Some time ago, Liu Zhenyang actually heard about this "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" produced by Nongying.

After all, the office building of the Agricultural Film Research Institute and Rongying Group is separated by a street, and in the process of filming this movie, Nongying borrowed a lot of stock props from the old Rongying Studio, and the tossing movement was quite big.

Through the gossip of some colleagues in the group, Liu Zhenyang also heard that the script of this film was made public, and solicited suggestions from netizens online for filming.

But the problem is that all my colleagues, including a few producers within the company, use a joking tone when they talk about it!

And although Liu Zhenyang is a layman in movies, he is a real expert in business.

Most of the time, if the plot of a movie is not good, it will brag about the details and the hardships in the production process.

Generally speaking, this kind of film and television works that over-market the production process and details will have a very sloppy final effect.

As everyone knows; The most important core of a good film and television work is always the story.

All the technical means are in the service of how to tell a story of ups and downs.

So in Liu Zhenyang's view, the movie "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" is destined to be a bad movie that hits the streets.

Why?

The story of this script is too "well-known", it has no novelty, no suspense, almost the title of the film, the audience already knows the ending of this story.

That's the subject matter...... Who are the more than 40,000 people online?

What do you have to be bored to see the main theme of this kernel?

With such doubts, Liu Zhenyang took the stool handed over by producer Liang Yongjun and sat in front of the computer screen.

At this point, the plot on the screen has already progressed to the second act;

After completing the explanation of the plot background and the state of Huang Jiguang, the protagonist of the story, the camera followed his perspective into the position tunnel.

Compared to the trench traffic lanes outside, this place is dark and oppressive. But for the soldiers, this is a pit where there are no windows, no light, and even the air seems to be solidified, but it is a rare place to relax.

Under the dim oil lamp, the soldiers who came down from the position to rest enjoyed this rare tranquility; Some are cutting the hair of their comrades-in-arms, some are sewing holes in their military uniforms, some are nesting in the corners to make up for sleep, and some are gathering together in twos and threes to talk about the mountains...... And Huang Jiguang, who returned to the tunnel, took advantage of the time to write a letter to his family.

To be precise, it was with the help of comrades-in-arms who replied to their families.

"Mother, my son recently received a letter and knows that his family is healthy. Although I have a little difficulty here, please don't worry. I think we are under the oppression of feudal landlords, living the life of cattle and horse slaves, although there are some difficulties now, we can get through it. And then...... It's still the same, and happy days are still to come. What else would you like to write about? ”

Listening to his comrades-in-arms read the reply letter he had written, Huang Jiguang, who was illiterate, put down the rags that were wiping the submachine gun.

"Help me ask if there is any land reform at home. How about the birth of my brother and sister-in-law, and the younger brother...... How about the little brother. What else did my mother say? ”

"Oh, your mother asked you if the battle was almost over, and asked when you would return."

"When will I return to ......?"

The care of Chinese parents is always like this, obviously they have always remembered that they love their children all their lives, but only one "wants", one "love" is never mentioned.

The concern in the letter is like a hook that pulls the reader's thoughts back to his hometown;

It was the last night he spent at home after enlistment.

The half-grown brother was snoring and drinking rice porridge, and the thin and kind mother was chewing hard buns in small bites.

"Eat, why don't you eat?"

"The troops want me...... We will set off tomorrow, first to the camp of the 15th Army in Santai County, then to the northeast, and finally to Korea. ”

The mother's chewing motion stiffened at that moment, and the candlelight on the wooden table flickered in her eyes, which were too large because of her emaciation.

There were other things that flickered together. The main ingredient is the reluctance and concern that has begun without distinction.

The stiff chewing was only allowed to continue after a few seconds of silence.

However, at this moment, this chewing has been detached from the original function of the action. Not for the sake of fine chopping, but to suppress choking.

"Honorable ...... to join the army"

The old mother put down her chopsticks and turned her face away.

"Honorable ...... to join the army"

The back of the loving mother appeared in front of her eyes, but the reality was the tired comrades in the tunnel and the wounded who restrained themselves from moaning.

