But he didn't notice that the trembling in his chest was more obvious.

When the black clouds began to rise, when the surrounding wind began to sweep, and after waiting for a long time, until cheers came from the surroundings, Yang Xiaotao put down the camera and shouted along.

"Comrades!"

On the hillside, Mr. Wang held a tin trumpet with a smile on his face.

"On August 9, 1965, at 13:00 in the afternoon, our department launched missiles on time."

"Thirteen: nine minutes and four seconds in the afternoon."

"Fly for nine minutes and four seconds and reach the target airspace!"

"We successfully hit the target!"

The next moment, cheers suddenly sounded.

"Long live~"

"Long live!!!"

The sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth, shaking the whole world.

Forty-nine cities.

The old man was staring at the cigarette butt that was about to burn out.

The phone rang suddenly.

The old man grabbed the phone again, and before he could speak, a happy voice came.

"Got home!"

"Got home?"

"Got home!"

Hahaha
Chapter completed!