Yan Jiucheng stretched out his hand towards Gu Miqing, in terms of identity, they are boyfriend and girlfriend, and showing intimacy should have been, Gu Miqing didn't feel anything before, but now he is a little shy.

Hiding his shyness between breaths, he put his hand in his palm, and the two looked at each other, and the air was filled with an ambiguous smell, and this ambiguity made outsiders think that the two were real lovers.

"Scholke was too welcoming to us. Gu Miqing whispered, Yan Jiucheng pinched her slightly hard to imply that she would not speak anymore, and then opened the door, outside the door, Xiao Erke was holding a cigar in his mouth, carrying a helmet in one hand, sweating profusely, grinning with white teeth, and blinking proudly with one eye.

"Hey, look what I got on. He put his helmet on the ground, picked up the camera on his back, lowered his head and pulled it a few times, then took the cigar in his mouth, spit out a cigarette, and handed the camera to Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng took the camera, only to see that the camera switch button was polished, it is not easy to polish it, Yan Jiucheng used the master's camera when he was in the magazine, and he would see the camera button that was polished into such a camera, and the master said that this is an old machine that has been used for many years. At first glance, he and Lao Hang were actually photographed by Sholk when they were filming war scenes.

"Good photos. Scholk smiled, took another deep puff on his cigar, tilted his head, the sun shining through the window on his face, and he could see many scars on his face and arms, long and short, like something scraped.

The photo shows Yan Jiucheng and Lao Hang at the scene of the battlefield.

"The expressions of both of you are very clear, and the background color behind this is also majestic. ”

Yan Jiucheng chuckled in his heart, how could this Sholke stare at him all the time, he was even photographed by him at this time, but after thinking about it, if he really had a ghost in his heart, he shouldn't show him the photo. But then I thought about it, could he have done it deliberately in order to eliminate doubts about himself?

If you have doubts, you will naturally be vigilant, Yan Jiucheng smiled and patted Sholk's shoulder: "It's indeed a good photo, but it's ...... ”

If this photo is published now, it will not be beneficial to the action of the project, you must know that Yan Jiucheng's side face has been taken.

"For you, if you don't want to publish it, you won't publish it, no parent wants to see their children working under fire, I know. Without waiting for Yan Jiucheng to speak, Xiao Erke turned off the camera, shrugged his shoulders, and then pressed the cigarette butt to the wall and extinguished it, and then carefully put the cigarette butt into the cigarette case, which looked very economical, and he was reluctant to throw away even the remaining small piece.

Yan Jiucheng breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

"Let's go, they're all on their way. Scholk said and walked down the stairs.

"Do you want to leave so early, the activities in the underground hall only start in the evening, right?" Gu Miqing looked out the window, it was just after noon at this time, and there were still more than ten hours before the activities in the underground hall recorded in the report, and you must know that the activities in the underground hall did not start until nine o'clock in the evening.

"You have to queue up, and besides, do you have anything to eat in the car? Eat something, it's going to be hard for a while. Sholke walked to his car, patted the front of his car, then touched the red, white and blue flag hanging in the window, smiled bitterly and walked to Yan Jiucheng's car, and asked, "Can I take your car?"

has his own car but wants to sit in someone else's, Yan Jiucheng's vigilance in his heart is a little more.

"It's better to walk together, let's get in the car. Gu Miqing smiled and pulled the car door, this time, she chose to sit in the back seat and pointed to the co-pilot: "Just you are showing the way." ”

Gu Miqing's hand has always been not far from her gun, and letting Sharm Er sit in the co-pilot is also convenient for her to shoot at any time, she thinks the same as Yan Jiucheng, this person is so enthusiastic, and he has his own car that does not drive, it is very suspicious.

"My car was going to be smashed when I went to a civilian area. Xiao Erke stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair, and was about to put on the helmet himself, but after turning his head to look at Gu Miqing, he handed the helmet to her.

Gu Miqing shook her head, the helmet would affect her field of vision, and it was inconvenient to observe: "Thank you, I don't like to wear this, but why was your car smashed when it went to a civilian area?"

"They hate my country. Scholk still threw the helmet in the back seat: "Wear it, although it is not very useful, at least it can block the kind of small shrapnel that falls to the ground and then flies over, don't underestimate that kind of small shrapnel, many people are killed by that kind of shrapnel, even if there is no shrapnel, flying some small stones is enough for you." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the long and short scars on his arms and face: "These are all made by rocks, you are a girl, it's not good to have a scar." ”

If it is ordinary, they will feel that Sholk is really a good person, but this is not ordinary, Sholk is the object of their suspicion, so although Gu Miqing feels a little guilty in his heart, the muzzle of the gun hidden under his hand is still aimed at Sholk.

