When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Rubbing his red face with his hands, Liang Jianjun walked back to the outpost and took out a Seagull DF-1 camera from the instructor's desk.

This is a camera produced in Shanghai in 1976. Time has left traces on this camera. The knob sprayed with silver-white paint has been worn off by people's fingers, revealing the original color.

The black leather case on the camera has also cracked.

Looking at this camera that is two years older than himself, Liang Jianjun couldn't help shaking his head.

In this remote northern outpost, the surrounding houses, trees, and even the equipment in his hands are bigger than himself.

He is the smallest one.

He opened the back cover, took out a new box of film and loaded it, closed the back cover, hung the camera on his chest, turned around and walked out of the instructor's room and walked into the study hall of the outpost.

In the study hall, except for a few people on sentry duty, everyone else sat around and listened to the instructor's new order:

"Everyone, listen carefully. Later, we will use snow to build a few big words on the open space in front of the sentry post."

"The content of the words is Hongqiling sentry post, wishing the people of the whole country a happy new year! I wish you all a happy new year."

"The weather is very cold, so everyone must cooperate well and build these words in the shortest time and at the fastest speed. After taking pictures, we will withdraw to the barracks."

"Then the platoon leader and I will take over the sentry duty. You can rest. When the time is up, you can take over again."

"Now, everyone takes a shovel and sets off. Two people in a group, each group is responsible for one word."

The instructor waved his hand, and the people in the study hall covered their mouths with scarves, put on hats, and carried the shovels in the corner, chattering out of the study hall.

When they came to the open space in front of the sentry post, a group of people followed the previous division of labor, two people in a group, one person carried the snow, and the other was responsible for building the words.

The snow here is very heavy, and there is no shortage of materials.

Moreover, the cold weather is conducive to the operation of human CPU. In just 10 minutes, these dozen words were stacked.

Although the words are ugly, the meaning of these words can still be seen.

The instructor asked the soldiers to return to the barracks first, and he stayed to fix these words. While fixing, he scolded:

"Look at you, I asked you to learn, but you didn't learn. Look at this word, how ugly it is."

"Don't you know how to write better? Can you please the little girl?"

While scolding, he fixed these dog-chewed words, stretched his waist, turned around and walked back to the barracks.

After relaxing his hands by the stove, he waved his hand again:

"Take guns, line up, take pictures!"

Standing in line with guns is the job these soldiers are best at. In less than 30 seconds, a small formation was sorted out.

Everyone stood behind these big words, holding steel guns, with serious expressions and firm eyes looking forward.

Liang Jianjun held the camera and looked for an angle on the opposite side, while the instructor ran to the side of several people, ran to the outside of the camera lens, picked up the snow on the ground with both hands, and threw it hard at the team.

Fine snowflakes fell one after another, and the sentry on the sentry tower shone the searchlight at this moment.

The orange light sprinkled on the face, like the sun.

Liang Jianjun captured this and pressed the shutter with his fingers.

Click.

…………

"Be gentle with your hands and feet, this is our ancestor, we will have to take it out often in the future. You are so rough, if you break the ancestor, what will you do if you can't use it in the future?"

At dawn, at the Yanjing Air Force Base, the base chief Ma Shengjun was anxious, waving his hands constantly, shuttling in front of the MiG-15, and at the same time constantly directing the young people around the MiG-15 to be as gentle as possible.

Although he looked anxious, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, because the staff were really some gods, who actually thought of such a plan at this time.

Happy New Year to the people of the whole country.

Bring the MiG-15 to wish the people of the whole country a happy New Year.

What on earth were those people in the staff thinking? They could actually come up with such a method, which was absolutely amazing, just like a knife pulling the buttocks, opening their eyes.

"Quick, quick, at this position, turn the plane to the southeast, and let the nose of the plane face the sun."

"When the sun rises from the east, we can take a picture of the plane facing the sun and taking off from the national flag."

"Don't mention that picture!"

"It looks good just thinking about it."

Under the command of Ma Shengjun, the MiG-15 was towed to a suitable position by a tow truck, and then a group of people began to adjust the details.

"The plane's wheels move a little to the left, it's over, a little to the right."

"If you say a little more, I'll smash your head."