"This battle is definitely not over yet......"

Rumble......

The trembling of the tunnel and the muffled thunderous cannon sound pierced the rare tranquility in the tunnel.

Looking at the dust falling above the tunnel, the young soldier buckled up his military hat and picked up the wiped submachine gun.

"Tell my mother, I have to make a meritorious service and go back. If you don't make meritorious service, you won't go to the battlefield. ”

Carrying a submachine gun, the slightly wide, ill-fitting figure walked to the exit of the tunnel.

Standing on a high place and looking at the battlefield, the battlefield shrouded in cold moon and cold stars, bursts of thunder tore the sky, and the sound of rumbling artillery continued.

On the Ganling position on the front of several tens of kilometers, strings of tracer bombs, flares, and signal flares intertwined and flew in the air.

The screeching of shells, the muffled sound of explosions echoed through the valley.

Looking at the extremely real special effects trajectory, as well as the explosion of the road in the night and the dust clouds that were swept up by the shock wave, several producers in the production studio silently looked at Liu Zhenyang in front of the screen.

Staring closely at the exploding battlefield scene on the screen, Liu Zhenyang silently lit a cigarette and looked at the netizen barrage that was constantly refreshed in the interactive area.

"I'm blanching! I'm blanching! Art, this is real art! ”

"Dog Day's Rongying Group, for Mao's production costs of three million? Give him money and let them shoot! Let them shoot! ”

"This back, combined with the panoramic display of this battlefield, shocked my mother for a whole year! In a trance, I thought I was watching a Hollywood blockbuster! This is really spending all the money on the blade! With a production cost of three million, the production team is awesome! ”

"Damn, Rongying Group, are you going to die poor? How many bad movies has Rongying produced over the years? Only this one is decent, and he has made a big network! I'm afraid that those who care about investment are eating! ”

Looking at the comments of netizens who swiped the flying, Liu Zhenyang only felt that a stream of green gas rose from the soles of his feet and rushed to the top of his head!

In an instant, the bitter lord met his wife on the street and used his own money to buy gifts for Huang Mao, and was disgusted by Huang Mao and scolded him for not giving enough money, which rose in Liu Zhenyang's heart......

it!

This special flower is all auctioned out of Lao Tzu's appropriation, you don't spend money to watch, and you still have to scold Lao Tzu?

How can there be such a truth in the world!

"Is this film pretty?"

Thinking so, Liu Zhenyang turned around. With the anger of the bitter lord in his eyes, he looked at several production representatives of the company.

"Heheha......"

"Emu...... Cough. ”

In the face of Liu Zhenyang's questioning, several production representatives dodged their eyes for a while, and then laughed awkwardly.

"Actually, that's it......"

"Yes, the plot is old-fashioned, the story lacks suspense, and it has been bluffing people by war scenes from the beginning to the present......"

Seeing Liu Zhenyang's unkind face, several production representatives grinned.

"It's just that most people don't shoot it very well......"

Just when Liu Zhenyang breathed a sigh of relief, I don't know who muttered.

……

In the Bitter Lord...... No, it's Liu Zhenyang's nest fire, and the story line of "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" is still continuing;

At 5:44 a.m. on October 14, 1952, the 7th Infantry Division of the U.S. Eighth Group Army of the "United Nations Army", four artillery positions in Jixiongshan, Ganfengli, Chengzhuxian, and Qianfoshan, assembled more than 400 artillery pieces, including M1A1 155-mm howitzers, M1 8-inch howitzers, and M2A1 105-mm howitzers, and launched a fierce bombardment of the 597.9 height of Shangganling.

With tons of shells raining down on 597.9 like a raging storm, the so-called showdown officially began!

The dense shells like hail destroyed the ground fortifications on the 597.7 heights in an instant, and the company in charge of defending the position under the heavy artillery fire hid in the No. 1 tunnel of Beishan.

