Emerald Star Red River Spaceport Terminal.

Ten players wearing various strange clothes were standing majestically on the roof of a warehouse with serious faces.

Some of them were wearing Superman clothes, some were wearing swimming shorts, and a certain player who got into big trouble because of his impulsiveness was wearing a black stockings bunny girl outfit with a pair of pink bunny ears on his head, standing in the center of the crowd.

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Compared with this majestic man, the two girl players next to him in maid outfits pale in comparison.

Although these people's expressions were very subtle, and some were so embarrassed that their faces turned red, they all stood up straight, with their chests held high and their abdomens lifted.

I saw them putting their right hands on their chests, raising their left hands slightly, looking up at the blue sky in the distance at a 35-degree angle, and magnificent poems were recited loudly from their mouths.

“…in the trenches,

We eat the same bread,

And a pinch of salt!

Humming the same melody,

They are all covered with the same military blanket!”

The poems are affectionate, full of emotions, and full of the atmosphere of the revolutionary era, making this grand recitation event extremely magnificent and eye-catching!

However, I don’t know why. Every time they sing a sentence affectionately, the players watching in the audience burst into laughter.

“…for the realization of communism

in the sky-shaking firelight

we are side by side

Charge at the enemy's 300-meter defense line

submachine guns fired at exploiters

Spewing bullets of proletarian revenge!"

Perhaps it was because the poem had reached an exciting stage that the strong man in a bunny costume who was reciting on the top of the warehouse looked at the rising red sun in the sky and shed a drop of clear tears.

Tears streaked down the cheeks, crystal clear like gems, reflecting the bright morning light of the emerald star!

"good!"

Someone in the audience below suddenly started cheering.

Immediately, the hundreds of people watching shouted loudly, which forced everyone to temporarily stop the recitation.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Wonderful! It's so wonderful Jill!"

"I laughed so hard hahaha!"

Looking at the people on the top of the warehouse, helpless and sad, with expressions of self-destruction in their sadness, the players laughed even happier.

"I want to record a video, okay? Why aren't you allowed to record a video? Hahaha!"

"Stop trying to die there!" Someone next to him laughed with tears on his face and held his arm and said, "I'm telling you, if you dare to turn on the video, you will be the next one to recite!"

Everyone laughed again.

On top of the warehouse.

"What should we do...ten minutes are up, should we continue?" The player wearing Superman clothes asked feebly.

"I think it's better to say goodbye... Look at Brother Kuanglan, he's already in tears..." The young boy in swimming trunks looked desolate and mighty, with an expression that said his heart has died, and looked at the crowd of spectators below with dull eyes.

"Then, let's go down, then?" The female player next to me said weakly, "This outfit is really shameful..."

Just when everyone was about to agree, the sluggish fighting spirit suddenly raised his head, as if there was a burst of fire burning in his eyes. Everyone could feel his enthusiasm through their clothes.

"No!" Fighting Spirit shouted loudly, looking around at everyone, "The boss gave us a request to recite "Dedicated to the Warriors of World War III" for ten minutes! This means that it must not only be ten minutes, but also at least

Recite this poem a whole time!”

The players nearby gasped.

What's the meaning?

...Do you want to continue?!

So, under the intense gaze of Dou Zhi, half a minute later.

From the top of the warehouse, people's affectionate recitations came again.

"Remember?

We drank by the Marton River
Chapter completed!