At four o'clock in the morning the next day, the members of the propaganda team had already gotten up and started preparations for the broadcast. However, today's broadcast was different from the daily broadcasts of Dameishan Radio Station, because the daily broadcasts of Dameishan Radio Station were aimed at
It was ordinary people in Central China, but today's battlefield broadcasts are aimed at the Japanese army.
Liang Yixiao walked into the temporary studio and said to a female soldier who was debugging equipment: "Yuko, is there any problem?"
"Hai." The female soldier quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Liang Yixiao, and then said, "Director, I am ready and can turn on the broadcast at any time."
Liang Yixiao raised his wrist to look at the time and said, "It's still early, wait for another hour."
"Hai." The female soldier named Yuko bowed again, and then sat back in front of the broadcasting equipment.
After coming out of the studio, Liang Yixiao called a female soldier who was writing a script outside and asked: "Tingting, I came up with a wonderful idea last night, please remember it."
The female soldier named Tingting immediately stopped writing, raised her head and asked: "Sister Xiaoxiao, please tell me."
Liang Yixiao said: "We will also add an advertising column to the radio. Yes, it is advertising."
"Communication column?" Tingting jotted down her name, and then asked, "What is the specific method of reporting?"
Liang Yixiao said: "Just find some veterans and let them speak into the microphone their deepest feelings."
Tingting said: "Sister Xiaoxiao, we already have this column. Veterans have something to say. Isn't it just this kind of confession column?"
"Tingting, you are confused again, aren't you? This is a battlefield broadcast, not the daily broadcast of our Dameishan Radio Station." Liang Yixiao rolled his eyes at Tingting and continued, "This battlefield broadcast is aimed at the Japanese on the opposite side.
, let our veterans say a few words to the little devil on the other side."
"What good words can I say?" Tingting covered her mouth and smiled, "I must have scolded you when I came up."
"You can't curse your mother." Liang Yixiao shook his head and said, "This is a good thing. Let our veterans speak from the bottom of their hearts to the Japanese on the opposite side. Moreover, they must use civilized language and find those with higher education levels to express their feelings.
Those who are capable should not come to your family to behave like a donkey."
Tingting stuck out her tongue and said oh.
After Liang Yixiao turned around and walked away, Tingting dared to make a face at Liang Yixiao's back, and then whispered, what's wrong with our family called Donkey? Although our family called Donkey is not handsome enough and doesn't seem to go to school, but he understands
He is considerate, and every time when I am unhappy, he will go out of his way to make me happy, which is fine.
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At 5:30 in the morning, Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi climbed out of the tent despite the cold wind.
It was not because the two of them wanted to get up so early, but because they wanted to cooperate with the reporters accompanying the army to pose for photos.
The captain of the 108th Infantry Regiment, Miyata Jiro, has already reported the heroic deeds of Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi to the division headquarters, who in turn reported it to the Central China Dispatch Army Headquarters. Kawabe Shozo was there.
After learning this news, Dang even decided to use Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi as examples.
But this time, it is no longer a negative example, but a positive example.
Therefore, after obtaining the consent of the commander of the Central China Condemnation Army, Nishio Hiszo, Kawabe Shozo issued an order to upgrade the ranks of Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi by four levels, directly from superior private to second lieutenant.
This is very rare in the Japanese army, which always ranks based on seniority. After the news spread, it immediately alarmed the reporters accompanying the army.
So in the past few days, reporters from all walks of life have been coming to the two people, interviewing them first, and then taking pictures. Some of the more demanding military reporters will make requests, asking Ono Roku and Akita Oto to pose, because they will be interviewed today.
The reporter was a reporter from the Asahi Shimbun. He had a great background and made the most requests.
A reporter from the Asahi Shimbun requested that they take a series of battlefield photos of Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi with the Osaka Division Artillery Regiment conducting cluster artillery attacks as the background, in order to show the earth-shattering violent aesthetics.
Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi don't understand the aesthetics of violence, but they do understand that they must have a good relationship with the media.
Today, the Osaka Division will officially begin its attack on Pucheng. The first round of artillery bombardment by the 104th Field Artillery Regiment is set at six o'clock in the morning, and the bombardment will last for forty minutes. When the bombardment ends, the infantry participating in the attack will also
Having already eaten breakfast, it was time to launch the attack when the energy was at its strongest.
Therefore, Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi had to get up at half past five in the morning.
The barracks of the 108th Infantry Regiment was next to a river. Akita Otoichi used a helmet to bring water from the river for Ono Roku and him to wash. Ono Roku had the habit of listening to the radio and brought a radio with him.