However, the indiscriminate bombardment of large-caliber artillery shells caused the volunteer soldiers who were hiding in the tunnels to suffer serious combat attrition.

The violent shock wave from the explosion swept through everything, and the fighters hiding in the pit were not safe. Their eardrums were torn, their internal organs were shattered against the wall of the tunnel, and the partial collapse of the tunnel buried an entire squad of fighters in an instant.

The air is stirring, the dust is splashing, and under the merciless artillery fire, people are like ants in a storm, bearing the baptism of lightning in the narrow tunnel.

However, for this combat unit baptized by shells, the most fatal blow was not only combat attrition, but also the blocking of communications!

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang! I'm Zhang Zhuang! Please answer when you hear it!! ”

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang! I'm Zhang Zhuang, please answer when you hear it, please answer!! ”

In the deafening explosion, the commander of the sixth company had blood flowing from his eardrums, and watched as the soldiers who had bitten their lips were injured by the shock wave and fell to the ground, letting out a roar that had changed their tune.

On the ground, however, the lines of communication had long been severed by relentless artillery fire.

"Zhang Zhuang Zhang Zhuang, I am Li Zhuang! Hear please answer, hear please answer! ”

At the same time, the regimental headquarters of the 135th Regiment was trying to contact 597.9 in the tunnel of the regimental headquarters, even if it was far from the main shelling site, and the soil in the tunnel was still scattered.

However, the telephone could not be connected, and the messengers sent out to contact him were not heard from one by one, and the regimental commander, who had predicted the enemy's imminent large-scale attack through heavy artillery fire, was anxious like ants on a hot pot.

"Help! First aid kit! Fast! ”

In the dust, the last communicator of the regimental headquarters was carried back to the tunnel of the headquarters by the soldiers.

Huang Jiguang, who came to the regiment headquarters for a meeting with the battalion commander and instructor, was also trapped in the regiment headquarters by artillery fire at this time.

Seeing the wounded, he quickly carried the submachine gun behind him and stepped forward to help.

However, when he pressed the messenger's wound, he found that his comrade was no longer breathing.

A silence shrouded in deafening artillery fire permeated the regimental command.

Looking at the body of the communicator whose legs were blown off and the military uniform on his body was blown into cotton wool, the regimental commander looked at the people beside him.

"Is there still a correspondent in the regiment?"

"Report to the head of the group, no, this is ...... The last one. I'll go! ”

What is a hero? Heroes are also ordinary people. It was only in times of danger that they took a step.

At this moment when the front-line communication was blocked, Huang Jiguang, who was eager to make meritorious contributions, took that step.

In the face of Huang Jiguang's initiative, the regiment commander asked the chief of staff of the sixth company for his opinion, and after learning that Huang Jiguang's professional skills were excellent, he agreed to his request for action and issued the task;

Answering the telephone detour line of the forward position, if this is not possible, passing through the enemy's artillery blockade area, and conveying to 597.9 the order "hold the position to the death, the regiment will supply and reinforce the position after dark".

In order to ensure the implementation of this task, the battalion chief of staff designated Huang Jiguang's comrade-in-arms Xiao Dengliang to go with him.

But before they could leave, the chief of staff stopped them.

"Smoke a cigarette."

"Chief of Staff, I don't smoke!"

Looking at the young soldier, the chief of staff twitched his cheeks and stuffed the crumpled cigarette into Huang Jiguang's pocket.

"Take it too, this thing will relieve the pain...... I don't need to say much about the situation, all our current communications have been cut off by local artillery fire, so the core of this mission is four words - establish communications! Can't wire the front finger to go to 597.9, if the front finger is transferred? ”

"It's time to send the order to the position!"

"What if the position is lost?"

"Then find out the situation and report back as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Listening to Huang Jiguang's answer, the chief of staff patted him on the shoulder.

"Be sure to act at the right time, all for the purpose of establishing communication, and come back alive! Jiguang, I know you want to make meritorious contributions, but you must remember, what are we joining the army for? Not for meritorious service, but for winning this battle! ”

Facing the chief of staff's unprecedentedly gentle tone, Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang nodded heavily and saluted solemnly.

