In the largest conference room of Santang County Hotel, the oval ring conference table was full of fruit drinks, and the old heroes who had calmed down sat down around the conference table, their crumpled hands still holding hands with their comrades-in-arms next to them.

Some of them knew each other, and some didn't know each other, but it didn't prevent them from calling each other "old brothers" from the bottom of their hearts.

They share a common language, have similar experiences, and have gone through the usual trials of blood and fire.

The space in the middle of the conference table is filled with red flowers, which complement the large red backdrop on the stage.

There are only a few big words on the background board: You are all heroes!

Under the big characters, there are data pictures of the three battles: Pingxingguan, which is full of soldiers who died in battle, Shangganling, which is full of flames, and a cat's ear hole next to it that the soil has been blown up and flies.

Each picture represents the war of that era.

Just now, these six big characters and these three data pictures instantly brought the twelve old people back to the years when the beacons were in full swing, and they knelt on the ground and cried again with the photos.

They remembered those comrades who had died, and kept shouting the names of those who fought side by side with them back then.

Long Peng and they watched from the side, and their eyes were also moistened.

This time, Yang Xiayao, who was holding the gimbal, did not approach, but stood aside and silently did the live broadcast.

There were more than 80,000 viewers in the live broadcast room, and while the old people were crying, countless condolences and greetings were brushed up, and various gifts once again covered the entire screen.

It took nearly ten minutes for the old people to stand up and sit down around the conference table with the comfort and support of their accompanying family members.

The staff pushed out two large-screen TVs, and when they turned them on, two elderly people with white hair appeared on the screen.

The two elderly men on the screen are both in wheelchairs, wearing old military uniforms and several medals on their chests.

"Da Zhang, Sun Laoqi?!"

Old Man Fang looked at the two old men on the screen and stood up again.

"Hello battalion commander!"

The two old men saw the scene from the video link and raised their hands excitedly to salute.

"Da Zhang, Sun Laoqi, I'm Lao Mai. ”

Mai Linkang and his old comrades-in-arms, who were familiar with the two old men, got up to say hello.

"Now, we're really reunited. Old Man Fang and the elders sat down again, their faces full of happy smiles.

On the way to Santang County, Battalion Commander Jin told him the list of old comrades-in-arms that he could find so far, and now they have all met.

After the old people drank tea and almost completely calmed down, Yao Yao walked up to the podium and bowed deeply to the fourteen old men: "Hello old men and old heroes. I am Yao Yao, the village secretary of Yangtian Village, and one of the initiators and organizers of this event, welcome all the old heroes to Santang County, and I am very happy that you can reunite here today. ”

The applause was warm and enduring.

On the screen of the mobile phone held by Yang Xiayao, there was another burst of chickens and dogs:

Yao Zhishu is really beautiful;

I decided to go to Yangtian Village to find true love;

Her clothes are so beautiful, where can they be sold?

Upstairs, Mr. Yang was wearing the same style.

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Yang Xiayao was very happy, and finally someone noticed the clothes they were wearing.

"When I arrived in Yangtian Village at the end of last year, the first information that the village committee let me know included the basic information of Mr. Fang. I was surprised and pleasantly surprised, and the next day I took the time to visit Mr. Fang......"

Yao Yao introduced the bits and pieces between her and Old Man Fang, which made Old Man Fang continue to bow his head happily.

"Every hero is a treasure of the country, every hero is worthy of respect, and every hero needs our care. So, there is this event. ”

"With the support of some leaders, we got in touch with the troops that Mr. Fang originally served, and after unremitting efforts, we finally got in touch with the old heroes. Here, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to them, and I would like to invite Jin Shi, the active battalion commander of the independent battalion of the **** army where Mr. Fang was originally located. ”

In the applause, Jin Shi, who was wearing a straight military uniform, strode up, stood upright, saluted the fourteen old heroes, and said loudly: "Entrusted by the leadership, on behalf of all the officers and soldiers of the **** army, I salute all the old-timers and heroes. ”

Another handsome military salute.

The mobile phone screen in front of Yang Xiayao's eyes exploded again:

So handsome!

So handsome +100

So handsome plus endless

............

At the same time, it was another round of gifts blooming, and Yang Xiayao's eyes narrowed.

The number of viewers has exceeded 100,000, and the growth rate has begun to slow down, but the number of people who follow Yao Yao's account exceeds 30,000.

Battalion Commander Jinshi reported to the old heroes on the development of the unit they had served in the past few decades, the merits and awards they had received, and the current situation.

"Our country is really strong. ”

Old Man Fang stepped onto the podium, and the two new and old battalion commanders who had been separated by several generations and decades clasped their hands tightly together, and said faintly with tears: "We have straightened our backs, we have lived a good life, and we are confident to face the whole world, my dedication, and the sacrifices of my comrades-in-arms...... It's worth it!"

Battalion Commander Jin nodded, took off his military hat, and said solemnly: "Old heroes, you are the backbone of the nation, and everyone is grateful to you." Now, let us once again mourn the heroes and martyrs who sacrificed their lives to defend their homeland and country. ”

The family members of the old people quickly stepped forward, helped the old people up, looked at the three battle pictures on the background board on the podium, and bowed their heads in silence.

The mobile phone in front of Yang Xiayao instantly stopped swiping gifts, and the overlapping "silence" and "tribute" flowed through the screen.

There was silence in the conference room, a moment for the soul to pass by.

Three minutes later, Camp Commander Jin raised his head, turned to face everyone, and said in a deep voice: "We have never forgotten the past, so we look forward to the future even more." The predecessors have created conditions for us, and we can only work harder to open up the future and contribute more to the strength and prosperity of the country, which is the best tribute to the sacrificed predecessors. ”

"A strong motherland is the best consolation for the souls of the heroes. ”

In the last sentence, the battalion commander Jin Shi shouted out, which not only caused the blood of the people present, but also exploded again in Yao Yao's live broadcast room, "A strong motherland is the best consolation for the heroic souls" frantically swiped the screen.

Yang Xiayao was so excited that goosebumps covered her body, as if she heard netizens also screaming on the other side of the screen.

In the past, she did live broadcasts, although there were thousands of people at the peak, but there had never been such a passionate moment, and even most of them were teasing her, and they didn't care about her words about promoting Yang Tiancun.

This made her extremely annoyed, and after a few times, she couldn't stand it, so she had to close the live broadcast room indefinitely.

Today's live broadcast is what she wants, although there are also many hormonal people who talk nonsense about Yao Yao, and some people make trouble, but they are all harmless, after entering the theme, everyone followed the passion, and also gave great respect to the old heroes and soldiers.

This is the live broadcast that everyone wants to see.

Glancing at Long Peng next to him, Yang Xiayao's face was full of smiles.