The next morning, Moer got up early and entered the space. He packed up a lot of things he had prepared in advance, which together filled more than a sack.

After washing up and eating, she drove a jeep to the creative department. She wanted to drive there by herself!

There were no drills today; we were all preparing. The final decision was that the battalion commander, company commander Chen Qiuyan, and Du Lina would ride in Mo'er's car, while Li Hongbin and Zhao Dezhu would ride in the army truck. Mo'er's car would also be given a military license plate. Mo'er decided to donate it to the army, but would temporarily manage it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a good idea to have your personal car constantly hanging around the army!

An hour later, the troops were assembled, two jeeps and two trucks.

The leader's jeep led the way, followed by Moer, and then two trucks.

A line of four vehicles headed towards the engineering unit. Mo'er activated his mind as he drove. Five hundred meters in, small rocks rolled back and forth, rolling into the potholes and filling the road. The people in the convoy were completely unaware. They were just marveling at whoever had built the road; it wasn't bumpy at all.

Smoke and dust billowed wherever the convoy passed. A journey that usually takes five hours was completed in two hours today. From yellow sand to rocks everywhere, and then deep in the mountains, who would have thought there was an engineering corps deep in the mountains? Arriving at the corps, all I saw was rocks and hundreds of carts. No one explained what the project was, but Mo'er knew it was digging a cave, a cave that could accommodate two trucks side by side. The excavated rocks and soil were transported out by the soldiers using oxcarts, donkey carts, and hundreds of carts. The soldiers' hands were covered in blisters and calluses. The conditions were extremely difficult, but the soldiers had no complaints, and each one was filled with passion. They were willing to dedicate their youth to building the motherland!

Mo'er and the others were assigned to a room, where they put on makeup and changed clothes, then waited to the right of a makeshift stage. Aside from Mo'er, no one from the creative department had any performance responsibilities; they were simply there to experience the experience and gather inspiration. The front of the stage was filled with soldiers from the engineering department. Mo'er looked up and saw over two thousand people. The hosts, a man and a woman, spoke with powerful voice and rich emotion.

Female host: Good times always pass by in a flash.

Male host: The joyful song will remain in our hearts forever!

Female host: Graceful dancing makes our life more beautiful!

Male host: Please enjoy the dance of the grassland female militia!

Eight female soldiers in Mongolian costumes marched forward with heroic steps. Their dance was full of the flavor of the times.

The female militia of the grassland, with its beautiful stage pictures, tall and handsome characters, well-paced plot design, colorful dance vocabulary and graceful and moving folk music, immediately aroused strong response. In that pale and gloomy era, it was like a leaping flame in the severe winter, giving people warmth and hope.

After the dance ended, the two hosts came over again. The female host said affectionately: There is no mother who doesn’t like her own child, and there is no mother who doesn’t love her own child. No matter how old you are, you will always be your mother’s baby in her eyes!

Male host: Please enjoy the song "Mother's Kiss" sung by Feng Xiaona, with lyrics and music written by Li Moer!

Zhao Yunting in the audience widened his eyes, Mo'er's song!

Feng Xiaona's singing was filled with deep affection, full of love for her mother! The song was followed by a dance. Then came another song, "My Heart Towards the Sun," which was also quite nice.

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