Cultivate a male god: After listening to persuasion, I became a top-notch

Chapter 238 A Story That Knows the Ending But Can't Extricate It! (Eight-thousand-character chapter, ask for a monthly pass!)

Some time ago, Liu Zhenyang actually heard about the "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" produced by Nongying.

After all, the Nongying Research Institute and Rongying Group’s office buildings are just across the street. During the filming of this movie, Nongying borrowed a lot of inventory props from the old Rongying Factory, and there was a lot of movement.

Through the gossip of some colleagues in the group, Liu Zhenyang also vaguely heard that the script of this film has been released, and online soliciting suggestions from netizens for shooting.

But the problem is, when all the colleagues, including several producers in the company, talked about it, they used a joking tone!
Moreover, although Liu Zhenyang is a layman in movies, he is a real expert in business operations.

Most of the time, if the plot of a movie is not good, it will brag about the details and the hardships in the production process.

Generally speaking, this kind of film and television works that over-market the production process and details, the final film effect is very hip.

As we all know; the most important core of a good film and television work is always the story.

All technical means are for how to tell a story with ups and downs.

So in Liu Zhenyang's view, the movie "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" is destined to be a bad movie.

Why do you say that?

The story of this script is too "well-known", it has no novelty, no suspense, almost the title of the film, the audience already knows the ending of the story.

Just such a theme... Who are these 4 people online?
How boring do you have to be to see the main theme of this kind of core?
With such doubts, Liu Zhenyang took the stool handed over by producer Liang Yongjun, and sat in front of the computer screen.

At this point, the plot on the screen has reached the second act;

After completing the explanation of the plot background and the state of Huang Jiguang, the protagonist of the story, the camera entered the trench with his perspective.

Compared with the trench traffic outside, it is dark and depressing here.But for the soldiers, this tunnel with no windows and no light, and even the air seems to be frozen, is a rare place to relax.

Under the dim oil lamp, the soldiers who came down from the position to take turns enjoying this rare tranquility; Gathering together and chatting about the mountains... Huang Jiguang, who returned to the tunnel, took advantage of the time to write a letter to his family.

To be precise, with the help of comrades-in-arms, I wrote back to my family.

"Mother, my son recently received a letter saying that the family is in good health. Although I have some difficulties here, mother, please don't worry. I think we are under the oppression of the feudal landlords and live a life of cattle and horse slaves. Although there are some difficulties now, we can overcome them. Yes. Then... as usual, the happy days are yet to come. What else do you want to write?"

Listening to his comrades reading the written reply, Huang Jiguang, who was illiterate, put down the rag with which he was wiping the submachine gun.

"Ask me again if there is any land reform in the family. How is the delivery of my elder brother and sister-in-law, and my younger brother...how is my younger brother. What else is my mother talking about?"

"Oh, your mother asked you if the battle is almost over, and when you will return."

"When will you be back..."

The care of Chinese-style parents is always like this. They clearly remember to love their children deeply in this life, but there is only one "thinking" and one "love" that is never mentioned.

The concern in the letter seems to be a hook that grabs the heart, pulling the reader's thoughts back to his hometown;
It was his last night at home after his draft.

The half-grown brother was sipping rice porridge, and the thin and kind mother was chewing hard buns in small sips.

"Eat, why don't you eat?"

"The army wants me... We will set off tomorrow, first to the [-]th Army camp in Santai County, then to the northeast, and finally to North Korea."

The mother's chewing movements were stiff at that moment, and the candlelight on the wooden table flickered in her eyes that were too thin due to her thinness.

Flashing together, there are other things.The main ingredients are reluctance and the care that has already begun without distinction.

The stiff chewing continued after a few seconds of silence.

However, at this moment, this chewing has broken away from the original function of the movement.Not for crushing food, but for suppressing choking.

"It's an honor to join the army..."

The old mother put down her chopsticks and turned her face away.

"It's an honor to join the army..."

