"Revolutionary soldiers, remember..."
Under the night sky, mosquitoes buzzed around the streetlights on the sports field. Hundreds of people stood in a large circle on the field.
After the news review, the company had a five-minute break before being gathered here again.
The "happy party" the company commander mentioned was, in fact, a singing session.
The company commander led the singing, with the squad leaders singing each line loudly. The recruits followed suit.
After learning each song once, they would sing it directly. After singing it twice, they would move on to the next song.
One song after another. By the time it was 9 o'clock, Wang Ye felt his throat becoming sore.
He couldn't help but complain. What kind of party was this? He just wanted it to end.
Everyone sang with full force, not caring about being off-key, only striving for the loudest voice. It was harsh on their throats.