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Hankou Dragon King Temple, Jianghan Voice Live Broadcast Room.
In front of Xiao Bing, there were several pieces of paper placed.
On the paper is a long list, the list of fallen soldiers in the Battle of Hankou.
On these lists, several familiar names were highlighted with red pen.
Seeing these names, Xiao Bing's beautiful eyes instantly turned red, and she tried her best to control her tears from falling.
After a long while, Xiao Bing finally calmed down, then turned on the device and said into the microphone: "To the soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison, to the audience and friends from all over China, and to the overseas Chinese, I am very sorry to tell you. , this will be the last broadcast of Jianghan Voice!"
"Because the battle to defend Wuhan has entered its final moments!"
"Tomorrow, the Wuhan defense war will end. Either we win, or we lose!"
"If we lose, Wuhan will fall, and the Japanese will definitely not allow the Voice of Jianghan to continue to exist."
"If we win, the Japanese army will be defeated, the troops of the Wuhan Garrison Region will launch a counterattack against the Japanese army along with the main force of the Fifth Theater Zone, and Jianghan Voice will also be suspended!"
"So, this will be the last program of our Jianghan Voice."
"However, this program will last for more than twenty-four hours, from now until tomorrow evening!"
"During these twenty-four hours, I will always accompany you in the live broadcast room and update you on the latest battle situation in Hankou and Hanyang!"
¡°Before starting today¡¯s official program, I would like to read a list to you first!¡±
"Cui Fengjin, Cai Guanjun, Lu Qianyi, Li Weizhou"
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??Chashuping, Guixi, Jiangxi.
The gray-haired mother Yang was mending the torn clothes under the dim oil lamp.
On the tree coffee table in front of Yang¡¯s mother, there is the radio donated by the county.
On the radio, the host Xiao Bing was reading a long list in a low tone.
"Qiao Huanan, Qin Muhan, Liu Dianqing, Yang Jinqiu"
Hearing the words Yang Jinqiu, Yang¡¯s mother¡¯s hands trembled violently, and the sharp sewing needle pierced her thumb, but Yang¡¯s mother did not feel it at all.
Although Xiao Bing did not say what this list means.
However, Mother Yang had already had a premonition that her little Qiu'er had already died for the country!
In an instant, turbid tears burst out of Yang's eyes, dripping down and soaking the skirt of her chest.
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At the same time, in Jiujianlang Village, Tongshan County, Hubei Province, Xiang¡¯s family.
Dinner has been eaten, Father Xiang is squatting on the steps smoking a cigarette, Mother Xiang is washing dishes in the kitchen, and Hehua is feeding Xiao Pomegranate millet porridge.
On the dining table, there is a radio given by the county office.
The host on the radio was reading the names one by one.
Although the host Xiao Bing did not say what kind of list this is, whether it is Dad Xiang, Mom Xiang or He Hua, they all know what kind of list this is.
They just hope that Xiang Guanying will not appear on this list.
Therefore, it seems that the three of them are not listening much, but in fact, all their attention is on the broadcast, and they are all waiting in agony for the list to be read out.
"Xu Renzhi, Hou Maoxuan, Xiang Guanying"
Hearing the words Xiang Guanying, Xiang¡¯s eyes suddenly froze.
Mother Xiang, who was scooping out water with a wooden spoon, also trembled with her hands, and the wooden spoon fell to the ground with a clatter.
Tears welled up in Lotus's beautiful eyes, and she had to hold back to keep from crying. However, she couldn't control the tears, and they fell down, falling on Little Pomegranate's face.
"Little Pomegranate is still young and has no idea why her mother is crying.
"I just stretched out a pair of chubby little hands, touched my mother's face, and screamed hoarsely.
After a long while, Xiang came over to his mother, took the pomegranate from Hehua's arms, and said distressedly: "Hehua, if you want to cry, just cry loudly, don't hold it back."
"Auntie, I'm going to feed the pigs." Hehua picked up the swill bucket and rushed out the door.
A moment later, Lotus¡¯s suppressed cries came from the direction of the pig pen, and her liver and intestines were broken.
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In Chongqing, the headquarters operations hall.
Principal Chang and a group of senior generals were also there??This list.
After a long time, the list was finally finished, and Xiao Bing added: "Careful friends must have discovered that in the list I just read, there are many names that we have heard of before."
"Yes, they are the eighteen veterans who came to our Jianghan Voice live broadcast room yesterday and told everyone their true feelings!"
"How I wish this list was fake!"
"How I wish that Company Commanders Yang and Xiang did not sacrifice their lives!"
"How I hope that Mother Yang has not lost her only son!"
"You may not know yet, but more than two months ago, Company Commander Yang Jinqiu's eldest brother died on the battlefield in Hunan and Jiangxi. Company Commander Yang is Mama Yang's only relative in the world!"
"How I wish that Captain Xiang is still alive! Then Lotus doesn't have to lose her true love, Little Pomegranate doesn't have to lose her father's love at an infancy, and Xiang's father and Xiang's mother don't have to bear the pain of the white-haired man. Black-haired man¡¯s pain!¡±
"But, what I want to say is, this is war! Things like spending time together, having a full moon, and family reunions only appear in dramas and movies. In real wars, they don't exist at all!"
"At this moment, I just want to sing a song to express my feelings!"
"I would like to dedicate this song to the soldiers of the Chinese army who died on the battlefield in Wuhan, to all the soldiers who died on the battlefield of the Anti-Japanese War, and to their relatives!"
After a moment of pause, Xiao Bing¡¯s voice and singing sounded again on the radio.
"Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back. Do you understand? Do you understand?"
"Maybe I will fall down and never get up again. Do you still want to look forward to it forever?"
"If this is the case, don't be sad. Our blood-stained style is on the flag of the Republic."
"Perhaps my eyes will never open again. Do you understand my silent feelings?"
"Maybe I will sleep forever and never wake up again. Do you believe that I turned into a mountain?"
"If this is the case, don't be sad. The soil of the Republic contains the love we have given."
Listening to Xiao Bing's low and sad singing, I imagined that one after another national army soldiers bid farewell to their relatives, stepped onto the battlefield, and then were shot and sacrificed on the battlefield, closing their eyes forever and never waking up again. Many senior party and state officials present The general couldn't help but burst into tears and burst into tears.
Principal Chang also turned his head away violently, not daring to let anyone look at his eyes.
Because at this moment, Principal Chang¡¯s eyes were filled with tears.
Since becoming an adult, Principal Chang has lost count of how long it has been since he shed tears.
But at this moment, Principal Chang couldn't control it. He just wanted to cry loudly! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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