out of control wildfire

Gu Qingxu canceled the air ticket for this afternoon, changed it to the weekend, and booked flowers and a hotel for Monday.

I don’t know if her career in the TV station is going well, but she is probably very busy.

Even though it was only Wednesday, he was already looking forward to next Monday.

At this moment, the border of country Y.

Hiding under the cover, Brother Xu picked his feet while waiting for the video to be uploaded.

Day sleep: "..."

"Brother Xu, can you stop picking your feet? The machine stinks."

Brother Xu picked his foot, pinched his nose, and then picked at the machine: "My foot always hurts, as if I stepped on something."

Zhou Mian: "...let me take a look at it for you. I brought a bandage and ointment."

He Anzhi realized something was wrong and stepped forward to lift his leg, only to find that a large piece of glass had been inserted into the sole of Brother Xu's foot.

Zhou Mian was shocked. Brother Xu didn't say a word about such a large piece of glass.

Brother Xu pressed the wound next to it as if it was just an itchy foot: "It's okay. I'll go find my wife to take care of it later."

Zhou Mian quickly took off her bag and looked for bandages and medicine: "How long has it been since I found your wife?"

Brother Xu said with pride: "My wife works for Doctors Without Borders here. She just sent me a message saying that she is in the hospital and we can just go there for an interview."

"Pull it down, you'll have to have your legs amputated if you find my sister-in-law." Zhou Mian took off his shoes despite the stench, and found that the glass fragments were still deeply punctured.

She glanced at He Anzhi, who immediately clamped down on Brother Xu's legs. Zhou Mian washed his hands with alcohol and pulled out the glass.

Brother Xu screamed like a pig being killed, but He Anzhi controlled him firmly, unable to move.

Zhou Mian tied his ankle tightly to stop the bleeding and applied medicine to bandage his wound.

The soles of his feet were purple from being tied up, and Brother Xu's face was also purple from the pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, please be gentle."

He Anzhi calmly said: "Why don't you know to be careful when you step on the ground? With such sharp glass, if it gets infected, you will really need to have your leg amputated."

Brother Xu shouted louder than the helicopter outside.

He An Zhikong took action and covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

It was not easy to deal with the wound.

Dust was everywhere, and smoke was in the fog.

When they returned to their homes outside the border, other reporters were cooking noodles with military shovels.

Zhou Mian entered the room with the video he had just taken: "Brother Xu was limping and kept crying out in pain."

He Anzhi smiled helplessly and said, "I have been shouting for two days now. I shouted very loudly when I went to see my sister-in-law."

"He just said he was going to visit the site of a stray bullet bombing to take some footage. He probably had to shout when he came back." Zhou Mian ruthlessly laughed.

However, the sound of bombing sounded in the distance, and the two people reflexively picked up their mobile phones and went outside to take pictures.

When Zhou Mian and He Anzhi saw the place where stray bullets were bombed, Zhou Mian felt cold all over and subconsciously shouted: "No!"

However, her shouts could not be heard amid the rumbling sound. Stray bullets were still bombarding the area. Her ears were almost ringing, and her eyes turned into black and white snowflakes.

Brother Xu, Brother Xu is in that area!

After an unknown amount of time, the bombing finally stopped, and the area was reduced to ruins.

Zhou Mian rushed out almost like a bullet, followed closely by He Anzhi. The two of them ran all the way in that direction from the secret passage, their tears already bursting out, and there were ruins along the way.

No, never.

The two people ran to Brother Xu's location. The entire open space was covered in blood, but they could not find Brother Xu's whereabouts.

She saw no one and was fully expecting Brother Xu to run away. She wanted to run nearby to look for him.

But he tripped over something and fell to the ground.

It's a camera.

As soon as her hand touched the camera, she saw a bloody hand next to her, just a hand.

There is only one.

There was a silver ring on the ring finger of that hand.

She lost strength for a moment and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

He Anzhi also saw it and couldn't bear to look anymore, so he looked away with red eyes.

Zhou Mian burst into tears.

Places that have been bombed will not be bombed again for the time being.

Zhou Mian found a stack of scrap newspapers on the ground, and she used the stack of scrap newspapers to wrap up her broken arm.

When Hunhun returned to the station, other reporters asked Xu Zheng where he had gone.

Zhou Mian held the bundle of scrap newspapers, her voice trembling: "There are only so many."

The reporter opposite was of a higher rank than her and couldn't help shouting at her: "What do you mean there are only so many!"

Zhou Mian, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, was powerless in the face of life and death and burst into tears: "... all the other parts were blown away, there is only so much left."

The reporter and Brother Xu were university alumni and had a close relationship. In an instant, the newspaper in her arms flew away: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

The newspaper rolled in the dust and unfolded little by little, revealing a bloody arm.

The man couldn't stand for a moment and knelt on the ground.

The people around him had no strength to help him.

