The Feijian Army happily set out on the road.
Thousands of horses galloping.
The cold wind is biting and the horses' hooves are galloping.
Enjoy the auspicious snow in one night.
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Feijianjun was so happy.
So happy.
This is completely different from the situation of crossing the Daxing Mountain and raiding the Wolf Valley.
During the surprise attack on Wild Wolf Valley, all he could think about was the situation in the northern Xinjiang war, and one move could affect his whole body.
Along the way, he couldn't care about anything except rushing and killing people.
That's different now.
A big win.
Returned with a full load.
My mood suddenly brightened.
Along the way, the brothers talked and laughed, pointed out the situation, showed great pride, and scolded Fang Qiu.
Especially as the New Year approaches.
I just happened to go home to celebrate the Chinese New Year.
Ye Meigui was escorted by Yan Qi.
The 'tightening curse' around the neck and the 'mechanical bracelet' on the wrist were deliberately placed in conspicuous places to give the appearance of being controlled.
After all, there are more than a thousand people 'protecting' Night Rose.
It's called protection, and it also means spying.
Ye Meigui watched the Flying Sword Army marching all the way. Although she was excited, she was distracted and distracted. Even in the ice and snow, she still had a positive military appearance.
She was very curious and asked Yan Qi: "Why is the Feijian Army's military appearance so good? It is far more elite than ordinary soldiers, and it is more confident and energetic."
Yan Qi smiled: "It shows that I am good at running the army."
Ye Meigui's: "How do you manage the army? Are you formulating strict military laws and disciplines? The Turks are extremely powerful in combat, relying on strict and cruel laws. Once violated, they will be killed without mercy."
Yan Qiyi rolled his eyes: "What are you doing? What are you doing? You just beat and kill them at every turn. Do you think our Dahua brothers are pigs and you can kill them whenever you want?"
"I'm telling you, only our Flying Sword Army can kill pigs. My brothers are all great, so we don't need those harsh and cruel military laws."
Ye Meigui: "If there is no strict and cruel military law, how can we run the army?"
Yan Qidao: "Strict and cruel military law is the lowest form of military management."
Ye Meigui was very disdainful: "Strict military law is the lowest form of military management. This is the first time I have heard of it."
Yan Qi's eyes were sly: "You didn't meet me. If you had met me long ago, you would have heard about me a long time ago."
Ye Meigui said: "We are all commanders who have formulated strict military laws. Anyone who dares not to implement them will be killed without mercy."
Yan Qidao: "The running of the Feijian Army has never been a matter of the commander, but of the political commissar. The commander is the one who uses troops.
Fighting, commanding battles, and running the army require political commissars, who specialize in managing the army. "
Ye Meigui was confused: "Where's the political commissar? What kind of position is this? I've never heard of it before."
Yan Qi chuckled: "Before I didn't come, there was no political commissar. Now that I'm here, there is a political commissar."
Ye Meigui asked: "Who is the political commissar?"
Yan Qi puffed up his chest: "Of course it's me."
"Oh, it turns out that you are the political commissar."
Ye Meigui smiled like a flower: "May I ask how the political commissar manages the army?"
Yan Qi asked: "Do you really want to hear it? If you just ask casually, then forget it."
Ye Mei Mei suddenly flashed her beautiful eyes: "I humbly ask for advice."
Yan Qi nodded: "Since you are asking for advice humbly, I will have a few words with you."
Yan Qidao: "Everything in this world is about attacking the body first and attacking the mind first, and running an army is no exception."
"My philosophy in running the military is to instill in everyone a sense of responsibility, mission, and honor."
Ye Meigui said: "With these, can we fight?"
Yan Qidao: "Not only can we fight, but we can also win the war. It can be said that if we don't have a sense of mission, responsibility, and honor in our hearts, how can our Feijian Army dare to attack the Wolf Valley with thousands of miles?"
Ye Mei Mei frowned and suddenly became interested:
"Sir, please teach me how to cultivate a sense of mission and responsibility?"
Yan Qi thought for a while: "Let me make it simple first and teach you a trick."
"What move!"
"Sing military songs!"
"Sing military songs?"
"That's right!"
Ye Meigui looked confused: "Sir, I don't understand."
Yan Qi snapped his fingers: "Brothers, let's sing the military song. Leng Qianhu is the god of singing, you take the lead in singing."
Leng Youxue's singing was so unpleasant that the wild boars shuddered when they heard it.
Once, Yan Qi and Leng Youxue were intimate.
Just when I was about to start pushing the cart.
Leng Youxue hummed a tune.
Yan Qi immediately withered.
This lethality is quite powerful.
How domineering it must be to be able to sing Yan Qi's songs withering away.
Leng Youxue knew that her singing skills were "invincible", so how could she dare to "show off"?
She angrily hummed to Yan Qi: "Why do you want me to sing?"
Yan Qi said: "You are a little red in the green bush. If you don't sing, who will sing? Come on, show your style to the brothers."
Leng Youxue pouted her red lips: "My foot is injured and I can't sing."
Yan Qi was speechless: "Foot
I was injured. Does it have anything to do with my mouth? Does your little mouth grow on your feet? "
Everyone burst out laughing.
"Bad guy!"
Leng Youxue drew her sword and gestured: "Why is there so much nonsense? You sing, you come and sing. I want to see how good you sing. It is probably as good as a dog picking up seedlings."
"I sing, I sing, just listen."
Yan Qi cleared his throat and started singing: "
Mud covered his trouser legs and his back was soaked with sweat.
I do not know who you are,
But I know who you are for.
For whom, for the autumn harvest,
For the return of spring, the wild geese return.
Full of passion, singing about youth without regrets,
Looking across the horizon, I wonder when my comrades will return.
Who are you and for whom.
My comrade, when will you return?
Who are you and for whom?
My brothers and sisters don’t cry.
Who is the most beautiful?
Who is the most beautiful?
My folks.
My comrades.
My brothers and sisters. "
Leng Youxue was so dumbfounded that she even forgot to cheer: "Bad guy, good music and lyrics, I guess you... you are great."
When the brothers heard the lyrics, they were so moved and had a sense of vicissitudes and responsibility.
Yan Qi waved his hand: "Brothers, sing with me. Mud is covering your trouser legs, sweat is soaking through the back of your clothes. I don't know for whom..."
Thousands of people sang together.
That aura is touching.
Many brothers sang and cried.
This is touching crying, excited crying.
Leng Youxue couldn't help but burst into tears: "Bad guy, you tricked me into crying again. Where's my sword? You made me cry. Let me cut a few times to vent my anger."
Ye Meigui was shocked, her beautiful eyes looked at Yan Qi with admiration: "I didn't expect you to sing so well."
Yan Qidao: "He is good at writing lyrics and composing music, but as for his singing skills, he is just average."
Ye Meigui nodded: "The lyrics are very good, and with this style of music, it's even better."
Yan Qi asked: "Do you know why?"
Ye Meigui's face was full of confusion: "The lyrics of this song are not gorgeous, and the style of music is not high-spirited. I really can't say what is good about it. However, I just think it is good. It is really good. Sir, what is it? Where is the best place?"
Yan Qidao: "Let me tell you, this song sings the hearts of soldiers, the unity and friendship between soldiers and civilians, the love of the people for soldiers, and the military soul of soldiers. It is so down-to-earth. Who doesn’t think the song is good?”
