Feicheng, Communications Department.
Sai Hongfu turned the microphone to Shan Wazi and said, "Shan Wazi, please say a few words."
Shan Wazi babbled for a long time, but still couldn't say a word. He was too nervous. If he were asked to face the Japanese on the battlefield, he wouldn't even frown, but facing this little one The microphone could be smashed with a fist, but Shan Wazi felt so nervous that he was almost suffocating. He even wanted to turn around and run away.
Sai Hongfu said: "Shanwazi, don't be nervous. You can just chat with your brothers as usual. Whatever comes to mind, don't have any scruples. Come on, come on, let the compatriots in the rear area listen to your voice. , maybe someone will record your voice on a gramophone, and maybe your parents will have a chance to hear it."
"Really." Shan Wazi's eyes immediately brightened, "Can my mother hear my voice?"
"Yes." Sai Hongfu looked at Shan Wazi with encouraging eyes and said, "Then, what do you want to say to your mother?"
What Sai Hongfu didn't expect was that as soon as she finished speaking, Shan Wazi immediately opened her mouth and started crying.
"Mom, I miss you, Mom, I miss you, oooh, I miss you, I want to go home, I want to eat the oily noodles you made by yourself, it's so delicious, I conquered Feicheng a while ago, and the regiment leader also invited us When I eat fried noodles, I hired the chef from Wushuanglou, but the chef’s cooking is not as authentic as yours. Wow... "
Seeing Shan Wazi crying and wiping away tears, He Guangming felt a little worried on his face.
This mother's mother's howling is like an unweaned baby. Doesn't it mean that she has lost the prestige of their independent group
He Guangming turned back to Xu Rui and said: "Captain, Shan Wazi just joined the army after the Nanjing Defense War. He is still a new recruit. He has never seen the world. How about someone else?"
"No need." Xu Rui flatly refused.
Xu Rui felt that Shan Wazi performed very well.
What's wrong with crying a few times? What's wrong with calling mother a few times? So what if you want to go home
This is a true expression of true feelings and the most authentic human nature. Not only is it not embarrassing, it is even more touching!
Soldiers are not born as soldiers. It is their mother who raises them from little babies learning to talk to adults, and develops them into tough men. The tears shed by Shan Wazi at this moment are the expressions of love for him at this moment. His mother's dependence can further highlight his bravery and inspire the common hatred among his compatriots.
Shan Wazi howled into the microphone for a while before finally turning to sobbing.
Sai Hongfu held Shan Wazi's right hand tightly and kept whispering comfort.
After sobbing for a while, Shan Wazi finally calmed down and asked Sai Hongfu, "Can you really say anything?"
Sai Hongfu smiled and nodded, and said to Shan Wazi, "Yes, whatever you want to say is fine."
Shan Wazi finally plucked up the courage and whispered into the microphone: "Mom, I'm really scared. I'm afraid that next time I go to the battlefield, I won't be able to come back, I won't be able to see you again, and I won't be able to eat from you anymore." The oil is all over your face, mother, you don’t know, the little devils are so vicious. In just one afternoon, there were only a dozen of us left out of more than 150 people, and the others were all dead, woo woo woo , Mom, I'm scared, I'm really scared, I want to go home..."
Hearing this, He Guangming couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to drag Shan Wazi away.
But before He Guangming stepped forward to take action, he was pulled away by Xu Rui. Xu Rui said: "Don't stop him, let him speak."
"Captain!" He Guangming's face turned green with anxiety and said, "Listen to what he said. He's afraid of being afraid. He's afraid of a ball. If a person dies, his eggs will fall into the sky. If he doesn't die for tens of millions of years, we can't let him. Discredit our independent group."
"Why are you smearing us? How did he smear our independent group?" Xu Rui said, "Shan Wazi said it well, let him say it."
"What are you talking about?" He Guangming looked at Xu Rui dumbfounded. His mind was a little confused, wasn't it? Shan Wazi was wiping his tears like a little daughter-in-law, saying that he was afraid of death and wanted to be a deserter. The regiment leader actually And you said what he said was good? Donkey said, where are all this? Has the head of the group been kicked out of his head
Of course, Xu Rui's brain was not kicked. In fact, it was just the opposite. Xu Rui was very sober at the moment. Xu Rui had even foreseen that Shan Wazi's true feelings would be all over the front pages of major newspapers tomorrow. Confession to Baban, the more Shan Wazi shows his nostalgia for the world at this moment, the more it reflects his bravery when he sets out on the battlefield!
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Dameishan Broadcasting Station's battlefield voiceover is not a live broadcast, but a recording.
It was still evening when Shan Wazi recorded at the Feicheng Communications Office, but when this broadcast was broadcast, it was already past ten o'clock that night.
