Iron Bull Legend

While the two were chatting, the host came on stage, and the program performed below was about telling lies in cross talk.

The actor was a very thin actor. As soon as he came on stage, there was warm applause from all around, and Tieniu also applauded.

The actors threw out their baggage one by one, and the audience sometimes laughed and sometimes applauded enthusiastically. There were also audience members who cheered loudly when they were happy and cooperated with the actors' performances.

Each program became more exciting than the last, and the atmosphere at the scene became more enthusiastic. Tieniu's interest also became high, and his palms turned red.

“While thousands of families are reuniting and celebrating the New Year, there is a group of unknown people stationed at the borders of the motherland. They are not afraid of the severe cold, forging ahead in the wind and snow, fighting against the severe cold and heat, fighting against the enemy, and fighting against the rolling south. Xinjiang, they fought against the scorching sun and fought to the death with enemies as cunning as foxes." The host's rich and deep voice brought the audience to the snow-covered northern part of the Great Wall, and the bright sun and scorching sun in southern Xinjiang.

"It is they who risk their lives to guard our homeland, and it is they who defend the safety of the motherland with their sweat and blood. Today, on a day of family joy, we have invited their family members and our most lovable people. , below, please invite the parents of martyr Wang Changshun who is stationed in northern Xinjiang." The host walked to the table near Tieniu, and a pair of old people with old faces stood up. Their expressions were serious, and their old faces were full of vicissitudes and pain. The sadness of losing a loved one.

The two old men bent down and bowed to the people around them. The applause rang out in silence and gradually became louder. Everyone's face was full of awe.

Amid warm applause, the two old men slowly sat down. With their eyes blank and blurred, they shed tears as they missed their children, and the big turbid tears wet their clothes.

"As well as our soldiers who fought bloody battles in southern Xinjiang, please invite Comrade Tieniu, the operational staff officer of the [-]th Army, and his family." The host called out Tieniu's name.

Before Tieniu could recover from the grief of martyr Wang Changshun's parents, his aunt pulled him up and said, "Oh, salute." Tieniu stood up subconsciously and stood at attention to salute.

"Counsel Iron, can you say a few words for everyone?" The host came to the two of them and pointed the microphone at Tieniu.

"Hello everyone, I am Tieniu, an ordinary soldier. I fight against the enemy with my comrades on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang. I am standing here, but there are countless comrades sleeping in the endless mountains. The bandits invaded my homeland and massacred my border residents..." Tieniu suddenly fell silent. Suddenly, Tieniu raised his face and shouted loudly: "Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are."

Tieniu's sonorous and powerful words, "Those who offend China will be punished no matter how far away they are." echoed throughout the studio hall.

After half a minute of silence in the silent studio hall, all the audience shouted loudly, "Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away they are."

"Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away they are."

"Those who offend China will be punished even if they are far away."

The shouting stopped, and Tieniu faced the microphone, "On behalf of the soldiers who are fighting bloody battles at the front, I wish my motherland prosperity, peace and prosperity, and I wish my motherland good weather and good health for its people. Now I want to express my heartfelt wishes." Tieniu looked at the band not far away, walked over, and borrowed a guitar.

Tieniu returned to his aunt, held her hand, walked onto the stage step by step, gently played the strings, and a beautiful sound came out.

Maybe I bid farewell and will never come back, do you understand?do you understand

Maybe I fall and will never come back. Do you still have to look forward to it forever?

If so, don't be sad anymore. The flag of the Republic has our blood-stained style.

If this is the case? Don't be sad anymore, our blood-stained style is on the flag of the Republic.

Maybe my eyes can no longer be opened, do you understand my silent feelings?

Maybe I will never wake up from my long sleep. Do you believe that I turned into a mountain?

If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has our love.

If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has our love.

If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has our love.

Let's sing a song, warm applause rang out, Tieniu shed tears silently, looking at the distant southern Xinjiang, as if he didn't hear the applause, the sound of the guitar in his hand rang again.

When we put on this military uniform and leave our parents in our hometown,

Come to a new home, where there are brothers with bunk beds,

Sweat is flowing in the sun, and laughter is left in the shade of the trees.

Facing the wind, facing the rain,

The one who protects me from the wind and rain is the brother in the upper bunk.

When we left singing military songs and set foot on a foreign land,

Holding a sharp steel gun, behind him are brothers in bunk beds.

I tried my best in the flames of war, holding you in my arms with perseverance and stalwarts,

Endure the pain, hold back the tears,

Send away my sunny brother on the bottom bunk.

Facing the wind, facing the rain,

You can give your back to my brother,

Endure the pain, hold back the tears,

Stay away from my sleeping brothers in the bunk bed,

Endure the pain and hold back the tears.

Farewell to my long-sleeping brother in the bunk bed.

. . . . . .

Tieniu burst into tears after singing, and slowly knelt down towards Nanjiang, "My sleeping brothers, your parents are my Tieniu's parents. I will do my best to protect their health, and give it to everyone." Happy New Year."

Waves of thunderous applause suddenly resounded throughout the entire studio hall. One tide was higher than the other, like a wave rolling by. Hot tears flowed down the faces of every audience member, making everyone immersed in anger and regret for those who passed away. The mourning of the martyrs.

Tieniu stood up, standing straight like a majestic green pine on a hill, "Stand at attention and salute." An extremely solemn military salute was given to everyone present.

Tieniu put down his hand, hugged his aunt who was crying into tears, slowly walked off the stage, returned to the table, and sat down silently.

"What simple and unpretentious words. This is the guardian of our republic. This is how they express their love for the motherland and the people with practical actions. This is our most lovable person, the most worthy of our respect. This is the person of our republic. Soldiers, let us give them our warmest applause again." The host's sensational words and touching words deeply moved everyone.

The applause rang out warmly, and everyone stood up to express their love for the defenders of the Republic with their practical actions.

The melodious violin sounded, calling people back, and cute children ran to the stage one after another, using their immature bodies to express a yearning for a new life, and people were immersed in it.