"5 centimeters to the left!"

"You die!"

At 5 o'clock in the morning, under Ma Shengjun's strict requirements, the MiG-15 was finally placed in the right position.

After checking and confirming that there were no omissions, a group of people began the pre-exercise.

The pilot walked out of the barracks holding his helmet, with a confident smile on his face, and walked towards the MiG-15 with high spirits, and got into the MiG-15 with the help of a ladder.

He gave his teammates a thumbs up, then waved it vigorously and hit his chest.

The door of the plane was slowly closed, the gangway slowly retreated, disappeared in the camera, and then the camera slowly retreated.

After completing this set of procedures, Ma Shengjun was very satisfied.

Looking back, he took out a script from his trouser pocket, opened it, and kept shaking his head while looking at the script.

Because there were no lines in the script.

From beginning to end, there were only pictures, and no lines spoken by people. On New Year's Day, if you don't say "Happy New Year", is it still called New Year's greetings?

It's meaningless.

He didn't dare to change the script because the script was directly issued by the Air Force Operations Command. It was said that it was written by the General Staff, and then the Ministry of National Defense and the Navy, Army and Air Force Operations Command all gave affirmation.

The big guys had no ideas, so he shouldn't change it.

Shaking his head, Ma Shengjun looked up at the plane in front of him, but his eyes still looked at the script in his hand involuntarily.

What a pity, if it could be changed.

Forcing his eyes away from the script in his hand, Ma Shengjun kept looking back at the flag stand. In January, because it was bright later, the time for raising the national flag was delayed to about 7:30.

There is still more than an hour.

Wait!

At 7:36, the national flag on the flag stand was raised on time. The MiG-15 started slowly and moved towards the sun amid the passionate national anthem.

The person filming followed closely behind, with the plane in front and the filming vehicle behind, slowly leaving the range of the national flag.

The MiG-15 slowly stopped, and the filming vehicle also slowly stopped.

A complete video was obtained.

After the video was shot, Ma Shengjun couldn't wait to take the person who filmed the video back to the airport's command center, take out the video, and play it on the computer.

"Perfect! It's simply perfect!"

"The cold wind, the golden-red sunlight, the old MiG-15 is still in service. The person who came up with this script is a genius. Such a scene is absolutely inspiring."

"I was just about to add two lines in it, but now it seems that these two lines are redundant."

"Send the video over immediately and tell the combat command that our mission has been completed. Please instruct the next step."

After the person who sent the video left, Ma Shengjun returned to the runway of the airport with the script.

He reached out and stroked the MiG-15 in front of him, his eyes full of love, excitement, and happiness.

…………

NSQD, Meiji Reef.

Looking at the 167 ship in front of him, Qi Hai scratched his head in confusion. Today is not the day to deliver supplies, and what does the 167 ship have to do?

Why is it wandering around here in NSQD every day?

Also, what are these people carrying cameras going to do?

Filming a movie? Or a documentary?

Or was it some other messy filming?

Although he was very curious, out of his responsibility as an island guard, Qi Hai still strode to the steps of the sentry post, stood in front of the group of people who suddenly appeared, raised his hand to salute, and just as he was about to speak, the crowd suddenly parted from behind, and Long Hai appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

With a warm smile on his face, Long Hai stretched out his hand and pulled Qi Hai to the corner, whispering:

"Today we are here for you to shoot a New Year's greeting video, a New Year's greeting video for the people of the whole country."

"The specific process is that you will carry a hoe and a basket, go to the stilt house next to you, and use a pickaxe to dig stones to pretend to fill the sea."

"Finish this segment first, and then give you a banner. You stand in the water and shout to the camera with a smile: We are the soldiers guarding the island of Meiji Reef. We are here to wish the people of the whole country a happy New Year and a golden monkey."

These words made Qi Hai completely confused. He touched his head with his right hand and slowly turned around to look southeast.

At the end of his sight, he could vaguely see a black dot.

That black dot was the dredger of Rheinsteel. It had no name at all. Its current name was Meiji Reef.

At this moment, Meiji Reef was floating there calmly, and behind it there was a huge pipe extending all the way to the island reef.

The tail of the pipe was constantly spewing out water carrying mud and sand.

In a short while, a large area was filled.

