I Dedicate Black Technology to the Country

Wu Xie was the only one on the high platform, and the rest of the national crisis team and the top leaders of the eastern theater were all off the stage.

Under the platform are more than a dozen cameras.

above the sky.

A helicopter passed by at a low altitude, and the photographer aimed the camera at the center of the rostrum at the door of the cabin.

Ten meters away from the rostrum was a long blockade. From the shaking picture on the helicopter, all the soldiers could be seen in black.

"This... is our army!"

"A lot of military uncles!"

"This is the Republic!"

"When I grow up, I want to be a soldier too!"

"Soldier of the Republic!"

"That is—the Oriental Sword!"

"Wang Qingcang! No. [-] on the list of strengths in the sky! A real master!"

……

See this picture.

They were wearing black military uniforms and leather boots, their expressions were cold, and their expressions seemed to freeze, all of them looked at the figure in the front.

No one will not fall into shock, no one will not sigh.

This is the largest overseas war in which troops have been mobilized since the founding of the Republic, and there are bound to be sacrifices in the war.

The tombstones of the hundreds of soldiers who died in Saha are still brand new.

It has only been two months since the Great Southwest T-Virus Incident, and so far many people's urns have not been taken away from the Million People Memorial.

now.

It's a holy moment!

It's a solemn moment!

Everyone was silent, waiting for Wu Xie's voice.

Because people know it.

When they are in peace, it is precisely because these soldiers are silently moving forward. .

Chapter 5 begins, the last night! (first update)

call--!

The autumn wind is bleak, and the evening wind is gentle.

Strong wind pressure blows the endless bushes on the seashore, the quiet tributaries of the Yangtze River pass through, and the night falls, night falls.

It is late autumn now, and people who are afraid of cold have already put on thin down jackets.

People try their best to find a comfortable place. Pedestrians on the road trot to see the commissary on the side of the road. The uncle playing chess in the street stopped, and the children who were eating candied haws watched the video curiously...

All are listening, admiring - this holy pre-war oath.

People are sad and happy.

They lost the peace in the peaceful era, but they also ushered in a new opportunity.

Everyone knows that they are going through an era and are becoming witnesses to history.

now.

Eastern Theater, the center of the main training ground.

Empty alleys.

Except for the sound of the high-speed rotating propeller in the sky, there was hardly any other sound.

"Good evening, billions of fellow citizens of the Republic."

The silence was finally broken.

Wu Xie, who was in the focus of the world, finally spoke under the expectations of countless people.

The lights gathered around him, and everyone was watching his back, staring with bated breath. The noise of wind pressure could not cover up the thumping sound of countless people's hearts.

"Today is a special day, but also a memorable day. In another day, our million-strong army will land on our warships and go to Japan to fight."

"There may be many people who question why our country's soldiers are going to the Japanese war. I can only say that the night is coming, the wind is coming, and there will be many unknown horrors waiting for us in the future. In order to be able to better To withstand the unknown horrors of the future, our warriors must go through the baptism of war, which is the only fastest way to become a qualified and excellent warrior."

"This will be a long battle, and the soldiers will face death, face the suffocating corpse!"

"but--!"

"We have nothing to fear!"

"In the war, we may sometimes lose faith, sometimes we lose our comrades in arms, and we will pay an unimaginable price for the victory of the war."

"but!"