Everyone gathered behind Lin Huowang, watching him write word by word intently.
"What a pleasure! Blow up those Japs from the Yamaqi Battalion."
"Li Yunlong is a real man. He actually dared to challenge the Japanese officers of the Shanqi Battalion to a one-on-one duel."
"It's a pity that the Japanese officer was a coward and a coward."
"You are all wrong. Li Yunlong is taking this opportunity to buy time for the soldiers doing earthworks!"
"Charge forward! Li Yunlong's independent regiment's earthwork work has brought them close to the Japanese. They are close enough for hand grenades to be thrown."
"Great! These are the ten boxes of grenades that Li Yunlong tricked Zhang Wanhe from the logistics department! We should really give him more..."
"Throw it out! Blow it up! Blow up these little devils to death."
"All dead! So many grenades, thrown accurately. Haha! Let these little devils be so arrogant..."
"Huh! The battle of Lijiapo is finally over. Unfortunately, Li Yunlong still failed to duel with the Yamaqi Japanese officer in the end. The latter was directly killed by a grenade."
"Xiao Jing, your father is such a fool. If he had sent Li Yunlong earlier, the battle would have ended long ago.
We had to drag it out until there were heavy casualties, and so many soldiers died in vain."
"That's right! Xiaojing, we don't mean to say bad things about Uncle Chen. He is responsible for the huge sacrifices in this battle."
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After reading the first chapter written by Lin Huowang, several second-generation people were all very happy to learn that the battle of Lijiaopo came to an end with the attack of Li Yunlong's independent regiment.
However, when he turned around and saw Chen Jing, he couldn't help but complain a few words.
Surprisingly, Chen Jing did not refute it. Instead, she pouted and said, "I will go back and ask my dad what he was thinking at that time!"
puff!
Lin Huowang, who had just put down his pen, almost vomited blood and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Comrade Chen Jing, don't! Don't do that! I'm writing a novel! A novel! As the name suggests, the content has some artistic processing and is not necessarily the real historical situation!
Including Li Yunlong, the leader of the independent regiment, I also created it by combining the prototypes and experiences of many anti-Japanese generals. "
Liu Rumeng also laughed and said, "Sister Xiaojing, we are a little too involved and serious.
"Drawing Sword" written by Awang is a novel. We should just read it for fun and not take it too seriously."
"Hehe! Who made him write so beautifully? I'm a little surprised too. He has never met my dad, but he managed to portray my dad's image so realistically with just a few sentences..."
Chen Jing's words were obviously a great affirmation of Lin Huowang's writing skills.
"Yes, yes, yes! Comrade Lin Huowang, your book "Drawing Sword" is very well written, and the content is positive.
You must continue writing and then publish it so that more people can see it.
I suggest you publish it in People’s Literature for serial publication…”
Xu Xiaodong suggested, still with some excitement.
"Yes! I have this plan. The whole book is about 400,000 words. When I have 100,000 words, I will send it to People's Literature."
Lin Huowang nodded. This was his original plan.
When he just started writing last night, he was still a little unconfident. After all, he did have the entire story of "Drawing Sword" in his mind. But if he really had to rewrite it, could his own writing style and prose capture the spirit of the original author?
But seeing how fascinated these second-generation generals were today, Lin Huowang immediately gained confidence.
The result of having confidence was that Lin Huowang wrote furiously, and the second generation also continued to follow the real-time updates of "Drawing Sword" without sleep and eating.
Until it was dark, in the Lin family yard, Lin Huowang was still lighting a kerosene lamp and working on the manuscript. He spent the whole day writing more than 30,000 words with a fountain pen.
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At this time, in a printing factory far away in the provincial capital of Jilin Province, people were working overtime to print the "Jilin Daily" to be issued the next morning.
The front-page headline was an explosive piece of news that was enough to shock the entire country.
"One poem, two lives! A warning to fake people"
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