Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 215 Battlefield Live Streaming

"I asked him, where did you come from and where are you going?" Tantai Mingyue behind the microphone fell into memories.

Everything that happened last night seemed to be vivid.

"Who are you? Why are you asking this? Do you know that this is a military secret?" The young soldier looked warily at Tantai Mingyue in civilian clothes.

Tantai Mingyue took out her press card and the pass issued by the theater command, and only then did the young soldiers relax their vigilance.

Of course, Tantai Mingyue's name may be the main reason for this young soldier who should have read the newspaper to answer the question.

"Reporter Tantai, I'm from the 67th Army. I was transferred from the North China battlefield. I'm going to the front line. That's fine. I have to return to the team quickly. The company commander is going to call roll." Awakening, looking at the queues gathering in front of him, he gave his number casually, and tried his best to get rid of Tantai Mingyue's hand and leave.

"I'll just ask one more question." Tantai Mingyue looked at the young soldiers who were eager to return to the army, feeling a little distressed.

At this age, her younger brother was still studying in school and was still acting like a baby to his parents, but he was going to the front line with a spear about his height on his back.

"Okay, Tantai reporter, you can ask." The young soldier had the unique vigor of young people, although he was a bit cramped, he still stretched out a finger. "But it's just one!"

"Going to the front line, have you ever thought about not coming back?" Tantai Mingyue knew that this question was cruel, especially for a young man of his age who was about to go to the front line.

However, she still wanted to know, wanted to know the most real answer.

Because, in all the newspapers and radio stations, what was written and broadcast was how the soldiers fought and defended their homes and the country with high spirits.

Maybe that's their true heartfelt thoughts, but what do the most ordinary little soldiers think in their hearts?
No one knows, or maybe no one wants to know.

In the eyes of big shots, a small soldier is always just a number.

"Have you ever thought about the problem of not being able to come back?" Tantai Mingyue's voice resounded throughout Songjiang City, who was caught in memories.

From the general to the soldiers, everyone was in a trance at that moment.

yes!What should I do if I can't come back?
A few tears welled up in the eyes of Yingling Commander Liu, who was afraid of death, then his wife might live alone with his youngest son, and there would never be a man in her life to tuck her in the quilt, and never give her a hand. She picks wild flowers from the mountains and inserts them into the vase in front of the window. She will no longer lean on the door and look into the distance, waiting for him to come home from vacation. She will have a hard life in the future!

The security battalion commander Zhuang Shisan, leaning on the sandbag and silently lighting a cigarette, clenched his hands tightly. In the palm of his hand was a one-inch black and white photo of his daughter who had just turned one year old. Teeth's mouth was wide open happily, and the corners of his mouth were drooling.

He held her tightly, as if hugging her.

The reason why he took people to raid his sister and brother-in-law's house, donated all the food, gold, silver and jewelry, and gave the strongest building to the headquarters, had only one goal, to survive!He hadn't heard his daughter call daddy yet!

Yang Xiaoshan and Niu Er looked at each other, smoked a cigarette sullenly, not only some thoughts floated in their hearts.

yes!If they can't come back, how sad and sad will the parents at home be? Will they be able to withstand such a blow when they are old?
They don't know, but they do know that it must be heartbreaking.

In front of the window of the command headquarters, Lieutenant General Guo looked forward with his hands behind his back in deep thought. The muscles in the corners of his eyes were also twitching slightly on his face that no one could see.

Tantai Mingyue's question reminded him of the eight colonel heads who died in battle under his command.

He remembered that Xie Guji, the head of the 152nd regiment, asked for leave for half a day before leaving. As the only son, he went to wash the feet of his widowed mother before leaving with a kowtow.

Did the general under his command think about this question when he turned around and cried goodbye to his mother?

He must have thought about it!Otherwise, there will be no poems like "I would like to be a ghost on the battlefield after death, but not a native of my hometown!"

But now, he can't go back!How can his widowed mother live after hearing the news?
Thinking of this, even a lieutenant general in the army is as deep as an ocean, and he can't help feeling a colic in his heart.

This question raised by Tantai Mingyue was speechless from the general to the soldiers.

Everyone has their own concerns. For them who have already set foot on the battlefield, death is not the most terrible thing. What they can't let go of is those they care about and care about them.

"I know, you are all thinking about how to answer this question. It seems very simple, but it is extremely difficult to ask your own heart." Tantai Mingyue's voice sounded again.

"That's what the young soldier answered me"

"He said, if you don't come back, you can't come back!"

Tantai Mingyue, who almost whispered the young soldier's answer, still remembered the young soldier's expression at that time, a little surprised and a little funny.

After answering this question, the soldier left Tantai Mingyue who was standing still, rushed into his team, and set off outside the station.

When Tantai Mingyue came back to her senses, more azure poured out of the train, crowding the station, and the thin figure of the young soldier disappeared.

For some reason, Tantai Mingyue thought of the soldier's answer, and finally felt like something was missing in her heart, she wanted to catch up with him and tell him: "No, you have to work hard to get back."

"Now, you know why I came here! Because of an interview, I decided not to go to Jinling, I want to follow this army of heroes who moved from the North China battlefield to the southeast battlefield. I hope, I can see that My younger brother, a soldier who is not much older, can stand in front of me again, and say to me with a smile, "Reporter Tantai, I'm back." Tantai Mingyue's voice continued to linger over Songjiang.

The young soldier in the corner burst into tears, but his eyes became more determined.

No one can know the outcome of the war, and no one can know whether the soldiers will have a chance to leave the battlefield. What Tantai Mingyue said is undoubtedly just good expectations.

Run away for half a lifetime, still a teenager.

After all, Tantai Mingyue saw the young soldier engraved in her memory again.

However, when we met again, it was already at the 67th Army's honorary ceremony after the end of the Great Patriotic War. The soldiers in the photo were still seventeen or eighteen years old.

She smiled shyly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Private Gao Sen died in the Battle of Songjiang in November 26th of the Republic of China.

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"I have to thank this little brother. It was he who made me make the decision to change the itinerary. It gave me the honor to accompany you to participate in this Songjiang blockade that is related to the safety of hundreds of thousands of my troops. Thank you for going upstream, let me I didn't miss it this time, I missed the opportunity to be side by side with him and you." Tantai Mingyue's soft voice sounded again.

"Brothers, work!"

"Hurry up, if you want to go back alive, dig a deeper trench for me."

"I would rather die of exhaustion than let the devil's cannon blow me to death. My mother and wife are still waiting for us to go back!"

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The battalion and company commanders on the construction site took the opportunity to shout various slogans, urging the exhausted soldiers to pick up their tools again, while tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians seemed to be given a booster, screaming and working hard.

The big reporters from Tantai said that they were lucky to be side by side with themselves, so what else can they say, they must fight with the Japanese.

As for a certain 'he' that Tantai Mingyue mentioned alone, she also felt agitated.

This was the first time he heard such an affectionate confession as a human being in his past and present lives.

That feeling, how to say it!

I can stop a hundred with one!

Someone feels like the cells in their toes are numb.

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PS: The writing of this chapter is quite emotional. At least when Fengyue finished writing, tears filled my eyes. I don’t know if you can empathize with me, but I hope you can. Thank you for reading Fengyue’s story, thank you!
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