When Liang Yixiao, Zheng Wen and more than a dozen girls rushed to the playground, they happened to hear Shan Wazi crying softly on the radio.
Soldiers usually give people a tough impression, as if they could use their backs to push back the sky if it fell, and as if they could be wiped out if the sky fell. However, now, they clearly heard a soldier making a radio broadcast. He was sobbing like a helpless child, calling his mother on the radio while sobbing.
In an instant, the maternal instincts of all the girls present were aroused. Including Zheng Wen and Liang Yixiao, the eyes of all the girls turned red and they were all about to cry. If time and space could be zoomed out, if that person on the radio The sobbing warrior was right in front of them, and they would definitely hold him in their arms without hesitation.
Especially when Shan Wazi helplessly shouted on the radio that he wanted to go home, the hundreds of girls at the scene finally couldn't bear it any longer, and all of them covered their mouths and started sobbing softly. For a moment, the whole playground of Wuhan University was full of people. It was sobbing, and hundreds of girls stood there covering their mouths and sobbing softly.
At this time, a deep female voice sounded on the radio.
"Dear listeners and patriotic compatriots, Voices from the Battlefield is a recorded program. I am very sorry and at the same time very sad to tell you that Shan Wazi who just called me mother and wanted to go home on the radio stopped in five minutes. Before, he died heroically in a night counterattack at the age of seventeen!"
"Here, I need to explain in particular that Shanwazi is a wounded soldier. He did not have to participate in tonight's counterattack. However, before the war, he found his company commander and insisted on participating in the battle. When the company commander asked With the reason, Shan Wazi said: My mother is looking at me!"
"Thank you to the listeners and all the compatriots. Today's broadcast of Dameishan Radio Station ends here. We will meet again at the same time tomorrow."
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Sun Changhe knocked on the door and walked into Gu Shutong's office, and found that Gu Shutong's eyes were actually red.
As if realizing his gaffe, Gu Shutong pretended to rub his eyes and said, "It seemed like a bug flew into my eye just now. Now that summer is here, there are more bugs."
Sun Changhe wanted to laugh, but found that he really couldn't.
Because until now, Sun Changhe is still immersed in the shock of the broadcast just now.
Sun Changhe never thought that an ordinary soldier and an ordinary recording could shock him so much! Especially when he heard the announcer on the radio saying that Shan Wazi had been killed in the counterattack, Sun Changhe found that he had a strong urge to cry.
At that moment, Sun Changhe really wanted to find a place to cry.
He wasn't crying for Shan Wazi. Soldiers like Shan Wazi died in countless battles every day. He simply couldn't cry. He wasn't crying for himself either. He hadn't died in battle yet, so what was there to cry about? Sun Changhe cried because of their mission as soldiers!
The mountains and rivers are broken, the country is ruined, no matter how scared they are in their hearts, no matter how nostalgic they are for this world, they still have to be ruthless and go to the battlefield, because they... have no choice!
"Chief, I want to join the front-line army!" Sun Changhe stood at attention and saluted.
"Do you want to go to the front-line army?" Gu Shutong looked deeply at Sun Changhe, nodded and said, "Okay, I agree, then you can go to the Wanzhong Advance Brigade and take my guards with you!"
"Yes!" Sun Changhe saluted again and turned around.
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As Xu Rui expected, the next day, major newspapers in Shanghai, Wuhan, Guangzhou, Chongqing and other major cities reported on Shan Wazi's deeds on their front pages.
The commentator who submitted the article even gave the article an extremely sensational title - The Tears of a Soldier.
In the introduction below the main title, the commentator of the application wrote: Last night’s broadcast on Dameishan Radio allowed everyone to see the fear of the soldiers, their weakness, their attachment to their mothers, and their attachment to their mothers. Let us see the tears of the soldiers... It turns out that the soldiers who are like steel in the minds of the Chinese people are actually real people. They are also afraid, weeping, and reluctant to leave their mothers.
However, no matter how fearful they were, no matter how reluctant they were to leave, our soldiers still resolutely stepped onto the battlefield, took up arms and launched a desperate fight with the Japanese invaders. Even if you die, you will have no regrets. Even if your body is broken into pieces, you will never look back.
So, what kind of force is supporting them? So that despite their hearts being filled with fear, they resolutely set foot on the battlefield? What kind of force is supporting them? They are obviously full of nostalgia for the human world, but they still resolutely choose to be shrouded in horse leather
Martyr Shan Wazi said, my mother is looking at me!
Yes, my mother is looking at me, and the motherland is looking at us!
As our mother's sons and as good sons and daughters of China, how can we just watch our mothers being bullied? How can we watch our motherland being raped by the Japanese invaders? Compatriots, stand up, fight, and use your iron fists to tell the Japanese invaders that although one mountain child falls, thousands of mountain children will come forward.
China will never be conquered! (To be continued.)