Looking at the turbid sea surface, Qi Hai couldn't help but tilt his head, and his right hand touched his head and pointed to the land area that had been filled on the sea surface. He clicked it, then retracted his hand, pointed his index finger at his nose, and his eyes widened.

What he wanted to express was very clear.

His group of people took baskets and pickaxes to dig stones in the sea to fill the sea and build land?

Are we qualified?

Seeing the expression on his face, Long Hai waved his right hand lightly, turned around, and pulled Qi Hai back to the crowd.

In a short while, dozens of baskets, more than a dozen shoulder poles, and more than 20 pickaxes were placed in front of the crowd.

All brand new.

Pointing at the tools, Long Hai whispered in Qi Hai's ear:

"This is a plan made by the staff officer Lin who came last time. It is used to deceive people. You have to cooperate well."

When Qi Hai heard the words of Staff Officer Lin, a young face appeared in his mind. The man always had a confident smile on his face, and it seemed that no difficulty could stop him.

He looked down at the tools under his feet, and then turned his head to the side, the land that had been cleared by them.

Since it was Staff Officer Lin's plan, he had to help.

He retracted his gaze and focused on the tools in front of him. Just one glance, Qi Hai couldn't help but complain:

"When you get tools, at least you have to get some old ones. You see these tools are all brand new. Do you believe that humans can fill in such a large island?"

When the question was pointed out, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Long Hai's face. Then he gently knocked the date on Qi Hai and said with a flirtatious look:

"Doesn't this show that you are very capable? Change your tools every three days."

Giving a thumbs up to the arrogant person in front of him, Qi Hai dragged several baskets to the fence of the post and shouted to his comrades who were busy filling in the land:

"Come back, carry the basket, and let's dig out rocks in the water."

"ah?"

The sea breeze blew the sound of surprise, and Qi Hai's comrades also returned to the outpost amidst the sound of the wind. After hearing the outrageous plan through Qi Hai's narration, the group of people did not say a word, and carried baskets on poles. The pickaxe climbed down the steps, walked off the filled land, and walked into the sea.

Then a group of people carried pickaxes, bent over, and braved the scorching sun, shouting neat chants and digging hard into the rocks in the waist-deep water.

Seeing them enter the scene for a second, Long Hai did not dare to delay, and quickly directed people to focus the camera on them to capture every detail.

Under the camera, Qi Hai and others worked hard to dig out stones, and then put them into baskets bit by bit.

When the basket was half full, Qi Hai picked up the pole and carefully carried the basket. With the help of water, he jumped the few stones in the basket to the edge of the filled-in land.

Pour out.

Then he took the opportunity to wipe off the sweat. While wiping off the sweat, he turned his gaze to the north. The expressions in his eyes became extremely rich at this moment.

It was longing, joy, memories, sweetness, and determination.

When the last trace of determination was revealed, Qi Hai gritted his teeth hard, puffed up his whole cheeks, turned around, picked up the basket, and walked into the sea without looking back.

On the way back, he exchanged acting skills with his comrades, and these comrades imitated his example and repeated the movements.

Their natural acting skills made Long Hai next to them scream:

"Yes, yes, that's it, that's the expression."

After shooting the reclamation, the next step is the New Year greeting video.

A group of people in Qihai stood in the sea, holding banners for good luck in the Year of the Monkey, and letting baskets float around them. When the sea wind picked up the sea water and hit them, a group of people shouted at the top of their lungs:

"We are the officers and soldiers guarding the island at Mischief Reef Outpost. We are here to pay New Year greetings to the people across the country. We wish everyone good luck in the Year of the Monkey and the birth of the Golden Monkey."

"Stuck!" The photographer raised his right hand and shouted to a few people standing in the sea:

"Don't look serious on your face. You should smile. You should laugh from the bottom of your heart, not a fake smile."

"Yes, yes, that's the smile. Let's do it all over again, let's go 321!"

Under the guidance of the photographer, Qi Hai and others showed heartfelt smiles on their faces and shouted at the same time:

"We are the officers and soldiers guarding the Mischief Reef outpost. We are here to pay New Year greetings to the people across the country. We wish everyone good luck in the Year of the Monkey and the birth of the Golden Monkey."