At this time, the barrage of beep stations had boiled into a piece.

Audiences who have taken nine years of compulsory education, especially those who have studied old textbooks, know that Huang Jiguang died in this battle.

saw Huang Jiguang played by Li Youzhi and Xiao Dengliang played by Zhou Yuan in the picture, running out of the pit and rushing to the direction where the gunsmoke rose, and there were tears in the barrage!

"Don't go, Jiguang! Take this step and the countdown to your life begins! Woo woo, I know the end of the story, but I still hope he survives......"

"Why are there tears in my eyes? Because I love this land and the people who have shed their blood for this land, the love is deep! ”

"Such a simple plot, but I still watch it with excitement in my chest. Why? It's too heavy! This film is filmed with the style of the old Bayi Factory, a plain narrative, and no bells and whistles useless plots, but it can always touch the softest string in the audience's heart. ”

"The director and screenwriter of this film should be lovers of old movies, and it is recommended that the directors and screenwriters who make war movies now also learn more...... There is no need to explain a lot of things, and there is no need to use any battlefield love or beauty to set off anything. Love our motherland is the factory setting of Chinese! ”

"The plot is simple and not objective, and the narrative of this film is very straightforward, but it's not simple at all! Before informatization, there were two field telephone lines; One is a flat straight line for the shortest distance, and the other is a roundabout line to bypass the main battlefield. As a veteran of a communications company, this is the first time I've seen the technical term detour in a movie. It can be seen that the crew has worked hard in this regard. ”

"I would like to add that the role of political cadres is finally reflected in this movie! In almost all the movies I've watched before, political cadres such as our political commissars, instructors, and chiefs of staff will only shout at our comrades to rush with me, which is not right.

The main job of our army's political work cadres is to correct the thinking of the fighters and let them know why they are fighting! Like the paragraph just now, the chief of staff reminded Huang Jiguang, who is eager to make meritorious contributions, that this is a typical ideological correction! Knowing why we are fighting is the real reason why our fighters are not afraid of death that all opponents do not understand! It is precisely because of our political work cadres that our troops are a force with faith and can fight tough battles! ”

Beep!

Received an amazing value, 50991 points!

In the editing room of the school, hearing a soft sound of the system next to his ears, Li Youzhi glanced at the comment area with shaking hands.

Seeing the comments of a group of netizens at this time, he snorted and laughed.

Bear with it, don't you make a sound?

Can't help it, right?

That's right!

When you're comfortable, you're going to ...... No, if you feel better, you have to say it!

If you don't say it, Brother Zhi can't hear the praise, how can he be energetic?

Sao smiled, seeing that the time was almost time, Li Youzhi, who successfully used his works to pry open the mouths of netizens, stretched his waist.

The plot of the first half has officially started here, and judging from the evaluation of netizens, the reputation of this drama has a basic plate.

Dry rice!

Satisfied, he put down the mouse, and Li Youzhi walked out of the editing room.

Behind him, on the webpage that was still playing, the barrage was still rolling, Huang Jiguang's task was ...... It's still ongoing;

From the regiment, Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang walked all the way along the detour line, and soon found the broken line.

However, when the two quickly connected the line, they found that under the enemy's heavy shelling, there was not only one break point in the telephone line.

At this point in the mission, there was only one way left in front of the two of them - to march towards 579.9, and use both legs and mouth to convey the orders of the regimental commander to the front-line position.

However, this road is not easy to walk.

Soon, the actions of the two attracted enemy fire.

In the dust from the flying fragments and shock waves, Xiao Dengliang rolled to a crater.

He watched as Huang Jiguang was shrouded in fragments kicked off by a cannonball, but the thin figure quickly burrowed into the crater in the next second.

Quickly checked Huang Jiguang's body, and when he saw his companion unscathed, Xiao Dengliang grinned.

