At four o'clock in the morning of the next day, the members of the propaganda team had already gotten up and started preparations for the broadcast, but today's broadcast was different from the daily broadcast of the Dameishan Radio Station, because the daily broadcast of the Dameishan Radio Station was aimed at the ordinary people in Central China, while today's battlefield broadcast was aimed at the Japanese army. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Liang Yixiao walked into the makeshift studio and said to a female soldier who was debugging the equipment: "Yuko, is there any problem?" ”

"Hello." The female soldier quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Liang Yixiao first, and said, "Director, I'm ready, I can turn on the broadcast at any time." ”

Liang Yixiao raised his wrist to look at the time, and said, "It's still early, wait another hour." ”

"Hello." The female soldier named Yuko bowed again, and then sat back in front of the broadcast equipment.

Coming out of the studio, Liang Yixiao called a female soldier who was writing a manuscript outside to the front and asked, "Tingting, I came up with a brilliant idea last night, you can remember it." ”

The female soldier named Tingting immediately stopped her pen, looked up and asked, "Sister Xiaoxiao, say it." ”

Liang Yi said with a smile: "We also want to add a dumping column to the broadcast, yes, it is dumping." ”

"Confession?" Tingting snarled down her name, and then asked, "What is the specific confession method?" ”

Liang Yi said: "It's to find some veterans and let them say their deep psychological words into the microphone." ”

Tingting said: "Sister Xiaoxiao, this is already there, the veteran has something to say, isn't it such a confession column?" ”

"Tingting, are you confused again, this is a war broadcast, not the daily broadcast of our Dameishan Radio Station." Liang Yi glanced at Tingting with a smile, and then continued, "This battlefield broadcast is aimed at the devil on the opposite side, let our veterans say a few words to the little devil on the other side." ”

"What's so good about that?" Tingting covered her mouth and smiled, "You must have come up and scolded your mother." ”

"You can't scold your mother." Liang Yixiao shook his head and said, "This must be done well, let our veterans say a few heartfelt words to the devil on the other side with their hearts and lungs, and they must use civilized language, and find those with a higher level of education and strong expression skills, but they can't find your family called donkeys." ”

Tingting stuck out her little tongue and sighed.

When Liang Yixiao turned around and left, Tingting dared to make a grimace at Liang Yixiao's back, and then whispered, what's wrong with our family called donkey? Although our donkey is not handsome enough, and he doesn't seem to go to school much, he knows how to be considerate, and every time I am unhappy, he will find out his heart to coax me to be happy, okay.

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At half past five in the morning, Ono Sixteen and Akita Otoichi climbed out of the tent in the cold wind.

It's not that the two want to get up so early, but because they have to cooperate with the military reporters to pose for photos.

Wing Commander of the 108th Infantry Wing, Jiro Miyata, had already reported the heroic deeds of Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi to the division headquarters, which in turn reported to the Central China Command of the Command Army.

But this time, it's no longer a negative example, but a positive one.

So, after obtaining the consent of Nishio Shouzo, the commander of the Central China Army, Kawabe Shozo issued an order to raise the ranks of Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi by four ranks, and directly promoted them from senior to second lieutenant.

Therefore, in the past few days, reporters from all walks of life have been coming to find the two of them, interviewing them first, and then taking pictures, and some reporters with relatively high requirements will make demands, asking Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi to pose for a pose, and it is the Asahi Shimbun reporter who will interview them today, who has a huge background and makes the most requests.

A reporter from the Asahi Shimbun requested that a group of battlefield photos be taken for Ono 16 and Akita Otoi against the backdrop of the cluster shelling of the artillery wing of the Osaka Division, so as to show the earth-shaking aesthetics of violence.

Today, the Osaka Division will officially begin its attack on Pucheng, and the first round of shelling of the 104th Field Artillery Wing will be set at 6 o'clock in the morning, and the shelling time will be 40 minutes.

Therefore, Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi had to get up at half past five in the morning.

The barracks of the 108th Infantry Wing are next to a river, and Akita Oiichi uses a steel helmet to hold the river water for Ono Sixteen and the two of them to wash, Ono Sixteen has the habit of listening to the radio, and he carries a radio with him, while he is washing, Ono Sixteen turns on the radio easily, and then habitually begins to tune the station.

Ono Sixteen usually only listens to a few radio stations in Asahi, Empire, and Greater East Asia, but when the tuner skimmed through an unfamiliar frequency band, a pleasant female voice suddenly came from the radio, and it turned out to be Japanese! Ono Sixteen came to his senses, and then turned the fine adjustment knob, and the sound on the radio immediately became clear.

