"Go on the horse~get careless~

Break through the thorns and cut off the thorns again~

Head over the sky~ step on the loess~

Wave my flag..."

The song enters the final chorus.

The accompaniment singers worked together.

The Saint Seiya's voice is still extremely penetrating.

It was like the generals in front of the formation, and the harmony singers were the soldiers in line.

For a moment.

It was like a sprint for thousands of troops.

The sound of drums.

Great and mighty.

In addition, some sound effects are not produced by musical instruments.

The electronic music effect just makes up for this.

Coupled with traditional electroacoustic instruments and folk instruments, the entire sound field becomes more grand.

On both sides of the stage.

The singers wearing helmets have forgotten that they are still participating in the competition.

What I see in front of me is no longer a singing stage.

More like a movie.

Still the same large-scale epic.

In the eyes of the Fire of the Field, I saw a majestic and solemn palace surrounded by tall city walls. Soldiers lined up in the open square in front of the hall, and at first glance, there were dense crowds of people.

What Xingchen saw was the ice and snow, and artillery fire was bombing wildly on both sides of the frozen river. There were fighter jets in the sky, spraying flames.

The soldiers crawled on the shore, holding machine guns in their hands, and fought against the enemy opposite.

The horn on the other side sounded, and a tank rushed here at the risk of being trapped in a glacier.

A shell exploded on the ice.

Ice and water splashes.

The moment the tank fell into the water, soldiers from both sides immediately got up and launched a general attack.

Offstage.

A movie that a girl saw in college - "Crossing the Yalu River".

Especially the "Seven Foot Wind and Snow" in the lyrics make the picture more specific.

"The whole heart is full of war!"

"If the soul of the monk is about to return to his hometown!"

"I miss the bright moon falling to the bottom of the water!"

"Heroes of children are confidants!"

Qin Mo's last change of voice ended up neatly.

Under his helmet, he was already sweating profusely.

Even if you put so many anti-heat patches, it will not be of much use to this part.

Move the microphone away from your mouth.

Qin Mo took a few long deep breaths before he recovered.

The applause was boiling.

The lights have all been on.

Through the tiny hole in the helmet separated from the black veil, he looked at the audience and bowed deeply as usual.

Just in this moment of bowing.

The cotton pads that were originally stuffed on both sides of the helmet fell off two pieces.

Wow~

In a moment.

The audience exclaimed in surprise and stretched their necks to look at the stage.

The people in the back row even stood up directly.

"The Saint Seiya's helmet fell off!"

I don’t know who shouted and woke up the audience who were still immersed in the atmosphere.

"What?"

"Hello fell off?"

"Where? Where?"

"It didn't fall?"

"Wow! Cotton?"

"I was so scared that I thought I was going to reveal my true face!"

“…”

The audience who watched the live broadcast outside the venue also went crazy.

On the barrage:

“What’s the situation?”

"What did you lose?"

"It's not that the helmet fell off?"

"I heard the audience shouting!"

"Wait a minute...paper?"

"I didn't see it!"

"Director, Director! Turn the camera over quickly!"

“…”

The members of the on-site guessing team were also surprised.

They saw something falling out of the golden armor helmet.

But some viewers shouted that their helmet had fallen off.

I couldn't help but look on the stage again.

I found that the Saint Seiya bowed and his helmet was still pressing on his head, but compared to the previous one, it seemed to be a little tilted.

"What fell?"

Liu Dong walked onto the stage with a look of surprise, rushed directly to the Saint Seiya, bent down and picked up the falling cotton pad.

After looking at him, he was immediately disappointed: "I thought there was some evidence to judge his identity!"

"Ha ha!"

David Zhang smiled, "I thought it was, and I was still staring at it for a long time. I almost rushed to the stage!"

"Dear members of the guessing group, now you have finished listening to the song. Should you go back to your seat, right?"

Liu Dong asked them.

"become!"

Wuxian took the lead in standing up and returning to his seat.

Others followed one by one.

After they sit down.

Liu Dong asked again: "Today is an exception, let you sit on the stage and listen to the song!"

"Thank you. Thank you for not driving us away!"

David Zhang said quickly.

"But you all sat in front, have you discovered something?"

Liu Dong asked with his arms in his arms, "This is the eighth episode. How can you let a singer who started singing on stage for two months but never see what his identity is?"
To be continued...