"Brother Lu, I have been holding something in my heart for several days. Can you tell me what this war reporter means?"

"Let's agree in advance. I'm not inquiring about military intelligence. I'm just curious and don't know what you are going to do..."

"You guys, you can tell at a glance that you are not from ordinary people. You have beautiful features and tender skin. This is not the appearance of children from a poor family. This is the appearance of a rich family."

"But it is precisely because of this that I feel very confused. Why on earth are you allowed to enter the military camp?"

"And you are still so kind, smiling at poor people like us every day. It is obvious that you all come from rich families, but every young man seems kind..."

"When our soldiers are training hard, you will stand by and encourage us. When we are tired and exhausted after training, you will boil a pot of water to scald our feet."

"Give us the snow-white towels on the ground so that we can wipe the sweat from our faces and bodies."

"What confuses me the most is that you always hold a small notebook in your hand, wander around us every day, and write down whatever you see. And when it comes to camping at night, you always drag us here.

Warm yourself by the fire and ask us all kinds of things, especially if you are curious about some ordinary little things..."

"For example, little brother Lu, you have been following me these days. I, Zhao Laosi, are just an ordinary guy. Before I joined the army, I was a bitter person. Normally, there is nothing worthy of others' attention for a person like me? But Lu

Little brother, you are very strange. You keep chasing me to talk about it. For example, you ask me to talk about my origin and how I became a soldier. Then you continue to ask me how I participated in the recruitment after becoming a soldier.

…”

"I have already told you about these things in the past few days, but you actually brought me here to warm the fire tonight, and asked me to continue talking about my experience... Little brother Lu, what do you want?

Well? What on earth do you, war reporters, mean?"

This is a night in the hinterland of Liaodong, where the nights are even colder than those in the Central Plains.

In front of him was a bonfire, which made a crackling sound as it burned. Under the light of the fire, it illuminated the thick faces of several soldiers.

In addition to a few soldiers, there was also a young man sitting next to the bonfire.

At this time, the young man was holding a small notebook in his hand and a strange pen in his other hand. Although he looked young, the smile on his face made people feel like spring breeze.

He smiled at a few soldiers and began to explain in a gentle voice, "Brother Zhao, I knew you couldn't hold it in any longer. During the day today, I even made a bet with them. The bet was that you would be here today."

I will definitely ask questions later, asking what we war reporters do..."

The young man paused for a moment, then smiled and said again, "Actually, you don't need to be so worried at all. Since you are curious, why do you have to hold it back? You should have asked me a long time ago.

It would be better for everyone if it becomes clear.”

The few soldiers beside the bonfire all chatted.

There is clearly some reserve hidden in the chatter.

Only Zhao Laosi tried to muster up the courage to raise his head and said eagerly: "So, little brother Lu, you are not angry with us, are you?"

"Why are you angry?"

The young man laughed and said: "We are all human beings, and we are all raised by our mothers and parents. According to my tutor, people should not exclude each other because of their birth status, but should help each other. This is the way of the human race.

Nature……"

The young man is obviously a person who is good at words. He changed the topic slightly while speaking and started to answer questions. It was Zhao Laosi and the others who were confused.

He said with a smile on his small face: "The so-called war correspondent is a trick created by our master. He believes that this war is the rise of our Han nation. In this war, countless people who will sing and cry will inevitably emerge."

A hero. But what kind of situation can be considered a hero? My master believes that it does not necessarily mean a general who is quick to fight with a sword..."

"Master believes that every soldier is a hero."

"The deeds of heroes need to be recorded, and then compiled into newspapers, quickly sent back to Youzhou, and then spread to the world through large-scale printing factories set up in Youzhou, printing newspapers in large quantities... We are fighting against the Liaodong people,

The Han compatriots throughout the Central Plains are longing for our victory. And their longing cannot be ignored by the superiors!"

"That's why my master had the idea, and that's why he sent us war reporters."

The young man's explanation was actually very clear.

However, the soldiers seemed to be even more confused. They couldn't understand why ordinary soldiers were heroes.

The young man seemed to have expected this, so he continued to smile on his small face. He did not continue to explain, but looked at Zhao Laosi with a smile and joked: "Brother Zhao Si, I have already answered your question. Now.

It's my turn now, will you answer my question?"

"Oh oh oh!" Zhao Laosi became obviously a little cautious and said: "It's my turn, it's my turn. This is what I promised you. You can't go back on what you promised."

The young man smiled, raised his small notebook, blinked his eyes narrowly and said: "Relax, this is not an interrogation. You can treat it as a kind of small talk, just to satisfy my curiosity, okay?"

"Yes, yes, chat, chat!" Zhao Laosi smiled honestly.

But he did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked at the young man carefully and asked, "Brother Lu, where should I start?"

