As the army drew closer, the sea of people boiled, some cheered, some applauded, some wept with joy, some screamed selflessly, and some jumped like children with their arms raised......

If it is accompanied by flowers, bunting and balloons, this scene will be more jubilant than the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics in '08. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info this made Tang Fei, a war correspondent who came here with the 161st Division Transport Regiment, puzzled.

In order to get first-hand information, grab the headlines, and make the most exciting reports, Tang Fei did not choose to stay in the rear and wait, but plucked up the courage to apply for the first batch of soldiers to come to this war zone where no one knew what dangers might be.

Tang Fei knew that he was very lucky, not only did he not encounter any danger along the way, but he was also the first to encounter the scene of the chorus of the national anthem of 100,000 people, the kind of shock that made the bladder tremble and made people feel the urge to urinate, which will never be forgotten.

But what happened next was beyond his comprehension. Unlike the expected scene, in the face of the People's Protection Army who came to rescue and escort them, these survivors were indifferent, neither tearfully crying and thanking them, nor rushing to board the car to evacuate, they just stood in place, quietly watching into the distance, as if waiting for someone to return.

After standing for more than ten minutes, the person who was waiting for two or three hundred thousand surviving people appeared, it was an army with strange members, Tang Fei, who had been running around in the war zone all year round, saw their strength at first glance. This strength is not an appearance, but a kind of majestic momentum that has been honed in countless bloody battles of life and death and belongs only to the ace troops.

Don't look at the fact that they are not uniform now, they do not carry any heavy weapons, and they have just experienced a nightmare battle. Tang Fei is very sure that if the rebels and dictator armies in the Middle East collide with the oncoming army now, it will be like an egg in front of a rock, which will collapse with one blow, and it will be ridiculously weak.

But where did such a powerful force come from? Those survivors of Yuanjiang did not react at all in the face of the People's Protection Army that came to save them, and when this army came at this time, would they be jubilant like this? The keen intuition endowed by Tang Fei's professionalism made him realize that there was big news here.

"Who's over there? Were we waiting for them before? Tang Fei approached a young man of his age, spoke in a kind tone, and chose his words very carefully, not saying "you", but "we".

But the young man didn't hear it, ignored Tang Fei, and just howled to himself.

"President Yang! I see President Young! ”

"President Yang is back!"

"The troops of the Far Rescue Society and the 258th Division are back!"

"Son, my son! Is my son back? ”

"President Yang?" Tang Fei took out his notebook and quickly recorded the name, "Who is this President Yang?" To be so loved by the surviving compatriots of Yuanjiang must be a heroic figure who saved Yuanjiang. ”

"President Yang!"

"President Yang!"

In the midst of a frenzied shout, people raised their heads one after another, looking up at the sky, Tang Fei followed and looked up, and found that the sky was filled with a black fog at some point.

"Fellow citizens, we're back."

A young voice came from the black mist, and then a figure came out of the black mist, stood in mid-air, and waved to the sea of people below.

Miraculously, the cumulonimbus clouds piled up in the sky dispersed, and the bright sun broke through the clouds to shine down, as if the city in the midst of war had finally come through a long night and ushered in a new morning.

Staring at the dazzling sunlight, Tang Fei saw the man's face with a telescope, unbelievably young, but the silver-white hair on his temples and the heavy vicissitudes between his eyebrows made Tang Fei lose his mind, and he even forgot to be shocked by the fact that "people can stand in the air".

"Compatriots, the war is over, we are victorious!"

The man standing in the air said again, and the ground that made people boil suddenly fell silent, but the silence was only for a moment, and then the sound of the sky turned over, and the mountain shouted long live.

"We've won!"

"Yuanjiang has won!"

People cried, laughed, screamed, and jumped, celebrating this great victory in their own ways. In the sea of people, Tang Fei couldn't count how many times he was pulled up his arms, and he couldn't remember how many men or women he was embraced. Around him, waves of cheers rose higher and higher, and the reveling crowd rushed to the army that was sworn to defend them, lifting them high and throwing them into the sky, then catching them, and throwing them into the sky again.

Looking at this scene that had nothing to do with him, Tang Fei somehow could empathize with these crazy people, and when the warm sunlight shone on Tang Fei's dizzy forehead, Tang Fei felt that something that had disappeared for a long time in his heart came back.

Tears flowed down his face, Tang Fei didn't reach out to wipe it, he raised his arms high, joined the sea of people, and shouted at his loudest voice: "We are victorious!" Enoe has won! ”

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That night, all domestic games in China were suspended, and all application software stopped playing entertainment variety shows.

All CCTV channels and provincial satellite TV channels stopped broadcasting all programs, and jointly rebroadcast a large-scale report on the Yuanjiang disaster area of the Central No. 1 Station.

The report explained in detail how Yuanjiang survived the crisis under the leadership of the party and the state and in the struggle of the brave people during the time when the biochemical virus broke out for unknown reasons and was trapped in the dome, and enthusiastically eulogized the mayor of Yuanjiang, Liu Hui, the commander of the 258th Brigade, Zhao Jiang, and other great martyrs who selflessly sacrificed themselves to rescue the compatriots after the disaster, and highly praised the cadres, masses and non-governmental organizations who insisted on saving lives and helping the wounded at work and jointly creating miracles.

The sensationalism of the pictures and the emotion of the words made the national audience sad and cry when they saw it.

Then the camera turned, in front of the Nandu Municipal Government Building, the capital of Jiangbei Province, the morning glow was full of sky, the heroic people's guards waved the national flag in a chic manner, and the five-star red flag was raised to the flag in the national anthem, and then the flag was lowered at half-mast, and countless pedestrians stopped walking to pay attention.

The camera zoomed in, and several young people who looked like students had tears in their eyes, raising their arms and shouting: "Yuanjiang hold on!" ”

The camera turned again, and countless convoys with supplies to aid Yuanjiang were blocked on the highway, slowing down in tacit understanding, flashing lights, and honking in silence......

On the campus of Nandu University, the lights were all turned off and it was pitch black. More than 20,000 students spontaneously organized, each holding a candle, standing in a huge heart shape, and the photographers who took high-altitude photos on the helicopter could also hear their shouts in unison: "Come on, Yuanjiang!" ”

Accompanied by the music, the host's voice sounded again. He said affectionately:

"Natural disasters are merciless, people are merciful, one side is in trouble, and all sides support.

Whether you are from the south or the north, we are all Yuanjiang people tonight.

Pray for the dead and cheer for the wounded.

The descendants of Yan and Huang will not be defeated by disasters, may God bless Yuanjiang, may God bless Central China! ”

Countless viewers shed tears in front of the screen and generously contributed to the reconstruction of the Yuanjiang River.

In the middle of the night, in the cold steel barrier, the people of Yuanjiang gathered in the open space used to build a temporary settlement, lit countless bonfires, and stared silently at the ruins beside the flames that danced like living creatures.

It was their hometown.

Yuanjiang lamentation, the end of the song.