Chapter 377

"Wan Zi, you say you fans like me because I'm handsome, so what if I weren't handsome?"

What? A group of people froze again.

Wan Zi instinctively reached out and waved her hand in front of his eyes.

"Brother, are you okay? How could you not be handsome?"

Su Meng glanced over and pointed directly at a nearby company employee.

"Old Zhang, open the Yangshi Weibo account!"

Huh? Old Zhang was stunned, then hurriedly fumbled to open Weibo.

On the Yangshi Weibo account, a brand-new message had just been posted.

"Next Monday, the annual Anti-Japanese War epic 'Drawing Sword' will launch with a shock!"

Below it was a video, with the two huge characters 'Drawing Sword' standing out exceptionally prominently.

Beneath the two huge characters were a few smaller ones—Su Meng's work!

Old Zhang's eyes immediately lit up.

"Brother Su, has 'Drawing Sword' been scheduled?"

"Cut the nonsense, open the video!"

"Hey, sure thing!" Old Zhang skillfully opened the video and turned the volume up to the max.

Immediately, a stirring charge bugle sounded, the music swelled, and a majestic song began.

"If the motherland is infringed upon, hot-blooded men must be self-reliant."

"Drink dry this bowl of hometown wine, the brave depart never to return."

"The surging Yellow River, the roaring Yangtze, give me life, give me strength..."

Along with the singing, scenes of artillery fire and chaos appeared one by one.

Over a thousand Eighth Route Army soldiers charged out with the bugle call, engaging the Japanese soldiers in battle.

Su Meng also nodded silently.

This song is the theme song of this drama, 'Dragon Nation Military Soul'.

For this song, Liu Ruiming had specially requested approval from superiors and assigned the chorus of the army's art troupe to perform it.

The majestic voice blended perfectly with the lyrics, and paired with the brutal war scenes, it made people's blood boil.

In a sanatorium, Ling Ling Gaoda excitedly jumped up.

"Great-grandfather, look quickly, that's me!"

In the scene, the short Ling Ling Gaoda still had a trace of childishness on his face, and the red-tasseled spear in his hand stabbed fiercely into the chest of a Japanese soldier.

But before he could get excited, a bayonet behind him slashed down directly, knocking him heavily to the ground.

An old man sitting in a wheelchair watched the scene intently, listening to the singing beside him.

"The red flags flutter, the military bugles sound."

"The sword has left its sheath, thunder rolls and lightning flashes."

"Always, when paths cross, the brave win!"

"Forward, forward, forward, forward..."

The old man raised his hand with some difficulty; his voice was a bit weak, but still firm.

"Advance!!!"

Eastern Theater Command Army Headquarters, Commander's Office.

The majestic song echoed through the office.

"The red flags flutter, the military bugles sound,"

"The sword has left its sheath, thunder rolls and lightning flashes,"

"Always, when paths cross, the brave win!"

"Forward, forward, forward, forward,"

"Forward, Dragon Nation Military Soul!"

The resolute music finally ended, and two huge characters appeared on the screen—Drawing Sword!

"Excellent!"

The commander called out 'Excellent', then turned and asked.

"Political Commissar, how is the Political Work Department doing?"

The Political Commissar said seriously.

"The Political Work Department has already reviewed the entire drama."

"I must say, this is a truly excellent Anti-Japanese War drama!"

"It fully displays the spirit of our predecessors."

The Chief of Staff also chimed in.

"This batch we sent to perform as extras were mostly administrative or technical troops."

"After returning, they seemed like changed people, each one shouting loudly."

"They all increased the intensity and rigor of their military skills training."

"This mission was a baptism for them as well!"

The commander nodded and gave an order.

"Have each unit arrange to watch this TV series in rotation!"

"Yes!"

In the piano room of Yinyuexue Academy in the Imperial Capital.

Xiao Ying jumped up in surprise.

"Amazing! So incredible!"

"Xiao Ling, did you notice the subtitles?"

"Screenwriter: Su Meng!"

"Director: Su Meng!"

"Starring: Su Meng!"

"The Sect Master wrote, directed, and starred in this himself!"

Bai Xiao Ling merely hummed, saying nothing.

Xiao Ying's eyes rolled, then she suddenly remembered something and stared tightly at Bai Xiao Ling.

"Sister Xiao Ling, you took leave a while ago to film a drama; you didn't go to film this one, did you?"

Bai Xiao Ling nodded, her face remaining perfectly calm.

"Oh my, Sister Xiao Ling, you're so amazing." Xiao Ying ran over and grabbed her hand.

"Then tell me quickly, what role did you play in the drama?"

Bai Xiao Ling's small face flushed slightly, and she spoke with feigned composure.

"I played Teacher Su's wife..."

"Oh my! Sister Xiao Ling, you're so fortunate!" Xiao Ying jumped straight up, spinning around in excitement.

"So in the end? How many children did you have?"

What nonsense? How did it become about having children?

Several black lines instantly appeared on Bai Xiao Ling's face, and she said in a bad mood.

"What having children? I died long ago."

"Died?" Xiao Ying's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"How could the Sect Master have filmed you to death?"

"Then how did you die?"

"Was it fighting bravely against enemies, outnumbered, and finally detonating a glorious grenade?"

Bai Xiao Ling gave her head a hard rap.

Only then did she sigh, a trace of melancholy appearing on her face.

"To tell you the truth, you might not believe it."