Limited Exemption Chapter 1173 Go Home!

Xiao Zheng held the urn in his left hand, put his right index finger to his lips, and made a silent motion. The expression on his face was unremarkable. I don't see the slightest joy or anger.

He was just doing such an action, he just wanted to tell the media reporters who were present, my fighters are sleeping, don't wake them up.

But it was such a seemingly calm action, but it deeply shook the hearts of media reporters.

What kind of person is this anti-terrorist commander who has been criticized as a butcher?

In the face of the enemy, he did not even spare his children. Like a scythe-armed grim reaper, harvesting fragile lives. But at this moment, he subconsciously made this shocking action. Even an urn, he has to keep it safe.

Everyone could see that Xiao Zheng's move was definitely subconscious. There's nothing for showmanship

And in fact, a warrior who dares to slaughter the Boy Scouts, does he really disdain for show?

He is not even afraid of the accusations of the whole world, will he care about this reporter in front of him?

He is in front of the African media, and he is in front of the Chinese media, which is really diametrically opposed...

"Instructor Xiao, there have been rumors about you all over the world lately. I'd like to interview you for your thoughts on this matter. A reporter came back to his senses first and stretched out the microphone in front of Xiao Zheng. Do you really think those Scouts deserve to be killed? If you had to do it all over again, would you really kill them with your own hands? ”

These questions are exactly what Xiao Zheng responded to when he was in Africa.

At this moment, when the Chinese reporter brought it up again. Xiao Zheng just tightened the urn in his arms, and said with a calm expression: "If I can do it again, I will do my best to protect my warrior." So that they can come back alive. And not lying in this box. ”

The audience was silent.

A sad feeling spread throughout the audience. The indignant reporters sank.

Oh, yes

Boy Scouts don't deserve to die. Do our warriors deserve to die?

At least the boy scouts, who killed people, were terrorists. And what about our fighters?

They are fighting for justice!

Why does everyone care about the tragic fate of the Boy Scouts, but no one cares about the fate of our beloved warriors?

There was silence for a moment, and a middle-aged reporter asked in a fairly gentle tone: "Instructor Xiao, do you mean that all the qiē you have done is to protect your own soldiers?" And not indiscriminately killing innocents? ”

Xiao Zheng turned around slowly and stared directly at the middle-aged reporter: "I'm a warrior." My mission this time is to destroy evil. ”

After a pause, Xiao Zheng said word by word: "I refuse to answer your question." ”

The reporter also realized that he was really disrespectful to ask this question. Especially no matter what wrong decisions they make, their overall behavior is positive and full of positive energy.

And on what basis should he denigrate their efforts? And why discredit their contributions?

At this time, a female reporter squeezed in, stretched out the microphone and asked, "Instructor Xiao." What do you want to do most when you return to your home country? ”

The female reporter was a reporter for an emotion magazine. The questions asked are also relatively emotional. Not as sharp and unpleasant as a few previous journalists.

"Send my fighters home." Xiao Zheng said word by word.

"And then?" The reporter continued to ask.

She needed more answers from Xiao Zheng. Newsiness or not.

In fact, Xiao Zheng at this moment has countless topics in his own right. As long as he speaks, someone will be willing to listen. A lot of people are willing to listen.

"And then?" Xiao Zheng had a soft color in his eyes, and pursed his lips and said. "Go home."

After sending the fighters home. It's time for him to go home, too!

Go home?

All the media were a little confused. But this is the best answer.

Oh, yes. Xiao Zheng is going abroad to carry out the mission of nine deaths. Now that I have returned to China, the place I want to go to the most is not home?

This man who takes care of the soldiers meticulously, and the first place he wants to go after returning home is the man at home, will he really be such a cruel butcher?

Or maybe it wasn't what the photo was taken about?

Without investigation, there is no voice. This is the attitude of a person with a moral bottom line. Journalists, on the other hand, usually like to make things happen for no reason, turning small things into big things and big things into explosions. Of course, this is not to question the ethics of journalists, but rather the nature of their work that determines their style of work.

But tonight, they all had a tacit understanding of keeping silent.

Perhaps he was impressed by the charisma of the young warrior in front of him. Or maybe it's really a little distressing for this group of fighters.

They served their country and gave their lives for world peace. After returning to China, they were greeted not by applause and cheers, but by questioning and making things difficult.

Put yourself in their shoes, who can stand it?

No one can stand it!

But what about this group of cute warriors?

None of them responded sharply, they were silent, answering reporters' questions in the most concise words.

They are not proud of the success of their mission. Even, there is a deep sadness on his face.

This is the Chinese soldier.

A group of warriors who dedicate themselves silently and do not ask for anything in return, but should never be slandered or slandered!

Bang Bang Bang!

In the crowd, there was a sudden burst of applause.

At first, it was only sporadic, but the further back on, the applause was like thunder. Ring in the sky!

"Let's go!"

Wei Jiang shouted: "Forward! ”

The neatly organized procession strode forward and gradually disappeared from the sight of the media.

"Alas," lamented an old journalist. "Perhaps, we really blame them?"

"What do you mean maybe?" Another middle-aged reporter was not angry. "I didn't even want to come and interview them! What the is that! A few photos to erase their contributions? A few photos to lose trust in the Chinese military? ”

This man has a fiery temper, but he is not rough in his words. After a few words, the reporter next to him was also quite moved.

Someone whispered, "Actually, we're just doing news." Didn't you watch? There are actually a lot of people on the Internet who support them. It's just that the top management hasn't made a statement yet, and many people suspect that according to the previous style, this group of fighters will definitely not have a good result. ”

"Oh, what the is this!"

"Alright. Don't say anything. Anyway, I'm not going to continue to do news to discredit this group of fighters. Love to whoever who! ”

"Count me in!" Another reporter said. "Originally, the boss gave me a headline spot. Let me dedicate the interview to the content. Pull it down. I'm going to make up a fictional story! ”

"Then let's decide! It won't help much, but at least we can't discredit our own fighters anymore! ”

"Whoever smears it is not a Chinese man!"

"We women ......"

"Haha. If you discredit it, you will be cursed to grow fat for the rest of your life! ”

"Damn, you're so vicious!"

"Hahaha"