"Good thing you're small!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I said, I'm glad you're small! You were right when you inspected the troops, being small is good! ”

Wheezing violently, listening to the loud ridicule of his comrades in the deafening explosion, Huang Jiguang grinned.

In the flying sand and the shelling that seemed to show off his wealth for more than a long time, his eyes were blurred.

Military Inspection...... It seems like a long way off......

"Why can't you be a soldier when you're so small? Being small has a lot of benefits! He is tall and walks against the wind, eats and wears clothes, and even has a big target on the battlefield...... I don't know where I'm tall. ”

In the military inspection office, Huang Jiguang, who was brushed down because of his small stature, refuted and choked the leaders of the military inspection speechless.

Only the instructor who led the troops showed a smile.

"Have you ever suffered?"

"When I was a child, I was hungry and cold, and I didn't eat fresh anymore. But I know that we have just been liberated, and if the American devils come, the days when we finally don't have to endure hardships will be gone. For generations, we will starve and freeze! That's what I'm afraid of! ”

Looking at the little man with a resolute gaze, the instructor smiled silently - it was a tacit approval.

Perhaps because of such stubbornness, Huang Jiguang put on a military uniform as he wished and accepted the training of a recruit.

He was chosen as a correspondent, and his first task was to pass on passwords. The instructor called the vanguard and gave the command "A battalion of enemy troops has been found in front and is ready to attack".

However, under the transmission of a variety of dialects, when the password reached Huang Jiguang at the end of the line, it had already become "One enemy soldier was found in front and ready to celebrate".

The second task was to set up the line, and the pacesetter in charge of the demonstration on the unit held the wire in his hand, climbed the wooden stake with a swift movement, and divided it by two three times to connect the line, and it took less than 20 seconds to go back and forth.

But when he arrived at Huang Jiguang, he would only hold on to the stake and kick around, and it would be difficult to climb an inch with all his strength.

When it came time to learn communication theory, Huang Jiguang, who couldn't read and write, looked at the textbook as if he were looking at a book from heaven. The instructor was lecturing on the stage, and he was worried about the audience.

Only then did he realize that it was not easy to be a correspondent at all.

At night, when he was called out by the instructor for separate training, Huang Jiguang, who was running with trembling feet, saw artillery fire in the distance.

Faced with the idea that he wanted to be a combatant, realizing his retreat, the instructor who brought him into the unit, the instructor who was about to march the recruit company into the battlefield, gave a reply.

"No matter what you do, it's just to live a hungry and cold life. Learn more, don't go back, run forward! ”

The words of the instructor before leaving for the battlefield touched Huang Jiguang.

His suffering was much more than starvation and cold. His father was crushed to death by the landlord with usury, and he himself was oppressed by the landlord of the same village since he was a child. He was once pressed by the landlord on cow dung because he did not clean the cowshed, and he once killed the landlord's dog in order to protect his younger brother, and was forced to wear linen and filial piety for a dog for three days.

He didn't want to suffer like that anymore, so he chose to run forward.

Those hurried steps prompted him to run over the barbed wire that he couldn't climb, run past those who couldn't understand theoretical knowledge, run over the wooden stakes that were stacked higher than his two stacks together, run past the commendation of the skill pacesetter, and run over the big red flower that shot first in the recruit company......

Bits and pieces of growth and honor passed by in his hurried footsteps, and the picture also turned back to the battlefield with his hurried footsteps, running past the enemy's artillery blockade.

The hurried footsteps also allowed him to meet the former guide on a hillside, the instructor of the recruit company, who has now become the instructor of the instructor of the reconnaissance battalion of the division headquarters.

The division headquarters where the instructor was located also lost contact with the front line, and all the comrades-in-arms who were sent out to investigate were not heard, and only the instructor picked up a life.

He recounted the experience of this journey in a trance, and did not forget to teach Huang Jiguang the experience of dodging shells - the body is pinned to the ground, otherwise it will be shocked. Don't get too close to your feet, or you'll be cut off by shrapnel.

He forgot that Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang in front of him were no longer recruits.

