His voice was filled with pain: "Xu Zheng's lover is surrounded, give this to her."
Xiao Mian raised her eyes and said with tears in her eyes: "With the teacher, but they just got married."
The reporter who had just cursed him for sleeping during the day suddenly burst into tears, pounding the ground. "The hospital was attacked just now. Xu Zheng's lover is in the hospital. I came back just to fucking tell him to come and collect the body."
No one could believe it, and Zhumin fell to the ground.
They can't go back.
We came here as a couple, and now there's no going back.
Brother Xu, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
It won't hurt anymore.
The battle situation here is far more severe than they imagined.
The hospital is on the border line, and the Y country army has even bombed the border line, so it is beyond salvation.
Everyone was listless. When they came, they could still chat with each other, talking about what was written in the suicide note left at the station and who was mentioned.
Now there is dead silence.
In the evening, Anzhi came over and told her: "If you don't appear on camera tomorrow, don't wear the press vest."
She rolled her eyes slightly: "What do you mean?"
He Anzhi said earnestly, "Country Y intends to bomb war correspondents, fearing that unfavorable international news will be spread. Half of one team was wiped out, and all the reporters sent by a news agency in our country early on were killed."
Zhumian lowered his eyes: "Okay."
That night, just as they transmitted the video footage back to China, a loud explosion was heard nearby.
In the middle of the night, everyone woke up in shock and ran to the air-raid shelter.
Seeing a child fall to the ground on the road, Zhuomian quickly picked up the child and hid in the air-raid shelter.
It's safer here than outside.
The child had big eyes and thick eyelashes, and a look that was distinctly Middle Eastern. But her big eyes were filled with fear: "Sister, I'm so scared."
He was holding a moldy cake.
She hugged the child and asked, "Where are your family members?"
The child seemed numb: "Dad went to buy a cake and was killed by a bomb on the road. Mom and sister were crushed to death. Grandpa ran too slowly and was shot to death."
Daytime sleep froze for a moment.
Lowering her eyes, she saw a string of amethysts on the child's hand. "Don't worry, the relief supplies from China are on the way. They just sent us a message. When the supplies arrive, I'll get them for you."
She deliberately changed the subject, not wanting to upset the child: "The amethyst on your hand is so beautiful."
The child whispered, "My mother bought it for me. She said it would make me lucky."
She said gently, "You will definitely survive to the end."
I don’t know whether she was talking to the child or to herself.
The next day, the smoke and dust dissipated briefly, and people came out in groups of three or four to make fire and cook.
He Anzhi was injured on his face and couldn't show his face.
It was Zhuomian who recorded the live oral video of that day.
There was no major movement for two consecutive days, which was a rare period of peace.
One more day and they will be able to return home.
This hell on earth was filled with dead bodies and tears. Even in the end, she couldn't even shed a tear.
The battlefield experience she had learned in the past came in handy. Even Yu and Anzhi were a little surprised at her ability to survive on the battlefield. She found cover faster than them.
He Anzhi began to understand her determination to become a reporter.
She had even imagined the worst and most difficult situations in advance. She was born to be a reporter.
This time, thanks to sleeping during the day and finding cover, only one reporter from the entire team died.
He Anzhi sat next to her: "I still want to ask you, why did you come here?"
Sleeping in the Day whispered, "Because war correspondents not only make the hegemony retreat, but also make the rebels more heroic."
She looked up at He Anzhi and said, "I once studied the Vietnam War. It was a war ended by the media. The war correspondents reported the facts and made the American people realize that this war was not just. Instead of helping Vietnam quickly end the civil war and restore peace, it brought disaster to Vietnam."
"They believed the government was fooling them, that North Vietnam was unconquerable, that the war was not going smoothly at all, and that continuing would be a waste of manpower and military power. Large-scale anti-war actions were held in the United States, leading to the president's abdication and the subsequent president announcing the withdrawal of the United States."
He Anzhi seemed to be thinking: "Do you also think that we can use public opinion to force this time?"
Xiaomian whispered, "I don't know if I can do this, but I'm here and I've tried my best."
Suddenly, there was another sound of bombing outside. It sounded not far away. According to experience, it was estimated that the bombs would be dropped here within ten minutes.
Everyone immediately ran to the air-raid shelter, but Zhuomian saw a hand wearing amethyst emerging from the bunker next to him, climbing up but unable to get out.
Zhuomian's alarm bells rang, and he immediately wanted to go back to save the child. He and Anzhi pulled her back.
Xiaomen shouted, "No! There's a child there!"
He Anzhi did not stop at all. He and other reporters forcibly dragged her away and even left the camera outside, unwilling to give her time to save the child.
She watched herself getting further and further away from the child: "The child is still there!"
She struggled desperately, but was forcibly moved back by her teammates and was unable to resist at all.
I saw with my own eyes the door of the air-raid shelter being closed by several men together.
Not long after we hid in the air-raid shelter, we heard the sound of bombing overhead.
It lasted for half an hour before it stopped.
Zhu Meng was almost numb as she sat on the ground. She didn't dare to think about what the child looked like now.
Will he be covered in blood and flesh like Brother Xu, or buried by the broken rocks?
At night, Zhuomian suddenly called out to He Anzhi, his stubborn eyes red and his voice trembling: "The child is alive. If you hadn't pulled me away, he would still be alive."
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