The figure of the loving mother appeared in front of my eyes, but the real scene was the exhausted comrades in the tunnel and the wounded who restrained their groans.

"This battle is definitely not over yet..."

boom……

The trembling of the tunnel and the muffled sound of cannons broke the rare tranquility in the tunnel.

Looking at the dust falling from the top of the tunnel, the young soldier put on his military cap and picked up the cleaned submachine gun.

"Tell my mother, I have to make meritorious service before going back. If I don't make meritorious service, I won't go to the battlefield."

Holding a submachine gun, the slightly oversized and ill-fitting figure walked to the exit of the tunnel.

Standing on a high place and looking around, the battlefield shrouded in cold moon and stars, bursts of thunder tore the sky, and the sound of rumbling guns continued.

On the Ganling position on the tens of kilometers long front, strings of tracer bombs, flares, and signal flares danced in the air.

The screams of shells and dull explosions echoed endlessly in the valley.

Looking at the extremely realistic special effects ballistics, as well as the flashes in the night and the dust clouds stirred up by the shock waves, several producers in the production studio silently looked at Liu Zhenyang who was directly in front of the screen.

Staring closely at the exploding battlefield scene on the screen, Liu Zhenyang silently lit a cigarette, and looked at the barrage of netizens constantly refreshing in the interactive area.

"I love it! I love it! Art, this is real art!"

"Gongri's Rongying Group, just approve 300 million production costs for Mao? Give him the money and let them shoot! Let them shoot!"

"This back view, combined with the panoramic display of the battlefield, shocked my mother for a whole year! In a trance, I thought I was watching a Hollywood blockbuster! This is really spending money wisely! The production cost of 300 million To be able to complete such a job, the production team is amazing!"

"Damn Rongying Group, are you going to die of poverty? How many bad films has Rongying produced over the years? Only this decent one has set up an online university! Those who care about investment are probably eating shit!"

Looking at the netizens' comments on Feiqi, Liu Zhenyang only felt a green energy rising from the soles of his feet and straight to the top of his head!
In an instant, the suffering master encountered his wife buying gifts for Huang Mao with his own money on the street, and was disgusted by Huang Mao who scolded him for not giving enough money, and the complicated feelings arose in Liu Zhenyang's heart...

Damn it!
This shit was shot with the money approved by Lao Tzu. You don’t spend money to watch it, but you still scold Lao Tzu?

How can there be such a reason in the world!

"Is this movie good?"

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenyang turned around.With the anger of a bitter master in his eyes, he looked at several production representatives of the company.

"Heheha..."

"Em...cough."

Facing Liu Zhenyang's questioning, several production representatives looked away for a while, and then laughed awkwardly.

"Actually, that's it..."

"Yes, the plot is old-fashioned, and the story lacks suspense. From the beginning to the present, it has been relying on the war scenes to bluff people..."

Seeing Liu Zhenyang's unfriendly expression, several production representatives grinned.

"It's just that ordinary people can't take pictures..."

Just when Liu Zhenyang breathed a sigh of relief, someone muttered.

……

In the midst of suffering...no, Liu Zhenyang's nest, the story line of "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" is still going on;

On October 1952, 10, at 14:5, the 44th Infantry Division of the U.S. Eighth Group Army of the "United Nations Army", four artillery positions at Jixiongshan, Ganfengli, Chengzhuxian, and Qianfoshan assembled M7A1 1mm howitzers and M155 1 Inch howitzers, M8A2 1mm howitzers and more than 105 artillery pieces launched a violent bombardment at the height of 400 Shangganling.

As tons of shells fell on 597.9 like a storm, the so-called showdown officially started!

The dense artillery shells like hail destroyed the ground fortifications of the 597.7 highland in an instant, and the company responsible for defending the position under the fierce artillery attack hid in the No. 1 tunnel in Beishan.

However, the indiscriminate bombing of large-caliber artillery shells caused severe combat attrition even for volunteer soldiers who hid in the tunnels.

