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

In the Tianhua conference room, Su Yunhang looked at the special effects in the live broadcast, and his shocked eyes almost protruded.

It's not like it's a computer-generated portrayal at all, it's like a real-world framing and location setting.

But Su Yunhang knew that with Xiao Xian's work intensity, there was absolutely no extra time to arrange such a macro scene.

Where did the operation team behind him come from?

This level and technical difficulty, even the technical genius of the company, it is impossible to be so real.

Built in the world of realistic framing imitation, no one can play this set without absolute technology.

At the same time, everyone watched the war in the live broadcast screen, and the heart of peace was deeply shocked.

The flowers of the new generation of the motherland are born with a harmonious society.

They had never experienced that miserable time, they had never been hungry, they didn't know what it was like to boil bark water, and they didn't know what

it was like to smell gunpowder every day, to be scared every day, to be embattled.

China in the 21st century is firmly guarded behind its back by a group of strong people.

All the tribulations were blocked by their lovely group of people.

And all the people who sat in front of the live broadcast and watched did not experience real war.

They don't know that the bullet hitting the human body is not like in the movie at all, just a small hole.

The camera of the live broadcast has broken away from Xiao Xian's figure at this time, and is shooting in all directions on the battlefield.

The sniper building in the distance is about three floors, and there is a good Japanese sniper hidden inside.

The heavy sniper rifle in his hand is the coldest death on the battlefield.

Every fangs shot out was accompanied by the fall of a life.

The little soldier on the run was only about eighteen or nineteen years old, he was an army doctor's assistant, carrying a medicine box on his back, dragging a seriously wounded man into the trenches.

He used almost all the strength of his life to finally pull the wounded man into the ditch.

He saved a man, he saved a life, and it was the first time in his life that he had done something like this.

There is a strong sense of accomplishment in my heart.

In his heart, there was an excitement that was about to come out at this time to confide in others.

He searched around for his target, and finally saw a familiar middle-aged figure bandaging the wounded man's wounds.

"Teacher!" he shouted excitedly, standing up.

The teacher's face changed in shock when he turned around, "Squat, squat down for me!"

However, it was too late, and the young man touched the most taboo moves on the battlefield and exposed himself to the eyes of the hunters as a target.

It's like a light in the dark, shining.

Bang!

Every time the Grim Reaper's fangs appear on the battlefield, he will inevitably harvest a life for himself to taste.

The image slows down infinitely in an instant, and one of the boy's arms separates from his shoulder at a slow-motion speed visible to the naked eye.

Blood bloomed in the air and a beautiful flower from the other side, welcoming the boy's death.

"Ah!"

came a miserable howl from the boy's mouth, his eyes were wide open, the pain spasmed his body, and the backflow of blood instantly filled his eyes, like a dying young beast.

The wounded soldier pulled the boy into the trench with his strength on his back.

"Hold on

!" "Xiao Fang!" The teacher was so grief-stricken that he was about to run out, but was crushed to the ground by a soldier.

“...... Division... It hurts..."

The Japanese Invader's heavy sniper rifle is equipped with armor-piercing bullets, which spin in a way that penetrates into the flesh of the enemy in an unimaginably fast manner.

The wounds that are destroyed cannot be healed at all, and they can only wait for death, and there is great pain in the process.

The

black soil of the bomb continued to spread in all directions in the air, and the young man's eyes rolled and he pushed the medicine box with his other hand to the wounded soldier's life.

"Medicine... The

wounded soldier burst into tears as he looked at the tormented child in his arms, and at the fingers on the child's severed arm.

"You hold on, someone will come to your rescue in a moment!" "

It hurts... It hurts..."

Boom! The

sky dyed red by the flames of war became their only background pattern!

The boy, or left

! Before leaving, he suffered a lot of torture and pain!