Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 33

In front of the TV, some viewers were already crying.

When Mr. Li was hanged, all the audience seemed to have a flame in their hearts.

They felt the hot temperature in their hearts, felt the patriotism that transcended the times, and felt the heart of a child in that turbulent era.

At this moment, they can't see the barrage posted by others, but they still have to express their reverence in their hearts.

"Mr. Li, go well, your belief and persistence are right!"

"There are tears in my eyes, Mr. Shouchang through the ages!"

"These are the idols we should really worship. They are the ones who forged the new Great Wall with flesh and blood."

"We have been praising the greatness of great people, but we still underestimate their greatness."

"At that time, it was really all based on a belief. No one told you what was right and what could save the country. You could only figure it out by yourself, and you would get injured, bleed or even die in the process. But Mr. Shouchang never gave up. His faith never gave up on his firm path!"

"They were the first to wake up and the first to die, but their will is immortal!"

"Those trolls who deliberately distort and smear Yi Ze and his program, won't your conscience hurt? In order to make a little profit, you can forget the past history? What are you worthy of? Children and grandchildren?"

The sailors did not send out any barrage.

Because the real audience has long stopped watching, and they have nothing to refute.

Even if you refute it, if others can't see it, it's not a refutation.

At this moment, the audience's barrage still turned into a torrent of steel, galloping across the screen.

At this moment, in many sailor groups, everyone fell into a strange silence.

No one spoke, and no one responded to the group owner who continued to send messages.

They are also watching, looking at this piece of history that they are about to forget.

At this moment, in the picture, heavy rain pours.

Yi Ze solemnly put the broken glasses into his jacket pocket, and looked forward.

Beside, the revolver is silent.

Following their gaze, there was a cloud of gunpowder ahead.

No one spoke, just that kind of grief, which couldn't be contained.

Yi Ze walked towards the battlefield step by step, towards the smoke of gunpowder, surrounded by a hail of bullets and roaring Huaxia soldiers.

"Brothers, beat me hard and kill these idiots!"

"Fuck you bastard!"

In the trenches, everyone was ashamed.

Their bodies were dirty and messy, full of dust and the smell of gunpowder.

Their expressions were ferocious and irritable, with deep-seated hatred in their eyes.

No one backed away, and no one cried out.

Even if the bodies of comrades-in-arms were shattered by the hail of bullets, they only had tears in their eyes, and then continued to roar and fight.

The grenade roared, and the smoke filled the sky.

Blood was dripping, and corpses were everywhere.

No one knows their names, and no one has seen their faces.

They come from all corners of the country, from all over China. Before that, they were strangers.

But now, they are comrades-in-arms, bloody men fighting against Japanese pirates together.

The red flame of the machine gun roared and tore the body of the Japanese pirate, and the fragments of the grenade blasted through the head of the traitor.

But they, too, are bleeding and sacrificing.

Their weapons, their equipment and supplies, and even all material things are inferior to the well-equipped and well-trained Japanese pirates on the opposite side.

However, even after fighting to the death, they still did not retreat.

escape?
No one escapes!
Yi Ze's heart was heavy and he didn't speak.

In the past, I just watched these scenes in various film and television works, and sometimes I felt that it was nothing more than that, but when I really went to the battlefield, I realized the horror here.

Every step of the crisis, will die at any time.

All of them have the courage to set foot on this battlefield only after they have made the determination to die.

Yi Ze saw that a wrinkled farmer was shot through the head by a bullet and fell into a pool of blood;
A middle-aged man was blown to pieces by a falling grenade in order to save his teammates;
There was a boy who was still young, who was supposed to be sitting in school, but closed his eyes forever.

Bloodshed and sacrifice seemed somewhat pale at this moment.

However, no one retreated!

Even if we fight to the death, we fight to the end.

They lost.

They lost to strong ships and guns, and to grenade machine guns.

But they didn't fail.

Because the red flag, even in the end, did not fall down.

Standing under the red flag, Yi Ze looked at the swarming Japanese pirates, and closed his eyes sadly.

The screen went black, and then, there were noisy voices around him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the crowd.

Yi Ze looked at the densely packed unarmed descendants of Yanhuang around him, at their unyielding but helpless faces, at their ragged but still upright bodies.

He still didn't speak, but just used his own vision to watch instead of the audience.

Surrounded by dense crowds of people, surrounded by barbed wire in the distance, outside, is the army of Japanese pirates with live ammunition.

This is a huge city.

At this moment, the former capital of the Six Dynasties has been dilapidated, and gunpowder is everywhere.

Faintly, one could hear women's cries, crazily cursing, and the wretched laughter of Japanese pirates.

Yi Ze clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were already red.

He already understood where this was.

Also know what will happen next.

He is powerless to change, he can only remember.

remember forever!

At this moment, the muzzles of the machine guns driving around were already aimed at these unarmed civilians.

Behind the machine gun is the cruel smile of the Japanese pirates.

Everyone was watching, watching the machine gun that was about to spit out flames.

No one begged for mercy, and no one sat slumped.

Even if you die, you have to die standing up!
"Everyone, shoot!"

There was an order sound from the horn.

And at this moment, someone shouted in the crowd.

"Huaxia will not perish!"

The short five words are like a blockbuster at this moment, setting off waves of turmoil.

Have you ever heard the roar of 30 people?

The shouts were so loud that they completely covered up the roar of the machine guns.

"Huaxia will not perish!"

Everyone is shouting this sentence, everyone's expression is as death as home!
Yi Ze raised his arms and shouted loudly.

Voices mingle among them, insignificant.

But such insignificant voices, when gathered together, have earth-shattering power.

On this day, rivers and mountains are stained with blood!
On this day, 30 compatriots went to Huangquan together!
History will never forget this day!

The people will not forget!

The country will not forget!

Right now, in front of the TV.

All the audience were shouting that sentence!

Huaxia will not perish!
Excited!
In the navy group, some people retreated one after another.

Because their conscience is aching.

The underground rental house is dark and damp.

The pale-faced Sui Jun was playing Yi Ze's program on the screen at the moment.

Next to it, the chat interface is constantly flashing.

Pale Shuijun burst into tears, and clicked on the chat interface.

Inside is a message from the patron.

Then, he turned off the computer, took the records, and went straight to law enforcement.

Scenes like this have already begun to play out across the country.

Many sailors, unable to bear the condemnation of conscience, began to voluntarily surrender.

At this moment, no one can have peace of mind.

In Yize's live broadcast room, many trolls who once thoughtlessly smeared the show have now become fans of the show.

On the bullet screen, the cursing sound disappeared, and instead, there was a frantic "Huaxia will not perish!"
……

　When I was writing, I was indeed writing while crying, because the pictures could always flash in my mind, and I stopped and wrote for more than two hours.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)