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

The live broadcast continues, and the whole people are already boiling.

In every corner of the land of China, Xiao Xian's live broadcast tonight almost covered everyone's eyes.

At this point, 25 minutes have passed since the live broadcast, and the number of people online at the same time has reached a terrifying 70 million.

There is no platform and any celebrity anchor who can have such a terrible appeal.

Today's program of CCTV is still as usual, full of the coldness and hardness of official authority.

In the conference room of the central station, there are also several people sitting at the same time, stomping their feet casually, and the existence of any local station and live broadcast media field must be frightened.

Murong Zhongchao watched Xiao Xian's live broadcast, sighing constantly, and the remorse on his face was overflowing.

At first, he could control it, but when he saw the third episode of Xiao County's program and created such an excellent miracle, he couldn't control it.

"I shouldn't have let him go in the first place, it's really a bad move, otherwise the program of the collection of Huaxia should be broadcast by my central station, this is still an entertainment live broadcast, it is completely a golden book with advanced aesthetic and educational ability!" "

Ouyang Zhenzhen wore a casual dress today, without her program at night, she faded into professional clothes, and the whole person had a trace of the pure taste of the sister next door, less cold, and more down-to-earth.

She didn't care about her master, since Xiao Xian re-entered the sight of the central station, the director of the station almost searched for regret medicine on the Internet.

For this kind of thing, Ouyang Zhenzhen is already a little surprised.

She looked at Xiao Xian, all the worlds in the live broadcast seemed to disappear, only that figure was deeply imprinted in her heart, and it never dispersed...

In the Kyoto Institute of Historical Research, watching Xiao Xian's live broadcast seems to have become some kind of rule.

Dong Changping and Liu Xuexue didn't quarrel tonight, and the two national treasure-level old men are not young.

But they have almost experienced the most cruel era, and some of the junior students next to them are too young after all, so where will there be an impression of the two of them.

"I said Lao Liu, is this still a live broadcast? Even if it's a movie, it doesn't have such a real degree of restoration, right?" Dong Changping's heart was dripping blood, and he was throbbing for a while.

He had seen the murderous faces of his enemies, and he had seen the bloody world after the slaughter.

Although he was a child at that time, there were some things and some pictures that fell in his childhood, and the shadow was a lifetime affair that could never be receded.

"Lao Dong, we really want to meet this young man when we have time, his excellence is far beyond our imagination, just the restoration of this scene, with your and my eyes, we can't find the slightest flaw!" Liu

Xuexue's eyes were moist, he had also seen that turbulent era, compared with the current young people, he and Dong Changping could better understand each other's emotions.

The live broadcast continued, and Xiao Xian knew that the current time was the last moment of the battle to defend Teng County.

It won't be long before the enemy launches a general attack, and the land will become a veritable purgatory.

The camera has been following Xiao Xian's figure, capturing every detail of the world of the old times.

On the battlefield after the wolf smoke, you can still smell the pungent smell of gunpowder, and Xiao Xian knew for the first time that when the smell of gunpowder and gun oil fused together, it could really make him nauseous and his head hurt.

He didn't know how big the battlefield was, as if it were boundless.

The time here was slowly pushed forward by Xiao Xian with a special special effect technique, because of the limitation of the live broadcast time, the development of the event must be accelerated.

This technique does not give the audience any discomfort and sense of separation in the experience of time.

At this moment, on the premise of speeding up time, the sky has gradually darkened, and the jackal is still staring outside with vicious eyes overlooking this small county town.

There were screams of the wounded in all corners of the ground, and the number of army doctors was simply not enough.

Xiao Xian immediately entered the battlefield to help the medical staff carry the wounded, make stretchers, and help bandage wounds.

The system constrained him to participate directly in combat, but did not restrict him in this regard.

Obviously, the judgment of the system is that this behavior cannot have an impact on the outcome of the entire event.

Because history cannot be changed!

It didn't take long for Xiao Xian's body to be rubbed with patches of blood, mixed with the dirt on the ground, and he was very embarrassed.

His hair was messy, too, but no one laughed at him.

At this moment, Xiao Xian feels as if he is more in tune with that world, without any sense of disobedience.