Muffled cries resounded, and the angry curses continued.

"Old Xu! I told you not to come. He Anzhi is a bastard! He has a good relationship with you and you came to protect him. He is still standing here. Where did you die!"

Zhou Mian closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look at it.

The reporter didn't give up and pulled out the memory card of Brother Xu's camera they brought back to see the stored content.

I saw with my own eyes that the camera was thrown away.

The person was instantly blown to pieces with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Only the hand holding the camera was left, covered in blood and dust.

Finally, I ran out of energy, even to curse, and collapsed on the ground in tears.

He Anzhi picked up the arm, wrapped it in newspaper carefully and carefully.

His voice was holding back the pain: "Xu Zheng's lover is here, leave this to her."

Zhou Mian raised her eyes and said with tears, "Teacher, but they just got married."

The reporter who just scolded Zi Mian suddenly beat the ground and started crying: "The hospital was attacked just now. Xu Zheng's lover is in the hospital. When I came back, I just wanted to fucking tell him and ask him to come and collect the body."

Everyone couldn't believe it, and Zhou Mian also fell to the ground.

They can't go back.

We were a pair when we came here, and now we can’t go back.

Brother Xu, it doesn’t hurt anymore.

It won't hurt anymore.

The war situation here is far more severe than they imagined.

The hospital is on the border, and Country Y's army has bombed the border. It is hopeless.

Everyone was listless. When they came, they could chat with each other about what was written in the suicide note left on the stage and who was mentioned.

There was dead silence now.

In the evening, An Zhi came over and told her: "If you don't appear in the camera tomorrow, don't wear a press vest."

She rolled her eyes slightly: "What do you mean?"

The words of peace are serious: "Country Y intends to bomb war reporters because it is afraid of spreading international news that will be unfavorable to them. Half of one team is dead, and all the reporters sent by a news agency in our country earlier are dead."

Zhou Mian lowered his eyes and said, "Okay." That night, as soon as they sent the video data back to China, there was a loud explosion nearby.

In the middle of the night, everyone got up and ran to the air raid shelter.

On the road, I saw a child falling to the ground. Zhou Mian quickly picked up the child and hid in the air-raid shelter.

It's safer here than outside.

The child had big eyes with thick eyelashes and a distinctly Middle Eastern appearance, but his big eyes were filled with fear: "Sister, I'm so scared."

He was holding a moldy cake.

She hugged the child: "Where is your family?"

The child seemed a little numb: "Dad went to buy cakes and was killed by a bomb on the road. Mom and sister were smashed to death. Grandpa ran slowly and was killed by bullets."

Day sleep froze for a moment.

Lowering his eyes, he saw a string of amethysts on the child's hand: "Don't be afraid, the relief supplies from China are on the way. They just sent us a message. When the supplies arrive, my sister will get them for you."

She deliberately changed the subject, not wanting to make the child sad: "The amethyst on your hand is so beautiful."

The child whispered: "My mother bought it. She said it would make me lucky."

She said warmly: "You will definitely survive until the end."

I don't know whether to say it to the child or to herself.

The next day, the smoke and dust dispersed briefly, and everyone came out in twos and threes to light a fire and cook.

He Anzhi was injured on his face and could not show his face.

It was Zhou Mian who recorded the live oral broadcast video of that day.

There was no big movement for two days in a row, which was a rare peace.

One day, they can return home.

This hell on earth was full of dead bodies and tears. Even in the end, she couldn't even shed tears.

The battlefield experience she learned in the past came in handy. Even He Anzhi was a little surprised by her ability to survive in the battlefield. She could find cover faster than them.

He Anzhi began to understand her determination to become a reporter.

She had imagined even the worst and most difficult situations in advance. She was born to be a reporter.

This time, they relied on sleeping during the day to find cover. Only one reporter in the entire team was killed in the line of duty.

He Anzhi sat next to her: "I still want to ask you, why do you come here?"

Zhou Mian whispered: "Because war reporters can not only make the hegemons retreat, but also make the resisters more heroic."

She raised her eyes and looked at He Anzhi: "I once learned about the Vietnam War. It was a war that was ended by the media. War reporters reported the facts to make the American people realize that this war was not just. It did not help Vietnam quickly end the civil war. , restoring peace will bring disaster to Vietnam."

"They think the government is fooling them. North Vietnam cannot be defeated at all. The war situation is not going so smoothly at all. Continuing is a waste of manpower and military power. The United States has held large-scale anti-war actions in the country, so much so that the president abdicated, and the president who took over announced that the United States will withdraw. .”

He Anzhi thought thoughtfully: "Do you also think you can use public opinion to force you this time?"

Zhou Mian said softly: "I don't know if it's possible, but I'm here and I've tried my best."

There was a sudden sound of bombing outside, and it was not far away. Based on experience, it would be dropped here within ten minutes.