The violent shock wave from the explosion swept everything, and the soldiers hiding in the tunnel were not safe.Their eardrums were torn, and their internal organs were shattered against the wall of the tunnel. The partial landslide of the tunnel buried an entire squad of soldiers in an instant.

The air is stirring, the dust is flying, and under the relentless artillery fire, people are like ants in a storm, enduring the baptism of lightning in the narrow tunnel.

However, for this combat unit that has been baptized by shells, the most fatal blow is not only the reduction of combat personnel, but also the interruption of communication!
"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang! I am Zhang Zhuang! Please answer if you hear it!!!"

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang! I am Zhang Zhuang, please answer, please answer!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the commander of the Sixth Company's eardrums was bleeding, watching the soldiers who had bitten their lips fell to the ground after being injured by the shock wave, roaring in a different tone.

However, on the ground positions, the communication line has already been blown up by ruthless artillery fire.

"Zhang Zhuang Zhang Zhuang, I'm Li Zhuang! Please answer if you hear it, please answer it if you hear it!"

At the same time, in the tunnel of the regiment headquarters of the 135th regiment, even though it was far away from the main bombardment site, the regiment headquarters, which was still shaken by soil in the tunnel, was trying to contact 597.9.

However, the phone could not be connected, and the correspondents sent out to contact each other were silent. The regiment commander who predicted that the enemy was about to launch a large-scale attack through fierce artillery fire was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"Help someone! First aid kit! Quick!"

Amidst the dust, the last correspondent of the regiment headquarters was carried back to the tunnel of the headquarters by the soldiers hurriedly.

Huang Jiguang, who came to the regiment headquarters for a meeting with the battalion commander and instructor, was also trapped in the regiment headquarters by artillery fire at this time.

Seeing the wounded, he quickly put the submachine gun behind his back and stepped forward to help.

However, when he pressed the correspondent's wound, he found that his comrade was not breathing.

A silence shrouded in deafening artillery fire pervaded the regiment headquarters.

Looking at the body of the correspondent whose legs had been blown off and whose military uniform had been blown into cotton wool, the commander of the regiment looked at the people beside him.

"Are there any correspondents in the regiment?"

"Reporting to the head, there are no more, this is... the last one. I'll go!"

What is a hero?Heroes are ordinary people too.Only in times of crisis, they took a step forward.

At this moment when the frontline communication was cut off, Huang Jiguang, who was eager to make contributions, took that step.

Faced with Huang Jiguang's initiative to invite Ying, the head of the regiment asked the opinion of the Chief of Staff of the Sixth Company, and after learning that Huang Jiguang's professional skills were excellent, he agreed to his action request and issued a task;
Connect to the detour line of the front position, if not, go through the enemy artillery blockade, and pass the order "hold on to the position, the regiment will supply and reinforce the position after dark" to 597.9.

In order to ensure the execution of this task, the battalion chief of staff appointed Xiao Dengliang, Huang Jiguang's comrade-in-arms of the same year, to go with him.

But before the two set off, the chief of staff stopped them.

"Have a cigarette."

"Chief of Staff, I don't know how to smoke!"

Looking at the young soldier, the chief of staff twitched his cheeks and stuffed the crumpled cigarette into Huang Jiguang's pocket.

"That's okay, this thing can relieve pain... I don't need to say more about the situation. All our current communications have been cut off by local artillery fire, so the core of this mission is four words-establish communication! If you can't connect, go The front finger of 597.9, if the front finger is shifted?"

"The order must be sent to the battlefield!"

"What if the position is also lost?"

"Then find out the situation and report back as soon as possible!"

"Correct!"

Listening to Huang Jiguang's answer, the chief of staff patted him on the shoulder.

"You must play it by ear, everything is for the purpose of establishing communication, and come back alive! Jiguang, I know you want to make meritorious service, but you must remember, what is the purpose of joining the army? Not for meritorious service, but to save this battle. Give it a win!"

