flstandardbreds Chapter 116 I am the flower-growing worker-peasant Red Army, Xu Zhenhua!
Chapter 116 I am the flower-growing worker-peasant Red Army, Xu Zhenhua!
The open-air movie continued, and one urgent announcement after another, like a sharp knife, cut through everyone's heart. The whole audience was silent...
Prime Minister Zhuge Liang on the screen was furious and slammed the table and stood up.
"Assholes! How dare you, a barbarian, lay your hands on my divine flower-growing cauldron? How dare a tiny country like Japan take over my vast land? Descendants of the Han Dynasty, what on earth are you doing? The legacy left by our ancestors has been destroyed in your hands. How can you face our ancestors again?"
As soon as the words fell, the soldiers of the 25th Army fell silent, lowered their heads and looked ashamed...
Wang Jialie was equally stunned. He knew it was an actor, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat. He had no way of answering the question from Grandpa, a conversation that spanned millennia. It was the truth. Our generations had failed to protect our country...
Xu Zhenhua on the hillside said nothing. He had kept the truth secret for 300 years, and had worn away most of the blood of a nation. Numbness and indifference were the common perceptions of the people.
Fortunately, we flower growers dare to curse the sky and the earth. Even if it is the gods in the temple, if you are not effective, you will be laid off. But no one dares to curse their ancestors?
Hehe! Isn't this a coincidence? We can invite our "ancestors" out. The actors recruited in the mall not only look exactly the same, but are also inexpensive.
Well, next, it's time to make some excuses for us "unfilial descendants" and help some people express their "helplessness"!
In the film, that anxious narration sounded again.
"Prime Minister, it's not that we are incompetent, but the enemy is too strong..."
Many people in the field relaxed slightly when they heard this, including the generals and officers of the 25th Army. After a century of poverty and weakness, China had fallen from a prosperous dynasty to a prey of the great powers. The reason was that the enemy grew stronger too quickly.
The prime minister on the screen showed a look of disdain!
"How strong can a mere barbarian be?"
At the same time, Xu Zhenhua pressed the intercom.
"Slice! Play the second part!"
Putting down the walkie-talkie, Xu Zhenhua looked determined. I'm not trying to boost others' morale. There's nothing I can do about it. This is a characteristic of our flower-growing nation. We become stronger when facing a stronger opponent.
Hey, brothers of the 25th Army, hold on! This is an important step in rekindling your bloodlust. Feel the horror of being controlled by filters!
Clips from the Luxinsha edition of "Yamato" and "Pearl Harbor"! Eh? Speaking of which, the Yamato hasn't even started construction yet, eh! Who cares!
The background music Attack with a daily life style sounded...
The rapid drum beats, the fleeting sound of the flute, and the dull thrum of the trumpet are so overwhelming that one dares not even breathe...
Everyone was shocked. Senior officers like Wang Jialie suddenly stood up with their eyes wide open. Oh my God!
I knew Xiao Ri was very powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. Above the sea, the huge fleet of warships is really scary...
The people on the battleship's deck were like ants. Just how big was that steel behemoth? And those black, piercing cannons—they looked menacing even through the screen...
The next moment, Wang Jialie's face turned extremely grim. Before him appeared an aircraft carrier, a few unemployed pilots, strapped on "Bisheng" brand sanitary napkins, and the service soldiers were extremely professional and efficient...
As the deck commander waved the white flag, the Xiao Rizi fighter plane instantly accelerated and rushed out of the deck...
Inside the screening room, the air seemed to freeze. The oppressive symphony "Attack" hung like a dark cloud over everyone's heart...
On the screen, Prime Minister Zhuge appeared again, his face full of surprise, and finally sat down dejectedly...
The Prime Minister's reaction made everyone think the same thing. A Zu felt that it was impossible for us to defeat such an enemy, and the Prime Minister's lament rang in his ears.
"Heaven doesn't help the Han people! How could Heaven be so unkind to me?"
There was a slight choking sound in his words, filled with resentment and sorrow. Everyone looked up and saw that the Prime Minister had actually shed tears. For a moment, bitterness and sadness filled their hearts, and soon, everyone's tears also rushed out...
