Three hours

boom!

The big iron door broke open, and a team of military and police broke into the warehouse. It was difficult to distinguish the inside story of the warehouse in the dark. They all raised their guns to the darkness, and looked very nervous. Some people were sweating in their foreheads and they didn't dare to wipe their eyes when they stinged, for fear that death would come to their heads in an instant.

The leader's major lowered his voice and shouted: "Check it out..."

Under the moonlight, many boxes were obviously scattered and opened, and there were many weapons missing. A captain kicked over several empty boxes and moved one box behind them. He found that it was a huge long tube and component, thick bullet chain, and immediately raised his hand to report, and the major's expression condensed: "How could there be a heavy machine gun!"

"There is a bag..."

A huge cold came upon everyone present.

"Didn't my mother's heavy weapons meant not to be transported into the city? What's the food for the Logistics Department? Do you want our Spell Department to die? Come here... I'll shoot you-"

"Sir, sir, sir, please spare your life. We can't blame us. The people who are busy with money are not responsible, and the route is chaotic. Our logistics department itself doesn't know what to transport on which day. Many transportations are estimated. According to the mood of the people below, they will ship the goods randomly..."

"Go to your mother's random delivery. Are you going to be the transport captain to deliver goods to the enemy, and report to the commander that you don't care about your business?"

"Help help--"

"Bang!"

After the gunshot, the logistics officer's body fell on the ground, and the people around him walked through the corpse in different expressions. Before the war, they killed their own people, casting a shadow on the operation. The major called the team and jumped into the car, shouting: "Go to the theater--"

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Gaozhou Opera House

The multi-layer structure in the four directions is mainly composed of a large hall inside, with stairs and seats downwards. There are also stairs on the second floor. The two walls are equipped with various Western bronze reliefs... The naked female body statue has been criticized and has been recognized by many wealthy audiences. In any case, the consumer group of opera in this era is not civilians.

On the front is a huge red curtain hanging down, with golden twisted patterns slowly pulling the curtain cloth, showing a semicircle that stands out for the audience. The semicircle on the edge of the entire stage radiates out to the outer seats and goes upwards in sequence... The entire configuration realizes the gathering and amplification of sound effects, ensuring that the singing on the stage can be conveyed to most areas of the venue.

At this time, most of the seats were empty and the number of people was much smaller. Since normal audiences were blocked outside, most of the people who came to listen were active-duty soldiers, and a few retired soldiers who were interested in music were scattered. When the ceiling lights of the entire theater began to dim, a few were still whispering, and some went to the bathroom and said to the people on the seats in the dark aisle: "I'm sorry, please let me go."

"Bang!"

The spotlight was turned on, and the light column was projected to the center of the stage. The host in a small white suit came on stage. He came to the fixed microphone with a thick and long cable, and coughed at the large black microphone a few times. The sound of the audience consciously went down, and it took a few seconds to make the host look stunned. He saw sweat on his forehead, and he felt that many eyes staring at him in the darkness, and he was under great pressure... This is the army.

I reached out and adjusted the microphone, used to small movements to relieve my tension, and found my voice again and began to speak: "Thank you all the audience in the military, thank you Major General Tingshu, thank you friends who love music, come to support everyone's return to China premiere... You may be too patient with me talking..."

Such a little humor is normal in the impression of the emcee. There should be a burst of laughter below. The atmosphere of the civilian audience is as easy to be provoked by monkeys in the circus. However, at this time, it is only quiet and silent, as if... watching the monkeys jump and act.

In the huge awkward situation, the emcee was very embarrassed and hurriedly ended his speech: "Next, please invite everyone to perform a song on stage - "Heroes' Praise"!"

The silver confetti fell on the hidden steel beam walkway above the curtain. The cold tones and star chips set off the black dress of a white silk belt that appeared on the side of the curtain. They walked to the spotlight in the center of the stage, then took off the black lady's soft hat and held it in their hands. The beautiful black hair was tied behind her and bowed to the bottom. Some star chips fell on her hairline, looking like a beautiful fairy from the Milky Way.

"Applause!" The military pictorial officer shouted.

The audience immediately applauded warmly, which made the theater master who had just stepped down in a mess. Who is the master?

After all, Qu Qingge is knowledgeable and has not lost her composure, or everyone is not sure whether she can hear applause... Is it impossible?

The most recent clapping movements gave her feedback, so she saw her get up, and the second curtain was pulled open behind her, showing a piano.

Everyone suddenly realized that they wanted to play solo and sing?

Xie Tingshu looked back at the first floor of the venue and said, "Is he here?"

"I haven't found out that the spell barrier outside has not been touched, but beware of it... The twenty-three warlocks who were urgently recruited around us, as well as magic circles, ambushing, and support from on-site soldiers. The outer echelons are surrounded by layers of sieges. It is impossible to lose to him alone... I'm afraid that the trap is too obvious, so he won't bite the hook."