Facing the chief of staff's exhortation in an unprecedentedly gentle tone, Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang nodded solemnly and saluted solemnly.

At this time, the barrage on the Biz station had already boiled.

Audiences who have attended nine years of compulsory education, especially those who have studied old textbooks, know that Huang Jiguang died in this battle.

Seeing Huang Jiguang played by Li Youzhi and Xiao Dengliang played by Zhou Yuan running out of the tunnel and rushing towards the direction where the gunpowder smoke rises in the screen, the barrage filled with tears!
"Don't go, Jiguang! If you take this step, the countdown to your life will start! Woohoo, I know the ending of the story, but I still hope he survives..."

"Why are my eyes full of tears? Because I love this land and the people who have shed blood for this land, the love is deep!"

"Such a simple storyline, but it still makes my chest agitate. Why? It's too heavy! This film is made with the style of the old Bayi Factory, with a plain narrative, no fancy and useless plots, but it always touches the hearts of the audience. The softest string."

"The director and screenwriter of this film should be lovers of old movies. I suggest that directors and screenwriters who make war films now also learn more... There are many things that don't need to be explained too much, and there is no need to use battlefield love or beautiful women. What to set off. Love our motherland, it is the factory settings of the Chinese people!"

"As I said before, the plot is simple and not objective. The narrative of this film is very straight, but it is not simple at all! Before the informatization, there were two field phone lines; one is the shortest straight line, and the other is a backup to bypass the main battlefield. The detour line. As a veteran of the communications company, this is the first time I have seen the professional term detour line in a movie. It can be seen that the crew has worked hard in this regard."

"One more thing, this movie finally reflects the role of political cadres! Almost all the movies I have seen before show that political cadres like our political commissar, instructor, and chief of staff will only call comrades to follow me. This is wrong.

The main job of our army's political cadres is to correct the soldiers' thinking and let them know why they are fighting!Like the paragraph just now, the chief of staff reminded Huang Jiguang, who is eager to make contributions, that this is a typical thought revision!Knowing why to fight is what all opponents do not understand. The real reason why our soldiers are not afraid of death!It is precisely because of our political cadres that our army is a force that has faith and can fight tough battles! "

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In the editing room of the school, Li Youzhi glanced at the comment area where he was shaking his hands when he heard a soft beep from the system next to his ear.

Seeing the surging comments from a group of netizens at this time, he grinned.

Hold on, why don't you make any noise?

Can't help it?
That's right!
When you feel comfortable, you have to... No, you have to say it when you feel better!

If you don't say it, Brother Zhi won't hear the praise, how can he get excited?
Saosao smiled. Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, Li Youzhi, who had successfully opened the mouths of netizens with his work, stretched his waist.

The first half of the plot has officially started here. Judging from the comments of netizens, the reputation of this drama has already established a basic foundation.

cooked rice!

Satisfied, he put down the mouse, and Li Youzhi walked out of the editing room.

Behind him, on the webpage that is still playing, the barrage is still rolling, and Huang Jiguang's mission... is still going on;
Pointing out from the regiment, Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang followed the circuitous route all the way, and soon found the broken route.

But when the two quickly connected the line, they found that under the fierce enemy shelling, there was not only one breakpoint in the telephone line.

At this point in the mission, there is only one way left in front of the two of them—go to 579.9, use your legs and mouth, and convey the command of the regiment to the front line.

However, this road is not easy to walk.

Soon, the actions of the two attracted enemy artillery fire.

Amid the flying fragments and the dust raised by the shock wave, Xiao Dengliang rolled into a crater.

He watched helplessly as Huang Jiguang was shrouded in fragments from a shell, but the thin figure quickly got into the crater in the next second.

Quickly checked Huang Jiguang's body, and seeing his unharmed companion, Xiao Dengliang grinned.

"Fortunately you are small!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, thank you for being small! You were right in the military inspection, being small is good!"

Panting violently, Huang Jiguang grinned amusedly as he listened to his comrades teasing loudly in the deafening explosion.

