Growing up as a male god: After listening to the advice, I became a top-notch guy

Some time ago, Liu Zhenyang actually heard about the movie "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" produced by Nong Film.

After all, the Rong Film Research Institute and the Rong Film Group's office building are just across the street. During the filming of this film, the Nong Film Studio borrowed a lot of stock props from the Lao Rong Film Studio, and there was a lot of fuss.

Through the gossip of some colleagues in the group, Liu Zhenyang also vaguely heard that the script of this film had been released, and he solicited suggestions from netizens online for filming.

But the problem is that when all colleagues, including several producers within the company, talk about this matter, they all use a joking tone!

And although Liu Zhenyang is an outsider in filmmaking, he is a real expert in business management.

Most of the time, if the plot of a movie is not good, they 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 unflattering effect in the final film.

As we all know; the most important core of a good film and television work is always the story.

All technical means serve to tell a story with ups and downs.

Therefore, in Liu Zhenyang's opinion, the movie "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" is destined to be a bad movie that hits the street.

Why do you say that?

The story of this script is too "well-known". It has no new ideas at all and no suspense at all. The audience already knows the ending of the story almost as soon as the title is given.

With a subject like this...who are the more than 40,000 people online?

How boring do you have to be to watch such a core theme?

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

At this time, the plot on the screen has reached the second act;

After completing the explanation of the plot background and the status of Huang Jiguang as the protagonist of the story, the camera followed his perspective and entered the trenches.

Compared to the trench traffic outside, this place is dark and depressing. But for the soldiers, this tunnel, which has no windows, no light, and even the air seems to be solidified, is a rare place to relax.

Under the dim oil lamp, the soldiers who came down from the position to rest were enjoying this rare tranquility; some were giving haircuts to their comrades, some were sewing holes in their uniforms, some were nesting in the corner to catch up on their sleep, and some were working in twos and threes. They gathered together 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, I wrote a letter home with the help of my comrades.

"Mom, my son received a letter recently and he knows that his family is in good health. Although I have some difficulties here, please don't worry, mother. I think we are living a life of cattle and horse slaves under the oppression of feudal landlords. Although we have some difficulties now, we can get through it. . And then... it's still the same, happy days are still to come. What else do you want to write? "

Listening to his comrades reading the written replies, Huang Jiguang, who was illiterate, put down the rag that was wiping his submachine gun.

"Please help me ask if there is land reform in the family. How is my brother and sister-in-law giving birth? And my little brother...how is my little brother? What else did my mother say?"

"Oh, your mother asked you if the war is almost over and when you will be back."

"When will you come back..."

Chinese-style parents are always caring. They obviously care about their children who love them deeply throughout their lives, but there is only one "thinking" and one "love" that they never mention.

The concern in the letter is like a hook that grabs the heart, pulling the reader's thoughts back to his hometown;

That was the last night he stayed at home after drafting into the army.

The half-grown brother was slurping rice porridge, and the thin and kind mother was chewing hard buns.

"Eat, why don't you eat?"

"The army wants me... We will set off tomorrow, first to the 15th Army camp in Santai County, then to the Northeast, and finally to North Korea."

The mother's chewing movements were stiff at that moment, and the candlelight on the wooden table flickered in her eyes, which were too big due to her thinness.

There are other things flashing together. The main ingredients are reluctance and concern that started without separation.

The stiff chewing continued after a few seconds of silence.

However, this kind of chewing has lost its original function at this moment. Not for crumbling food, but for suppressing and choking.

"It's an honor to join the army..."

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

"It's an honor to join the army..."

The back of the loving mother appeared before his eyes, but the real scene was of tired comrades in the tunnel and the wounded who were restraining their groans.

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

boom……

The trembling of the tunnel and the muffled thunderous sound of cannons broke the rare tranquility in the tunnel.

Looking at the dust falling from the top of the tunnel, the young soldier put on his military cap and picked up the cleaned submachine gun.

"Tell my mother that I have to perform meritorious service before going back. If I don't perform meritorious service, I won't go to the battlefield."

Carrying a submachine gun, the figure in slightly loose and ill-fitting clothes walked to the exit of the tunnel.

