Chen Song was dragged into a room.

He was completely pulled in by a child.

Before he could figure it out, he had been stuffed into a house next to the square. There were a group of big men in it, each with a strong muscle and a lush breast, standing there like a bear.

"Take off your clothes." Gobl said from behind.

"What?" Chen Song suddenly changed his expression: "What is this for?"

"Join the Viking Warriors." Goble said, "Don't you know? We all join the team and then perform the Viking War Cry."

"Oh yeah!" A strong young man screamed violently, but it was appropriate.

Chen Song understood that the Viking War Cry was a fighting tradition in Iceland. Similar to it, the Maori War Dance in New Zealand and the Charge of the Eighth Route Army. The initial significance was to encourage the soldiers and inspire fighting spirit.

Later, there was no war, and war cry gradually became a performance, which was particularly common in large-scale sports such as football matches. Icelandic athletes often ignite fighting cry before the game to ignite fighting spirit.

"I understand the truth, but why are you taking off your clothes?" Chen Song didn't know this. "I've watched the war cry show on TV. I'm obviously wearing clothes?"

The handsome policeman Gudesong squeezed out. To be honest, he squeezed out against the shirtless men. The scene of meat hitting meat still made Chen Song very scared.

He was afraid that the atmosphere would suddenly become philosophical.

After squeezing over, Goodson said, "You see that, you usually wear clothes when performing war cry, but this is not usual, it is Oktoberfest. You know, everyone will be more willing to have something happen to each other after drinking at the Oktoberfest. How can you win the favor of girls? There is no doubt that showing your strong physique is a good way."

"Yes, you don't have such opportunities at other times. For example, you can't take off your clothes while drinking, right? You'll be treated as a hooligan by a girl."

"Don't be rascal to girls at the Beer Festival. The beer bottles in their hands are not vegetarians. Every year, a friend is knocked by a beer bottle and concussionally caused by a concussion." Another big man came up to remind him.

Chen Song looked at it and saw that this wasn’t Sheriff Peterlic?

Peterlick seemed to have lubricated oil on his body, and his muscles were shiny, but his chest hair was too dense, and it was dyed with oil and looked like he was wearing a knotted sweater.

Chen Song pulled his clothes and said weakly: "Can I not participate in this performance? I don't know how to perform."

"It's very simple. Raise your arms over your head and clap your hands. Every time you clap your hands and shout 'BOOM', you can insert any words, including trash words and swear words, but you must yell out, have momentum, as long as you have momentum, everything is OK." Gobl taught him very carefully.

"Hurry up, hurry up, prepare to line up and rush out." Peterlick said, clapping his palms after looking out of the window.

Someone outside pushed out a big drum, and a big-bellied old man shouted with a microphone: "Viking children, quiet, quiet, let me say a few words!"

"As we all know, our Vikings symbolize the pioneering spirit of adventure, courage, and power. Our ancestors were warriors who surpassed the limits of ordinary people in Nordic legends. We are the descendants of legendary warriors!"

"As we all know, our ancestors once scattered the North Atlantic Ocean, and the roar of Viking war cry is still circulating over the ocean! Amid the war cry, our ancestors braved the cold wind, ice and snow, swords and sharp arrows to charge into battle! They don't know what fear is, they don't know what fatigue is, and they don't know what retreat is, and they always move forward step by step in the war cry until victory!"

"Today, let us welcome the descendants of the warriors to re-enact this legend, Viking Team! Come out!"

A group of big men became excited and slapped their chests with their palms, making a sound of slap.

Chen Song urgently pulled Gudesong: "I am not a descendant of Viking, I am a descendant of Confucius and Mencius..."

"You have passed the Warriors verification and are considered the godson of the Viking Warriors." Goodson said, "Okay, don't delay me. I want Anna to see my strong physique. I must make an appointment with Anna today!"

"Dream!" Chen Song immediately took off his shirt, "Anna is mine!"

In fact, a group of tough men stayed together in high spirits, and they were quite excited.

Peterlik kicked open the door and everyone lined up to run out.

Gobl was the most burly. He headed straight for the war drums. Someone gave him the drumsticks. He waved his arms and began to pound the drums.

As the drums sounded, thousands of people raised their arms and applauded and cheered.

The center of the square was empty, and dozens of strong men with upper bodies stood in a square formation.

Then, the drum sounded again, this time the sound was low and loud, with a slow rhythm: "Boom!"

The strong men waved their arms and applauded, and shouted with all their might: "BOOM!"

Then the onlookers raised their arms and applauded: "BOOM!"

After more than ten battle crys, the drums began to speed up, and the team's roar was faster, and everyone slapped their chests with their hands and made roars and wanton roars in their mouths:

"Fake!"

"Up! Up! Up!"

"Fuck me guys!"

A bunch of Chinese mixed with Icelandic is more conspicuous: "Ri Li Mom!"

The battle cry lasted for two minutes, and the big men's throats were almost hoarse, their chests were red, and there was certain that they had bleeding subcutaneously.

When the drums fell, many people crowded towards them, some were grabbed and raised, and Chen Song was also raised. Several old ladies with thicker arms than his thighs were staring at him with coveting eyes...

There is an advantage as a Warrior. In addition to some braised beer, ordinary beer stalls are open to them for free and they can drink as much as they want.

Of course, you have to spend money to eat, otherwise the owner of the hot dog stall who can eat in Goblin would burst into tears.

Someone gave Chen Song a Hercules-like wine glass filled with beer. He hugged it in his arms and a child. Today his wine was solved.

Jing Wei squeezed out of the crowd and said, "I didn't see it, Brother Chen, you have a small body and a lattice muscle, and you usually spend a lot of time in the gym."

Chen Song's muscles are completely different from those of Goblin and others, with a perfectly symmetrical, smooth, warm, and pectoral muscles, latissimus dorsi and abdominal muscles. The muscles are separated and the lines are clear and obvious.

Duan Yingxiong flatteredly: "This is not a dead muscle that is refined from the gym, it is all living muscles."

Du Xiaoxiao went straight to touch her, and Chen Song quickly put on his clothes. It wasn't that he was shy, but that he was too cold!
Chapter completed!