In the swirling sand and the bombardment that seemed to show off his wealth and seemed to last forever, his eyes became blurred.

Military inspection...seems like a long way off...

"Why can't you be a soldier if you are small? There are many advantages to being small! If you are tall, you can walk against the wind, eat food, and wear clothes. When you are on the battlefield, even your targets will look bigger... I don't know why I am tall. gone."

At the military inspection office, Huang Jiguang, who was dismissed because of his small stature, refuted, choking the leaders of the military inspection speechless.

Only the instructor of the troop leader showed a slight smile.

"Have you ever suffered?"

"I have been hungry and cold since I was a child. It is not new to suffer. But I know that we have just been liberated. If the American devils come, we will not be able to endure hardship. For generations, we will still be hungry. Freeze! This is what I'm afraid of!"

Looking at this little man with firm eyes, the trainer smiled silently—this was a kind of tacit approval.

Perhaps because of such stubbornness, Huang Jiguang put on the military uniform as he wished and accepted the training of recruits.

He was selected as a correspondent, and his first task was to pass the password.The instructor called the vanguard and gave the command "I found an enemy battalion ahead, prepare to attack".

However, under the transmission of a variety of dialects, when the password reached Huang Jiguang, who was at the end of the team, it had become "I found an enemy soldier ahead, prepare to celebrate."

The second task was to set up the wires. The pacesetters in charge of the demonstration held the wires in their mouths, climbed up the stakes with quick movements, and then connected the wires. It took less than 20 seconds to go back and forth.

But when it came to Huang Jiguang, he could only hug the wooden stake and kick around, and it was difficult to climb an inch even if he tried his best.

When it came time to study communication theory, Huang Jiguang, who could not read, looked at the textbook as if he was looking at a bible.The teacher was lecturing on the stage, and he looked around the audience worrying.

Only now did he realize that it was not easy to be a correspondent.

At night, when he was called out by the trainer for additional training alone, Huang Jiguang, who was running with trembling feet, saw artillery fire in the distance.

Faced with his idea of ​​wanting to be a combatant, aware of his retreat, the guide who brought him into the army, the instructor who was about to drive the first recruit company into the battlefield, gave a reply.

"No matter what you do, it's all for not going back to the days of starvation and cold. Learn more skills, don't go backwards, run forward!"

What the instructor said before heading to the battlefield touched Huang Jiguang.

What he has suffered is far more than simply starving and freezing.His father was oppressed to death by the landlord with usury, and he himself was oppressed by the landlord in the same village since he was a child.He once had his face pressed against the cow dung by the landlord because he didn’t clean the cowshed. He once killed the landlord’s dog in order to protect his younger brother, and was forced to put a dog in sackcloth and mourning for three days.

He didn't want to suffer like that again, so he chose to run forward.

Those hasty footsteps prompted him to run over barbed wire fences that he couldn't climb, over those who didn't understand theoretical knowledge, over wooden stakes that were taller than the two of them stacked together, over the awards for skilled pacesetters, over the recruits' company Shooting the first hibiscus...

Bits of growth and honor passed by in his hasty steps, and the picture also turned back to the battlefield with his hasty steps, running past the enemy's artillery blockade.

The hurried footsteps also made him meet the former guide on a hillside - the instructor of the recruit company, and now he has become the instructor of the instructor of the divisional reconnaissance battalion.

The division where the trainer was located also lost contact with the front line, and all the comrades who were sent to investigate had no news, only the trainer recovered his life.

He talked about the experience of this journey in a trance, and he did not forget to teach Huang Jiguang and others the experience of dodging shells - put your body on the ground, otherwise you will be injured by shock.Don't get your feet too close or they will be cut off by shrapnel.

He forgot Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang in front of him, they were no longer recruits.

With the addition of instructors, the two-person team turned into a three-person team and continued to set off for the position.