The young man chuckled and said: "Last night you talked about the plot of the army's departure. At that time, you had a full meal of stew in a big pot, and before you left, the head of the Langya Wang family personally made a promise that they

The people from the aristocratic family will help solve your worries, so that you soldiers can fight at the front with peace of mind... Then you, under the leadership of General Cheng Qiqi, set off in the wind and snow, all of you are full of confidence and ready to fight.

Ranking of Military Competitions.”

"Yes, yes, that's all!" Zhao Laosi smiled innocently, stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, and said slightly embarrassed: "Obviously it was me who said it, but in the end I don't remember it as well as little brother Lu."

The young man laughed, raised his hand again, held up the notebook, and joked: "The reason why I remember clearly is mainly because I wrote it on paper with a pen. Brother Zhao, it's getting late, you guys have to rest later."

Camp, I can't delay you too much, so let's get started..."

"Yes, yes, let's start directly!" Zhao Laosi nodded repeatedly.

Next, this honest man from Shandong began to talk.

The young man's face turned solemn. He picked up his pen and listened carefully to what he wrote. His level of attentiveness was very surprising, as if what he recorded was not the experience of an ordinary soldier, but the experience of an ordinary soldier.

It's like writing an epic life story for some big shot...

The night is deep and the cold wind is howling.

However, beside this pair of bonfires, someone was telling heart-warming stories.

…

"Brothers, can you hold on?"

"General Cheng Shiqi's voice is really loud. Every roar he made seemed to ring in our ears. The snow was very heavy that day and the cold wind was blowing. However, no matter how loud the wind was, it could not suppress Cheng Qi.

The roar of the seventeenth general."

"The general rode a war horse and kept running wildly in the team, from the front to the back, and from the back to the front..."

"And his loud roars always ring in the ears of each of us."

"Brothers, can you hold on? If anyone can't hold on, tell me immediately. Although we are competing for competition rankings, we must not tire ourselves out first. Not only cannot we collapse, but we can also

Be strong and healthy..."

"If you feel like you can't hold on any longer, let's stop and set up camp immediately. Today, we have walked one hundred and twenty miles. According to the regulations of the Imperial Military Department, marching ninety miles in one day is considered an urgent march. However, today we

We have walked one hundred and twenty miles, which is completely beyond the scope of a forced march. So even if we stop and set up camp immediately, we don’t have to worry about not completing the mission today..."

"General Cheng Qiqi's roar was filled with heart-breaking sincerity. We soldiers all knew that he was worried about us from the bottom of his heart."

"After all, we all come from poor backgrounds. Before joining the army, many of us lived a life of hunger and hunger. People who live such a life will definitely not have very good physical strength."

"We were actually really tired, and it felt like we had no feeling in our feet. But when we heard the general's roar and heard his voice of concern that we were exhausted, we didn't know why, but suddenly

I feel energetic all over my body!”

"So in the wilderness filled with wind and snow, all the soldiers of our Jeju Prefecture roared violently... We are not tired, we can still hold on, and we will walk another thirty miles to make up one hundred and fifty. Our soldiers of the Jeju Prefecture

, no one is a coward."

"General Cheng Shiqi laughed loudly, but there seemed to be a cry in the laughter. We vaguely heard that he seemed to be muttering to himself in the cry, saying: 'Okay, okay, really good, I can't think of it.

Seventeen, I actually had the opportunity to lead a group of such bloody soldiers, hahahaha, God is not kind to me, God is really not kind to me... At that moment, we all felt that the general was very strange. He

He is such a tough guy, why did he burst into tears all of a sudden?"

"He continued to ride wildly in the team, paying attention to everyone's situation back and forth. He still yelled from time to time, asking us if we could hold on..."

"And we yelled back, we're not tired, we can hold on. If we hold on for another thirty miles, we'll make up to one hundred and fifty."

"That day, we really traveled a hundred and fifty miles."

"Some fools actually wanted to keep walking forward, shouting loudly that they would go another fifty miles to make up two hundred miles. But this time General Cheng Qiqi got angry and kicked those fools to the ground one by one...

"

"I can still clearly remember that General Cheng's face was ashen at that time. He pointed at those guys and yelled loudly, losing his temper as if he was scolding a mother."

He roared: "Are you going to die? You actually want to go another fifty miles? Do you know what the limit is for marching in heavy snow? The strict order drawn up by the Ministry of War in the imperial court is not to exceed one hundred and two. If this general agrees to your request,

, after this matter spreads out, I will first be punished by the Ministry of War. Even if the Ministry of War does not punish me, someone will beat me to death, such as Mr. Gu who sympathizes with the people, he will definitely press me to the ground and beat me hard..."

General Cheng Qiqi roared and got angry, but he suddenly bent down and pulled those idiots up with his own hands.
Chapter completed!