The Great Victory TV film was broadcast on the National Channel, not on the documentary channel, but on one, and was placed in the prime time after the weather forecast.

The state TV station itself has also produced several short films about post-disaster reconstruction in various regions.

For a time, the whole country was in full swing, and the stagnant donation campaigns became active again. A large amount of funds and materials gathered from all over the country to the disaster areas, and in a few days it developed into a nationwide boom.

The trend has not subsided, and the Great Victory movie version has begun to be released all over the country.

Compared with the TV version, the movie version is made more detailed, touching, more comprehensive, and the scene is more grand.

After all, the TV screen is only that big and the duration is limited, and even the interlude soundtrack has been carefully edited.

Movies are completely different. The appeal of music and songs is infinitely amplified here, and the visual impact is not comparable to that of TV.

At the same time, Zhang Yanming also appropriately added the original soundtrack.

The heavy rain, roaring torrents, torn breach, heart-wrenching crying and magnificent slogans shocked the hearts of everyone watching the video.

"We swear that when the dam is there, we will live and die together with the dam."

"I don't know what I'll do in the future, but I know what I need to do now."

"I have been discharged from the army, and the farewell ceremony for the military flag has been held, but I can't leave at this time. I'm still wearing a military uniform, and I'm still a soldier."

"As a soldier, you will be a soldier for the rest of your life, and you will never retreat even if you retreat. I am a soldier, so I have to be a soldier. I will never retreat."

"We are the only one left (whimper). I can't embarrass everyone. As long as I'm still there, the position must be there. Woooo~"

The turbulent torrent sounded, slapped everything that blocked it, the moonlight was cool, and the soldiers who fell in the mud curled up and slept sweetly.

The sun was shining brightly and the torrents were rolling. The soldiers stuffed steamed buns into their mouths with their hands covered in mud and water, and their eyes were still fixed on the floods in the river, on the dam.

The medical soldiers and the doctors who were temporarily transferred here were crying while applying medicine to the barefoot soldiers. Their bodies were ulcers, wounds, bruises, redness and swelling caused by mosquito bites, and allergic reactions that had been soaked in water for too long.

The camera flies through the sky, and the waves of the sky cannot see the edge at a glance. Humans are so small but so strong in front of nature.

Bodies were neatly placed on the slope, and the soldiers cried like a group of children. They were lucky enough to find them. More soldiers slept at the bottom of the river from now on.

The red flags covered with mud are swaying tenaciously in the wind and rain, and wherever they point, it is a desperate battle.

When the clouds cleared and the fog dissipated, the sun shone brightly, the raging river water was finally defeated. For a moment, from north to south, from west to east, cheers echoed throughout the country.

When the people retreated in full swing, the green that drove in the opposite direction was so eye-catching and inspiring.

When the disaster was finally blocked and the people returned to their homes, they quietly evacuated and returned to the camp silently, as if nothing had happened.

"What is the difference between us who are in the army? It's just because we are all wearing simple military uniforms. What is the difference between us who are in the army? Since we left our hometown, we have been unable to see our parents..."

Military trains and red flags were flying, and young but strong faces flashed across the screen.

They are a group of children, and people of the same age of nineteen or twenty may be quarreling with their parents for a pair of fashionable shoes or a gaming machine.

They were a group of soldiers. When the country was in danger and people were suffering from disaster, they fought their best to turn the tide and wrote a magnificent song of youth.

"The Chinese nation cannot defeat it. No matter what kind of enemy it faces, we will unite and achieve the final victory."

"The five-star red flag, fluttering in the wind, is so loud that the song of victory is singing our great motherland, and from then onwards to prosperity and strength..."

The lights were on in the cinema and subtitles began to roll on the screen.

But there were not many people standing up and walking out, and most of them were still sitting there watching the screen, feeling turbulent and unable to calm down.

Eighty percent of people's eyes are red and shiny.

"Fuck, I was so sour when I was a documentary." A strong man wiped his face and said to the people around him, twisting his tattoo on his arm as he moved.

"This song is nice." The two people with him nodded and looked for the reason.

"The street seems to be raising funds. When I go back, I will also contribute some. I still have some old clothes at home and I don't know if they want them."

"It should be, let's go together. It's more than that. If we work hard, we should do some effort."

"My son, I plan to send the troops. The man should go in and fall, at least he will not leave wrong."

"Isn't that boy next door to your family a soldier? Why don't we go to his house to see if there is anything we need help with. We can't do big things, and we can do our best for small things."

...

Almost the scenes were staged all over the country, and a documentary touched the hearts of countless people.

The great victory is in flames.

The number of films that add, add, add, and bookmarket has to be rescheduled and has to give way to retail.

The songs in the film became popular, and the military headquarters called Jingying directly and asked for the singing rights of the song. Either they bought it or wanted it with confidence.

If you dare to ask for it, I will give it.

Zhang Qiming handed over the album that Jiang Hai was recording directly, and even the arrangement of the twelve military songs were given together.

The main reason is that this does not conflict with the release and sales of the album, and the military department cannot spread the songs to society. Moreover, because the whole army is sung, it will have a great boost to the future sales of albums.

Jiang Hai became popular, and a transfer order from the military headquarters began his new journey. He went to major military regions to perform and teach songs, and his treatment was also promoted to the full position of the regiment.

Because he had to record an album, he had to be a flying man.

...

"The plan will be changed. Jiang Hai's album will be promoted and will be released immediately. Zhu Li's original plan will not change. This will not change, so as not to fight with her. It will be hard for Brother Jiang to do it."

"It's okay, even taking a plane is not a problem. Thank you." Jiang Hai reached out and shook Zhang Qiming, a little excited.

"It's also your own ability. Let's encourage each other, work hard together, and strive to get to the next level."

"It's almost done. Xiaojiang's voice is good. Now he has recorded nine songs. The mastering should be able to come out in half a month. It's time for you to promote the distribution of goods. You need to speed up." Teacher Yin emphasized to Zhang Qiming.

This is the studio's first album, it can only succeed but not fail, and this shot must be started.

However, Zhang Yanming is quite confident. TV and movies are working together. Now the people's perception of the army, soldiers, and military songs has reached a small peak. Jiang Hai's personal image is also quite good, so there is no big problem.

This is not as rampant as the market has been many years later. Posting a poster can bring a batch of sales, which is the golden age of records.
Chapter completed!