Yes, the living facilities are seriously damaged, and the war continues.

Bang!

A cannonball landed on the street not far from them, "Sir, I don't dare to go forward, can you walk over by yourself!" ”

Huang Feng nodded, and he gave the car money, which was the local currency he had just exchanged, and it had a large face value.

"Thank you and good luck!" The driver said.

Then quickly drove away.

Huang Feng looked ahead and hurriedly flashed on the side of the street.

He was wearing body armor and carrying a bag with a DSLR HD digital camera, as well as equipment such as a voice recorder.

It's all a must.

It's just that he had to approach the front line.

He saw a large number of ordinary people running, and an emotion came up in his heart.

That's a feeling of compassion.

He hurriedly took out his camera, adjusted it, and started shooting in front of the crowd.

He studied cameras when he was in college, so he had no problem shooting.

Bang!

Another cannon fire!

Huang Feng didn't feel scared, he just felt excited, a sense of professional excitement.

As if that was what he was supposed to do.

Around Huang Feng, there were many refugees, and they were fleeing one after another.

Some were holding children, and some were bleeding as if they had been hit by a bomb-damaged building.

These people were all dazed and helpless, and Huang Feng's camera was shooting at them.

At this moment, his whole heart is work.

He knew that in addition to fulfilling his newspaper tasks, he also had to provide photographs and manuscript papers to the part-time newspaper office.

Everything was brand new to him.

Originally, it was said that someone would take him, but because the reporter had something to do to go home, Huang Feng could only explore it by himself.

Fortunately, last night, he read a book on the cultivation of reporters all night.

In fact, many things, when he was in college, he basically learned almost everything, and now, when he arrived at the scene, he seemed to understand them all at once.

What is it to be a journalist.

It is to record what you see and go back and write down your feelings.

At the moment he seems to be a simple photojournalist, documenting events with his camera.

He kept running on the battlefield.

He saw a group of soldiers in the street ahead, it was General Tuman's soldiers, their uniforms were about the same, but General Tuman's soldiers had several red bands on their sleeves.

Immediately, Huang Feng saw General Calais's subordinates in the corner here.

They raised their sniper rifles, assault rifles, and prepared to attack the incoming enemy.

However, among them, suddenly there were many refugees.

Those refugees with children in their arms, dragging their families with their mouths.

"Run!" Huang Feng shouted.

He is in English.

The refugees seemed to sense the danger, and many saw it, and they hurried down the alley.

Huang Feng was wearing a reporter's yellow vest, and he saw that the army over there and the army on this side were about to open fire.

I don't know where the courage came from, he suddenly rushed out.

"Don't shoot, there are ordinary people!" He shouted loudly in English.

He stood in the middle of the refugees, constantly raising his hands and shouting.

The soldiers on both sides were stunned.

Their hands holding up their guns were hesitating.

"This is your brothers and sisters, don't shoot, shoot, please wait a while!" Huang Feng shouted.

People on both sides were hesitating.

The refugees ran as hard as they could.

When the last few refugees ran past Huang Feng's side, a child fell, and Huang Feng hurriedly pulled him up and ran over there.

At this moment, the gun went off.

Commanders on both sides gave orders.

Whoosh!

Bullets are flying!

Some of the soldiers fell like straws.

Huang Feng was in the corner, he took a few photos, and then he lay down.

A bullet flew.

It is estimated that it is a soldier who killed the red eye.

He knew that he was close to the front of the battle and could not move any more.

He hid back in the alley.

Of course he knew that he was the hardest.

The fighting in the distance continued, and it is estimated that some reporters were filming in those rear.

There should be a lot of photography today, and it should be okay to go back and write some reports.

The bullets of these two forces were as dense as fried beans, and they clicked.

It didn't take long for General Calais's troops to repel the enemy troops.

General Tuman's soldiers began to retreat.

The army of the general of Calais began to pursue.

Huang Feng took some pictures of the Calais army pursuing.

At this time, the soldiers saw that it was a reporter and stopped shooting.

After Huang Feng took some photos of their pursuit, he walked back.

He saw some reporters who were shocked to see him coming from the heart of the fighting.

"You're awesome!" A high-nosed British journalist gave him a thumbs up.

This is true of many journalists.

Huang Feng also saw several reporters with Chinese faces, presumably from domestic news agencies.

When they saw Huang Feng, they were very surprised.

"You're from China?" A journalist said.

Huang Feng nodded, this brother is from Tianjin.

"You're from a domestic newspaper?" The brother asked.

"It's not!" Huang Feng smiled.

The brother understood, and nodded.

Two other reporters from Hong Kong and Taiwan also nodded to Huang Feng.

"My name is Huang Dong, will we drink together later?" The Tianjin reporter said.

Huang Feng nodded.

"Hurry up and have a press conference, it's too late!" This reporter named Huang Dong said to Huang Feng.

"Where?" Huang Feng roughly knew that it should be in the presidential palace or the Ministry of National Defense or something.

"General Calais's mansion is the former presidential palace, which is also equivalent to the Ministry of Defense, they are now under military management, military and political integration, and the presidential palace is the highest authority!" Huang Dong said.

Huang Feng knew that the Ministry of National Defense building had become an ornament.

"I'm driving here, over there! Let's go, let's go! Huang Dong said.

Huang Feng didn't expect Huang Donghai to drive, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He got into Huang Dong's car, a Toyota made in the island.

"Don't say I'm not patriotic, our national truck only has pickup trucks here, and I can't drive pickup trucks, that's the favorite of those troops, machine guns and even rocket artillery, etc., it's a powerful mobile weapon!" Huang Dong said.

Huang Feng was laughing, and he saw a lot of these pictures on TV.

They walk on uneven streets, constantly jolting.

"This car is an old car, I bought it from the second-hand market!" Huang Dong said.

Huang Feng smiled, "It's not bad, you can go!" ”

Huang Dong smiled.

"You seem to have just been doing this for a short time, hey, so am I, otherwise I would end up in this place! I should have seen a French girl on the Champs-Elysées! Huang Dong said.

Huang Feng remembered the war song of the soldiers of the United States during World War II, "Paris is all over, prosperous and prosperous, how can you have the heart, go home and farm!" ”

"I guess you're not interested in going home and farming after seeing the beauty of Paris!" Huang Feng said with a smile.

"Haha, haha, I'm not a soldier of the United States, they like to pick up girls everywhere, I don't have that interest, I just want to eat a big meal at any time, Michelin restaurant." Huang Dong said.

It seems that this is a foodie.