This morning was a carnival for the vast land of the kingdom.

The newspapers, with long essays, published a large number of articles written by journalists on the front line, and were passionately published. In fact, many journalists invited to Ling Pizhou East Command have the same routines, but they were just busy stacking together the number of enemies annihilated and the names of the officers of the Black Hawk Army who were killed.

Even some reporters saw that their colleagues had finished writing everything they should write, so they simply started to think about the corpses of the Black Hawk Army officers placed in the small courtyard of the headquarters. For example, the description of Wei Fengling also added a five-short figure, which was only 1.6 feet long but 0.7 feet wide, just like a lot of jokes such as wine jars. If you write about Wei Fengling, then I will write about Zhang Dongqun, and he wrote about Zou Yun. Anyway, I will try not to repeat it.

Moreover, it is better to write each one than the other. It is a pity to make them become journalists, so it is almost the same for them to write biography.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that they could not interview any valuable clues at Lingpizhou East Command. Many staff and chiefs of the headquarters far away from the front actually knew not much information than journalists far away from the front. Except for the 12th Division's victory telegram and a row of Black Hawk Army officers' bodies, everyone could only rely on guessing and confusing.

But don’t say that these articles that are seriously versatile and have a wide audience. Because the massive amount of data on killing enemies is so exciting! Especially the characteristics of the Black Hawk General General written by the reporters have even hit a lot of people’s excitement, and they can’t help laughing out loud as they look at it.

Only the beautiful reporter who has been following Commander Liu and the 12th Division is considered an alternative. Her "Liu Xueyuan Battlefield Diary" rarely records victory, and rarely describes the wise and magical martial arts of the general of the Kingdom. Her pen will always stay with the figures of the cute warriors she thinks are.

"Liu Xueyuan Battlefield Diary: Bloody Battle of Jiangrui Mountain"

"It was a bloody night. The Black Hawk Empire Army, which had been hit by the frustration of two consecutive days, was approaching madness. Even if night fell, they did not intend to stop the attack. The crazy artillery fire exploded on the front line less than 500 meters away from me, making half of the sky red.

In such a place, it is almost impossible for anyone to survive, especially when I saw the sandbag fortifications that had been hard-working by the soldiers before, and the officers and soldiers of the 17th Division who were hiding behind disappeared in the smoke of gunpowder. I thought the second trench and the soldiers around me would wait for the Black Hawk Army's artillery fire to end.

But I was wrong. The one who was stationed on the position was finished. The major battalion commander, not far from me, was like a cold butcher. With the order, another platoon of soldiers rushed towards the position that could melt the rocks under the leadership of their platoon leader.

Then, in just ten minutes, the infantry platoon that rushed to the position was finished again. He waved his hand again, and another infantry platoon rushed to the position.

I know that when you see this diary, you must want to scold him for being cold-blooded, and so do I. However, I can only cry silently.

Because, I know even more that the major battalion commander's face covered with smoke was like a piece of iron, but his heart felt more painful than you and me. Because, he was the brother who had eaten and slept with him for several years, and he was his soldiers in his hometown of Hu County, Fuhongzhou. One third of the battalions could reach relatives with each other.

But he had to do this. Even if there was only one soldier left on the position after artillery fire, he could use his gun in his hand to delay the crazy charge of the Black Hawk Empire Army, and wait until the subsequent troops arrived. Otherwise, the position would be lost.

During the battle, I asked him: If the Black Hawk Imperial Army's artillery kept stopping, would you still do that?

He nodded without hesitation: Yes!

"Then, your brothers were all killed in battle. Have you ever thought about what to do?"

"Then, there will be me on the position. I'm gone, so the regiment commander should find a way."

His answer was as cold and decisive as he had just issued military orders.

But I cried. It was as if I was watching the artillery fire, teams of soldiers set out without hesitation in the sound of orders, rushed to the mortal position, and then fell down in the flames, crying.

Perhaps, on this night when I burst into tears, the only thing that made me happy was that I heard that a soldier from the 5th Company of the 102nd Regiment, who had thought that the entire army had been wiped out, was still alive and returned to Jiangrui Mountain with great difficulty.

However, when I returned to the division headquarters excitedly, what I saw was a group of generals standing like sculptures. In front of them, a soldier covered in black gauze was squatting.

The soldier hugged his head and cried as if no one was around. The general stood by like a sculpture.

To be honest, I have been on the front line for a long time and I have seen men like steel. Even if my arms and legs are broken by shells, they may feel very painful, they may moan or even cry loudly, but I have never seen a man crying so sadly, the sky collapses and the earth is like a child.

As a woman, I can feel that the fragility of the soldier who was covered in scars came from the fragility in his heart, not the wound on his body.

But the generals were like parents who loved their children. While standing there, they were so anxious that they were at a loss, and their eyes were sad and ended.

