Chapter 566: Heroes Are Immortal

There is no one who has a deeper understanding of the pain of a nation's backwardness than the military.

The Chinese soldiers never negotiate terms with their motherland, do not have any extravagant demands, will not give up the offensive because there is no air support, will not complain about the lack of tanks and sufficient artillery fire support, and will not blame the lack of sufficient logistical supplies, and will never give up their positions as long as they still have a breath, because they know that if they give up, they will be followed by the motherland and people they love deeply.

Hiding all night in Lake Changjin at minus 20 degrees Fahrenheit, and remaining motionless in order not to keep it while burning themselves, each of them has the belief that the blaster will die with the enemy at any time.

They have no regrets.

In this battle, there were countless Huang Jiguang and Qiu Shaoyun, who bloomed the tenacious flower of the Chinese nation.

In this battle, the Chinese warriors personally smashed the arrogance of the great powers, washed away the shame of more than a hundred years, and forged a road with flesh and blood to rebirth the new dragon country and lead to a great power that made the whole world vigilant.

It also makes the whole world officially the Chinese nation, which tells everyone with facts that they are not afraid of any challenge, and in their dictionary, there is no impossible three words.

The U.S. imperialists later described the battle as another 'Verdun', and the new dragon kingdom was also regarded as one of the most powerful countries in the world.

The five unsung heroes who left the 'Chinese people here' are a microcosm of this war, but they are a little different because they are known as the 'wonder soldiers'.

Their position was breached by the enemy, known as the nameless position, and with the fortress that occupied the choke point of the battlefield, the five men held out for four days and four nights, fighting against the enemy army a hundred times their size.

By the time the main army repelled the enemy and met the fighters in the fortress of the unnamed position, they had already died a heroic death, according to the war correspondent.

The platoon commander appeared first of all the remains of three martyrs outside the fortress. The body of one martyr was better preserved, lying in an eiderdown sleeping bag, which should have been sacrificed earlier, and was placed in the sleeping bag by other martyrs; the second martyr was lying on the edge of a pile of scorched earth, his new cotton clothes had been torn to shreds by artillery fire, and the bullets had already pierced his hands, and there was a grenade in his hand; the body of the third martyr was a little farther away, surrounded by enemy corpses, and there were grenade coils on his fingers.

Walking to the gate of the fort, the body of the fourth martyr was at the gate of the fort, scarred but not fatal, holding a blasting canister in his arms; the hopeful platoon commander Tian saw the fifth man kneeling by the firing hole, his eyes wide with anger, his finger still on the trigger of the machine gun. When I got closer, I found that the martyr had also died.

After looking around, it was a US military battalion-level command post, and there was no sign of the enemy coming in. In other words, after the sacrifice of the five martyrs, the United Nations forces did not dare to enter this fortress to take a look. Around the fort, there were still more than 20 corpses of the enemy that had not been transported.

Neither of the two martyrs in the fort was mortally wounded, and it is likely that they died of thirst.

This material is very suitable as a condition for film adaptation, with unexpected plots, shocking spirits, and silent reflections, the cruelty of war, the fate of heroes, and the hard-won peace.

There are also historical memories and lessons.

'What does the severed head mean today, starting a business is difficult and there are many battles.

This went to Quantai to recruit the old department, and the banner of 100,000 beheaded Yama. ’

Wang Yao finished coding the last word, pressed the print button, then moistened the ink on the table, and after printing, he wrote "Heroes Immortal" in the Chinese characters of the logo on the cover, and translated it into English below.

Throw it to Harvey "See if there's a suitable screenwriter and polish it for me." ”

"Do you still need to polish your notebook?" Harvey laughed.

"After all, it was filmed for you American imperialists, and it would be bad if another minefield put an unfriendly hat on me. Wang Yao took a sip of water and said with a smile: "After all, I poked your sore spots." ”

"I'm a Jew. Harvey smiled, "Although I also love American imperialism, this matter has nothing to do with me." ”

War themes are not easy to film, because there are too many things involved, especially in the United States to shoot this kind of scar-revealing theme, but this movie is the most suitable for release next year.

The success of a thing is indispensable to the right time, place and people, so the bigger the pattern, the easier it is to laugh Finally, Wang Yao is this kind of person, he can analyze what is the most beneficial.

Just like the traditional problem he wants to revive, it is still in a bottomless pit and has no benefits, but Wang Yao knows that the far-reaching nature of this matter is not only a culture, but more importantly, the revival of Chinese national confidence.

When one day Chinese people will no longer be mistaken for Goryeo or Dongying people when they walk on the street wearing Hanfu, they will not be ridiculed by their compatriots for singing folk songs and speaking dialects, they will not be superior to others because they feel that they speak Mandarin, they will not think that writing traditional Chinese characters is pretentious, they will not be ridiculed for talking about ancient poems, they will not feel awe when they see white people, and they will no longer make a choice between the piano and the dulcimer because of the 'noble' piano.

That's when the real harvest comes in.

Thinking of this, Wang Yao, who was lying on the chair and pretending to sleep, unconsciously raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking peaceful and happy, and his murmur sounded in the quiet office not long after.

"I want to see that day. ”

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"Miss Zheng, please sign for your flowers. A courier boy shouted from the door of the theater.