With the addition of the instructor, the two-person group became a three-person group and continued to set out for the position.

On the way to the main peak of Shangganling, the trench pit was filled with the corpses of comrades. Flesh and blood were sandwiched between rubble, and every corpse that died was a living comrade-in-arms yesterday.

In this corpse, Huang Jiguang saw his former acquaintance - the skill pacesetter who once completed the wiring in twenty seconds, the communicator of the 135th Regiment of the 45th Division of the 15th Army.

The survivors in the corpse were also found - Zhao Kechun, who was lucky not to be injured, but was shaken out by the shelling and began to fear the battlefield.

With traumatized comrades-in-arms, under the enemy's artillery fire again, Huang Jiguang and the four finally came to the No. 2 tunnel on the 597.9 heights.

In the eight hours that communication with the outside world was completely cut off, in order to hold the last No. 2 position, the entire company fought until the last five active fighters remained.

In the face of the enemy troops who had launched a charge again on the mountainside, the instructor handed over the task of going back to deliver the letter to Xiao Dengliang, leaving Zhao Kechun, who had a nervous breakdown, in the tunnel and taking Huang Jiguang to the top.

The gunfire outside the tunnel exploded like a popping bean, and the impact of the grenade explosion caused a burst of echoes in the tunnel.

These voices converged into a low roar like a demon's roar in Zhao Kechun's mind.

He curled up, weeping, trembling......

Until a "comrade" pulled him back from trembling.

It was a wounded soldier whose eyes had been wounded by shrapnel and one eyeball had leaked out of its socket.

"Comrade, you're also injured, aren't you?"

The wounded soldier leaning against the wall of the pit fumbled through his tattered military uniform and handed a snow-white first-aid kit in the direction from which the crying came.

"I still have ...... There's a first aid kit that you take and use ......"

Looking at the comrades-in-arms who were reluctant to bandage their eyeballs on their sockets, and then seeing the brand-new snow-white first-aid kit, Zhao Kechun trembled his lips and picked up the gun on the ground......

The No. 2 position outside the tunnel has reached the point of exhaustion.

There was no distinction between weapons in the trenches, Mosin Nagant, the Type 50 submachine gun with the drum removed, the Garand Eight Grains, the M1 carbine...... Your own guns are mixed with the enemy guns you've collected, but they all have one thing in common at this moment - a lack of ammo.

Click, click!

The M1911 pistol gave a crisp trigger sound.

Boom! Boom! Bite~

Eight grains also announced with a crisp jump clip that it was out of stock.

Da Da Da ...... Click...... Click, click......

The weapon in the instructor's hand had turned into a burning stick, and the Type 50 in Huang Jiguang's hand that had been stuck in the sand also emptied the last bullet after a burst of emergency clearance.

The tall figure of the American army has already rushed to the position.

After a round of strafing, a burst of blood burst out on the last few soldiers who held the tunnel.

Just when Huang Jiguang was entangled by a rushing American soldier and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, a 50-style explosion accompanied by a loud roar became a ballast stone on the position.

The dense bullets and Zhao Kechun, who suddenly rushed out, forced the US troops who had not gained a firm foothold and thought that they still had backup on the position.

However, a red smoke screen was quietly pulled away by the wounded American soldiers on the hillside.

Laugh at......

Red smoke slowly rose, and the instructor who collapsed on the ground widened his eyes as he looked at a parabola in the sky.

"Huang Jiguang, Zhao Kechun, lie down!"

Bang, boom!

A mortar shell accurately hit Zhao Kechun, who was collecting the enemy's guns.

The other shot exploded in front of the instructor.

……

"Dear volunteer brothers, you have worked hard! Your positions have been destroyed by 300,000 shells, think about your families, sons and daughters, give up resistance as soon as possible...... There's hot water, there's food...... I can guarantee your safety......"

Huang Jiguang in the tunnel picked up the grounding wire of the walkie-talkie, sweated profusely, and laboriously inserted the ground wire of the walkie-talkie into the mountain of the tunnel.

