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Vol 4 Chapter 8: Game 3

Kazan, Russia, June 16.

In the morning sunshine, the wild atmosphere gradually rises in this cultural capital.

Traders and pedestrians appeared one after another on the famous Bowman Street.

The atmosphere gradually became lively.

Everyone until today ’s Kazan Stadium is one of the world ’s focal points.

Here, players from China and Denmark will have a battle of honor.

At 7 o'clock, the street became lively.

Groups of Chinese fans have begun to prepare for the street bombing.

This is something they look forward to and look forward to, and today they are finally qualified to do so.

They will start from Bowman Street and walk all the way to Kazan Stadium. They will convey the enthusiasm belonging to China to the world.

At 9 o'clock, provincial fan organizations and individual fans have gathered under contact.

The crowd grew more and more, starting from a piece by piece, gradually becoming more and more, and finally turned into a huge assembly site that was not visible at a glance.

Overlooking, the red clothing worn by the crowd dipped the street into a fiery red color, as if it were a bright fire.

Countless red flags shook violently in the wind, and dull drums were intertwined with loud trumpets.

In the crowd, dozens of flags stood.

It says that ‘XXX Provincial Fans’ Organization ’can be found in 23 provinces across the country.

This huge gathering of Chinese fans naturally attracted media reporters from all over the world.

A French journalist looked at this scene in shock and said, "You have so many people!"

Dong Yuming said with a smile: "This is not all!"

According to statistics, in this Russia World Cup, China has 100,000 fans distributed on the field.

The 30,000 fans gathered here are only a part of it. The other fans are still scattered all over the place and have not been able to come.

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In front of the team, a CCTV live broadcast vehicle also appeared there, and they will follow the fans' "Blast Street" action throughout the journey.

"Dear audience friends, everyone, it is now 7 am Moscow time. Behind me, Chinese fans are gathering. They will go all the way to the Kazan Stadium to cheer for our national team!"

"A large number of journalists and local residents gathered around the scene, and they were also infected by this atmosphere. On this day, Chinese fans and the national team once again appeared in the World Cup!"

"Look, they are about to start!"

In the lens, a cowhide drum appeared, with a trace of historical precipitation.

This was followed by a crowd of Chinese fans, who couldn't see at a glance.

Each of them had a hint of excitement in their expressions, and the red flag fluttered in the wind, whistling and cheering.

Suddenly, the cowhide bass drum was struck hard, making a dull movement.

Boom! ! ! ! ——

The drums sounded and the parade began.

"China!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!----"

I don't know who it is, so I roared upward.

The sound was loud, and there was a tearing tremor in the sound line, but it still couldn't hide the deep excitement.

After the man shouted, 30,000 people roared in unison.

"go ahead!!!!!!!--"

Bang! ! !

Thirty thousand people stepped out at the same time, the rumbling footsteps intertwined with the endless stream of musical instruments, which made the scene more shocking.

The long flow of people began to surge forward.

This is a fan channel, so there will be no vehicles or pedestrians.

For Chinese fans, this is their home court.

"Tie Han Xiongfeng, unbelievable!"

"We are an ancient nation, we are Chinese with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin!"

"We are here, we will win everything!"

Bang! ! !

The drum sound exploded like a dull thunder.

"Tiegu Zheng, must win! Must win! Must win!"

The roar broke the tranquility of Kazan, followed by a majestic singing.

"Jian Ji China, go to challenge together!"

Bang!

"Give China, create my glory!"

Bang!

"Blood does not dry, endless battles!"

Bang!

"There is China in the east, and it will rise like Japan!"

Bang!

"Hua You Rui Shi, who will compete with each other!"

An adapted "Great Qin Song" with dull drums made everyone feel that the soul was shaking.

The French journalist knew some Chinese, but he knew nothing about ancient poems. Of course, the approximate meaning of the lyrics was understandable, and because of this, he was shocked. "What kind of song is this? Why have I never listened?" Ever? "

In the vision of French journalists, shouldn't the ancient Chinese songs be the gentle Jiangnan style?

Why suddenly became so irritable?

Dong Yuming also listened to the blood boiling, especially the roar of 30,000 people made his heart thump.

He knows this song. This is a song of the Chinese nation in a certain period. This is the Song of the Great Qin War. It was born for war.

Dong Yuming was too lazy to explain, saying: "You just think this is the Chinese version of the Viking Battle Roar!"

"Really?" The French reporter blinked and said, "You also have this type of song?"

Dong Yuming grinned and said, "China has a history of 5,000 years. We have a variety of songs created by various genres. This is the Great Qin War Song. It is the first Chinese dynasty to sing for battle. This war song represents our attitude! "

"China! Fight!" Dong Yuming took a deep breath and shouted towards the distant crowd ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Town Arm, said: "A win! A win! A win!"

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On the other side, in the hotel where the Chinese team stays, the Chinese national team is also preparing to set off to meet their first challenge.

In the room, Yi Le wore a national team jacket, put his own shoes, leg guards, and other game equipment into the bag, and snapped the zipper.

Dingdong!

The phone rings.

Yi Le opened the phone, is a WeChat.

In a photo, Zhang Doudou wore the national team's No. 21 jersey, the national flag was affixed to his left cheek, and the words "Yile cheering" were on his right cheek.

The pure and pretty appearance made Yi Le smile involuntarily.

He replied: "We will win!"

Dingdong!

"I will cheer for you in the stands!"

Yi Le ridiculed: "Do not shout her husband?"

Zhang Doudou: "(Frightened) Gouzi, you changed!"

Yi Le chuckled. He put down his phone and took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.

This game is difficult to play.

Although Denmark is not a good grab, but in the eyes of the Chinese team, they are still a strong team.

But when he came here, he didn't want to leave like that.

He wants to win!

Even if it's just a game!