Suddenly, Wang Jialie on the slope wanted to control himself, but tears kept flowing. Thinking of my civilization that has lasted for thousands of years, it has reached its end. My heart is filled with deep sorrow. I want to do something, but it seems that no matter what I do, I can't change the outcome of failure. The enemy is too powerful!
Xu Zhenhua was also very sad. The heavy rain extinguished all the Prime Minister's hopes. I'm sorry! I don't want to use you, but the Guizhou Army has lost its way and needs you to point the way again.
Next, it’s time to get excited!
Press the intercom!
"slice!"
As the words fell, a dark yellow Han flag appeared on the curtain. It was tattered and the flagpole was tilted, about to fall...
Suddenly, another narration sounded.
"The enemy is strong, really strong..."
This voice was very familiar. Wang Jialie had already burst into tears. He paused when he heard it. It was Xu Shengze!
Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears. Wang Jialie was shocked, and all the officers and soldiers were also startled!
"But! Sons and daughters of the flower-growing nation! Who would like to be slaughtered like pigs and sheep? We are determined to defend the Yellow River, even at the cost of our lives! Defend Huabei! Defend all the flower-growing nations!"
As soon as the words fell, passionate music and a roaring chorus sounded...
"The wind is howling...the horses are neighing..."
At the same time, the mighty Yellow River appeared before their eyes, its waves surging with awe-inspiring power, forging ahead with unstoppable momentum...
An inexplicable, incomparable power rose from everyone's heart, and there was only one thought in their mind!
Defend the Yellow River!
Although he couldn't sing, soon the first person started to sing along, even though he was out of tune, he still tried his best to roar...
Then, the second, the third...
The song was played over and over again many times. Finally, under the starry sky, the voices of more than 25 people, including brigade commanders like Wang Jialie, merged into the th Army's "Yellow River!"
"Hold up our guns and rifles...to protect all the flowers!"
......
Xu Zhenhua found it difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart. The fighting gene engraved in the bones of the flower grower was surprisingly easily activated.
So, it’s time for the soldiers of the 25th Army to join the big family of the Red Army!
"Attention, all teams! Prepare to play 'Hear the Dragon's Roar'!"
The song ended, and the sound of footsteps echoed. Everyone looked, seeing only the rapid movement of footsteps on the screen, with leather shoes reflecting their shadows. The camera slowly moved upward, revealing green military pants, a military uniform, and a wide-brimmed hat. The camera then moved back, revealing a figure marching back, striding towards the large man's flag...
Xu Zhenhua's voice sounded again!
"For five thousand years of flower cultivation, we have had many enemies, including the Xiongnu, the Turks, the Mongols... Countless times, we have been on the verge of national destruction and extinction. But after so many years, where are our enemies? They are gone, they have all vanished, and our flower-growing nation is still here! The same goes for our daily lives; they will eventually be defeated by us..."
After saying these words, the figure had already walked to the side of the Han flag and reached out to grab the flagpole!
Prime Minister Zhuge suddenly asked, with a hint of surprise in his eyes!
"Who are you?"
The camera rotates, first showing a pair of extremely determined eyes, then a resolute face!
"Xu Zhenhua!" Wang Jialie couldn't help but lose his voice. Although he had guessed it long ago, he was still shocked when he actually saw it. He had no other thoughts, and he felt a sense of sustenance in his heart.
Everyone present felt the same way, as if they had found a backbone, and there seemed to be some feeling in their hearts that he could lead us...
Especially those soldiers who knew Baisha, they completely let themselves go, constantly calling him "Young Master" and telling the story of Shiqiao to those around them...
In the picture, Xu Zhenhua's mouth curled up slightly, and he grabbed the Han flag, waved it in the air, and suddenly plunged it into the ground...
"I am Xu Zhenhua, a Red Army flower farmer!"
The moment the big man's flagpole crashed into the ground, a shrill suona sound erupted...
In a split second, the scene changed, transforming into a smoke-filled battlefield. Xu Zhenhua was wearing a ragged gray military uniform, his face covered in dirt, but the red star on his cap was exceptionally bright...
At the same time, the large Han flag instantly turned into a bright red flag, fluttering in the wind...
Countless soldiers launched a charge, and artillery fire exploded around Xu Zhenhua, but he held his head high, fearless, and firmly grasped the red flag, using all his strength to roar...
"Flower farming will never die! Long live flower farming..."