Feicheng, Communications Office.

Sai Hongfu turned the microphone to Shan Wazi and said, "Shan Wazi, say a few words." ”

Shan Wazi puffed for a long time, but he still couldn't say a word, too nervous, if he was asked to face the devil on the battlefield, he would not frown, but in the face of this small microphone that could be smashed with a fist, Shan Wazi felt so nervous that he was about to suffocate, and he even wanted to turn around and run away.

Sai Hongfu said: "Mountain baby, don't be nervous, you just think of it as a casual chat with the brothers, whatever comes to mind, don't have any scruples, come, come, let the compatriots in the rear listen to your heart, perhaps, someone will record your voice with a gramophone, maybe your parents will also have a chance to hear it." ”

"Really." Shan Wazi's eyes immediately brightened, "My mother can also hear my voice?" ”

"Yes." Sai Hongfu looked at the mountain baby with encouraging eyes, and said, "So, what do you want to say to your mother?" ”

What Sai Hongfu didn't expect was that as soon as she finished speaking, Shan Wazi immediately put her mouth over and cried.

"Mother, I miss you, mother, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I want to go home, I want to eat the oil noodles you made, the old fragrance, a while ago I laid down the fat city, the head of the regiment also invited us to eat oil noodles, and the chef of Wushuanglou was invited, but the chef did not make you as authentic, ......"

Seeing the mountain baby crying there and wiping away tears, He Guangming's face was a little unbearable.

This mother's howl, like an unweaned baby, didn't she fall into the majesty of their independent regiment?

He Guangming turned around and said to Xu Rui: "Regiment leader, Shan Wazi is a new recruit after the Battle of Nanjing, or a recruit, I haven't seen the world, otherwise I will change someone?" ”

"No, you don't." Xu Rui flatly refused.

Xu Rui felt that the mountain baby behaved very well.

What's wrong with crying a few times? What's wrong with shouting a few times? What's wrong with wanting to go home?

This is the expression of true feelings, the most real human nature, not only not shameful, but more touching!

Soldiers are not born to be soldiers, it is their mother who has grown them up from babbling little babies to little milk, little by little to grow into iron-beaten men, the tears shed by the mountain baby at this moment, and the dependence on his mother revealed at this moment, can set off his bravery, and can inspire the common hatred of his compatriots.

Shan Wazi howled into the microphone for a long time before finally turning to sobbing.

Sai Hongfu held the right hand of the mountain baby tightly, and kept whispering comfort.

After sobbing for a while, Shan Wazi finally calmed down and asked Sai Hongfu, "Can you really say anything?" ”

Sai Hongfu smiled and nodded, and said to the mountain baby: "Yes, whatever you want to say, you can." ”

The mountain baby finally mustered up the courage and whispered into the microphone: "Mother, I'm really afraid, I'm afraid that the next time I go to the battlefield, I won't be able to come back, I won't see you again, I won't be able to eat the oily noodles you made again, mother, you don't know, the little devil is fierce, just one afternoon, we even have more than 150 people left, more than a dozen of us are left, and the others are all dead, woo woo, mother I am afraid, I am really afraid, I want to go home......"

Hearing this, He Guangming couldn't hold back any longer, and stepped forward to drag the mountain baby away.

But before He Guangming stepped forward to make a move, he was dragged away by Xu Rui first, and Xu Rui said, "Don't stop him, let him speak." ”

"Captain!" He Guangming was so anxious that his face turned green, and said, "You listen to what he says, I'm afraid of being afraid, I'm afraid of a ball, people are dead, they won't die for thousands of years, and they can't let him discredit our independent group." ”

"What black? Where did he discredit our independent group? Xu Rui said, "Shan Wazi said it very well, let him say it." ”

"What do you say?" He Guangming looked at Xu Rui dumbfounded, his brain was a little messy, wasn't it, the mountain baby wiped his tears there like a little daughter-in-law, saying that he was afraid of death and wanted to be a deserter, and the regiment commander actually said that he was good? The donkey said, where is this? Did the regiment commander let the donkey kick in his brain?

Of course, Xu Rui's brain didn't let the donkey kick, in fact, on the contrary, Xu Rui is very sober at the moment, Xu Rui has even foreseen that the front page headlines of major newspapers tomorrow will be dominated by Shan Wazi's true confession, the more Shan Wazi shows nostalgia for the world at the moment, the more he can reflect his bravery when he stepped on the battlefield!

(Dividing Line)

The battlefield phonograph of Dameishan Radio Station is not broadcast live, but recorded.

It was still late afternoon when Shan Wazi recorded at the Feicheng Communications Office, but when this broadcast was broadcast, it was already more than ten o'clock that night.