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang, I'm Zhang Zhuang! Please reply when you receive it! Please reply when you receive it! ”

The sound of the call echoed muffled through the empty tunnel, but the walkie-talkie did not respond.

"Jiguang ......"

A weak call rang out in the tunnel.

Hearing the hoarse and weak voice, covered in dust and sweat mixed with blood, Huang Jiguang got up from the ground and ran to the source of the sound with his hands and feet.

Crawling to the instructor with his hands and feet, Huang Jiguang grabbed the instructor's bloody palm tightly.

Looking at the instructor's bloody and terrifying face, his nasal voice became heavier.

"Instructor, I'm here."

"Blood on the gun, wipe ...... Clean, otherwise, use, don't use ......"

"Wipe, instructor, I've wiped it all."

Looking at the advice coming from the flesh and blood, Huang Jiguang grabbed the hand desperately and nodded.

Tears flowed down his trembling face with sweat and blood.

"Instructor, you smoke, I'll give you a cigarette. The chief of staff said that smoking can relieve pain, and smoking will not hurt anymore......"

As if grasping a life-saving straw, he shuddered and took out the half box of crumpled "big production" from his pocket.

I took one out of it and stuffed it into my mouth.

However, the box of matches that had been pulled out with the cigarettes had been stained red by the blood of the instructor.

Laugh at......

One, two, three......

The sparks flickered and went out until the cigarette was wet with tears and snot, and not a match could light it.

"Don't cry, how can a soldier shed tears...... Jiguang ......"

In his uncontrollable sobbing, the instructor pressed his bloody palm to his chest, and laboriously stretched out his broken fingers to his jacket pocket.

However, as soon as the letter in his pocket was halfway pulled out, his hand stopped there.

Seeing the frozen hand, Huang Jiguang took out all the matches in the matchbox.

Laugh at...... Laugh at...... Laugh at......

The moist match head continued to make a soft snorting sound, until the last one was exhausted, and Huang Jiguang pounced on the body that had dried up the blood. Grabbed the stiff hand and the blood-stained letter.

"Huifang, see the letter. I don't know how well everything is going at home recently, but seeing your last letter, my son has been able to walk alone, which is very comforting. I have not been able to see my son so far, and I am very sorry. I'm all right here, so don't worry too much. Now logistics support matters, the headquarters attaches great importance to it, we are well fed and warmly dressed, Huifang, please take good care of your family and take care of yourself, don't talk about it, stop here, I believe that soon, the war will be won, and the family will be reunited. ”

With the instructor's letter, the camera pans sideways.

In another tunnel, Xiao Dengliang, who had returned to the regimental command, was passing through the field hospital in the tunnel.

It's like hell on earth.

Wounded soldiers were groaning, and corpses had filled the floor of the tunnel.

The nurse, covered in the blood of her comrades-in-arms, is sorting out the letters from her fallen comrades.

"Second sister, my brother's battle is very smooth, don't worry about ......" "Sister, brother, see the words as you are." Everything has been fine with the whole family lately......"

"Sister, more than 90 percent of the cities here have been bombed, I can't imagine all this happening in my hometown......" "My company rushed into the enemy's position with a ratio of 1 to 24 soldiers......"

"Sister Xiuzhi, I have received your letter, which gives me great encouragement and education......" "Wang Jianguo's children, the red scarf and letter you sent Uncle have received, and Uncle is very happy to learn that you are studying in a spacious classroom......"

"Mom, see the words like faces...... I'm all right here......"

The camera pushes forward with Xiao Dengliang's sweaty back, passing over the bloody corpses, and the blood-stained letters, in the deep and slow background music, and the accents from all over the world, the picture gradually fades.

"Super Hero Huang Jiguang I", end.

Shake your hands, beep and stand.

In the midst of tears, looking at the small white characters in the black picture, netizens who have been completely affected by the plot and are silent in that cruel battlefield...... It's completely blown up!

PS: Madan, this chapter was written for a day! Eight thousand six, the plot is more complete, the fool doesn't lie today!

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