Standing on a high place and looking around, the battlefield is shrouded in cold moons and cold stars, bursts of thunder tear through the sky, and the roar of cannons is continuous.

On the Ganling position on the dozens of kilometers long front, strings of tracer bombs, flares, and signal flares were flying in the air.

The screams of artillery shells and the muffled explosions echoed in the valley.

Looking at the extremely realistic special effects ballistics, as well as the flashes of light in the night and the dust clouds stirred 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 barrages of netizens that were constantly being refreshed in the interactive area.

"I blanch! I blanch! Art, this is real art!"

"The stupid Rongying Group will give him three million in production costs just for Mao? Give him the money and let them film! Let them film!"

"This back view, combined with this panoramic view of the battlefield, shocked my mother for a whole year! In a daze, I thought I was watching a Hollywood blockbuster! This is truly a waste of money! A three-million-dollar production For such a job to be done at such a low cost, the production team is awesome!”

"Damn Rongying Group, are you going to die of poverty? How many bad movies have Rongying produced over the years? Only this one is decent and has become an Internet giant! I'm afraid those in charge of investment are eating shit!"

Looking at the comments from netizens, Liu Zhenyang felt a green energy rising from the soles of his feet and heading straight to the top of his head!

For a moment, the mistress met his wife on the street and used her own money to buy gifts for Huang Mao. The complicated feelings of being scolded by Huang Mao for not giving him enough money arose in Liu Zhenyang's heart...

What a fuck!

These damn things were all shot with money approved by me. You’re looking at this without spending any money, and why are you still scolding me?

How can there be such a truth in the world!

"Is this movie good to watch?"

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

"Hahaha..."

"Um...cough."

Facing Liu Zhenyang's questioning, several production representatives averted their eyes for a while, and then laughed awkwardly.

"Actually, that's it..."

"Yes, the plot is old-fashioned and the story lacks suspense. From the beginning to now, it has been relying on war scenes to scare people..."

Seeing Liu Zhenyang's unfriendly expression, several production representatives grinned.

"It's just that most people can't take pictures..."

Just when Liu Zhenyang breathed a sigh of relief, someone murmured.

…

Amid the misfortune of the host... no, Liu Zhenyang, the story line of "Super Hero Huang Jiguang" continues;

On October 14, 1952, at 5:44, the 7th Infantry Division of the U.S. Eighth Army of the "United Nations Army" assembled at four artillery positions at Jixiongshan, Ganfengli, Seongjuhyeon, and Qianfoshan, M1A1 155mm howitzers, M1 8 More than 400 artillery pieces, including inch howitzers and M2A1 105mm howitzers, launched fierce bombings at the height of 597.9 in Shangganling.

As tons of artillery shells fell on 597.9 like a storm, the so-called showdown officially began!

The artillery shells as dense as hailstones instantly destroyed all the ground fortifications on the 597.7 Highland. Under the fierce artillery fire, the company responsible for defending the position hid in Tunnel No. 1 in Beishan.

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

The violent shock wave caused by the explosion swept everything, and the soldiers hiding in the tunnel were not safe. Their eardrums were torn, their internal organs were shattered as they leaned against the tunnel wall, and a partial collapse of the tunnel instantly buried an entire squad of soldiers.

The air is stirring, dust is flying, and under the ruthless artillery fire, people are like ants in a violent storm, enduring the baptism of lightning strikes in a narrow tunnel.

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

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang! I am Zhang Zhuang! Please answer if you hear me!!!"

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang! I am Zhang Zhuang. Please answer if you hear me. Please answer!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, the commander of the Sixth Company had blood streaming from his eardrums. He watched the soldiers with bitten lips fall to the ground after being injured by the shock wave, and roared in a changed tone.

However, on the ground position, the communication lines had long been severed by ruthless artillery fire.

"Zhang Zhuang, Zhang Zhuang, I am Li Zhuang! If you hear me, please answer me. If you hear me, please answer me!"

At the same time, in the regiment headquarters tunnel of the 135th Regiment, even though it was far away from the main shelling site, the tunnel was still shaken and the soil was flying. The regiment headquarters was also trying to contact 597.9.

