"There is no need to tidy up the hygiene. Check the placement of items. If there is no problem, quickly review "Song of the Artillery Brigade"."
"Whoever is on duty today should go to the cafeteria quickly. Don't wait for the whistle. Go early. Remember to review the next song. Don't wait until you finish."
Back in the dormitory, Chen Ming began to make arrangements quickly.
"You don't need to be so nervous, right?" Ma Dazhu said suspiciously: "The squad leader just reminded us that our requirements for pre-dinner songs are not strict."
"Are you confused?" Chen Ming slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "What is this week?"
"You're in good physical condition." Everyone was puzzled.
"Yes, the physical fitness week focuses on physical fitness. The pre-dinner song is to boost morale and enhance team cohesion. What else can improve these things better than singing the military song of our own brigade?"
"What's more, you don't know who our squad leader is? If this matter wasn't urgent, he wouldn't even mention it."
"Yes, I heard Brother Chen right." Wang Shuaibing reacted first and found the note from his cabinet that the monitor had originally written the song on.
"I also think it's not wrong to practice. Just listen to the class deputy." Wei Chongchong responded the second time.
With the two of them taking the lead, the other recruits also panicked and felt that what Chen Ming said made sense.
They all took out pens and paper and started copying lyrics.
They were asked to learn to sing this song a few times last week. They could hum it twice, but they couldn't sing it from beginning to end.
Chen Ming, in line with the attitude of learning early and never losing, memorized the entire song. It may not be possible to sing well, but there is no problem in simply shouting it out.
It can roar at high or low levels.
The impromptu meeting held by a group of monitors at Zhao Lifei's side did not last long. Zhao Lifei hurried back to the dormitory before dinner.
I walked around the dormitory to check the housekeeping situation. I found no problems, so I walked out again.
Wait until the watchman outside blows the muster whistle.
Chen Ming just started to lead a group of people to the canteen.
The recruit company's cafeteria and dormitory building are not together. From the entrance of the training ground, the cafeteria is on the right and the dormitory is on the left.
There is a quite wide gathering area at the entrance of the cafeteria.
It is estimated that when it was built, the gathering area was made particularly wide to allow the soldiers to sing songs before meals.
Enough to accommodate a hundred or ten people.
As soon as the team leader left the dormitory, Chen Ming frowned slightly. The atmosphere was indeed different during the physical fitness week.
Usually after the students on duty blow the assembly whistle, there is no one in the open space in front of the cafeteria.
But today, none of the new recruits have arrived. Company commander Guo Yuanzheng, platoon commander Jiang Peng, and squad leaders have all gathered at the door.
Judging from his posture, it doesn't look like he's doing anything good.
"What am I doing?" In the team, Ma Dazhu stared at the door of the cafeteria, "Old Chen, you are such a tough-talking fortune teller."
"I'm afraid Lianli will teach us a lesson before we eat today."
"Fortunately, I just reviewed the military songs, otherwise I will definitely be in trouble later."
"Well, cheer up." Chen Ming was a little helpless. He hoped that he had guessed wrong. The army singing was not a nightclub outside. It had music accompaniment and a group of people danced wildly to express themselves.
When singing here, you don’t have to compete for talent, but rather for lung capacity and high notes.
As the deputy of the first class, Chen Ming naturally had to abide by the strange rules set by Zhao Lifei. He was the first to arrive for training and the last to arrive for meals.
It only took the whole team a long time to leave the dormitory, and when all other classes set off and arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria.
Chen Mingcai took people there.
...
"Comrades, after a week of adaptation, I believe you have become accustomed to the military lifestyle."
"This week is designated as a physical strengthening week, so before eating, we need to sing a military song of our artillery brigade to boost morale."
"The requirements are not high. All we need is that every comrade opens his voice, sings with momentum, and sings with the spirit of our artillery. Come on, each squad is ready."
Company Commander Guo Yuanzheng’s simple opening remarks ended.
Chen Ming and the others were arranged at the gathering point of each class. There were eleven classes and eleven stations in the recruit company, arranged in order.
After the company commander finished speaking, the platoon leader Jiang Peng took over the company commander's position and said loudly: "Come on, each squad will be ready, and the squad leader will do a good job of supervision. I will start, and the comrades will sing together."
"Through wind and rain, through blood and fire, the glorious artillery brigade gathers under the military flag and prepares to rise."
"Sing." Chen Ming roared, warning everyone in the group.
Zhao Lifei's face-saving character must not let him slip at this time.
Their side was fully prepared. The moment Chen Ming roared, it didn't matter whether the other classes sang or not, they took over anyway.
"Howling artillery shells, patrolling the air and sky, flying ballistics, igniting the fire of loyalty."
"Forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, forward, use me in the first battle on the battlefield, use me in the first battle..."
A military song cannot be sung well and has no momentum by one person, but if a group of people sing it, even if it is not in tune, it can be said to be magnificent.
The first class did really well here at the beginning. With Chen Ming taking the lead and his outstanding voice, Zhao Lifei was really impressed.
But when other classes caught up with the pace, he was not satisfied.
He came to Chen Ming with eyes wide open, listened attentively, and then moved to Wang Shuaibing.
"Where's the voice? You're grinning so loudly, what's the voice? I can't hear it."
"Zhu Guangzhi, you girl is going out? You don't even open your mouth. Who are you trying to fool?"
"Wen Junchao, do you have a cassette? You will sing for a while and then there will be no sound. Sing for me. You are not allowed to stop until I tell you. You are used to it."
Zhao Lifei glanced at everyone with his eyes wide open. The black face was at most ten centimeters away from them, and the feeling of oppression was extremely strong.
Chen Ming didn't care about that anymore. He closed his eyes and just roared. When he first started singing, there was still some rhythm to speak of, but he simply stopped caring about the rhythm later on.
As long as the voice goes out, there will be no trouble.
Class 1 was pretty good here. After all, Chen Ming reminded them to review in advance. Other classes didn't practice much since the squad leader wasn't there after exercises.
I can’t remember many of the lyrics, let alone sing them out loud.
"Traveling through mountains and rivers, chasing dreams for you and me, the artillery brigade of the new era, the mission calls me..."
"Where's the voice? Where's the singing? Your mouth is made of gold, can't you open it?"
"What about you, you have a pig brain, your mouth, open your mouth, why are you raising your head so high?"
Chen Ming closed his eyes and could only hear the out-of-tune singing and constant yelling around him.
The artillery brigade sang the song over and over again, and no one dared to stop until the "leaders" gave an order to stop.
Many classes failed to sing the entire song the first time. One class took the lead and they followed suit.
The overall sound was raised the second time, but still failed to meet the requirements.
A group of monitors acted as if they were deliberately trying to harass the students, yelling and threatening. Anyway, they just said two sentences. If they didn't sing well, they wouldn't let them eat.
Chen Ming sang over and over again until his voice became hoarse. He smelled the aroma of food wafting from the canteen and was speechless.
The current scene is not like training soldiers, but it always feels like dog training. If you behave well, you will be fed, but if you behave poorly, you will not even get a meal.
But no matter what the training was, a song was sung six or seven times, until all the recruits' voices were hoarse, and then they were allowed to disperse one after another and prepare to go in for dinner.
After this meal, I was really exhausted.