While washing up, Ono Shiliu turned on the radio and started tuning the channel out of habit.
Ono Roku usually only listens to a few radio stations: Asahi, Empire, and Greater East Asia. However, when the FM passed an unfamiliar frequency band, a pleasant female voice suddenly came from the radio, which turned out to be Japanese! Ono Roku came
Once you regain your energy, turn the fine-tuning knob, and the sound on the radio will immediately become clearer.
"Good morning, warriors of the 104th Division."
"Today is the first broadcast of Pu County Battlefield Radio."
"First of all, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mizuhara Yuko."
"Like you, I am Japanese, from Chiyoda, Tokyo."
Hearing this, Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi couldn't help but have an illusion, and thought it was the radio station of the Osaka Division.
Ono Roku couldn't help but turn around and said to Akita Otoichi: "When did our division commander become so sensible? He actually thought of setting up a battlefield radio station to relieve our loneliness and boredom?"
Akita Otoichi frowned and said, "But why do I feel that it doesn't look like our radio station?"
"You'll know if you listen next." Ono Shiliu didn't take it seriously, brushing his teeth on his helmet and continuing to listen.
The sweet female voice on the radio continued: "Warriors of the Osaka Division, I feel it is necessary for me to tell you that although I am a Japanese, my position is on the side of the Chinese.
, I believe that the so-called Holy War in Greater East Asia is basically a war of aggression, and it is an unjust war."
Ono Shiliu's hand that was brushing his teeth immediately stopped there, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"It's an enemy station!" Akita Otoichi said, "Ono-san, it's the station of the Dameishan Independent Regiment. Turn it off quickly!"
"Why?" Ono Shiliu's movements only paused for a moment, and then immediately returned to the original state. Then he continued to brush his teeth and said, "Just listen, what does it matter?"
"That's right, what does it matter if you listen to it?" Another voice suddenly came.
Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi turned around in shock, only to see that a dozen soldiers had gathered behind them. These dozen soldiers were all listening, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with listening to the enemy. As expected, the thinking of these Osaka merchants was the same.
The little devils in remote places like Kyushu and Shikoku are very different.
The female voice on the radio sounded again: "Although our positions are different, we come from the same country, speak the same words, and sing the same songs, so let us put aside those worries for the time being and let us listen.
A beautiful cherry blossom song, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, under the clear sky in March..."
The familiar and beautiful Shi Lu flowed out from the radio. Ono Shiliu, Akita Otoichi and a dozen or so Japs began to sing along. Then, more Japs were attracted by the singing and joined in.
In less than a moment, no less than a hundred people had gathered around, and more Japanese soldiers were coming after hearing the news.
In a boring military camp, enjoying radio and music is simply a great luxury.
Although many officers discovered it, they were too lazy to ask. Firstly, Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi were already second lieutenants, so they had no power to manage them. Secondly, they were not opposed to letting officers and soldiers listen to music before the battle.
, first try to relax as much as possible, so that you can be more energetic after going to the battlefield.
In a sense, listening to music is similar to finding comfort women.
The cherry blossom song ended soon. The surrounding Japanese soldiers were still unfinished, and Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi were even more unfinished. However, there was no time. The 104th Field Artillery Regiment would soon start the first round of shelling today.
, a text reporter from the Asahi Shimbun, and a photojournalist have also come over.
At that moment, Ono Shiliu put away the radio and followed the reporter to the position of the 104th Field Artillery Regiment.
The time cards of the two field reporters were very accurate. Almost as soon as the four of them arrived, the 104th Field Artillery Regiment immediately started the bombardment. The shooting at Zhu Yuan had been calibrated yesterday afternoon and was based on high-altitude thermal observations.
It was measured by balloon, so there was no need for trial shooting. It was a large-scale artillery attack.
At this time, it was still dark, and when the cannons were firing, the flames ejected from the muzzles were extremely eye-catching.
Looking at the muzzle flames blooming in the night sky for the first time, the photographers of the Asahi Shimbun quickly became excited. They first captured a few panoramic photos, and then began to pose for photos of Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi.
While posing for Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi, the photographer said: "Ono-san, Akita-san, I tell you, this photo must be taken well, because our Asahi Shimbun is a broadsheet distributed to all Japan. By then,
Everyone in the entire empire will see your photos. If you don't try to be more heroic in your photos, it will be a trivial matter for you to lose face. It would be bad if you damage the image of the Imperial Japanese Army. If that happens, I will lose my job."
Ono Roku and Akita Otoichi were like puppets, posing one by one according to the photographer's requirements, but they had no idea that a black gun was pointed at them five hundred meters away.