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

Chapter 34 I Will Always Believe in That Red

"Senior, I really want to kill these bastards with one shot!"

Yi Ze wiped the tears from his face, his eyes were red, and he stared fixedly at the Japanese soldiers who were frantically strafing around.

At this moment, he was no longer the calm and rational host of the show.

He is an ordinary descendant of Yanhuang, an ordinary person who sees his compatriots slaughtered and feels inexplicably heartbroken.

The revolver on the side exuded a killing intent all over his body, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were like knives, scanning the faces of every Japanese pirate.

"One day, they will pay in blood!"

The roar of machine guns was endless, and the fiery tongues shot at everything, and the people fell down like cutting wheat.

However, even if there is only one person left, even if death is imminent, no one flees, no one begs for mercy.

They stared at these executioners with hatred eyes, their raised hands never let go, and the words in their mouths were as firm as iron.

"Huaxia will not perish!"

The sound was deafening, and each sentence resounded loudly.

Yi Ze stood in the crowd, the bullets couldn't hurt him, but the compatriots around him fell one by one, making him tremble and pale.

He shed tears and chanted the same slogans as they did, feeling the tragic truth.

In the studio, Zheng Shicheng had tears in his eyes and clenched his fists. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was already short of breath.

Zhou Haicheng and the other staff were equally resentful.

The sufferings suffered by the ancestors are vivid;

The crimes committed by Japanese pirates are too numerous to write down!

Who dares to say forget?

Who dares to say forgive?

What qualifications do we have to forgive?
More and more viewers poured into the live broadcast room, and more and more viewers burst into tears.

The knowledge engraved in books seems too pale, and it is difficult for many people to experience empathy from it.

And at this moment, when the unbelievably real picture appeared in front of everyone, no one would not feel touched in their hearts.

The faces with a look of death and the sonorous and powerful words are like heavy hammers one after another, hitting the audience's hearts hard.

They did not leave their names, only a cold number, showing their tragic situation.

We are not sensitive to numbers, but we cannot forget the meaning behind these numbers.

It was the bloody and tearful accusation of more than 30 compatriots in China. It was the last voice of every living life, and it was an unprecedented massacre.

At this moment, on the Internet, the atmosphere has changed drastically.

The sailors who were originally employed began to apologize spontaneously and began to promote spontaneously.

"Everyone, I am a sailor. All the previous remarks are not true. I am ashamed of my false remarks!"

"I'm sorry for this show, I'm sorry for Yi Ze, I'm sorry for the martyrs who once shed their blood for the revival of the national independent country, I was blinded by lard..."

"Where is there any real hammer, it's all fabricated facts. We checked Yi Ze's life, and it's so perfect and simple that it's a mess!"

"I would like to advise those who are still stubbornly resisting at this time, who do not know how to repent, and who have no shame, surrender yourself, and the martyrs must not be humiliated!"

Such remarks, more and more, more and more.

Originally, the so-called real hammer Xianzi went on a 12-year love long-distance race, and the atmosphere in the comment area suddenly changed.

"I was cheated, little brother Yi Ze is a good man!"

"How angry, Xianzi is a liar, bastard!"

"I apologize for my ignorant remarks just now, little brother Yi Ze is a treasure host!"

"I found the real information about this Xianzi, damn it is green tea!"

There was a lot of scolding!
However, some people don't seem to realize anything and instead continue to talk nonsense.

The three scarves were released almost at the same time.

The high efficiency and unity of action are astounding.

But when netizens were about to click on these scarves and start scolding, they found that...

All of them have disabled comments.

This kind of chicken thief's practice really amused the netizens.

"These cicada monkeys are interesting!"

"Hey, I ban comments, so you can't scold me, smart?"

"Hey, look what I found, the CCTV has issued an announcement!"

"Fuck, let's go and see!"

At this moment, a new notice is pinned to the top of the bib.

[History must not be forgotten, distorted speech must be punished! 】

The big black title shows an extremely decisive will.

And the picture in this blog post is impressively citing the scene in Yi Ze's live broadcast room.

And the content of the scarf has a sense of seriousness and urgency that is about to come.

In the comment area, the comments of netizens showed a completely one-sided state.

"Support Yang Ma, support Yize!"

"It's so satisfying, the public maggots should have been punished long ago!"

