At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Countless people were boiling with those videos, feeling like they were there, beating up those garbage people.

Many people are indignant, and countless people have a thought, even if they go in, they have to vent their anger.

At some point, the light in the sky became brighter again, and a warmth came quietly in the air, warming the bone-piercing wind.

Tang Xuanzong looked at everything in front of him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, showing a proud look.

Later generations, like his Great Tang, no foreigner would dare to act recklessly.

The Chinese race should be like this, standing proudly in the world.

No matter how honorable your status is in other countries, when you come to China, you have to abide by China's laws and regulations.

Violators will be punished without mercy!

This matter comes from the pride of the ancestors, the pride of an emperor who created the prosperous Tang Dynasty more than 1000 years ago.

"Look again, saint, what a price the soldiers have paid for today's grand occasion!"

Ning An's voice suddenly sounded, and the cold wind roared crazily out of nowhere. For a moment, people couldn't tell whether it was the picture or the real wind.

Snow, heavy snow like goose feathers fell to the ground.

There are cold winds whistling everywhere, the ground freezes, and snowflakes fall and fall to the ground. Such weather is desolate everywhere.

Even the animals couldn't survive, and they had to disappear. The area was a hundred miles away, and there was no one in it. Even the trees were frozen to death, withered and yellow.

However, in such weather and such cold, groups of black shadows gradually became clear. They were wearing blue military uniforms, with shining five-pointed stars on their heads.

In the biting cold wind and the icy and snowy environment, the bright red five-pointed stars became the last light, like a bunch of torches, warming this winter.

When Tang Xuanzong saw this scene, he was a little dazed, even through the screen he could feel the chill that pierced his heart.

The surrounding environment was like a huge lump of ice, and the continuous falling snow seemed to bury the team.

Tang Xuanzong is already old, and he has the most personal understanding of temperature.It was hard for him to imagine that anyone could survive in such an environment, and it was even more difficult for him to imagine that such a team was dressed so thinly and shabby.

At this moment, the live broadcast room was silent. Everyone seemed to recall something, and a certain heartstring was plucked in their hearts.In the boundless admiration, there is also touch, and even a trace of anger.

War, war again.

Some people in later generations will say that they don't want to see such a bloody scene, so they frantically report such works, fearing that they will spoil and irritate the children.

However, the ancestors back then, they were not willing to have so many wars.

At that time, many of them were just... children.

Why do other people’s children exchange their lives for today’s peaceful and happy life, you can sit at home in peace and order to report, scold the director and actors, and you don’t have to suffer the persecution of wars and the oppression of powerful countries like foreign countries. It was because of the wars that the ancestors were unwilling to fight.

Fighting means death, and death means a broken family. If it weren't for the belief in loyalty to the motherland and responsibility to future generations, who would want to send their children, husbands, and fathers to the battlefield?

Those soldiers are great, and their families are even more great.

But in later generations, some people have no brains.Others saw flesh and blood flying with real knives and guns, and bullets grazed their cheeks. The young ancestors were not afraid and walked with death.

But these people report because they are afraid that their children will be stimulated and taught badly.

What about the brain?
How to grow without seeing the wind and rain?
At the same age but growing up in different years, even if we have different rainbows and suns, we should make our faith in the five-star red flag!
When everyone was silent, in the picture, an old soldier coughed violently, walked towards a young soldier, and looked at him seriously.

"Where's your cotton coat?"

The little soldier blushed and scratched his head in shame: "I lost it during the forced march."

Seeing the little soldier's face flushed from the cold, trembling all over, and his body covered with frost cracks, the old soldier was very distressed, and without the slightest hesitation, he took off his cotton coat and handed it to the little soldier.

"Put it on."

A sentence like an order is full of warmth in this severe winter.

The little soldier was stunned for a moment, looked at the old soldier, but didn't take it.

"I took it, what do you do?"

The old soldier laughed loudly when he heard this: "Don't worry, I'm fine. My body is warm like a ball of fire. Besides, I'm the chief of munitions, so I can't get a cotton coat? Little guy, don't do it again." Lost, we...don't have enough cotton coats."

In the end, there was a bit of sadness and distress in the veteran's words.

He didn't feel sorry for himself, but for these soldiers.Fighting in such a difficult environment, it is difficult to even guarantee the most basic clothing.

However, these fighters are all good, and none of them complained of suffering or tiredness.

Poor these dolls, they are only seventeen or eighteen years old, and they are about to charge into battle at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

The little soldier took the cotton coat, he naively thought that the old soldier still had it.

When the old cotton-padded jacket was put on, it warmed the heart of the little soldier with the body temperature of the old soldier.

The two bid farewell, the old soldier looked at the leaving figure of the little soldier, laughed, and took out his pipe to light it.

He was shivering from the cold, but he managed not to shiver, and snuggled up under a tree, trying to avoid the wind.

But the pipe was still difficult to light, and the sky was getting colder and colder.

The old soldier's body was getting colder and colder. He looked at the rushing team and suddenly smiled.

"It looks like you're going to stay here, little ones, you have to live a good life and take a look for me... the future generations..."

The speed of his speech became slower and slower, and gradually became smaller, and when he looked carefully, he was not breathing.

The heavy snow covered his body, as if he had been covered with a layer of 'cotton coat'.

Afterwards, someone discovered him and started yelling loudly. Many people got excited and yelled, trying hard to rub the old soldier's body temperature, but in the end, it was of no avail.

The general's horse was given to the seriously wounded, and he walked with the troops, when suddenly the guard ran over and told him that someone had been frozen to death.

The general was stunned, and then quickly walked forward.

When he came to the old soldier, he was sitting leaning against a bare tree trunk, motionless, like a statue.His whole body was covered with snow, and he could see a calm and natural expression, but he couldn't recognize his face for a while.Half of the dry tobacco with paper rolls is still caught between the middle finger and index finger of the right hand, and the fireworks have been extinguished by the wind and snow.He stretched out his hand slightly forward, as if he wanted to borrow fire from his comrades.The thin, worn clothes clung tightly to his body.

The general's face darkened in an instant, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched constantly. He turned his head like crazy and shouted, "Where's the Chief of Quartermaster? Ask the Chief of Quartermaster to get the hell out of me!"

The wind and snow whizzed away his words, and at this moment his scarlet eyes seemed to be filled with blood, extremely terrifying, like an angry lion.

No one answered him, only the wind was still howling.

"Did you hear that?! Guards! Tell the Chief of Quartermaster to run over here!" The general's cheek muscles trembled violently. It was unknown whether it was due to cold or anger.

Suddenly, someone whispered.

"He is the Chief of Quartermaster."