PS: I read the last chapter, and the ban hasn't been lifted yet. I'll ask my editor later. Let's see what's going on. Alas, the letter. The box was full of warning letters to me, and I didn't even know if my book would be sealed.

Hu Songguo, 54 years old, is a veteran war correspondent.

This newspaper is directly under the army. Delegated? Jurisdiction, including the People's Liberation Army Pictorial, the Chinese Militia, the China National Defense News, the Global Military, military reporters, by the military? The Propaganda Department of the CPC Central Committee is directly under its jurisdiction, and the president of each newspaper below is in charge.

He didn't look good-looking, he was short, not because of genetics, he was still begging for food when he was growing up, and then he joined the revolutionary army.

His ancestors had been farmers for eight generations, and he was the only one left in the family who starved to death, and he never had the opportunity to read and write.

Fortunately, he became a soldier of the Chinese People's Liberation Army and had a place to learn.

In the army, Hu Songguo's most interesting thing was to listen to the instructor's lectures. In every class, he always pays attention and is always at the top of his grades.

And the happiest time of the day is to read the newspaper, learn about the outside world, and know what kind of changes are happening in the country.

He often wondered if one day he could write for a newspaper himself.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and Hu Songguo finally got his wish and was recommended to the newspaper by the instructors in the army.

At the time of the Goryeo War, he was still very young and had just entered the army.

However, this did not prevent Hu Songguo from understanding the war against the enemy outside the country.

After the armistice agreement was signed at Panmunjom, many of the volunteers remained in the land stained red with the blood of their comrades.

And Hu Songguo received the task in the newspaper. It was to go to Goryeo in person and interview the fighters. Interviews with fellow villagers and even with the Kim family, the de facto rulers of Goryeo.

Wei Wei wrote a novel. The name is who is the loveliest person, and he is deeply touched.

Of course, the research direction of a journalist is different from that of a writer, and he needs to go around to understand the actual situation in a down-to-earth manner, and the news will not let you use too much pen and ink to process.

The notes I interviewed that year were all full of five books, and most of them were only in his mind.

After all, before the reform and opening up, the state was very strict in managing propaganda.

Stories that do not conform to the above regulations will never appear in the newspapers.

Fortunately, Hu Songguo was not discouraged. On the contrary, he is full of enthusiasm for the job of war correspondent.

It can be said that all the military sequences in the country have been interviewed by him, from the commander of the military region to the small of an ordinary recruit, who is willing to share their stories with him.

It extends to Ryukyu in the east, Alashan Pass in the west, the tip of the Sanjiang Plain in the north, and Johor Province across the sea from the Lion City in the south. have left his footprints.

In a blink of an eye, there are six years to retire, and the position has risen from an ordinary reporter to the current deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

But he liked the most. Or go all over the country to do my beloved interview work.

It's a pity, due to the fact that his foundation is relatively weak. I didn't have the opportunity to learn a foreign language, and I never went to report on the international military situation. But there are not many regrets.

Originally, he was going to the Taishan Military Region for an interview. I found that the camp was busy, and it looked like it was about to be moved.

After so many years of interviewing work, Hu Songguo's interpersonal relationships are not covered, and there are his friends and acquaintances everywhere, and naturally there are many in the Taishan Military Region.

Because the army was very busy, he tried his best to find a deputy political commissar of the division headquarters, and when he went to interview, this kid was just an instructor of a company headquarters.

The most hopeful thing for a soldier is to fight, so that his position can be promoted quickly.

If your merits are big enough that they may even reach the heavens, then congratulations, from now on, step by step, even to the extreme that a soldier can achieve.

The deputy political commissar of this division, named Yu Kexin, was originally a son of a peasant family, his previous name was Yu Erniu, and even the new name was given to him by Hu Songguo, so the relationship between the two is naturally good.

"Xiaozi, where are you going?" As soon as they met, he didn't come so much, and asked directly: "I saw that the soldiers were tidying up their bags." ”

"Actually, I don't know." Yu Kexin smiled bitterly: "The above notice, it is estimated that only a few big heads can understand where we are going?" ”

After many years of journalist career, Hu Songguo immediately became alert to the fact that there must be big news here.

There has been no war recently, and secretly, I heard that Java and Luzon are all owned by our country, but I only heard about it.

It seems that a reporter from the Southern Newspaper has the audacity to go to where to interview, and the specific result is not very clear.

No way, as a journalist, whether it is another reporter or himself, he has to follow the above form.

Quite simply, the person above should have sealed his manuscript and ordered him not to talk nonsense.

Don't look at the news reporters of later generations who dare to report anything, the current national situation is different.

Besides, in order to maintain their rule, the group of rulers must have increased their propaganda efforts to promote their positive image.

The two countries are silently put into their pockets, even if they know it in their hearts, but they can't say it, maybe the international community is clear about it, and they didn't come to lift the lid anyway.

