Rise From Eight Hundred

The 'sizzling' sound is very harsh.

Only those who are familiar with this thing know that it is electric current interference.

After a long while, just when the major battalion commander was getting impatient and was about to ask someone to turn off this thing, a female voice came from inside.

"Hello, soldiers of the 67th Army, the 43rd Army, and the Songjiang Security Corps, and the brothers and sisters of Songjiang who have stayed here to help the army regardless of their lives, I am Tan Tai Mingyue, a war correspondent of "Shenbao". You can also regard me as one of you, because I am also wearing a military uniform and have a gun on my waist.

My duty as a reporter is to record the battlefield, but I am also a Jiangnan person, and this is my hometown."

A soft female voice suddenly rippled in every corner of Songjiang City.

The book says that you can recognize a woman by her scent, but you can also recognize a woman by her voice.

Tan Tai Mingyue has a soft Jiangnan accent, but it is not the softness of the female anchors on ordinary radio stations that makes your bones soft. In her softness, there is a hint of heroism that soldiers can understand.

Especially when it comes to my hometown, there is a sense of war and war rippling over Songjiang.

Just by listening to this voice, you can imagine the heroic female soldier sitting behind the microphone.

Of course, for tens of thousands of "country bumpkins" who are digging and carrying sandbags, heroic appearance is not important, but they can quickly outline in their minds a beautiful female creature that is different from their sweaty and smelly appearance.

This is enough.

Even the Sichuan Army major who frowned and planned to turn off the radio and urge his subordinates to continue digging trenches subconsciously sat down on the pile of earth.

Hearing this soft voice, he suddenly missed his wife at home, even though she didn't come to see him off when he led the army away, but he knew that she must be hiding in the corner of the only street in the town and watching him leave.

He is her husband, how can he not understand his wife? Just like she knows that she can't drag him away.

Not only the exhausted Major Battalion Commander and his subordinates who were planning to take the opportunity to continue to be lazy were listening, but tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Songjiang put down their work at this moment and listened attentively.

They didn't know what this woman wanted to say.

Yes, Tan Tai Mingyue just reported her identity. Sorry, most people actually ignored it.

A group of male creatures that have been immersed in blood and fire for a long time are obviously more concerned about the identity of women. This is the instinct of creatures.

This battlefield broadcast was actually requested by the two big guys of the Songjiang Front Command.

As early as after the military meeting and the inspection of the fortifications in Songjiang, Lieutenant Generals Wu and Guo met and decided to make propaganda the top priority for tonight.

This is actually not a new practice. The army that arrived in northern China after a long journey never forgot to vigorously promote ideals and beliefs even in the most difficult stage.

They were able to use a year to measure half of China and find their own way. Rather than saying that their fighting power was tenacious, it was better to say that they well preserved the officers and soldiers from poor families' expectations for a better future.

The most amazing thing is that their seemingly forced and painful strategic transfer turned out to be a large-scale and long-distance propaganda journey, and the poor people of half of China actually became their supporters.

So much so that in the future, many scholars even defined that as a propaganda war.

This is the role of spiritual power, which is far greater than material stimulation.

The biggest dream of people who are hungry is to fill their stomachs one day.

Guo and Wu both had a lot of contacts with that unit. The former fought with them several times, and the latter had quite deep contact with them in the northwest. Many officers in their grassroots units may have secretly joined, otherwise they would not have become the thorn in the eyes of Jinling.

On the eve of the fierce battle, the Songjiang Command, which had generously distributed five dollars to each person, decided to learn from that unit and do some spiritual encouragement.

This task naturally fell on the only female reporter in the army.

"I was commissioned by the Songjiang Front Command to be the anchor of a radio station. To be honest, Mingyue, as a war correspondent, is more accustomed to using her own pen to record the battlefield. Suddenly, sitting in front of the microphone, Mingyue was more nervous than ever before, and didn't even know what to say. Even when I said this, my mind was still blank, and I didn't know what to say next." Tan Tai Mingyue's voice continued to sound.

"Tan Tai Mingyue! I remember that great reporter, very famous." A soldier shouted excitedly. "I've read her war diary."

"Reading the diary is shit, I've seen her in person!" A soldier expressed disdain, but the expression on his face was very arrogant.

"What does she look like? Brother, tell me quickly." A circle of soldiers came up, some were eager to give cigarettes, some were lit, and they all looked expectant.

If she is not a big beauty, they will be disappointed.

"Beautiful!" The soldier looked around and answered with certainty. "She's so beautiful that she's bubbling."

"Hey, that's not right! Zhou Laoer, you've been following me since we got off the train. It doesn't make sense that you saw the big reporter but I didn't!" An old soldier reacted and questioned.

"Squad leader, I really saw it! I swear." The soldier who was called Zhou Laoer was anxious. "I saw the regiment commander accompanying a woman to the military headquarters! I didn't know who it was at first, but then I thought it could only be her. The one with the thin waist..."

"So you only saw a back figure?"

"yes!"

"Then you dare to say that you are so beautiful?"

"I think it must be so beautiful."

"Go to hell!"

"Don't make any noise. What are the big reporters saying? Actually, it's good to chat. I haven't talked to a woman for a long time."

"Why don't I just chat with everyone! Tell me how I came to Songjiang, and by the way, I also answered someone's question that asked me but never answered him." Tantai Mingyue's voice paused for a while and continued.

The men's collective ears perked up.

There seems to be some gossip here!

"Look, I just said there was adultery!" Li Jijin showed his big yellow teeth and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. "Someone should be preceded by Tang."

"Sir, you are awesome!" Leng Feng was so envious that he didn't want to do anything.

"The truth will soon be revealed to the world! When did the sir do something good?" Tietou scratched his head, really wondering how Tang Dao did this.

Anyway, there were people carrying small benches up and down the Sihang Camp, and they were puffing away as excitedly as if they were listening to a big show, which made the other soldiers around them confused. Who was this person that the big reporter was talking about!

A certain man

Why do the expressions of those old men sitting on the top of the city suddenly look so 'obscene'? Aren’t they all about to be grandfathers? They are all so interested in gossip between men and women!

Tang Dao took a puff of cigarette melancholy.

"I left the concession on the evening of November 4th and planned to take the Beijing-Shanghai Express to Jinling. Because of the war, the Beijing-Shanghai Railway no longer carries ordinary passengers. I could only wait at the station for the military train to return to Jinling.

Then, I saw several military columns approaching, full of people and equipment. I was very surprised.

Because, what I saw were all those who had left and not yet come to Songhu.

Perhaps because they were worried that they would be bombed by Japanese fighter planes during the day, the troops walking down the column were in a hurry. They got off the train and lined up to leave. Although I was curious, I did not want to delay the soldiers' schedule.

Until I finally 'caught' a young soldier who left the team to go to the toilet. Please forgive me for using the word catch, because if I didn't catch him, the little guy who should be two years younger than my brother would run away shyly. Yes, I saw his face was very red. "

"Haha!" A roar of laughter echoed from the construction site.

In the corner of the city wall, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with green hair on his mouth blushed again, but his eyes were full of happiness.

That was the first time in his life that he had such close contact with a woman, and it might also be the last time.

The woman's hands were so soft, even though they were separated by military uniforms, she was just holding his arm.