Anti-japanese War: Invincible Starts from Yaobai

Lao Tie said that I came here and gently rubbed my cheekbones.

Just a little pain.

Jiang Yang's uncle, Lao Hulu, came over at this time.

joined the conversation.

"Hey, this sentence in the ancient poem doesn't make sense. What does it mean that one general will be successful? The person who wrote this poem must have never led a soldier. An excellent military commander will not only treat soldiers as soldiers, but treat them as soldiers." Treat it as your own brother and flesh and blood!"

"That's a good point! We and Captain Xie are brothers who have carried guns together! Hahaha!"

Reporter Fang saw this scene and quickly clicked the shutter of the camera.

Click click click.

Reporter Fang's journey to take pictures is still in progress.

He came to a corner, and here was a young soldier with a rather immature face.

The young soldier was sorting the letters one by one.

Sometimes I took it out and reorganized it, but when I saw the words on the letter, I couldn't help crying.

Reporter Fang walked over.

Through the camera, he could clearly see a few lines written on the envelope.

There are two paragraphs in it, which made him feel quite deeply.

The suicide note that this young soldier was holding said: "...my son has already gone to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War. The ancients said that if you can be loyal, you can't be filial. My son is willing to transfer filial piety to loyalty in order to repay the country and the nation..."

The most shocking thing is the half-line poem after writing this suicide note...

"I would like to be a ghost on the battlefield after death; I would not be a native of my hometown during my lifetime."

The reporter was silent for a while when he saw this, and after taking pictures.

The whole person was in no mood to continue filming.

"This is the true warrior of this country!"

"This is the real performance on the battlefield!"

"All the soldiers killed the enemy bravely. I must record all this scene, otherwise, I will never get through it in my heart for the rest of my life!"

Yangguai had already discovered that the reporter from this party had been taking pictures.

After smoking a few cigarettes, he dropped the butt on the ground.

After turning off the flame with your foot.

come over.

"Hey buddy, are you taking pictures or something?"

Yangguai asked straight to the point.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Can you take a picture for me!" Yangguai said, although he was embarrassed, but there was no embarrassment on his face.

Reporter Fang nodded after hearing this: "Of course!"

After Yangguai heard this, a smile appeared on his black face.

He went to sit on a sandbag behind him.

Dama Jindao lined up his legs.

The momentum is very strong.

"Let's take a photo like this. This is my posthumous photo. I have to show my aura well. When my descendants see this photo, they will burn two incense sticks to me on Qingming Festival..."

Chapter 96

"How was my photo taken? Let me see?!" Yangguai stretched out his hand, trying to snatch the camera from the reporter.

"I still can't see it now. The photos taken now have to be developed to see the negatives!" Fang Jiji said helplessly, holding the camera firmly.

"Okay, okay, remember to give me a photo when you develop it in the future, by the way, can you send it to my home for me?"

Yangguai asked with some expectation.

This Fang Ji rubbed his wrist and said slowly, "Of course!"

When Yangguai saw that the Fang reporter in front of him agreed so happily, he was a little unpredictable for a moment.

Then he hesitated.

"Forget it, I'll find an acquaintance to send it for me, I don't believe you!"

When Yangguai speaks, he is very straightforward.

Inexplicably, the Fang reporter felt a little worried.

But if you think about it, it's true. If reporter Fang is not a good person and knows the addresses of these soldiers, wouldn't the families of these soldiers be exposed to this person?

In fact, among the soldiers who helped send a letter from home, they always found a trustworthy person to do it.

Either it is a friend who has died, or someone from the same village who knows everything.

Yangguai is a dutiful son.

Because the family was so poor that they couldn't get rid of it, so they came out to serve as soldiers and got some military pay.

Basically leave money to buy food and survive every month, and all military pay is sent back to my hometown!

Send it to my wife.

In his short thirty-odd years of life, he never married a wife at all.

Until now, because of family poverty, I have been afraid to marry a wife.

When Yangguai heard that as long as he survived this war, his gang of brothers who had died would collectively beg for a bride price for him.

A red light appeared on the dark face.

The whole person instantly glowed with expectations for the future.

There is light shining in the eyes.

That is the longing for a better life.

Who doesn't want their wives and children to be hot on the kang.

But such is life.

"Reporter Fang, you are an educated person, so you are not afraid of being killed by devils suddenly when you come to our place?"

Yangguai asked curiously, "You guys are rich people on the other side!"

Reporter Fang touched the camera of his mobile phone for a while before saying: "There is no distinction between rich and poor in the face of national crisis! Everyone is the same!"

After Yangguai heard this, he laughed!

"Do you have any cigarettes? Brother! Give me one, I'm out of cigarettes!"

Yangguai raised his brow slightly and asked.

Upon hearing this, reporter Fang put the camera behind his back, touched his body, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Throwing it over directly: "It's all for you! I'll ask you!"

After Yangguai got the pack of cigarettes, he quickly unwrapped the cigarettes.

Then he took out a cigarette and held it to his mouth.

Then send a message to the surrounding soldiers.

"Forget it, you take more photos! These are our brothers, and it is a good thing that their photos can be passed down!"

Reporter Fang nodded and left.

After Jiang Yang came out of the shower, his hair was still a little wet.

He touched the board on his head.

Still very satisfied.

Sure enough, a bald head is the standard equipment for a man.

When Jiang Yang was about to drink some water or something.

Xie Jinyuan blew the whistle, which was the call for assembly.

"Everyone gathers!"

The soldiers put down the things in their hands and ran to the open space on the first floor as fast as they could.

Make quick clans and rallies.

Xie Jinyuan put his hands behind his back and said nothing.

Behind him is a phone that has been connected to the phone line...

……

the other side.

It was already noon by this time.

Inside Li Sun's private mansion.

There are crowds everywhere.

Lively.

Li Sun is having people greet reporters from various countries.

This time he was going to carry out the plan in his heart.

That is to make a phone call in front of reporters from various countries.

This one phone call directly connects 800 strong men who are at the forefront of the war of resistance!