Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

The regimental commander and the political commissar discussed it for a while and decided to allocate 4,000 yuan to Mo'er. Even if she didn't want it, she had to give it! Otherwise, if she was responsible for such a big thing, it would seem that the army was taking advantage of her!

After setting up the stove and lighting the fire, the fire roared and burned very quickly! Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing!

After the regiment commander and the political commissar left, half an hour later, six soldiers came. When Moer asked, he found out that they were here to guard the supplies. Moer put the tent in the space on the truck, and then asked the soldiers to set up the tent. The six people took turns to stand guard, and those who were not on guard had a place to rest!

On June 1st, the weather was beautiful and the breeze was gentle. Early in the morning, except for a few people who stayed at home to look after the house, everyone else packed their backpacks, which contained lunch boxes and other supplies! There were so many people that Mo'er didn't have enough bowls and chopsticks.

The entire regiment, except for the company commander and above, was running. Mo'er drove the car carrying the battalion commander, company commander, Chen Qiuyan, Du Lina, and Zhao Dezhu in front. The regimental commander's car followed, and then two trucks pulled the participating athletes. Otherwise, how could they rank if they ran out of energy before even starting the competition? Behind them was a long line. Mo'er looked in the rearview mirror. The smoke and dust billowed behind them—a truly spectacular sight!

It took us an hour and a half to reach the stadium entrance. We lined up in an orderly manner and saw two groups sitting on both sides of the stadium, with clear camps!

The athletes went to the locker room to get ready!

The sound system was the same home theater setup Mo'er had in his villa in his previous life, and it was excellent. Four large speakers were placed around the sports venue. The host stepped onto the platform, holding the wireless microphone Mo'er had prepared, and said, "Dear clients, leaders, and fellow comrades. Today is a beautiful spring day, with a gentle breeze. Young eagles flutter their wings, and spring flowers bloom."

Today, we're gearing up. In this June, with its vibrant blossoms, bathed in the warm morning breeze, we're filled with eager anticipation. Finally, we're welcoming this much-anticipated event!

Let us ignite passion with enthusiasm and write glory with sweat. Now the sports meeting officially begins.

First, we would like to invite Comrade Li Moer from the Creative Department of the Southern Theater Command Art Troupe to sing the opening song, "Singing the Motherland". Welcome everyone!

The audience cheered and applauded. Mo'er was dressed in a brand new military uniform, with a long ponytail hanging down her back. She was 5'67" tall, wearing combat boots. With fair skin, slender legs, and a pair of dimples on her face, she looked incredibly charming! The instrumental was copied from a computer; a USB drive was filled with the instrumental.

After plugging in the USB drive, the accompaniment of singing the motherland came from the speakers. Moer picked up the microphone, followed the accompaniment, and slowly sang the lyrics of singing the motherland.

Everyone in the audience listened silently. They had never heard this song before. Could it be a new song by Treasure Girl? Where did she get the accompaniment? It was so beautiful!

Zhao Yunting looked at Mo'er in the locker room, his eyes filled with admiration and fondness. My Mo'er is truly remarkable! Talented and charismatic. This song, with its rigorous structure and concise, is both accessible and catchy, vividly depicting the magnificent scene of China's birth.

Everyone in the audience was extremely excited, and the political commissar clenched his fists. This song must be sent to military corps and camps across the country so that everyone can sing it.

When the song ended, the audience burst into applause that lasted for a long time. Everyone stood up and raised their hands to applaud.

The leader kept muttering: Great, great, this song will become a classic and will be sung for centuries!

Mo'er saluted and slowly walked off the stage!