Everyone immediately ran to the air-raid shelter, but Zhou Mian saw a hand wearing an amethyst revealed from the bunker next to it. It kept climbing up but could not get out.

The day sleep alarm sounded, and he immediately wanted to go back to save the child, and He Anzhi pulled her back.

Zhou Mian shouted: "No! There is a child over there!"

However, He Anzhi did not stop at all. He and other reporters forcibly dragged her away, and even casually placed the camera outside, unwilling to give her time to save the child.

She watched helplessly as she got further and further away from the child: "That child is still there!"

She struggled desperately, but was forced to move back by her teammates. She couldn't resist at all.

I saw with my own eyes that the door of the air-raid shelter was closed by several men.

Not long after we hid in the air raid shelter, we heard the sound of bombing overhead.

It lasted for half an hour before stopping.

Zhou Mian was sitting on the ground almost numbly. She didn't dare to think about what the child looked like now.

Like Brother Xu, was he covered in flesh and blood or was he buried by the broken stones?

At night, Zhou Mian suddenly called He Anzhi, his eyes were dull and his voice was trembling: "That child is alive. If I hadn't pulled him, would he still be alive now?"

He Anzhi lost his temper for the first time: "Journalists are not allowed to participate in the scene. Has your teacher taught you this? This is the most basic professional quality of journalists."

His eyes were also red: "Once you participate, the news will not be in its most essential state."

Zhou Mian couldn't help but roar with the idol he looked up to: "It's impossible to participate in the scene, then why did you go undercover in the first place?"

He Anzhi said loudly: "The reporter is just a camera and a bystander. I have not done anything to interfere with the normal development of the situation. Have you been working in the self-media for a long time and you have become one of those rubbish media!"

He said coldly: "You have no professional qualities at all. How did your teacher teach you? You are simply a disgrace to the country!"

Zhou Mian suddenly laughed and felt that it was so ironic. These were the words of the idol he had always admired: "Don't save people, the news pictures are more important, is that what you mean? No wonder you remember to put the camera on but not to save people. "

Tears flowed down her cheeks: "Why are you like this? They are all living people!"

She held on to He Anzhi: "I don't understand why you don't save people. When you were undercover, you weren't so afraid of death!"

He Anzhi was furious: "We are in the news. Those are the jobs of the rescue team. You are incompetent if you go up there. Are you more professional than them? Are you as fast as them in rescuing people? Are you sure you didn't cause trouble when you went up?"

Zhou Mian also yelled at him loudly: "I became a reporter to expose the truth and save more people, not to live an ignoble life. I just want to save people. Do you want me to watch this child die like Brother Xu?" "

He Anzhi, who has always been elegant, also turned red and full of anger: "Then don't wear this press vest anymore, go save your people, throw away the camera, and don't follow me!"

He held her shoulders tightly, eyes wide open: "Only when the news is spread out to the whole world, will the whole world know what suffering the people here are suffering, and then they can send helicopters and rescue convoys. On all social media Stop using public opinion to oppress and harm the country. If you save these two people, can you save their country?"

Zhou Mian finally stopped saying anything.

He Anzhi let go, and she just collapsed on the ground, crying feebly.

Yes, she had made such preparations before coming. She also remembered that public opinion should force the country that initiated the war, and she memorized the Vietnam War over and over again. However, seeing a person die in front of her, she clearly still had some strength left. Go and save her, but she can't do anything to save her.

She could obviously save the child, but even if she entered the air-raid shelter, it would still take more than a minute before the bomb exploded.

What if, what if she can be saved.

During the day sleep, I hide my face and cry loudly.

The next day, everyone went to open the air-raid shelter. After going out, not long after Hunhun walked away, they saw soldiers from country G wearing military uniforms playing guitar, and a circle of people gathered around them.

"Where there is love, I'll bethere (Where there is love, I'll be there)"

"I'll reach out my hand to you (I will reach out my hands to meet you)"

"I'll have faith in all you do (I have deep confidence in everything you do)

“Just call my name (As long as you whisper my name)

"And I'll be there (I will be by your side)"

It was almost a miracle to hear singing in such a place, and a group of people couldn't help but stop and listen for a while.

Zhou Mian has never felt that the song was so beautiful, like a glimmer of life in the dead land, a young seedling.

She almost felt that this moment was the happiest moment in her life.

The next second, a rocket accurately hit the tall building next to it.

Gu Qingxu got off work and accidentally looked up at the sky.

The bright moon is bright and clear, shining brightly for thousands of miles.

He thought that the same moonlight might be shining on her.

But he didn't know that his moon was in the ruins.

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Yesterday's news.

Country Y carried out air strikes and bombings in the capital of country G, killing at least 212 people that day. Since the outbreak of a new round of conflict between the two countries, more than 1.12 people from country G have been killed and more than 7 people injured, mostly women and children.

(Headquarters reporters He Anzhi, Xu Zheng, and Zi Mian)