However, the phone could not be connected, and there was no news from any of the correspondents sent out to communicate. The regiment commander, who had predicted that the enemy was about to launch a large-scale attack through fierce artillery fire, was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Save people quickly! First aid kit! Hurry!"

In a cloud of dust, the last communicator from the regiment was carried back to the headquarters tunnel 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.

Seeing the wounded, he quickly put his submachine gun behind his back and stepped forward to help.

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

A silence shrouded in deafening artillery fire filled the regiment headquarters.

Looking at the corpse of the correspondent whose legs were blown off and whose uniform was blown into cotton wool, the regiment commander looked at the people around him.

"Is there any correspondent in the regiment?"

"Report to the leader, no more, this is... the last one. Let me go!"

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

At this moment when frontline communications were blocked, Huang Jiguang, who was eager to serve, took that step.

Faced with Huang Jiguang's request, the regiment leader asked for the opinion of the Chief of Staff of the Sixth Company. After learning that Huang Jiguang's professional skills were excellent, he agreed to his request for action and assigned the task;

Connect the telephone circuit line of the forward position. If that fails, pass through the enemy's artillery blockade area and convey the order to "hold the position and the regiment will supply and reinforce the position after dark" to 597.9.

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

But before the two set off, the chief of staff stopped them.

"Have a cigarette."

"Chief of Staff, I don't know how to smoke!"

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

"Take it then, it can relieve pain... I don't need to say more about the situation. All our current communications have been cut off by local artillery fire, so the core of this mission is just four words - establish communications! If you can't connect, go The front finger of 597.9, what if the front finger is transferred?”

"We must send the order to the battlefield!"

"What if the position is also lost?"

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

"right!"

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

"We must act according to the situation, and everything is for the purpose of establishing communication, and come back alive! Jiguang, I know you want to make meritorious service, but you must remember, why do we join the army? It is not to make meritorious service, but to win this battle Let’s win!”

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

At this time, the barrage on Bizhan was already boiling.

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

When I saw Huang Jiguang, played by Li Youzhi, and Xiao Dengliang, played by Zhou Yuan, running out of the tunnel and rushing towards the direction of the smoke, there were tears in the barrage!

"Don't go, Jiguang! If you take this step, your life will start counting down! Wuwuwu, I know the ending of the story, but I still hope that he survives..."

"Why are my eyes filled with tears? Because I love this land and the people who have shed their blood for this land so deeply!"

"Such a simple plot, but I still feel excited when I watch it. Why? It's too thick! This film is shot with the style of the old Bayi Factory, with a plain narrative, without any fancy and useless plot, but it can always touch the hearts of the audience. The softest string."

"The director and screenwriter of this film should be fans of old movies. I suggest that directors and screenwriters who are making war movies now should also learn more... Many things do not need to be over-explained, and there is no need to use battlefield love or beautiful women. What is there to set off? Loving our motherland is a factory setting set by the Chinese!"

"I said earlier that the plot is simple and unobjective. The narrative of this film is very straightforward, but it is not simple at all! Before informatization, there were two field telephone lines; one was a straight line with the shortest distance, and the other was a backup to bypass the main battlefield. Detour line. As a veteran of the communications company, this is the first time I have seen the professional term detour line in a movie. It can be seen that the crew has worked hard on this aspect."

"I would like to add that the role of political cadres is finally reflected in this movie! Almost all the movies I have seen before show political cadres such as our political commissar, instructor, and chief of staff just shouting at comrades to fight with me. This is wrong.

The main job of our army's political cadres is to correct the thinking of soldiers and let them know why they are fighting! Like in the paragraph just now, the chief of staff reminded Huang Jiguang, who was eager to make meritorious deeds, that this was a typical ideological revision! Knowing why we fight is the real reason why all opponents don't understand why our soldiers are not afraid of death! It is precisely because of our political cadres that our army is a force that has faith and can fight tough battles! "

Beep!

Received amazing points, 50991 points!

In the school's editing room, Li Youzhi glanced at the comment section with trembling hands when he heard a system buzz next to his ear.

Seeing the comments coming from a group of netizens, he chuckled.

Just bear with it, why don't you guys say anything?

Can't bear it anymore?

That’s right!