"Good morning, warriors of the 104th Division."

"Today is the day of the premiere of the Puxian War Radio."

"First of all, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Yuko Mizuhara."

"Like you, I'm Japanese, from Chiyoda, Tokyo."

Hearing this, Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi couldn't help but have a delusion, and they also said that it was the radio station of the Osaka Division.

Ono Sixteen couldn't help but turn back to Akita Otoichi and said, "When did the commander of our division become so sensible?" Actually thought of getting a war radio station to relieve our loneliness and boredom? ”

Akita Otoichi frowned and said, "But how do I feel that it doesn't look like our radio station?" ”

"Then you'll know if you don't listen." Ono Sixteen didn't care, brushing his teeth with a steel helmet while continuing to listen.

The melodious female voice on the radio continued to say: "Warriors of the Osaka Division, I think it is necessary for me to tell you that although I am a Japanese, my position is on the side of the Chinese, and I believe that the so-called Great East Asian Holy War is simply a war of aggression, an unjust war. ”

Ono Sixteen's hand that was brushing his teeth immediately stopped there, his face full of astonishment.

"It's the enemy!" Akita Oiichi said, "Ono-san, it's the radio station of the Dameishan Independent Regiment, hurry up and turn it off!" ”

"Why?" Ono Sixteen's movements only paused slightly, and then immediately resumed his normal life, and then continued to brush his teeth as he said, "What does it matter if it's just listening?" ”

"Well, what's the point of listening?" Suddenly, another voice came.

Ono Sixteen and Akita Otochi looked back in amazement, but saw that more than a dozen soldiers had gathered behind them, and these dozen soldiers were all listening, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with listening to the enemy platform, and the thinking of these Osaka small traders was really very different from the little devils in remote places like Kyushu and Shikoku.

The female voice on the radio sounded again: "Although our positions are different, but we are from the same country, we also speak the same words, and sing the same songs, so for the time being, let's put aside those troubles, let's listen to a beautiful cherry blossom song, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, ...... under the sunny sky in March."

The familiar and beautiful Shi Lu flowed out of the radio, and Ono Sixteen, Akita Otoichi and a dozen devils sang along one after another, and then, more devils were attracted by the singing, and they also joined in, and in less than a moment, no less than 100 people had gathered around, and more devils were rushing over after hearing the news.

In the boring barracks, it is a great luxury to enjoy radio and music.

Although many officers also found out, they didn't bother to ask, one is now Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi are also second lieutenant officers, they have no power to manage, and they are not opposed to letting officers and soldiers listen to music before the war, first relax as much as possible, so that they can be more energetic after going to the battlefield.

In a sense, listening to music is similar to looking for comfort women.

The cherry blossom song was soon played, and the surrounding devil soldiers were still unsatisfied, and Ono Sixteen and Akita Otoichi were even more unsatisfied, but there was no time, the 104th Wing of the Field Artillery was about to start today's first round of shelling, and a text reporter from the Asahi Shimbun and a photojournalist had already come.

At that moment, Ono 16 put away the radio and followed the reporter to the position of the 104th Wing of Field Artillery.

The time card of the two war correspondents was very accurate, and almost as soon as the four of them arrived, the 104th Wing of the Field Artillery immediately began shelling, and the shooting of Zhuyuan had been calibrated yesterday afternoon, and it was measured by high-altitude observation of hot air balloons, so there was no need for test shooting, and it was a large-scale artillery bombardment.

At this time, before dawn, when the cannons were firing, the flames ejected from the muzzles of the cannons were extremely eye-catching.

Looking at the cannon flames that bloomed in the night sky, the Asahi Shimbun photojournalist quickly became excited, snapping a few panoramic photos before posing for Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi.

The photojournalist posed for Ono 16 and Okita Otoichi and said: "Ono-san, Akita-san, I tell you, this photo must be taken well, because our Asahi Shimbun is a big newspaper for the whole of Japan, and when the time comes, everyone in the entire empire will see your photo, if you don't try to take heroic pictures, it will be a trivial matter for you to lose face, and it will be bad if you damage the image of the Imperial Japanese Army, if that is the case, I will lose my job because of it." ”

Ono 16 and Akita Otoichi were like puppets, posing one by one according to the photographer's request, but they didn't know that 500 meters away, the muzzle of a black hole was already aimed at them. (To be continued.) )