Originally, Hu Songguo also wanted to learn from that reporter, and went to those two countries to interview, but every time he reported it, he was refuted by the above.

If you already know, don't let other reporters take the lead and find out on the ground yourself.

The military is not something that journalists from other professions can enter, and he is sincerely happy, because if he misses the eastern corner of Sangyu, he may be able to dig up a big piece of news today.

Journalists are a group of journalists, you can say professional sensitivity, or you can say that it is a kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder, when encountering the latest situation, no matter whether you can report it or not, you will always try your best to find the most authentic material.

"No, brother, we've known each other for more than ten years and nearly twenty years." Hu Songguo made his own request: "Give me a set of military uniforms." Let me follow you. ”

"Okay! Didn't you bring your own costume with you? Yu Kexin looked at his casual clothes and didn't think of anything else. Immediately ordered someone to find a new military uniform that fitted it.

As a professional newspaper, Hu Songguo is also a soldier. Naturally, there is its own outfit.

But that's too conspicuous, wearing a colonel's uniform is not conducive to reaching the grassroots soldiers.

With them, those recruits and low-ranking officers are all under pressure, so it is better to wear civilian clothes and dig up first-hand materials everywhere.

According to Hu Songguo's conjecture. The troops will definitely go to that legendary land when they assemble this time.

Thinking of this, he trembled all over, and hurried to find an interview with the soldiers below.

"Hello comrade," he turned around and ran to a dormitory, where the soldiers were all dressed and ready to go: "I am a reporter from the People's Liberation Army Daily, and this is my press card." ”

"Hello. Comrade journalists. "How nice would it be that the soldiers who were interviewed were flattered and wanted to see their names in the newspapers, and maybe their families would be able to see them?

"My name is Zhang Facai. It is a rural baby in Jin Province. When he spoke, he obviously had a hometown accent: "There is a father and a mother at home." ”

"There are three older brothers above, and two younger sisters below. The eldest brother found a daughter-in-law. The second brother and the third brother are waiting for me to send the money back, so that they can talk about family affairs. The bride price money is also available. ”

"My eldest sister is called Daya, and my little sister is called Erya. The big girl's grades are not good. After the first grade of primary school, I herded sheep at home, and Erya's grades were good. ”

"Comrade reporter, you see, this is a family photo taken for us by the comrades who worked in the county's photo studio when I joined the army."

"This is my father, this is my mother, this is my eldest brother and sister-in-law and eldest nephew, this is the second brother and third brother, this is the eldest sister and the second sister. I heard that the family portrait can't all come, so the neighbor's little girl also joined in the fun. ”

"Don't say it, that girl likes me, and I'm ready to go home and marry her as a daughter-in-law after I get professional."

This? It's not the rhythm. Rao has interviewed countless people, and he was dizzy by Zhang Facai's phone call.

"Comrade Xiao Zhang, thank you for your cooperation." Hu Songguo couldn't cry or laugh: "I want to ask, what do you think about the build-up of troops?" ”

"What do you mean by assembly?" Zhang Facai didn't even go to elementary school, scratching his scalp and asking embarrassedly.

"The assembly is, uh," Hu Songguo quickly explained: "Everyone pack their luggage and get ready to go." ”

"Ah, what does that mean." Zhang Facai began to talk again: "We all want to fight." When the devils hit us, my grandparents hid in the ravine. ”

"Let's not be cowardly, go back and cut off the heads of a few devils, you must take a few pictures of me when the time comes, and I will go back to the graves of my grandparents to show them."

"Maybe when they are happy, they will bless me with a long life and let me continue to make meritorious contributions on the battlefield. In that case, I'll ride home on a tall horse and marry Tie Xiaoya. ”

"You don't know who she is, it's the one in the photo, when we were children, we used to play together, she was only willing to be my daughter-in-law, and she couldn't look down on anyone else."

"Okay, okay." Hu Songguo really didn't know what to say.

He thought he had enough to say, but when he got home, he didn't have much to say, he just wanted to sleep well.

However, he never imagined that an ordinary recruit could be better than himself. Running out of the barracks as if fleeing, he had some phobia of recruits, and stopped wandering around, concentrating on following the troops.

Unexpectedly, the direction of the march of the troops was not to the south, but to the north.

Could it be that the Taishan Military Region and the Capital Military Region have changed their guards? Haven't you heard anything about what's going on in the capital lately?

With a belly full of suspicion, he sometimes listened to the conversations of the soldiers on the military column, and sometimes looked out the window.

For more than two days, Hu Songguo also followed the large army to Erenhot.

Finally, he figured out that Commander Zhang and the district political commissar, who had not been heard from all along, were here.

Overjoyed, Hu Songguo broke into the door of the temporary headquarters.

"Who's reporting the news?" Wushan's face was cold, looking at these people in the Taishan Military Region. (To be continued......)