When you feel good, you should... No, when you feel good, you should say it!

If you don't tell me, Brother Zhi won't be praised, so how can he be motivated?

With a coquettish smile, Li Youzhi, who had successfully used his work to open the mouths of netizens, stretched out as he saw that it was almost time for dinner.

The plot of the first half has officially begun here. Judging from the comments from netizens, the reputation of this drama has already been established.

cooked rice!

Putting down the mouse with satisfaction, Li Youzhi walked out of the editing room.

Behind him, on the web page that was still playing, the barrage was still rolling, and Huang Jiguang's mission... was still in progress;

Coming out of Tuan Point, Huang Jiguang and Xiao Dengliang walked along the circuitous line and soon found the broken line.

However, when the two quickly connected the line, they discovered that under the fierce enemy shelling, the telephone line had more than one breakpoint.

At this point in the mission, there was only one way left in front of the two of them - march towards 579.9, and use their legs and mouth to convey the regiment commander's orders to the frontline positions.

However, this journey is not easy.

Soon, the two men's actions attracted enemy fire.

Amidst the flying debris and dust raised by the shock wave, Xiao Dengliang rolled into a crater.

He watched helplessly as Huang Jiguang was shrouded in fragments raised by a shell, but the thin figure quickly got into the crater in the next second.

After quickly checking Huang Jiguang's body, Xiao Dengliang grinned when he saw his unharmed companion.

"It's a good thing you're small!"

"What did you say?"

"I said, it's a good thing you're small! You were right during the military inspection. Being small has its advantages!"

Panting violently, Huang Jiguang grinned in amusement as he listened to his comrades teasing loudly amid the deafening explosion.

His eyes became blurred amid the flying sand and the endless shelling that seemed to show off his wealth.

The military inspection... seems to be a long time ago...

"Why can't you be a soldier if you are small? There are many advantages to being small! If you are tall, you can walk and resist the wind. It costs food to eat and clothes to wear. On the battlefield, even the target looks bigger... I don't know what is good about being tall. ”

At the Military Inspection Office, Huang Jiguang, who was dismissed because of his small stature, argued, suffocating all the military inspection leaders into speechlessness.

Only the instructor who led the troops showed a smile.

"Have you ever suffered?"

"I have been hungry and cold since I was a child. Suffering is nothing new. But I know that we have just been liberated. If the American devils come, the days when we finally don't have to endure hardship will be gone. We will continue to suffer from hunger and suffering for generations to come. Freeze! This is what I’m afraid of!”

Looking at this little man with firm eyes, the instructor smiled silently - this was a kind of tacit approval.

Perhaps because of this stubbornness, Huang Jiguang put on the military uniform as he wished and accepted the training of new recruits.

He was selected as a correspondent, and his first task was to pass on passwords. The instructor called the vanguard and gave the command "An enemy battalion is found ahead, prepare to attack."

However, conveyed in a variety of dialects, the command reached Huang Jiguang, who was at the end of the team, and it had changed to "An enemy soldier is found in the front, prepare to celebrate."

The second task was to set up the line. The pacesetter in charge of the demonstration held the wire in his mouth, climbed up the wooden pile with quick movements, and connected the line. It took less than 20 seconds to go back and forth.

But when he arrived at Huang Jiguang, he could only hold the wooden stake and kick around, and he could not climb even an inch even with all his strength.

When it came time to learn communication theory, Huang Jiguang, who was illiterate, looked at the textbooks like reading from heaven. The teacher was giving a lecture on the stage, and he was looking around worriedly in the audience.

Only then did he realize that being a correspondent was not easy at all.

When the instructor called him out for additional training at night, Huang Jiguang, who was running with trembling legs, saw artillery fire in the distance.

Faced with his desire to be a combatant and aware of his shrinkage, the instructor who brought him into the army, the instructor who would lead the recruit company into the battlefield, gave a reply.

"No matter what you do, it's all about not going back to the days of hunger and cold. Learn more skills, don't go back, run forward!"

What the instructor said before leaving for the battlefield touched Huang Jiguang.

