I have to admit that although Yan Jiucheng experienced a murderous death scene at the gate of hell, when such an arm was blown up next to him, his heart still beat violently and uncontrollably.

The first thing I was not scared, but what the hell was this?

It must be admitted that for a second, Yan Jiucheng's head was broken, and he was in a state of some trance, even if he was not afraid in his heart, and even very excited, showing the unique temperament of the heroic gene. But after all, I have never had the experience of being on a real battlefield in my life, and I was so close to it.

No, to be precise, to be involved.

Then, the sound of machine gun fire shattered his trance at this moment, Yan Jiucheng quickly returned to reality, he glanced at the hand, and then looked at the two warring sides not far away.

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the red sun was in the middle of the street, with the warring sides on both sides, and at Yan Jiucheng's angle, he could clearly see that there were about seven people on the left behind the vehicle, and about six people on the right were distributed behind the high and low walls over there.

The vehicle was already muted and was subjected to strafing bullets. A bullet casing flew from the left or the right and bounced to Yan Jiucheng's feet.

A little further ahead, you only need to raise the camera to take a picture, excellent photos, there are two sides fighting, and there is a round of red sun, the picture is very strong, it can be said that for reporters, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If your photo isn't good enough, it's because the artillery isn't close enough. This is the motto of almost every war correspondent, except that the closer you get to the fire, the more dangerous it becomes: the low wall in front of you is so hollow and so low that unless you lie on the ground all over, there is no shelter at all.

Speed is the only trick to keeping a war correspondent alive.

From here to the front, press the shutter, and do it in ten seconds, you will control the dangerous time of being shot at ten seconds, etc., the faster the speed, the shorter the time to be exposed to danger, Yan Jiucheng looked at the distance, and thought about it in his heart.

Ten seconds was the amount of time he was exposed to extreme danger. You know, although the wall in front of you is only less than five meters ahead, it is a street corner, and the best view is also where the Grim Reaper squats.

Any front-line photo is taken by a war correspondent at the risk of his life, speed is of the essence, and the rest can only be left to luck. You know, sometimes you're too fast to be faster, but unfortunately, you're a little unlucky and you get shot before you can even lift the camera.

"Old hanging, you are guarding behind me. After Yan Jiucheng shouted at the old hanger, without any hesitation, he risked his waist and almost rushed over at his fastest speed, and threw himself on the low wall in front of him.

Two or three seconds.

Lao Hang held up the stick carrying the national flag in one hand, and held the gun in the other hand to face the back, staring at the street behind him with his eyes, fortunately, there was no one behind, turned his head and glanced at Yan Jiucheng, and saw that he was lying on the ground and was getting up accurately to start shooting.

If only I had a helmet, I could block it, I thought to myself.

The warring parties have entered a stalemate, and when they see their brothers die a lot, people's hatred accumulates to the peak, and when the people around them die a lot, the fear of death will be reduced a lot, and they will become numb. Under the dual emotions of hatred and numbness, people can become fanatics of war.

And this frenzy is bound to bring desperate efforts on both sides.

The sound of bullets became more and more intensive, and the two sides launched a general attack, this is a good opportunity, for Yan Jiucheng, who has just pounced on the low wall, this is the best time to shoot, and of course, it is also the most dangerous moment.

Yan Jiucheng didn't think much about it, and immediately became a squatting position after getting up from the ground, the strap of the camera hung around his neck, his hands held the camera with one hand, and the other hand quickly adjusted the focus, and the red sun shone on Yan Jiucheng's face, imprinted with a piece of red.

Under the camera, a young man on the left pokes his head out and shoots wildly with a machine gun, his face covered in blood. A man on the right, who couldn't tell that his young head was covered in dirt, also showed his face, roaring, and his teeth were unusually white in the dirt.

The red sun and the scrapped car are in the middle of the shot.

Whether it is the composition or any detail of the characters, it is made in heaven, this is a real battlefield, but it is like the lens of a TV series, exquisite, wild, and cruel.

There are very few photos of the front line, and only a handful of photos of the front line can be taken with both warring sides, not only the front line, but also the two warring sides in the same photo, and there is a round of red sun to make the whole picture fuller, and the photos of the blood on the ground are even rarer.

This is a photo that will go down in the annals of battlefield photography.

Yan Jiucheng took a deep breath, pressed the shutter in the rain of bullets, and then fell to the ground again with great agility.

The speed is very fast, it only took about four seconds from lifting the camera to adjusting the focus, which is inseparable from Yan Jiucheng's hard training in college, when he was in college, in order to exercise the ability of students majoring in journalism to stabilize the camera, there is a basic skill that must be practiced: the palm of the hand is super up to hold the camera, and then put two bricks, and hold it for a long time without shaking.

This is the basic skill, the basic skill of a professional reporter, not to mention that there is a tripod now, in special circumstances, the tripod is too slow, whether it is a war correspondent or a livelihood reporter, it is often necessary to zoom the lens closer to dozens of meters, and those who have taken photos know that when they zoom closer, the slightest shaking will make the photo mushy.

