Gesang's raised hand and the eyes full of hatred deeply shocked Yan Jiucheng, and he even instantly had a strong idea of wanting to shoot, and that strong urge to focus made Yan Jiucheng's hand instinctively touch the position where the camera was originally hung, that is, near the abdomen.

At the same time, he noticed that Scholk's hand was also groping in the abdomen.

I'm afraid this is the instinct of being a journalist, when I see a picture worth recording, I instinctively want to record it. Gesang's raised hand, the face full of hatred, was so inconsistent with her five-year-old face.

It's so disagreeable that it's distressing.

Such distressing photographs are what war correspondents need most, not to change headlines, but to be a professional instinct. Shoot the most shocking images like this and show them to the world. If not, how can the world know about the situation here, about the war?

Gesang held her right hand high to ask for a gun, while her left hand tightly grasped the little doll given by Gu Miqing, and the sunlight shone from the dome and imprinted spots on her face.

"What hand does the child raise?" The people on the side turned their heads to look at her, and saw her raise her hands high, shouting loudly, 'I am willing, I am willing, I am willing', and felt that it was a little noisy, and said something to stop her.

"Play with dolls, kid. Another, older woman, who was much more tolerant of the child, squatted down and touched Gesang's head with pity, and pointed to her doll: "Play with dolls, guns are not for children." ”

"The doll is useless!" Gesang looked at the doll in his hand, pursed his lips, and looked at the woman with a firm gaze: "Can the doll fight demons?

With that, she threw the doll to the ground.

The moment she threw it to the ground, the sadness that flashed in her eyes was heartbreaking.

At this moment, Yan Jiucheng found that Xiao Erke chose Gesang as the shooting target, which was indeed clever. Although this girl is a black girl, in the traditional aesthetics, she is not as eye-catching as a white girl, which is a bit discriminatory, but the truth is so embarrassing.

And Gesang is different.

She has the most talkative eyes in the world.

The guns were not immediately distributed to the crowd at the scene, but after registering them, they mysteriously said no more. Yan Jiucheng didn't know what would happen to the registered people next, whether they would train together or pass any assessments.

The activities in the underground hall continued, but Yan Jiucheng, Xiao Erke, and Gu Miqing were invited out, and as a foreigner, he had no right to know, and it was impossible for him to know.

The only thing I know is that these men who came to the underground auditorium with their heads broken are here to die, to have jobs for their families, and to avoid war as much as possible.

What a tragic blessing it was to have the opportunity to die.

When he climbed out of the narrow staircase, Gu Miqing kept inhaling deeply, controlling his sadness, while Yan Jiucheng just crawled on the ground reverently, believing in the gods for the first time in his heart.

Please, God, restore peace here!

Yan Jiucheng thought to himself, in the short crawl distance, he kept praying, praying for the people here who were originally kind but had to kill each other.

When I walked out of the underground auditorium, I found that the sky outside was beautiful at dusk, and the clouds were layered and spread across the sky like waves, as red as blood.

"What a beautiful sky. Gu Miqing glanced at it, picked up the camera from where the camera was placed, clicked and took a picture, and then picked up the helmet and handed it to Shore.

Shorer shook his head, did not take the helmet, then glanced at the brilliant sky, but his expression was quite worried, and said, "It seems that there will be a storm tomorrow." ”

You know, here, storms always bring bad luck, and almost every storm will issue a sneak attack, either you sneak attack me, or I sneak attack you.

The three walked out and headed for the vehicle.

Yan Jiucheng was calculating the progress in his heart, according to the plan, tomorrow morning, the scientist's plane will take off, and it will arrive in the war zone in the evening, and it is unknown how long he will stay in the war zone. But no matter how long he stays, the scientists will try to organize a reporter interview to facilitate Yan Jiucheng's exchange of information with him.

Before that, Yan Jiucheng had to publish a report of sufficient weight to get an interview certificate to enter the Heike villa area. You must know that not just any reporter can go in for an interview here, the review is very strict, even if you find a way to pass the review and get in smoothly, if you don't have a good report in your hand, I'm afraid it's easy to make people suspicious.

The most important thing is that if there is a heavyweight report, the kind that shocks the world after the report is published, it can be interviewed by scientists very smoothly, not by a group interview.

After all, this scientist is famous in the world, and it is not uncommon for a journalist who has made outstanding reports in a war zone to interview a single person while he is in a region.

It's just that this story has to shock the world, or at least make headlines in the world news.

This made Yan Jiucheng difficult.

Although he had a photo of himself on the battlefield, but a photo of the front line so close to the firepower, it was not enough to shock the world. After all, this place has been fighting for more than ten years, and there are many photos of the front line.

If not, you can also get the opportunity to visit the group by publishing this report, and then talk about it, as long as you can enter the villa area. Yan Jiucheng secretly planned in his heart. A group interview is a group interview, and scientists will find an excuse to invite all war correspondents to come and interview them, the kind of interview between one person and many people.

Gu Miqing and Yan Jiucheng walked behind Xiao Erke, deliberately narrowing the distance, and sighed again: "The Gesang series filmed by Xiao Erke, as long as it is reported, after all, it is the headline of the world, it is too classic." ”

Shorke, who walked in front, walked in a rather sassy posture, this man in his early thirties was quite handsome, even in the war zone, his gray face could not hide his tough appearance.

Yan Jiucheng suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

"Hey, man!" he shouted.

Sholk turned his head and looked at Yan Jiucheng.

"When will you release Gesang's photo?" Yan Jiucheng asked, if Scork released it today, it would definitely be the headline tomorrow, so according to his relationship, if Scork is interested in interviewing scientists, he will find an excuse to go in with him, I am afraid there is a chance.