The suffering he suffered was far more than just hunger and cold. His father was oppressed to death by landlords using loan sharking, and he himself was oppressed by landlords in the same village since he was a child. He once had his face pressed into cow dung by a landlord because he failed to clean the cowshed. He once beat the landlord's dog to death in order to protect his younger brother, and was forced to keep the dog in mourning for three days, wearing sackcloth and mourning.

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

Those hurried footsteps prompted him to run over barbed wire fences that he couldn't climb, over those who couldn't understand theoretical knowledge, over wooden piles that were taller than two of him stacked together, over the commendation of the skill pacesetter, and over the company of recruits. The big red flower that shoots first...

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

His hurried footsteps also led him to meet his former guide on a hillside - the instructor of the recruit company, who has now become the instructor of the division's reconnaissance battalion.

The division where the instructor was located also lost contact with the front line. All the comrades who were sent to investigate were no longer heard from. Only the instructor saved his life.

He recounted his experiences along the way in a trance, and did not forget to teach Huang Jiguang and others the experience of dodging shells - keep your body to the ground, otherwise you will be injured. Don't get your feet too close, otherwise they will 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 turned into a three-person group and continued towards the position.

On the way to the main peak of Shangganling, the trench pits were filled with the corpses of comrades. The remains of flesh and blood were caught in the rubble. Every corpse that died was a living comrade yesterday.

Among the corpses, Huang Jiguang saw an acquaintance from his past - the technical pacesetter who once completed the wiring in twenty seconds, the communicator of the 135th Regiment of the 45th Division of the 15th Army.

A survivor was also found among the corpses - Zhao Kechun, who was lucky enough to be uninjured, but was shaken by shellshock and began to fear the battlefield.

With their traumatized comrades and despite the enemy's renewed artillery fire, Huang Jiguang and the others finally arrived at Tunnel No. 2 at Highland 597.9.

During the eight hours when communication with the outside world was completely cut off, in order to hold the last No. 2 position, the entire company fought until only the last five active soldiers were left.

Facing the enemy who launched another charge on the mountainside, the instructor gave Xiao Dengliang the task of returning to deliver the message, leaving Zhao Kechun, who had suffered a mental breakdown, in the tunnel, and took Huang Jiguang up.

The gunshots outside the tunnel exploded like exploding beans, and the impact of the grenade explosion caused echoes in the tunnel.

These sounds merged into waves of low roars in Zhao Kechun's mind, like the roar of a demon.

He curled up, cried, trembled...

Until a word of "comrade" brought him back from his trembling.

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

"Comrade, are you injured too?"

The wounded soldier leaning against the wall of the tunnel groped for a while in his tattered military uniform, and handed a snow-white first aid kit to the direction from which the cry came.

"I also have... a first aid kit here, you can use it..."

Looking at the comrade with his eyeballs hanging in his sockets without even bothering to bandage them, and then seeing the brand new snow-white first aid kit, Zhao Kechun trembled his lips and picked up the gun on the ground...

Position No. 2 outside the tunnel was at the end of its rope.

There is no distinction between weapon systems in the trenches. Mosin Nagant, Type 50 submachine gun without drum magazine, Garand eight grains, M1 carbine... Our own guns and the collected enemy guns are mixed together, but They all have one thing in common at this moment - lack of ammunition.

Click, click!

The M1911 pistol made a crisp trigger sound.

Bang! Bang! Ding~

Badali also announced with a crisp popping sound that it was out of stock.

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

The weapon in the instructor's hand has turned into a fire stick, and the Type 50 in Huang Jiguang's hand, which kept jamming after getting stuck in the sand, also emptied the last bullet after a burst of emergency troubleshooting.

The tall figure of the US military has already rushed to the position.

After a round of shooting, a burst of blood burst out from the bodies of the last few warriors holding on to the tunnel.

Just when Huang Jiguang was entangled with an American soldier who rushed up and it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, a burst of Type 50 explosions accompanied by a loud roar became a ballast stone on the position.

The dense bullets and Zhao Kechun who suddenly rushed out forced the U.S. troops who had not yet established a stable footing and thought they had backup on the position to retreat.

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

laugh……

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

"Huang Jiguang, Zhao Kechun, lie down!"

Boom, boom!

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

Another shot exploded in front of the instructor.

