The crowd was silent, fixated on the platform across from them when Vasily suddenly shouted, "Filippov, beat the drum!"
Wang Zhong was startled; how could this troublemaker still be alive and kicking? Beat the drum?
He looked at Vasily, who was exceptionally tall, standing out even among the cadets who were already quite tall, easily distinguishable over the rows of people.
And that Filippov, obedient as ever, actually took down the marching drum strapped to his back and began to beat it.
From the drumbeat alone, it was impossible to tell what song it was, but Vasily immediately began to sing:
"Our march is long and hard~
"Soldiers, look ahead!"
Wang Zhong instantly recognized the song; it was "Departure," but wasn't it a work from the fifties or sixties?
The other cadets immediately joined in the singing:
"The team's banner flutters in the wind, the commanders lead the way!"