On the way to the main peak of Shangganling, the trench pits were filled with the corpses of comrades-in-arms.The flesh and blood stumps were caught among the rubble, and every dead body was still a living comrade in arms yesterday.

In this piece of corpses, Huang Jiguang saw a former acquaintance - the skill pacesetter who used to complete the wiring in 20 seconds, the correspondent of the 15th Regiment of the 45th Division of the 135th Army.

The survivors in the body were also found—fortunately, they were not injured, but they suffered from shell shock from the bombardment, and Zhao Kechun began to fear the battlefield.

With traumatized comrades in arms and the enemy's artillery fire coming again, Huang Jiguang and the others finally came to the No. 597.9 tunnel on the [-] Heights.

In the eight hours when communication with the outside world was completely cut off, in order to defend the last No. [-] position, the entire company had only the last five active soldiers left after the battle.

Facing the enemy army charging again on the mountainside, the instructor handed over the task of delivering the letter back to Xiao Dengliang, leaving Zhao Kechun, who had a nervous breakdown, in the tunnel, and took Huang Jiguang up to the top.

The gunshots outside the tunnel exploded like popping beans, and the impact of the grenade explosion caused echoes in the tunnel.

These voices merged in Zhao Kechun's mind into low roars like demon roars.

He curled up, weeping, trembling...

Until a "comrade" pulled him back from the trembling.

It was a wounded soldier whose eyes had been injured by shrapnel, and one eyeball had leaked out of the eye socket.

"Comrade, are you injured too?"

The wounded soldier leaning against the wall of the tunnel groped around in the tattered military uniform, and handed a snow-white first aid kit to the direction from which the crying came.

"I still have... a first aid kit, you can use it..."

Looking at the comrade whose eyeballs were hanging in the sockets and not willing to bandage them, and seeing the brand new and white first aid kit, Zhao Kechun picked up the gun on the ground with trembling lips...

The No. 2 position outside the tunnel has reached the end of the mountain.

In the trenches, there is no distinction between weapon systems anymore. Mosin Nagant, the Type 50 submachine gun without the drum, the Garand eight-grain, the M1 carbine... your own guns are mixed with the collected enemy guns, but They all have one thing in common at this moment - lack of ammunition.

Click, click!
The M1911 pistol made a crisp trigger sound.

Boom!Boom!ding~
Ba Da Lian also announced with a crisp jump clip that it was out of stock.

Da da da... clack... da, clack...

The weapon in the hands of the instructor has turned into a fire stick, and the Type 50 in Huang Jiguang's hand, which was stuck in sand and kept jamming, also emptied the last bullet after a burst of emergency troubleshooting.

The tall figure of the US military has already rushed to the position.

After a round of shooting, a burst of blood burst out from the last few soldiers who stood firm in the tunnel.

Just when Huang Jiguang was fighting with an American soldier who rushed up, there was a burst of 50-style explosions accompanied by a loud roar, which became a ballast stone on the position.

The dense bullets and Zhao Kechun rushing out suddenly forced the U.S. troops, who had not gained a firm foothold and thought there was backup on the ground, to retreat.

However, a red smoke bomb was quietly pulled away by wounded American soldiers on the hillside.

laugh……

Red smoke rose slowly. Looking at a parabola in the sky, the instructor who collapsed on the ground widened his eyes.

"Huang Jiguang, Zhao Kechun, lie down!"

Boom, boom!
A mortar shell precisely hit Zhao Kechun who was gathering the enemy's guns.

Another shot exploded in front of the instructor.

……

"Dear volunteer brothers, you have worked hard! Your position has been destroyed by 30 shells. Think about your family, children, and give up resistance as soon as possible... There is hot water and food here... to ensure your safety ..."

The enemy's capitulation broadcast was clamoring. Huang Jiguang in the tunnel picked up the ground wire of the walkie-talkie, sweating profusely, and laboriously inserted the ground wire of the walkie-talkie into the mountain of the tunnel.

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang, I am Zhang Zhuang! Please reply if you receive it! Please reply if you receive it!"