…

"Dear volunteer brothers, you have worked hard! Your positions have been destroyed by 300,000 artillery shells. Think of your families, children, and give up resistance as soon as possible... There is hot water and food here... You can be guaranteed Safety……"

The enemy's surrender broadcast was blaring. Huang Jiguang, who was in the tunnel, picked up the ground wire of the walkie-talkie and, sweating profusely, laboriously inserted the ground wire of the walkie-talkie into the mountain of the tunnel.

"Li Zhuang Li Zhuang, I am Zhang Zhuang! Please reply if you receive it! Please reply if you receive it!"

The call made a muffled echo in the empty tunnel, but there was no response from the walkie-talkie.

"Jiguang..."

A weak call sounded 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 voice using his hands and feet.

Crawling to the instructor's side on hands and feet, Huang Jiguang tightly grasped the instructor's bloody palm.

Looking at the instructor's terrifying face with flesh and blood spread out, his nasal voice became thicker.

"Instructor, I'm here."

"Wipe the blood on the gun... clean, otherwise, it won't be used..."

"Wipe it off, instructor, I wiped it off."

Looking at the instructions coming from flesh and blood, Huang Jiguang clutched the hand as if desperately, and nodded.

Tears, along with sweat and blood, fell from his trembling face.

"Instructor, you go ahead and smoke. I'll light a cigarette for you. The chief of staff said that smoking can relieve pain, and it won't hurt anymore..."

As if grasping a life-saving straw, he took out the crumpled half-box of "Big Production" from his pocket with trembling hands.

He took one out and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, the box of matches he took out with the cigarette was stained red by the instructor's blood.

laugh……

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

Sparks flickered and went out, until the cigarette was wet with tears and snot, and no match could ignite the fire.

"Don't cry, no soldier sheds tears... Jiguang..."

Amid his uncontrollable sobs, the instructor pressed his bloody palm to his chest and stretched his broken fingers into his jacket pocket with great effort.

However, as soon as he took out half of the letter from his pocket, his hand stopped there.

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

Tsk...tsk...tsk...

The wet match heads kept making soft chirping noises, and until the last stick was used up, Huang Jiguang threw himself down on the body that had dried up the blood. He tightly grasped the stiff hand and the letter stained red with blood.

"Huifang, thank you for your letter. I wonder how everything is going well at home these days. I am very relieved to see that my son can walk alone when you wrote last time. I am very sorry that I have not been able to see my son so far. Everything is fine here. Please You don’t need to worry too much. Nowadays, the headquarters pays special attention to logistics support. We have enough to eat and wear warmly. Huifang, please take good care of your family and yourself. I won’t talk more about it. Let’s stop here. I believe that the war will be won soon. The family can be reunited.”

Following the instructor's letter, the camera pans across.

In another tunnel, Xiao Dengliang, who had returned to the regiment to report back, was passing through the field hospital in the tunnel.

It was like a hell on earth.

The wounded soldiers were groaning one after another, and the corpses had filled the ground of the tunnel.

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

"Second sister, my brother's battle is going very well. I hope you don't worry about me..." "Sister, brother, we know each other like we know each other. Is everything in the whole family okay recently..."

"Sister, more than 90% of the city here has been bombed. I can't imagine all this happening in my hometown..." "Our company rushed into the enemy's position with a ratio of one to twenty-four soldiers... "

"Sister Xiuzhi, I have received your letter, which has given me great encouragement and education..." "Kid Wang Jianguo, uncle has received the red scarf and letter you sent. I learned that you are studying in a spacious classroom, uncle. Very happy..."

"Mom, seeing a word is like seeing a face... Everything is fine with me here..."

The camera moves forward along with Xiao Dengliang's sweaty back, passing over the bloody corpses and the blood-stained letters, amid the deep and slow background music and the murmur of accents from all over the world. , the picture gradually darkened.

"Super Hero Huang Jiguang·Part 1", completed.

Shake your hands and stand beeping.

In tears, looking at a line of small white characters in the black screen, the netizens who were completely affected by the plot and silent in that cruel battlefield... were completely blown away!

PS: Damn, this chapter took a day to write! Eight thousand six, the plot is complete, you idiot won’t lie to anyone today!