Collection of Chinese Classics: I broadcast history live and talk to the past and present

Now,"Collection of Chinese Classics" has been paid attention to by CCTV again, and the most important thing is that people from the Institute of History Research have come to Xiao Xian.

The current opportunities and various unstable factors are telling him that the next live broadcast will be more rigorous and will be paid attention to by more and more people and even official authorities.

The sunlight outside the window is like a pendulum of time, with the entire azure sky as the background wall, slowly falling to one side.

Unconsciously, the dim sunset fell in the corner of the west, like a tired eye quietly poking out from the horizon.

Looking lazily at the earth gradually entering the night, there is no emotion, only the gradually cooling temperature, slowly caressing the hearts of everyone who passes through the night.

Xiao Xian felt very bad at the moment, as if his head was covered with a layer of sandbags, heavy and full of turbidity.

He still had no thoughts.

He was already very tired and lay on the bed without even taking off his clothes. He thought he should sleep first.

Maybe after waking up, his thoughts will become clear, and his heart will no longer hesitate.

Time passed little by little, and Xiao Xian tossed and turned in bed, and he slept unsteadily.

The random dreams in his mind came one after another, and suddenly, the time clock appeared in his dream again.

All the chaos in Xiao Xian's mind was instantly shattered and unified at this moment, and all the chaotic thoughts seemed to condense together.

As the sound of the clock gradually dissipated into nothingness.

Ahead was a faint time road, with countless time numbers rising and falling on the surface of the road.

At the end, a dark figure appeared, with a bandage on his head, a cane in his hand, and a simple gun slung across his body.

The light yellow military uniform was riddled with holes, and drops of blood soaked out of it.

A pool of blood formed under his feet.

This scene gave Xiao Xian a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it somewhere, as if... he had seen him in another dream.

"Who are you?"

The figure did not respond to Xiao Xian, but seemed to be mumbling something, but Xiao Xian could not hear clearly.

"……The country's grace is heavy…，……battlefield……"

"what are you saying?"

"……The country's grace is heavy……"

"Who are you?"

Buzz!

The sound of a horn came from nowhere, and the space suddenly became fragmented. The world seemed to be recondensed at this moment.

The sound of machine guns, artillery fire, and the unpleasant smell of gunpowder ferociously waved his fists and effortlessly penetrated into Xiao Xian's nasal cavity.

He began to retch, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He seemed to be in a blurry world and couldn't see clearly where he was.

There were only shadows running back and forth beside him, and then they were shattered by artillery shells or machine gun fire.

The blurry world suddenly turned blood red in the next moment, and lives were ruthlessly harvested.

"Don't go, come back!!"

Xiao Xian yelled, opening his arms to stop the group of people from rushing forward. The battlefield there was like a huge meat grinder, cutting their lives to their heart's content.

"Come back, what are you doing?"

Xiao Xian burst into tears. He didn't recognize these blurry figures, and he was even more unfamiliar with this bloody world.

But for some reason, Xiao Xian's heart was filled with an unspeakable sadness, as fierce as a lone sail in the waves of the sea, swaying and crumbling, but helpless!

"Ah!"

He began to yell,"Please, come back!"

Xiao Xian yelled until he was hoarse, holding his chest, which seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable!

In the world, the horn sounded again, and there was a group of echoing voices, which grew louder and louder.

This voice was full of backbone, filled with the unyielding ambition under oppression

"A man wants to repay his country's kindness, and dying on the battlefield is a good end!"

"A man wants to repay his country's kindness, and dying on the battlefield is a good end!"

"A man wants to repay his country's kindness, and dying on the battlefield is a good end!"

……

This sound shook the earth, penetrated the rocks, leveled the ravines, broke the sky, and shattered Lingyuan!

This sound represented unyielding blood and bones, represented a symbol, and finally slowly condensed into a symbol of an era, branding the chest.

Xiao Xian suddenly opened his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

"Sichuan Army……"