"They hate my country, my country has intervened in this, so that this fight is more than ten years, and it is normal for them to hate. Scholk sighed faintly, stretched out his hand and touched the national flag in his pocket: "But they are also afraid, they will not hurt me in person, behind my back, some little dolls will always sprinkle nails or something on my road." ”

Finally, with a wry smile, he took out the small national flag in his pocket and shook it, the red, white and blue flag represented his identity, and also allowed the local people to project their dissatisfaction with the country onto Shorer's body.

"I'm the most hated journalist by the locals. He said, his voice low but heavy.

The afternoon sun was strong, like a pot of spirits, and the blood poured out all around, and Sholk looked at the ruined streets around him, his face full of dejection.

"I think there are a lot of people who are familiar with you, and they treat you as friends. Yan Jiucheng answered.

"They didn't treat me as a friend, they just needed material when I was interviewing, I bought material from them, and they used me as an ATM. Scholk lowered his head with a smirk, played with the flag in his hand, and after a moment raised his head and tucked it into his breast pocket.

"I must find out whether our country is interfering in this behind the scenes, I must find out. Sholk muttered, then rested his hand on the window and looked at the dilapidated buildings in the distance.

Since several countries withdrew from the region a few years ago under international pressure, they have claimed that they will not intervene again. It can be said that there is no longer any intervention, and there has been no ceasefire here for five or six years, but it has intensified.

In such a big place, with just three government troops, it stands to reason that they will not have to fight for so long.

Therefore, there are people behind the forces who are secretly still interfering in this area, which can be judged by almost anyone with military common sense, depending on which country it is, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the red, white and blue flag is the most likely country.

"You check this, your country won't ......" Gu Miqing couldn't help but speak.

He wants to dig up evidence of his country's covert interference, as a journalist has spent several years filming scandals in his own country, and once dug up and confirmed, it will be an international scandal that shocks the world, which shows the risks.

The state is not going to find someone to assassinate him, after all, he is just a reporter, but he will never be treated.

"So, my country hates me too. Scholke pretended to shrug his shoulders relaxedly, stretched out his hand and scratched his scalp hard: "I'm a war correspondent who everyone hates. ”

He pointed to a building: "A few years ago, the owner of this building had a good relationship with me, and then ...... They all died, and I filmed it and published it, and his neighbor said that I used my friend's death to sell stories, and the children in the family were ignorant and secretly threw stones at me. ”

He pointed to his forehead: "Nine stitches." ”

"This place, it used to be a kindergarten, a few years ago this area belonged to the civilian area, the three governments are around here, the children can still go to school, now ......"

Scholk shook his head: "If this kindergarten is still there, Gesang can go to school." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Jiucheng: "Do you remember Gesang, that little black girl." ”

Of course, I remember Gesang, Shorke's photo of her was so moving, her parents fled in the war with her, and the crowd around her was terrified, only Gesang raised the kite in her hand and smiled like a flower.

There is also the helplessness and anger she felt when she faced the death of her last loved one, this series of photos, not to mention that Yan Jiucheng has seen Gesang, people who have not seen it, when they see this series of photos, they will remember Gesang.

Remember this innocent and romantic child, but was devastated by the war to the heartbreak.

From the perspective of a war correspondent, Scholke is a natural war correspondent, and the photos he takes are so moving, and he is also a real war correspondent, not hiding in a safe area to take a few photos from a distance, nor following the government army to take a few photos while cleaning up the battlefield.

He drilled into the flames of war every day, taking his life to shoot.

"Of course I do. Yan Jiucheng nodded.

"I used to be good friends with Gesang's parents, and I told his dad about the sewer repair work in Science City. But then the people of their family died one by one, and Gesang hated my country more and more, and hated me more and more. ”

Shorer babbled, his words were full of helplessness and melancholy, and the car was driving between the dilapidated buildings, which made Yan Jiucheng feel like he was in an unreal world.

"In this era, why is there a war?" Gu Miqing couldn't help but feel sad, some children in the distance leaned out tremblingly, and bowed far away after seeing the reporter's vehicle, hoping that a kind reporter would drop some bread and candy or something.

A roar in the distance scared the hungry children away.

"It's not that there are wars in this era, it's that there are wars in every era, it's just that you and my country are at peace. There is no era of peace in this world, only peaceful countries. Shorke said coldly, and finally shook his head: "Pray that your country will not be like here." ”

In the distance, the child's cries came and went.

On the side of the road, piles of corpses stretched.

The land is desolate.

Full of sadness.

World peace is a utopia that has never appeared in human history, and it will never exist, unless mankind perishes, and what can be done is to make one's own country strong.

Only if you are strong, you will not be like here, just because of the rich minerals underneath, let the country covet it, and thus destroy the lives of people.

Peace can only be achieved if it is strong.