Without the heroic spirit or the strength as imagined, the only soldier who survived from the main peak of Snowflake Mountain showed me his fragility with his hissing cry.

But how could he not be fragile?

Li Xigua, a soldier who returned from the main peak of Xuehua Mountain, could not find anyone who could prove his identity. Yes, his squad was gone, his squad, he was gone, and even he was gone. He followed the sound of gunfire and cannons and returned from Xuehua Mountain to Jiangrui Mountain. However, what he did not expect was that his camp was gone.

Just before he returned, his battalion commander, the army major Li Zijin, who was in my previous article, personally led the last infantry platoon to reinforce the front line and was seriously injured. His infantry battalion only survived less than twenty people, and all were transferred to field hospitals.

His group, the 102nd group, plus him, had less than 200 people. The group was gone.

On this battlefield, the people who can know him are gone. The people who can shout his name are gone. The people who can hold his neck and shout him are gone.

He was completely alone.

This is sacrifice. The number of casualties in the eyes of generals is invisible to ordinary people.

When my battlefield diary was published, I thought, it was time for victory and for everyone to cheer. However, I would like to invite all the people, when cheering, not to forget us soldiers, and please treat their families well. Only in this way can their sacrifice be without regrets."

"Liu Xueyuan Battlefield Diary: Yinan Village Air Battle"

"Liu Xueyuan Battlefield Diary: Beizhaoguan Blocking Battle"

Each of the beautiful reporter's battlefield diaries records the joys and sorrows of the little people on the front line, and records the most real battlefield.

It is like a clear stream, but it is unforgettable, as if it is putting a person in a battlefield full of artillery fire. Everyone who has read her article knows that victory is coming, but it is not as easy as imagined, and it is also obtained through huge sacrifices.

Especially the sentence mentioned in her article: Why do you often have tears in your eyes? Because you have a deep love for this land. It was even more popular all over the country for a while.

The writing style is passionate and true, and it is not lacking in romance and gentleness, which conforms to all the aesthetic views of people at this time. The beautiful reporter completely became the national goddess of the kingdom of this era. Especially the combination of Captain Liu, the Iron Blood Captain and the beautiful girl with outstanding literary talent, which has aroused the imagination of countless good things.

This may be the greatest bad habit of human beings. No matter when, they still have to worry about the messy things of men and women.

It was a big trouble for Captain Liu. When the newspapers were flying all over the country, there was almost no traffic jam in the field radio signal channel of his independent regiment headquarters.

In fact, there were too many telegrams.

There are royal capitals, Haicheng front lines, Wubin city, Lingpizhou, and... naturally it is Qiu Tongzhou.

Langpang can ignore the congratulatory messages from superiors, advice from elders, or gossip like Gao Guiqing, Langpang can ignore it for now, but the women from Qiu Tongzhou must call each one, otherwise, just one of his mother will be out of food and she will be unable to bear it, not to mention that one is his wife and the other is the president who provides various military equipment.

The whole kingdom is trapped in a sea of ​​joy, and only Langfa is alone in a state of turmoil? That's not.

If anyone is more miserable than Langpang, I'm afraid it's Shen Zhi.

The merciless rebuke from the base camp made the face of the Black Hawk Empire Army General as if he had thrown the face to the ground, and he stamped it with his feet. Basically, he was shameless.

Although there is no substantial evidence in the newspapers of the Kingdom people due to technical limitations - the photos appear, the slightly wise Black Hawk Empire knows that it will be a matter of time sooner or later.

The reason is that some bad reporters in the kingdom are so fucked by being too bastard, and they hardly use any photos. The description of the short figure, like a wine jar, Lieutenant General Wei Fengling's appearance is vividly displayed on the paper, and the two idiots Zhang Dongqun and Zou Yun were both vividly described by the unscrupulous literati in the kingdom.

It is hard to believe that they were not fabricated against real people but out of thin air. You should know that it was not the height characteristics left by the three idiots who shamed the empire when they were in school at Army University, and even those who are quite familiar with them did not know what their height was.

Of course, the war correspondents gathered at the Eastern Pizhou Command of Lingling really couldn't get useful information, and there were still a few hours left to release the newspaper. They still had to find another way to find a way? The little Wei Fengling was still the one who took the ruler and measured it bit by bit. The data was accurate and there would never be any mistakes.

It can be said that it was these guys who were eager to seek medical treatment and used their delicate writing skills to portray the Black Hawk Empire's appearances as lieutenant generals and colonels who were killed, which saved them a lot of effort to seek the truth. Although there were still many arrogant Black Hawk Empire politicians who were still unwilling to admit that the 20th Division was over, in fact, they already believed it in their hearts.

Shen Zhi is one of them.
Chapter completed!