"Almost, just a few days later, I'll have to sort it out. Scholk stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair, he seemed to reach out and grab his hair every time he had a mood swing, causing his hair to be like a bird's nest, messy, he sighed: "I still lack a photo with Gesang, it's perfect." ”

As he spoke, he reached out again and grabbed his head, kicking the small stone in the ground with his foot.

"Unfortunately, she couldn't have taken a picture with me. Shaloke turned his head and turned his back to Yan Jiucheng, as if he didn't want others to see the tears in his eyes, but just shook his head blankly: "She hates my country, hates me, and it is impossible for her to take pictures with me." ”

As he spoke, he quickened his pace, and in front of him was the street full of wishing tapes, and after crossing the street were vehicles, he urged: "Let's go, it's getting late, someone is robbing, and once a conflict breaks out, this is the center, and it is easy to get out of danger." If you want to be in this place for a longer time, you have to live a little longer. ”

Mr. Sholke, who had lived in a war zone for several years, was so experienced that he could tell almost by the breath of the wind where there was news and where there was death.

Sholke ran.

"There is one more day, tomorrow the storm will not be able to have a conflict, fight hard. Gu Miqing said in a low voice, and the two hurriedly quickened their pace and chased after Shore.

Suddenly, a short voice clicked nearby.

"Someone's sniping!" said Scholk, who followed the sound and looked at a wall, where he saw tiny bricks falling in a small place.

Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing also half-squatted in an instant and hid behind a broken wall nearby.

"Why is it so inaccurate? Gu Miqing was very calm, she was a sniper herself, she was too familiar with this voice, and said in a low but sure voice: "It's far away from here, a sniper in the southeast." ”

Burst......

Another very short sound sounded nearby.

Fragments of bricks fell down in a small part of another wall, followed by several large stones due to the force of the impact.

"Somebody is just practicing, don't be nervous. Xiao Erke stood up, turned his head and beckoned to Yan Jiucheng: "Hurry up, this is just someone practicing sniping, now is the time of the underground auditorium, according to the tacit understanding of the three parties, there will be no conflict at this point in time." Get to the car. ”

"No wonder it's so inaccurate, it turns out to be practice. Gu Miqing muttered, and ran up late with Yan Jiucheng.

Burst......

A few more gunshots rang out, and I don't know where they went.

Burst...... Burst......

Shorke ran to the part of the wishing belt, turned his head to look at Yan Jiucheng again, and waved his hand again: "Hurry up! I'm a little worried about whether the tires of the car will be punctured, if they do, we have to walk back, and the time is ......."

"Be careful!" Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing suddenly shouted at the same time.

As soon as the words fell.

There was only a muffled thud, and Scholk seemed to freeze at once.

Then he fell to the ground, his whole body curled up, and began to convulse uncontrollably, and the blood on his head was like half of the clouds in the sky, and blood was red and bloody.

Yan Jiucheng and Gu Miqing saw a large loose brick fall from the dilapidated building, and the wall that Xu was hit by the person who practiced sniping was loosened, and the stone fell from above Xiao Erke.

In just over a second, it fell directly on top of Shorer's head, impartially, and smashed on the top of his head.

This floor is four stories high, and this street is four stories high, but it was such a coincidence that it would hit him on the head?!

"Shork!" Yan Jiucheng ran over quickly, the blood on Sholke's entire head on the ground was thrilling, and his tall body curled up like a lobster, with blood spurting from his mouth, and the blood made his entire face unclear.

"Don't ...... Don't be afraid...... Yan Jiucheng squatted in front of him, immediately took off his clothes and pressed his head, the blood instantly stained the clothes, and the warm blood bloomed in Yan Jiucheng's palm.

Sholk curled up in a ball with a freshly cooked shrimp, and made a strange whining sound in his throat.

"Doctor, doctor!" Gu Miqing shouted loudly, this is instinct, find a doctor if you are injured, especially if you have a head injury, such a tall building, such a big brick, the bricks are broken when you smash it.

In a pool of blood, Sholk looked straight at Yan Jiucheng, blood covered his face and his eyes, but he insisted on opening his eyes and moving his mouth.

There was a muffled sound.

Yan Jiucheng immediately knelt on the ground and approached Shore's mouth with his ear.

"Gathering ...... Assemble...... Assemble...... Scholk's voice was extremely muffled, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Jiucheng's camera.

"Focus?" Yan Jiucheng looked at the short-lived Sholk, and deeply understood that the man in front of him was really dying, and when he was still investigating this man, he hadn't trusted him yet, and he didn't have a short life?!

He hasn't finished the interview yet, and he still lacks a photo with Gesang. He has not fulfilled his wish of 'finding out the demon behind the war, even if this demon is my motherland', and his life will not be long?!

He just fell to the ground like a lobster all the time, without the honor of the country, without the gratitude of the people in this area, and even died during the shooting of the battlefield, but was hit by a brick, and his life was not long?!

"Focus. Mr. Scholke pronounced the words accurately, seemingly with all his might.

He was like a lobster, lying there, dying a dignified death, not like a martyr, and without a funeral. There won't even be a blessing.

Perhaps, the people here will look at him coldly on the ground and say, "God has really opened his eyes, and a drill fell from the sky to kill the reporter from this demonic country!"

In the past, Shorke focused on life and death, using his life to get closer to the battlefield, and then get closer, to shoot the truth.

Today, focusing on life and death, the final death of this war correspondent is recorded, and the streets lined with wishing ribbons are lined with wishing ribbons.