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The sentence that soldiers dislike, or feel most ashamed of, is "Are you cowardly?" ”

For soldiers, the head can be broken and the blood can be shed, but they just can't be said to be cowardly!

So when Chen Beiming heard Ma Youwei's sentence, "Are you cowardly?" If you instigate you, tell me right now that I will call Huang Zhendong back now", and immediately replied:

"Okay, Mr. Ma, you don't need to say it anymore, I will use my work to speak! I will let everyone know that my Chen Beiming's "Bright Sword" is the best work in the world! I will use facts to prove that replacing Huang Zhendong's work with my "Bright Sword" is the most correct choice for October magazine! ”

Chen Beiming's words are domineering and strong.

He was a soldier in his last life, he was a soldier in this life, and he will be a soldier in the future, although it is only a literary soldier, but a literary and artistic soldier is also a soldier, since he is a soldier, he must have the appearance of a soldier.

What is the appearance of a soldier, that is, there are difficulties to go up, and there are no difficulties - to create difficulties must also go up!

So, he figured it out, he was going to have a good fight with other writers!

Who's afraid of whom?

On the other end of the phone, Ma Youwei breathed a long sigh of relief, and a smile bloomed on his face again.

Chen Beiming and "Bright Sword" are the biggest gambles in his life, and they cannot be lost.

"Xiaoshan, good job, did not disgrace our soldiers." Ma Youwei is in a good mood and does not skimp on his fart.

After a pause, Ma Youwei said solemnly: "Xiaoshan, since I talked about this matter today, then I will just tell you clearly, I think so, we not only want to push out "Bright Sword", but also strive to let "Bright Sword" win the award!" So, I'm going to let you rush for the grand prize! ”

Grand prize?

Chen Beiming's heart thumped.

The grand prize is a million prizes!

And the most important thing is that the writers who win the special prize will be able to become special writers of "October" in the future, and their future works can be directly serialized in "October", and the remuneration is also the highest standard.

However, it is not easy to win the grand prize, as far as Chen Beiming knows, there are 50 selected works in the essay competition of "October".

That means he has forty-nine competitors.

Among these forty-nine people, more than half are writers who have been famous for a long time in the Xia Kingdom, and many of them are members of the National Writers Association.

"What, Xiaoshan, scared you?" Ma Youwei saw that Chen Beiming had not moved for half a day, and laughed and joked.

Chen Beiming smiled: "That's not true, I'm just a little surprised that Teacher Ma has so much confidence in me!" ”

"Not only do I have confidence in your work, but I also have confidence in you." Ma Youwei chuckled.

But soon he restrained his smile: "But to tell you the truth, Xiaoshan, this battle is not easy to fight, and the chances of winning are not great, I have estimated that you have a ten% hope at most."

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that Li Mingyu, who has the highest voice now, is really not easy to win against him.

Li Mingyu is already an old friend of our "October", we know the roots, whether it is his literary skills or writing skills, he is not weaker than you, not to mention, the popularity he has accumulated over the years is not comparable to you, to tell the truth, the gap between you and him now is a heaven and an underground. ”

Speaking of this, Ma Youwei paused, and then suddenly said in an accentuated tone: "But what is this?" Xiaoshan, I still want to take you to have a good fight with him, he is very strong, but we are not weak, he is experienced and popular, but our newborn calves are full of momentum, so I will use all the methods I can think of to help you, Xiaoshan, do you have confidence? ”

"Yes!" Chen Beiming replied domineeringly.

Since you want to do it, you naturally have to do a big one, although it is important to win or not, it is not the most important thing, dare to do it, this is the most important thing!

When Ma Youwei heard this, he was overjoyed: "Okay, Xiaoshan, good, you really didn't disappoint me." In this way, everything else is up to me, you just need to write the work well, and in addition, if you have the opportunity, try to find a way to increase your popularity. ”

In the end, Ma Youwei threw a bombshell again: "Xiaoshan, if you can win the grand prize this time, then our "October" magazine will apply for membership of the National Writers Association for you, note, not a member of the Capital Writers Association, but a member of the National Writers Association, as long as you become a member, you will be a writer with status and status, wherever you go, someone will ask you to sign it, and the works you write will be chased by countless film and television directors to buy copyrights!" ”

Chen Beiming's heart was excited again.

If there is the endorsement of the National Writers' Association, it will be much easier to complete other tasks of the system in the future, right?

So, he solemnly said to Ma Youwei: "Teacher Ma, don't worry, I will definitely do my best." ”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Beiming went to the bathroom to wash his face, calmed his mind well, and thought about future plans and plans.

Ten minutes later, he came to the computer desk, turned it on, and began to write.

He's a writer, and his way of fighting is to write his work well.

The first two chapters of "Bright Sword" have been written, and today we will start the creation of the third chapter.

Chen Beiming closed his eyes, recalled the content of the third chapter, then opened them, exhaled lightly, pulled out the keyboard and crackled.

"In winter, the fields and mountains are particularly empty.

The northwest wind penetrated into the mountains northwest of Jin, whistling sharply among the peaks and ravines, as if freezing the bare rocks.

People who are outdoors are like they have a cigarette pouch in their mouths, and they are snorting white smoke.

Li Yunlong ordered the scattered companies to conduct assassination training.

There's no way around it.

The troops lacked cotton clothes to protect them from the cold, and if they were inactive, they would freeze to death.

Some companies had only one or two cotton clothes, which only sentries could wear when they were on duty.

Li Yunlong believed that instead of letting the troops freeze and jump, it was better to practice assassination, which not only trained a sweat but also improved their combat quality......

Typing with a keyboard is faster than writing with a pen.

Although the input method of this era is still relatively backward, pinyin and Wubi are not very intelligent, but the input speed is still much faster than writing with a pen, and there is no problem at all in writing two or three thousand words an hour.

So, after sitting in front of the computer for three hours, a 10,000-word manuscript was written.

He had written 20,000 before, plus 10,000 today, which happened to meet the standard and could be delivered to Ma Youwei.

However, for the sake of safety, Chen Beiming sat down in front of the computer again after resting for two hours, and after three hours of busyness, he typed out another 10,000 words.

The plot of "Bright Sword" finally wrote the part where Li Xiuqin secretly sent Qiu Bo to Li Yunlong.

Zhao Gang looked at Xiuqin's back and said: Lao Li, this girl has been a little wrong lately, why do you always run to you? I guess I have a crush on you, right?

! Li Yunlong looked at the map carefully, and didn't take it to heart at all.

At night, it snowed heavily, the northwest wind howled, and the sky and the earth became chaotic.

Li Yunlong took the monk back from the village entrance to check the whistle, and saw a person standing at the gate of the courtyard, and the snow on his body had fallen a thick layer.

The monk didn't see who it was, so he instinctively pulled out a shell gun to block Li Yunlong behind him, and shouted: Who?

It's me. Xiuqin walked over.

When he saw them wearing the fur coats of the Japanese Kwantung Army, he smiled and said: I thought it was a devil who had entered the village.

Li Yunlong asked: Is there something wrong?

If there is something, I will report to the head of the regiment. Li Xiuqin said with a smile.

Li Yunlong waved his hand with a big grin and said: Go to the political commissar, I don't have to take care of the affairs of the Women's Rescue Association.

Xiuqin didn't squeak, walked into the house with Li Yunlong, and sat on the edge of the kang with her buttocks......"