"Great job! You must like, vote and repost like reading a novel!"

With Yang Ma's wave of super god-level assists, Yi Ze's show is really popular.

In just 5 minutes, Yang Ma's scarf had tens of thousands of retweets, and the speed of spreading was getting faster and faster.

Everyone understands that this is the country taking advantage of this wave to start focusing on rectifying the chaos in cultural communication.

Some people clapped their hands and cheered, while some people were in a panic all day long.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Yi Ze for the time being.

At this moment, he was physically and mentally exhausted, looking at the bloody ground, weeping bitterly.

He really felt the despair, the inevitable feeling of despair in the face of death.

His eyes were a little confused, and he looked at everything around him, gradually becoming filled with hatred.

On the side, the revolver was short of breath, and his veins burst out looking at this hell on earth.

"You guys, have you seen it all?"

He asked hoarsely.

"Don't forget, under this land, the blood of our ancestors is buried!"

"However, the horn of counterattack has sounded, listen up!"

Yi Ze raised his head, followed the gaze of the revolver, and looked into the distance.

The wind, blowing gently, took away the smell of blood in the air.

Yi Ze pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the sound coming from the wind.

The sound in the wind is weak, but has a strong penetrating power, one sound after another, the sound hits the ears.

"This... this is the sound of the charge!"

The confusion in Yi Ze's eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by excitement and enthusiasm.

The sound of the loud and clear bugle came from a distance, spreading all over the field.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers with bayonets, machetes and guns in their hands began a massive charge.

Yi Ze's steps were getting faster and faster. Under the loud bugle, he had already started running and charged with these brave and fearless soldiers.

Behind him, the red flag fluttered in the wind, and the sound of the loud bugle brought boiling power.

Around him, countless comrades-in-arms were full of enthusiasm, brave and fearless, not afraid of sacrifice, not afraid of bloodshed, and roared angrily at the enemy.

At this moment, the atmosphere instantly ignited.

The previous depression, the confusion when the compatriots were slaughtered, were completely shattered by the sound of the bugle at this moment.

This is a counter-offensive, a counter-offensive war waged by Huaxia for decades.

The audience in front of the TV is holding a breath in their hearts at this moment, wishing to go out and kill the enemy in person!
After experiencing extreme darkness, dawn appeared before his eyes again.

Yi Ze stood among the soldiers, looking at the Japanese pirates who had failed to escape, and suddenly laughed loudly.

There were still tears in the corners of his eyes, but at this moment, he couldn't hide his sincere joy.

Victory!
After sacrificing the lives of tens of millions of descendants of the Yellow Emperor, the victory finally belongs to China.

The red flag of justice dances in the wind, touching everyone's hearts.

Revolver stood beside Yi Ze, seeing his excited expression, suddenly smiled.

He understood that the young man in front of him had become more determined.

The continuous painful and dull historical playback is enough to make people recall that period of history.

Although, the pain of those decades was far more than that.

But Revolver also understands that releasing all that history will not directly awaken everyone's spirits.

Letting them find and remember by themselves is far more effective than such forceful indoctrination.

"Yize."

The revolver called softly: "You are lucky. When you were born, the country was rich and the people were strong, and everything was peaceful and stable."

Envy flashed in his eyes.

This was something that he dared not ask for extravagantly in his era.

"But you are also unlucky. Materialistic desires, luxury, confusion of beliefs, too much fragmentary information fills your brains, and many people sink because of this."

"I want you, and you, to remember."

Revolver took a deep breath and looked at the red flag waving in the wind with his eyes full of reverence.

"If you are at a loss, please always believe in this red. This is the pure faith of countless martyrs, stained with blood, and it is the correct path they have worked hard to find out in the dark!"

"Junior understands!"

With a serious face, Yi Ze stared at the flags fluttering in the sky.

There seemed to be a thick and solemn singing voice in my ears.

"Get up...we are united..."

All the audience began to hum spontaneously at this moment.

They looked at the red flag with reverence in their eyes.

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　Just reading the comments, some readers asked who Ms. Qiu is, um, let’s go directly to Baidu =-= There are still many scenes, I have considered for a long time, it’s not that I don’t want to write, but I dare not write, forgive me (=`=) Thank you friends who like my book, Thank you very much, what I want to say has already been said in the text, so I won’t repeat it

　　
　
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