Christine also opened the window and stretched her arms out of the window, as if caressing the breeze, feeling one with the breeze and the desert.

Like a stream, it flows quietly through his heart.

The moment when the moth fights the fire, it must be very happy and happy.

Over the years, Christine has traveled through countless battlefields of bullets as a war correspondent, as if walking on the edge of life and death, the scorching heat, the shortage of food, and the difficult marching conditions, all of which have never shaken her determination, and she has long put life and death aside, telling the world the real war with the camera, for the Pulitzer Prize, for the original dream like a moth that has been putting out a fire, just for the splendor of an instant, even if in the end only ashes are left for remembrance and memorial.

(The Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, which in the seventies and eighties of the twentieth century has developed into one of the highest honors in American journalism.) ）

When the off-road vehicle of the starry sky turned a sharp turn, they were greeted by a dense bullet like raindrops, which penetrated the windshield, door glass, and metal shell, penetrated the seat back, and penetrated the skin, tearing the back of the car seat, and the cotton wool danced in the compartment, tearing the skin into the human body, and the hot blood spilled out of the wound, merciless bullets, cruel and vicious.

The bullet pierced Peter's shoulder blades and arm, and the only thing he could do was to brake immediately, push the car door, and get out of the dangerous place.

Wang Wei's Humvee H2 was modified to be bulletproof, and he reacted quickly when he heard the gunshots, speeding to the left side of the attacked Star Announcer SUV to block the bullets attacking them.

Peter climbed out of the car, he was shot twice in the left leg, and he had to crawl forward, and he opened the door of the rear seat with his only left hand that could move, and Christine fell out and hit the ground hard.

The khaki men's outdoor flat military hat was gently draped over the already messy golden ponytail, and the square diamond studs on the ears glistened in the reflection of the sun, and the blood had soaked through the clothes.

The camera that once filmed the Palestinian-Israeli conflict and the Iraq war was finally passed through by a bullet with the owner and landed next to the owner, leaving an eternal moment.

Kong Li, who was sitting in the co-pilot of the Hummer H2, recorded this moment with his camera.

Christine was shot a lot, and blood was slowly pouring out of her body.

Shiruo hid on the right side of the car, holding her head and crying, already hysterical with fear.

Zheng Yi bandaged Peter's wounds, hugged Shiruo and looked at the surrounding situation anxiously.

The car was attacked after a right turn, so the bullets basically hit the left side of the car, and Zheng Yi and Shiruo only suffered skin injuries.

Zhao Fei's car also drove over, and Wang Wei had already left the car and ambushed him with a gun on the side of the Humvee H2.

Zhao Fei saw Christine lying in a pool of blood, took off her coat and covered her body, the square diamond studs on her ears shining in the reflection of the sun.

She and her dreams are here forever.

"In the direction of 10 o'clock, there are rocket artillery. Kong Li shouted loudly.

Everyone looked for prestige, and sure enough, at 10 o'clock, there was a protruding sand dune, and two figures were there, one of whom was holding a long cylinder in his hand.

However, the XM8 in Wang Wei's hand was only an assault rifle, and its accuracy and range were far inferior to that of a sniper rifle.

Wang Wei was already sweating, and he knew deeply what would happen when that rocket hit here.

Everyone was nervous.

Suddenly, the two figures fell one after the other.

Zhao Fei's eyes swept to the Range Rover side, Xiao Ran was holding an M82 Barrett sniper rifle and was leaving from the Range Rover side to find another sniper location.

This little girl is still very good at a critical time, Zhao Fei secretly gave Xiao Ran a thumbs up.

There were about thirty or forty people on the other side who slowly advanced towards this side in black pressure, holding high black flags with Arabic on them.

Although Zhao Fei and the four of them also received firearms training, after all, they were only outdoor elites, and only Kong Li was a veteran with actual combat experience, and he seemed at a loss in the face of the current situation.

So basically, only Kong Li, Wang Wei and Brian counterattacked on the inside of the car as cover, but they were obviously outmatched, and those who were suppressed by the opponent's firepower sometimes could barely raise their heads.

Lin Wei took out her small tri-fold black tablet and dialed the satellite phone connected to the technical department of S.D.'s headquarters in New York.

"We were attacked, in the direction of two o'clock, to call me satellite real-time images. Lin Wei gave instructions to S.D.'s technical department.

The small black tablet immediately displays a real-time satellite image at 2 o'clock, and you can see a high-definition vertical image of everyone in the other party's area.

The gunfire outside was so loud that I couldn't hear the words clearly.

Lin Wei handed Zhao Fei a few wireless headphones, Zhao Fei put on a headset, picked up an MP5 submachine gun from the car, looked at Lin Wei nodded, and then walked out and distributed the headphones to everyone separately.

"Wang Wei, Kong Li, Brian, at two o'clock, there are three people rushing over, Wang Wei is in charge of the left, Kong Li is in the middle, Brian is on the right, 50 meters, 45 meters, 40 meters, fire!"

Lin Wei conveyed the command through the headset, Wang Wei, Kong Li, and Brian got up and shot at the same time, and the three enemies fell in response.

Lin Wei: "Xiao Ran, there is a sniper 100 meters in the direction of 3 o'clock, you move to the back of the starry sky off-road vehicle, and that angle is his dead end." ”

Xiao Ran quickly moved to the back of the off-road vehicle and headshot the opponent's sniper.

Lin Wei: "Wang Wei, Kong Li, Brian, at 10 o'clock, there are 5 people rushing over, two on the left of Wang Wei, one in the middle of Kong Li, two on the right of Brian, 50 meters, 45 meters, fire!"

The three of them fired together, and the enemy fell one after another.

Lin Wei: "Wang Wei has 3 people in the direction of 11 o'clock, 2 people in the direction of Brian 1 o'clock, and 3 people in the direction of Kong Li at 5 o'clock, and they shoot freely respectively. ”

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There was a roar, Gavin drove the armored car and Lance to support, and with the heavy weapons on the armored car, the opponent quickly gave up the attack and retreated.

"Poor Kou Mo chase, we hurry to send the wounded and Christine back. Lin Wei asked everyone to retreat quickly.

The group returned to the camp, where local doctors helped them.

Lance and Peter prepare to return to Jerusalem and bring Christine's body with them.

In the past, Christine followed the Red Cross to pass through here many times, transporting the bodies of countless soldiers.

Today, her own body has to pass through the 100-150-meter-long strip, with the edge of a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean on one side, and it is so quiet.

Kong Li took out Christine's last photo, Shiruo was already crying and her eyes were red, looking at the picture that this photo kept.

The khaki flat military hat was gently placed on a golden ponytail, the square diamond studs on the ears glistened in the reflection of the sun, and the blood had soaked through the clothes, which had once filmed the Palestinian-Israeli conflict and the Iraq war, and finally was pierced by a bullet with the owner and landed next to the owner.

"This picture is sure to win a Pulitzer Prize. Shiruo put Christine's last wish, and this photo is sandwiched on the bouquet of Christine's coffin.

War and love are indeed the two eternal themes of mankind.

Where there is conflict, where there is war, there are journalists who work selflessly.

It was they who risked their lives in that turbulent environment and left us with a high degree of professionalism to leave us with a very powerful photo.

Expose the ugliness, reflect the truth, and there are blood and tears in the photos.

War is a place of challenge and opportunity for war correspondents, and it can also be their destination......

They stood outside the camp and watched as their car left the camp and drove to Jerusalem.

The car containing Christine's body gradually became smaller and became a small black dot and disappeared into the vast sea of sand.