present.

Although they are physical bodies, aren’t they the Great Wall of All Chinese here?

I don’t know how many Chinese people were present were moved to tears by the Chinese soldiers who were about to die.

But today the protagonist of the battlefield is destined not only to be the soldiers of the Chinese and Japanese armies fighting on the battlefield, nor to be the men standing behind the war drums.

The crowd suddenly surged, and many people looked back in surprise.

In the alley, several women wearing Chinese-style blue cheongsams, wearing Chinese-style buns, wearing red scarves around their necks, and not wearing makeup on their faces.

The women were all graceful in shape. They looked like they were not ordinary women, but they all walked towards the river bank with great determination.

Then, he bowed to Yingying on the other side of the building solemnly.

The people were a little confused. What do these women want to do?

Although most of the crowd were refugees who fled, there were also insightful ones. After careful examination, they were all very surprised.

One of these women is actually the pillar of the largest theater world in Songhu, and a famous actor in Songhu entertainment circle. It is good to be able to appear once a month. Even some big shots have to be polite when they see them.

Unexpectedly, today I didn’t show up and ran to this dangerous place.

Those who dare to stand here know the dangers here. They are now beyond watching the fun, but are helping the Chinese defenders fight against the Japanese. Once the Japanese are frustrated and angry, they may not dare to shoot the shells, but the bullets may be swept over when they may sweep them.

I didn't see those concession soldiers who didn't even stayed at the fortifications on the river bank now! They all hid farther away.

"My fellow villagers, since March, the Japanese pirates fired the first shot at Lugou Bridge, from the North China Plain to our beautiful Jiangnan, where the Japanese pirates reach the iron hoof, our Chinese rivers and mountains were robbed.

The little woman tossed and turned in the boudoir and couldn't sleep at night. Unfortunately, the little woman was unable to hold a chicken and could not hold a knife to destroy the Japanese pirates on the battlefield.

Today I am happy to hear that the soldiers of our country and the Japanese pirates are in battle. The little girl has nothing to do, but the tricks of singing and dancing are acceptable. So I come to offer a song and dance. I hope my soldiers will fight bravely to fight the bandits and restore my rivers and mountains!" The leading woman with a graceful figure roared crisply.

Nearly a thousand people were silent for a moment and a burst of applause broke out: "Okay!"

For these women in the entertainment industry, most of them are poor, but they are not bad. The two are actually living like two parallel lines. If war does not occur, there will basically be no communication.

But at this moment, they have a common identity---Chinese.

Do the same thing in the same identity and cheer for the Chinese soldiers who fought hard against the Japanese invaders on the other side.

"Sir, can I use the drum?" The woman gave a little blessing to the middle-aged man who was already sweating profusely.

"It's OK!" The middle-aged man asked for help.

He also planned to hand over the drumstick to the woman, but the woman did not take it.

Instead, the woman gave blessings to everyone again and asked loudly: "Who can sing with me?"

"Let's come!"

A group of young students came out, and about eight people carried the drum on their shoulders.

"Help me get on the drum!" The woman took off her shoes and socks, stepped on the ground barefoot, and roared softly.

Several women gathered around them and lifted them up and placed them on the drum surface, and then stood solemnly around the drum.

The woman was on the drums, and a pair of snow feet paused a few times, following the sound of "Dong Dong Dong!", the drum sounded muffled and roared: "Today, our Chinese army fought against the Japanese invaders on the battlefield, and we all dared not to care about this body. Then the Chinese people would use men as drums and women as hammers to return the songs we sang, and would not dare to care about this body."

"I have been sleeping for a hundred years, and the Chinese people have gradually woken up..."

The woman's singing voice was originally gentle, but she tried her best to sing, like a crying spirit. She sang while stepping on and kicking her face. The background was the Sihang Warehouse Building, which was rolling smoke but could not fall.

This strange scene was not only deeply engraved into the hearts of all the Chinese present, but also hit the heart of a French Empire reporter named Edward.

Edward wrote in the article sent to the newspaper on the other side of the ocean: I have lived in China for five years. I originally thought that I already knew this nation very well. Most of them were poor and ignorant. I didn’t understand what modern civilization is. I even despise their numbness, especially when they bowed to me and called me a foreigner!

But today, I found that I was wrong, and it was ridiculously wrong.

Especially when the beautiful woman wearing a traditional Chinese cheongsam with a traditional oriental hair bun danced and sang on a big drum, I had to admit that I fell in love with her, and because of her, I fell in love with this nation that I had despised.

I have to admit that I despise them because I don't know them at all.

This nation is weak because they are still immersed in the glory created by their ancestors, and they are just still sleeping.

And when they wake up, just like today, wake up, stand up.

God! There are 40 million people of them. If they can stand upright and face the guns of the invaders as they are now, it is hard for me to imagine who else could defeat them, including the French Empire, which I love the most.

Yes, please forgive me, that's what I think.

Especially when I saw the building standing in the fire in the camera and the beautiful lady singing in front of it, I finally knew what the Great Wall would never fall.

The Great Wall is not a city or a building, but their hearts!”

The French journalist who was completely moved sent out the words that shocked the entire French imperial society, and also left the famous battlefield photo.

The unyielding Chinese soldiers and their fortresses whose gunfire had been lit, were filled with gunfire, the people standing on the edge of hell, the women singing hard, were opposite each other on both sides of a river that could not be called an obstacle...

His romantic article has always been used as an annotation for the classic photo of the anti-fascist war, and to countless people in the future describe the story that happened on this afternoon in China, a land that began to burn war.

"Bang!" A gunshot shattered all this.

The French reporter's camera shutter has solidified.
Chapter completed!