The voice of the call echoed muffled in the empty tunnel, but there was no response from the walkie-talkie.

"Jiguang..."

A weak call sounded in the tunnel.

Hearing the hoarse and weak voice, Huang Jiguang, who was covered in dust and sweat mixed with blood, got up from the ground and ran to the source of the voice with both hands and feet.

Crawling to the trainer with hands and feet together, Huang Jiguang tightly grasped the bloody palm of the trainer.

Looking at the instructor's frightening face covered with flesh and blood, his nasal voice became heavy.

"Teacher, I'm here."

"The blood on the gun, wipe... clean, otherwise, use it, don't use it..."

"Wipe it, instructor, I wiped it all."

Seeing the instruction coming from the flesh and blood, Huang Jiguang desperately clasped that hand and nodded.

Tears, along with sweat and blood, fell from his trembling face.

"Instructor, you can smoke. I'll light you a cigarette. The chief of staff said that smoking can relieve pain, and it won't hurt after smoking..."

As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he took out the half box of crumpled "big production" from his pocket with trembling hands.

He took one out of it and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, the box of matches that was taken out together with the cigarettes was already stained red by the instructor's blood.

laugh……

One, two, three...

Sparks flickered and extinguished until the cigarette was wet with tears and snot, and not a single match could light the fire.

"Don't cry, soldiers don't shed tears... Jiguang..."

Amidst his uncontrollable sobs, the instructor pressed his bloody hand to his chest, and strenuously stretched his severed finger into his coat pocket.

However, just as he pulled out half of the letter paper in his pocket, his hand stopped there.

Seeing the frozen hands, Huang Jiguang took out all the matches in the matchbox.

sigh... sigh... sigh...

The wet match heads kept making chi-chi noises until the last one was exhausted, and Huang Jiguang threw himself on the blood-drained body.He firmly grasped that stiff hand and the letter that was stained red with blood.

"Hui Fang, good to see the letter. I don't know how things are going at home these days. Seeing your last letter, my son can walk alone. I am very relieved. It is a pity that I have not been able to see my son. Everything is fine here, please You don't have to worry about it too much. Nowadays, the headquarters is paying special attention to logistics support. We have enough food and clothing. Huifang, please take good care of your family and yourself. I won't talk about it. I will stop here. I believe that soon after the victory of the war, it will be A family reunion."

Following the instructor's letter, the camera moves horizontally.

In another tunnel, Xiao Dengliang, who returned to the group to report back, was passing through the field hospital in the tunnel.

There, it was like hell on earth.

The wounded soldiers were groaning, and the corpses had already filled the ground of the tunnel.

The nurse, covered in the blood of her comrades in arms, was sorting out the family letters of the deceased comrades.

"Second sister, my brother's battle is going well, I hope my sister will not worry about it..." "Sister, brother, see the words as you see them. Everything in the family is fine recently..."

"Sister, more than 90.00% of the cities here have been bombed. I can't imagine all this happening in my hometown..." "My company rushed into the enemy's position with a pair of 24 soldiers..."

"Sister Xiuzhi, I have received your letter. It has given me great encouragement and education..." "Sister Wang Jianguo, the red scarf and letter you sent to uncle have been received. I learned that you are studying in a spacious classroom, uncle Very happy..."

"Mom, it's as good as it sounds... I'm fine here..."

The camera moves forward along with Xiao Dengliang's sweaty back, passing by the bloody corpses, and the bloody letters, in the slow and slow background music, and the whispers of the accents from all corners of the world , the screen gradually darkened.

"Super Hero Huang Jiguang Part [-]", finished.

Shaking hands, beep.

With tears in his eyes, looking at the line of small white characters in the black screen, he was completely affected by the plot, and the netizens who were silent in that cruel battlefield... were completely blown up!

　PS: Ma Dan, it took me a day to write this chapter!Eight thousand six, the plot is over, idiots don't lie today!
　　
　
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