Collecting China: I live broadcast history and talk about ancient and modern times

"I have a bad premonition!!"

"Oops, I'm the same, Brother Hyun this time... It seems like I'm going to play a big game, this live broadcast is completely different from the previous two times, and I'm a little afraid

to watch it!" "Who's talking about this conversation, Tianhua's secrecy is too good, there is no rumor, and it's depressing to watch at the beginning

!" "I've privately messaged Tianhua Guanqu more than 300 times, but he just won't tell me, it's really annoying, not polite

!" "Hahaha..."

"You're really patient!"

Tianhua Conference Room.

Su Yunhang looked at the live broadcast screen, and his heart chuckled suddenly.

Not only do fans not know who is talking to him, but he, the person in charge of the history of the live broadcast, doesn't even know who it is?

Xiao Xian didn't even tell him!

Xiao Xian looked at the camera, as if he had been devastated by the years, he could hear the crisp sound of tears dripping, and he could smell the screams of the old times.

The camera gradually zoomed out, and Xiao Xian, who was dressed in a tunic, finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes completely.

At the same time, everyone saw that behind Xiao Xian were intricately arranged blurry photos.

And just now it happened to be covered by half of Xiao Xian's face, and the picture progressed in an instant, giving people a strong visual contrast.

The photograph can vaguely be identified as a product of the old era.

"Historical years, judging right and wrong, distinguishing the past of sages.

Xiao Xian's hand suddenly appeared a bright red flag, which was covered with blood.

The inside and outside of the live broadcast room suddenly calmed down, this is a military flag, it is a blood flag, and the red on it is soaked in blood.

On the top of the blood flag, there is reluctance, unyielding, anger, and a will to be loyal and filial piety.

Everyone suddenly realized who Xiao Xian was going to talk to, because they saw the flag in Xiao Xian's hand, with a big word "death" written on it!

Countless people's thoughts were guided by Xiao Xian and returned to that most tragic era.

At the same time, a passage sounded in my mind

: "I don't want you to be filial piety in front of me, I only want you to be loyal to the nation!" They

turned their eyes and looked at the flag of death, which was:

The national disaster is at the head, the Japanese are hideous, the country rises and falls, the husband is responsible, I want to serve, I am over the age, fortunately I have a son, consciously ask for a flag, always carry it, wipe the blood when injured, wrap yourself after death, and go forward bravely, don't forget your duty!

Blood-stained demeanor, blood-stained handwriting, blood-stained loyal soul.

The dead-word flag of the Sichuan army of a generation pierced the eyes of the piercing people, and the stabbing made people's hearts tremble.

"I just feel that Brother Xian was a little wrong at the beginning of the live broadcast, and I was a little afraid to watch

it!" "In that era, it was indeed a blood-stained demeanor, a generation of loyal souls of the Sichuan army, white hair and black hair, the flag of death stretched in the wind, and a good son Lang forever solidified my Chinese country!"

No, I can't stand it now, according to Brother Xian's character and his level, this live broadcast will definitely take us to see some unacceptable things, I don't know if I can bear that kind of picture, I have to take the postgraduate entrance examination in two days!!

" "Who does Xiao Xian want to talk to in the Sichuan army? Liu Xiang, Wang Mingzhang, or Liu Wenhui?......"

In the live broadcast, the blood-red banner in Xiao Xian's hand was thrown into the air by him.

The straight and tall body seems to hold up a manor of an ancient era, the red flag is constantly folding, and the quaint phantom of a village flashes away on it.

Xiao Xian's mellow voice sounded:

"In that era, we have never experienced it, and our peace today is based on the bones of our ancestors.

"When we squander our youth and show off our passion, we never think that today's waste is based on the selfless dedication of our ancestors. As

the words fell, the blood flag above Xiao Xian's head exploded instantly, and in the red curtain of the sky, a golden road slowly appeared.

Xiao Xian walked on the road, and a familiar picture followed.

"The sages of history recorded the rise and fall of all dynasties, and changed the law to innovate and create the body of the origin of the world!"

"Hello everyone, I am Xiao Xian.

"In the historical trend of the fight against the Japanese invaders, there was a huge turning point in the battle, which affected the constitution of the entire progress of the war of resistance.

"And in that battle, there was a Sichuan army, sworn to defend a small city, Teng County

!" "Today, I will continue to lead you back to the pioneering era that is close at hand, but has epoch-making civilization significance!"

"Take a look at how the ancestors carried the weight for us?"

Coming to the gate at the end of the golden road, Xiao Xian pressed his hands on it, groaned for a while, and then pushed it away vigorously.

A door, sealed with an era.

Xiao Xian was swallowed up by Guanghua, a strange and familiar time, which was intercepted by Xiao Xian from the long river of history and brought to everyone.