When Liang Yixiao, Zheng Wen and more than a dozen other girls rushed to the playground, they happened to hear the low cry of the mountain baby on the radio.

Soldiers usually give people a tough impression, as if they can use their backbones to push back when the sky falls, as if they can wipe it out alive when the ground falls, however, now, they clearly hear a soldier sobbing on the radio, like a helpless child, shouting for his mother on the radio, while crying.

Suddenly, the motherhood of all the girls on the scene was stimulated, including Zheng Wen and Liang Yixiao, all the girls' eyes became red at once, and they all wanted to cry, if time and space could be closer, if the lowly crying warrior on the radio was in front of them, they would definitely take him into their arms without hesitation.

Especially when Shan Wazi helplessly shouted on the radio that he wanted to go home, hundreds of girls at the scene finally couldn't help it anymore, and they all covered their mouths and sobbed in a low voice.

At this time, a deep female voice sounded on the radio.

"Dear listeners and friends, the vast number of patriotic compatriots, the battlefield phonograph is a recorded program, I am very sorry, and at the same time very sad to tell you that I just shouted my mother on the radio, shouting that I wanted to go home, five minutes ago, in a night counterattack, died heroically at the age of 17!"

"Here, I need to make a special note that Shan Wazi is a wounded, he didn't actually have to participate in tonight's counter-assault, but before the battle, he found his company commander and insisted on participating in the battle.

"Thank you listeners and friends, thank you compatriots, today's broadcast of Dameishan Radio Station is over, we will meet at the same time tomorrow."

(Dividing Line)

Sun Changhe knocked on the door and walked into Gu Shutong's office, he found that Gu Shutong's eyes were actually red.

As if realizing his gaffe, Gu Shutong pretended to rub his eyes and said, "It seems that a bug flew into my eyes just now, and this summer is coming, and there are more bugs." ”

Sun Changhe wanted to laugh, but found that he really couldn't laugh.

Because until now, Sun Changhe's mood has always been immersed in the shock brought to him by the broadcast just now.

Sun Changhe never thought that a very ordinary soldier and a very ordinary recording could bring him such a big shock! Especially when he heard the announcer on the radio say that Shan Wazi had died in the counterattack, Sun Changhe found that he had a strong urge to cry.

At that moment, Sun Changhe really wanted to find a place to cry.

It's not for the mountain baby, a soldier like the mountain baby, I don't know how many battles die every day, he can't cry at all, it's not for himself, he hasn't died in battle, what's there to cry about? Sun Changhe cried for their mission as soldiers!

Mountains and rivers are shattered, the country is ruined, no matter how frightened they are in their hearts, no matter how nostalgic they are for this world, they still have to go to the battlefield ruthlessly, because they ...... No other way!

"Commander, I want to go to the front-line troops!" Sun Changhe stood upright and saluted.

"You want to go to the frontline?" Gu Shutong glanced at Sun Changhe deeply, nodded and said, "Okay, I agree, then you can go to the Wanzhong Advance Brigade and take my guards with you!" ”

"Yes!" Sun Changhe saluted again and turned around.

(Dividing Line)

As Xu Rui expected, the next day, major newspapers in Shanghai, Wuhan, Guangzhou, Chongqing and other major cities reported on the deeds of Shan Wazi on the front page.

The commentator who declared it gave the article an extremely sensational title -- the tears of the soldiers.

In the guide below the main title, the commentator who declared it wrote: Last night's broadcast on the Dameishan Radio Station made everyone see the fear of the fighters, the weakness of the fighters, the attachment of the fighters to their mothers, and let us see the tears of the fighters...... It turns out that in the minds of the Chinese people, the soldiers who are like steel and iron are actually real people, they will be just as afraid, the same will cry and cry, and the same will be reluctant to cling to their mothers.

However, no matter how frightened they were, no matter how reluctant they were, our soldiers still resolutely stepped on the battlefield, but they still resolutely took up arms and fought to the death against the Japanese invaders.

So, what kind of force is supporting them? So that their hearts are obviously full of fear, but they resolutely set foot on the battlefield? What kind of force is supporting them? So that they are obviously full of nostalgia for the world, but they still resolutely chose the horse leather shroud?

The martyr mountain baby said, my mother is looking at me!

Yes, my mother is looking at me, and my mother is looking at us!

As a mother's son, as a good son and daughter of China, how can we watch our mother being bullied? How can we watch our motherland being ravaged by the Japanese invaders? Compatriots, rise up, fight, and use your iron fist to tell the Japanese invaders that although a mountain baby falls, thousands of mountain children will come forward.

China, never conquered!