The members of the troupe who were rehearsing on the stage stopped and looked at Zheng Jingjing, who was sitting under the stage and rehearsing for them.

Zheng Jingjing frowned, got up and said softly, "You go on." ”

The members on the stage continued, but they were all looking at each other, after all, gossip is human instinct, Zheng Jingjing can receive a large bouquet of roses at this time every day, and everyone wants to know who the other party is.

Zheng Jingjing took the courier brother's pen, signed it, and said lightly, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome. The courier brother had an unnatural flush on his face, and his eyes looked at Zheng Jingjing's face shyly, "Miss Zheng, I'm a fan of your drama." ”

Zheng Jingjing raised her head and glanced at him, nodding, "Thank you." ”

"When did you perform? The last time I saw it on TV, I wanted to see it live. The courier brother asked shyly.

"I don't know yet, if there is a performance, there should be an advertisement, and you should be able to know when the time comes, thank you. Zheng Jingjing nodded coldly.

The courier brother didn't dare to say anything more, and pointed to the huge bouquet on the cart behind him, "Where do you put the flowers?"

"Let's leave it at the door. Zheng Jingjing nodded: "Be careful on the road." ”

"Alas. The courier brother showed a happy smile on his face, for a month, this time he helped to send flowers to Zheng Jingjing, from the initial amazement to the current crush of careful thoughts, as well as the jealousy of this flower delivery person, have made him a little abnormal recently, like a young girl with a spring.

However, this beautiful Miss Zheng is really cold, and she doesn't say a word of nonsense.

But every time the last polite sentence of 'be careful on the road' will make him happy, and it has gradually become his day's rush, for fear that one day the person who ordered the flowers will not order, and he will not see Zheng Jingjing anymore, and he loves and hates this 'rival in love'.

The courier brother reluctantly left, and Zheng Jingjing went back to continue staring at the big bouquet of bright roses without looking at it.

Just after the sting, for the roses that bloom in May and June, it is out of season, it must be artificially promoted, the price must be very high, it can be seen that the identity of the flower giver is not bad, and such a large bouquet, even sent for almost a month, it is also amazing.

"Yo, it's here again?" He Saifei has been very idle recently, and he only comes to the theater every afternoon to take a look at these new members, and by the way, he looks at Zheng Jingjing.

"Uncle Shi. Zheng Jingjing got up and said hello.

"Whose son is this, willing to spend so much money to chase you, and you won't reveal it. He Saifei pinched Zheng Jingjing's tender cheeks.

"I don't know, but if I knew, I would have thanked him in person. Zheng Jingjing said expressionlessly, without the slightest hint of gratitude.

"It's a good platoon. He Saifei looked at the group of beautiful girls on the stage and said with a smile, these girls are the beautiful girls trained by Wang Yao's 'Modern Opera' program, and now it has expanded to twenty-four people, because they are halfway into the industry and have no teachers.

Wang Yao didn't dare to accept apprentices, after all, it was not the same way to follow the traditional pear orchard in the future, and as a disciple of Xumen, he didn't dare to mess around, so he gave them a gateway to set up their own - modernism.

These twenty-four people are sorted according to their age, named after the twenty-four solar terms, and their later descendants will also inherit this name, unlike the traditional pear orchard that typesets the generations to represent the capital.

They are: winter solstice, small cold, big cold, beginning of spring, rain, stunning, spring equinox, Qingming, Guyu, Lixia, Xiaoman, mangzhong, summer solstice, small heat, big heat, beginning of autumn, summer heat, white dew, autumn equinox, cold dew, frost, beginning of winter, light snow, heavy snow.

Twenty-four of them are the first generation, and after this period of training as professional opera actors, coupled with the quick method provided by Wang Yao, they can all be regarded as entry-level opera actors at present.

"It's okay, they're working hard. Zheng Jingjing said.

"But I always feel like something can't work. He Saifei muttered, "It's a bit of a sideshow." ”

Wang Yao said that the purpose of modern opera is to appreciate it with a low threshold, expand its influence, and promote it quickly. Zheng Jingjing explained, "Although I also think this is inappropriate, it is too frivolous, but let him be, I just do what I have to do." ”

"You're so good, too. He Saifei chuckled and said, "By the way, there have been many people who have asked you to invite you to play, and you are not ready to open the box?"

"I haven't had a lot of time lately. Zheng Jingjing shook her head, "Let's talk about it after Qingming." ”

"Boss Zheng, do you call me?" This is a beautiful girl with a baby face on the stage turned her head and asked, her current name is Nalan Qingming, and her original name is Nalan Yue.

"No, I didn't say you, you continue. Zheng Jingjing waved her hand, "Also, just call me by name, we are about the same age." ”

Nalan Qingming smiled, "Okay, Boss Zheng." ”

"Tsk, Wang Yao was worried that you wouldn't get along with this group of girls, so I came to stare at it every day, but I didn't expect to get along, Boss Zheng. He Saifei quipped, "Your current aura is about to catch up with your master." ”

"I'm not a kid anymore. Zheng Jingjing muttered.

"Sister Jing! there are flowers again, today, the mother-in-law who collects flowers is going to ask you to sign a long-term supply contract with you. Then there was another bright laugh outside.