"It won't be obvious... Yihou can't give him complete clear information. At this critical moment, what I hope is that he will die after the assassination is successful... Look, he will come..."

The conversation didn't go far, and the person who went out to the bathroom came back and sat in the side seat without saying a word, his eyes flashed over the woman in the spotlight, observing the stage beneath her.

The stage is divided into several layers. The top surface is the performer's stage. The semi-enclosed partition is separated by the thick wooden boards. This is the traditional configuration of classical theaters. The best position for the sound is in the first three rows. However, the first performance will be special tonight. The song is new and has not been practiced yet. There is basically no room for them to play. Instead, it depends on everyone's solo and solo.

The piano has been placed on the stage. Although the band has no tasks, it is also ready in the compartment below to prevent the audience from using it in an emergency when they need it - the audience is the old man.

"Heroes... It seems that the theme tonight is a song dedicated to the heroes?" The band's conductor looked through the draft of the music score and was stunned. This is not the direction everyone is best at. You can see the traces of constant changes and adjustments, but it is a bit more heroic than the training songs in the past. For a woman, she has a very broad mind and pattern to create such music.

"This is perfect, at least the limit that can be created among the surviving composers today," he said.

The piano sounded, and the sound gradually became huge and roaring. Qu Qingge's low voice was like Xiao Guan, appearing between the sounds of the sounds again and again, as if it were the sadness of packing up his robes on the battlefield. The theater master heard it inexplicably, but saw the darkness... those soldiers who were fully focused.

The band's conductor gently said: "This is a song that only soldiers can resonate with. We can only listen to it. They are truly reviewing those tragic scenes."

"It's so sad, her perspective..." Xie Tingshu listened intently on the seat not far away, his eyes shining in the darkness, and murmured: "There is still a little bit of a gap... If this place is more painful, the next turn will be more powerful... we must highlight the rhythm of triumphal..."

"General, is he good at music?"

Xie Tingshu nodded: "I laughed at you, I was distracted from too many errands. It is not a good thing for a general. I am not as attentive as Ji Jiang."

"General, don't say that. Everyone's first performance tonight belongs to you. You are a well-deserved hero, not comparable to Ji Jiang."

"I am a hero, but he is not a hero?" Xie Tingshu's voice was angry.

"No, no, I mean..."

"Okay, this song is an unsung hero who sacrificed for us, soldiers, and for our just cause. All this effort is worth it." Xie Tingshu changed his tone and said to his left and right: "I think I can make suggestions with everyone after this show to make her song more in line with the context we need... Hum?"

Under the dark steps at the corner of the stage, there was a young man in a black windbreaker who held a flower on the stage and presented it to Qu Qingge. He stood on the side of the piano and made a few gestures to her. Qu Qingge turned to look at him in a confused way, and the two of them had a gaze.

"What is he doing?" Xie Tingshu's eyes narrowed, staring at the other person's side. The big black-framed glasses covered the other person's appearance, but there was always a kind of lingering familiarity.

"It's the sign language of the deaf and mute... Wait, I think about it..." The military has a wide variety of talents, so there is a sign language. He focused on observing the other party's movements, repeated with his own hands, and reacted: "It means, please get up and let him play a special song...a song with the voice of grassroots soldiers."

"It's ridiculous. Everyone will not agree to such a ridiculous request. Wait... she got up, what's going on?"

Some people saw it more clearly. At the beginning, Qu Qingge also shook his song with a smile and refused.

But when the other party talked about grassroots soldiers, the word "heart" and reached out to play on the piano buttons for a short time, her expression became different. She waved her hand and asked the assistant who came up to maintain order to retreat behind the scenes, and slowly stood up and bowed, and responded to the young and strange soldier in the same sign language.

"What did she say?"

The officer who could understand sign language looked weird and murmured: "It seems to be saying... Tonight is the stage for soldiers, and the voices of grassroots soldiers should be allowed..."

"Absurd, which company is the young man from which ignorant... Is it a time to chase stars now? What kind of grassroots soldiers' voices, nonsense, disturbing the general's interest in enjoying music..."

"I'll pull him down now...wait, the scars on that person's hand..."

"He is..."

boom!

A huge explosion sounded in one direction outside the Opera House. The little white cat rushed up to the roof and squatted on the top overlooking the city under the night.

Under the reflection of the ice-blue cat's eyes, small red mushroom clouds rose slowly on the side, and red light shone on the block, a panic of panic horses neighed and kicked, and the cavalry convoy exploded. Their panic triggered the panic of half of the cavalry and even the horses, and they began to run wildly, colliding with large loopholes on the complete and strict defense line. Some figures quickly approached the opera house in the dark...

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Chapter completed!