He Yuchuan saw his gesture, quickly ran towards the leaders' team, and said a few words in front of the mayor.
The mayor's pupils widened upon hearing this, his expression extremely solemn. He repeatedly confirmed with him, and when he nodded, he picked up the backup microphone and spoke loudly:
"We have received instructions from our superiors to hold an air defense exercise, and we would like to see how the air defense exercise is progressing in Guangdong Province.
Please disperse quickly, don't trample, don't trample! People all over the country are watching this on TV, we in Guangzhou can't become a laughing stock! Thank you all for your support of our work! "
Everyone was still waiting to watch the rehearsal, but the sudden reversal caught them off guard.
"What's going on? Why is it so sudden? The bridge opening ceremony has never happened before!"
"It's peacetime now, and Yangcheng is right on the edge of the coast. How can there be so many air raids?"
"The country organizes air defense drills for our own good. Learning more escape techniques might save us in times of danger. It's not a loss for us. Let's go, let's take it as exercise."
The people at that time were simple and kind-hearted. They never suspected that there were other reasons and just did whatever their superiors arranged for them to do.
One reporter said, "I just set up my camera and they asked us to move it. How can I put it away in time?"
"We won't take it. We'll move aside and wait for them to leave. We can still squeeze forward."
Some reporters did not want to put away their cameras. They moved them to the edge and stayed there, taking pictures of the leaving crowd.
Seeing this, the public security officers and soldiers holding loudspeakers responsible for dispersing the crowd walked over and said, "Hey, you reporters, leave too. All of you must leave."
"Hurry up and leave, leave! Except for the police who are here to maintain public order, many people are leaving. The leaders have all left. There's nothing to take pictures of. Leave quickly."
Journalists have their own professional ethics and have received special training. When typhoons or earthquakes occur, they always run to the forefront of danger and report the situation in real time.
They all wanted to stay and were reluctant to leave. They used their eloquent tongues to praise the police and soldiers. "Comrades, we are reporters, collecting information for TV news and newspapers. Look how neatly and quickly everyone left, just like soldiers in the army. We were well-trained and retreated in an orderly manner. This was all thanks to the effective guidance of the police and soldiers. The police and soldiers will always be the solid backing of the Chinese people. Wherever you are, there is safety."
"Can we interview you now and find out whether you were notified of this operation in advance? Why did the higher-ups suddenly issue such a notice? The leaders' reactions just now seemed as if they were unaware of it." Some of the braver ones even asked questions directly.
He Yuchuan pointed at them and sternly said, "This is a matter of life and death. Leave now! Everyone must leave! If you don't leave, I will drag you away."
He is from the north, with a stern and serious appearance, tall, strong and powerful figure. Standing at 1.9 meters, he looks like a tall brown bear in front of reporters with an average height of 1.7 meters.
Coupled with his fierce eyes and cold face, he looked like he wanted to eat someone, scaring the reporters so much that they hid behind the stand, their legs weak and trembling.
"...Don't, don't hit anyone, we're leaving now, right now."
The reporters were so frightened that they ran away with their bags in one hand and the stand in the other.
Some brave ones quickly pressed the shutter button while He Yuchuan was not paying attention.
“Click, click.”
Instructor Xie Mubai saw them taking pictures of their comrades and good brothers, and stepped forward to ask, "Hey, what are you doing? Don't you want to live anymore? Why are you still taking pictures? Stop it and leave now."
"I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."
If we can't film any important and attractive topics today, we can just post the story of this fierce-looking military officer swearing and intimidating people to attract attention and achieve sales results.
They are all fellow Chinese people, is there any need to be so fierce?
Seriously, if they did something illegal, wasn't it just that they didn't run away in time during the drill? It wasn't real.
If it's a vacuum attack, they're guaranteed to run faster than rabbits.
As soon as the reporter left, the police officers and most of the soldiers on the bridge retreated to the shore, one to the south and one to the north, forming a human guardrail to prevent them from running onto the bridge.
"We've all come here, but there are still some military comrades who haven't come yet. Why don't they come?"
"They've all gone down the bridge. It's dangerous. There's no protection. What if they fall? Even if you can swim, you can't be so willful."
"Yes, an air raid can kill people, and it's not safe under the bridge either. Come here quickly. Even if you're wearing a military uniform, you're still flesh and blood. We're all born of our parents. Come here quickly, kids."
Some older people had experienced war and knew how terrible air raids were, and they seemed to smell danger.
They guessed that they might have been evacuated because their superiors had received a secret that someone was planning to bomb the bridge. This comrade or they had evacuated, so they should also evacuate.
The elderly people in their seventies and eighties shouted desperately, their voices almost hoarse and smoking.
"Comrade, come here, come here, come here quickly."
"Comrades, please be patient. There is a bomb under the bridge. Please be quiet and do not interfere with the soldiers who are defusing it."
The news caused an uproar in the crowd.
Someone exclaimed, "What? There's a bomb buried under the bridge pier? You have such a serious understanding, how could you..."
When the reporter learned the truth, a trace of guilt flashed across his face.
Just now they thought the officer was a bit fierce.
It turned out that it was all for their own good. They were judging others by their own standards and even wanted to write about him in the newspaper to expose him.
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