At that time, Yan Jiucheng practiced a good arm strength and muscular strength just by lifting bricks.

Yan Jiucheng immediately glanced at the photo he had just taken, this photo of the right time and place, everything couldn't be coordinated, and when he saw it, he was dumbfounded.

The photo is pasted.

It seems that perhaps because of the war around him, his hand still shook slightly when he pressed the shutter, after all, shooting on weekdays is different from shooting in a life-and-death scene.

"Withdraw! They moved this way!" Lao Hang saw that Yan Jiucheng had finished filming but did not retreat, and shouted, only to see that the warring parties began to move this way, and it was obvious that one side could not withstand it.

The more he moved this way, the more dangerous Yan Jiucheng became.

After Yan Jiucheng glanced at the photo, he cursed, then took a deep breath again, and immediately bent his waist, took a solid horse step, and raised the camera in his hand.

The picture on the camera is obviously not as good as it was just now, although the two warring sides can still be in the same frame, but only the person on the left shows his face, and the person on the left is suppressed by the fire behind the iron barrel, fortunately, they can be photographed raising their guns.

The red sun is still a red sun, and the car is still in the middle of the picture.

With one less face, the impact is much less.

But this kind of picture is still a rare and unmissable opportunity.

This time, Yan Jiucheng no longer pursues speed, he found that the arm holding up the camera shook uncontrollably slightly, to be honest, although he was afraid of death, he was not afraid, it can be said that relatively speaking, he can face death very calmly.

But this arm, why the hell doesn't it shake obediently?!

Yan Jiucheng's head was exposed to the low wall, and he stared at the picture in the camera, taking a deep breath and adjusting his mentality.

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw!" the old hanger's voice sounded frantically.

In the shot, one side began to retreat in the direction of Yan Jiucheng, while the other side suppressed the fire, the bullet was somewhat missed, and it fell near Yan Jiucheng's low wall and low wall, and a lot of slightly heated bullet shells were bounced on his body.

"When shooting, at that moment, you must hold your breath, your hands will definitely shake, after all, it is not a tripod, as long as you press the shutter at the moment you keep not shaking, the photo is clear!" In the past, when I worked in the magazine, the words of the master are still in my ears. At that time, Yan Jiucheng felt that this old reporter was really a cliché, and what was it to him to take a clear photo? He was the most solid one in practicing basic skills when he was in college.

It can be said that in the days when he worked in the magazine, the photos he took were rarely paste, and this alone killed many newcomers in seconds.

Whoosh ......

A few strands of wind blew near the head.

Yan Jiucheng knew that this was a bullet.

At this time, the faces of both sides under the camera were once again revealed, good opportunity! Yan Jiucheng held his breath, clicked the shutter, and then immediately fell to the ground.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

A bomb exploded not far from him, and dirt fell on him, and instinctively, he protected the camera with his body. It's an instinct as a journalist to protect your camera at all times.

I remember when I was in the magazine, Yan Jiucheng still remembers the scene at that time, when he was in the office with his colleagues in a meeting, the leader was talking happily, and suddenly he felt a little dizzy.

The leader also seemed to pause.

"Don't shake your feet!" the person next to him patted Yan Jiucheng's leg on his stool.

"Don't shake! Yan Jiucheng replied.

Then, everyone immediately realized that something was wrong, and the water in the water cup on the table shook.

There was an earthquake!

Later, everyone opened the window and looked out, only to see that everyone in the other office buildings rushed out, while he and his colleagues immediately picked up the camera, camera, some rushed to the roof of the building, taking a shot of the whole city, while the other part rushed to the stairs, but did not rush down, but raised the camera to shoot the panicked crowd.

In times of danger, among the retrogrades, the journalist is always there.

The soil fell on Yan Jiucheng's body, and he had the blood of a reporter on his body, which was also one of the important reasons why the organization gave him the status of a war correspondent.

After this wave of explosions, Yan Jiucheng looked at the photos taken by the camera.

After this glance, Yan Jiucheng scolded again in annoyance.

Although the picture is not pasted, the moment the shutter is pressed, a stone is splashed, blocking the exposed side tightly.

Photographs of unclear characters, waste films.

It's not that easy to shoot.

This line of work is far from being as simple as imagined, which reminds Yan Jiucheng of the photos in Shoreke's room, so many first-line photos, how did he do it? The bullets around him snapped, and the screams were endless.

Every photo is bought with a life.

Just like Yan Jiucheng now, he did his best, taking photos without thinking about his own safety, to complete the task, he needed photos, and the organization needed photos to prove his identity, and he had to take them.

And the frustrating thing is that sometimes you trade your life for it, and you can't exchange it.

"Withdraw, withdraw!" Lao Hang shouted again, only to see that the two warring sides, one side was obviously defeated, and they had already retreated to Yan Jiucheng's side.

"You withdraw first!" Yan Jiucheng didn't have time to turn back, he raised his camera again, and was just about to shoot, only to hear the sound of the old hanging, this sound was very painful and heartbreaking.

Subsequently, there was no sound.