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

"I have a bad feeling!!"

"Oops, me too. This time... it seems like Brother Xian is going to do something big. The style of this live broadcast is completely different from the previous two. I’m a little afraid to watch it!"

"Speaking of who was having this conversation, Tianhua did a great job of keeping it secret, there wasn't a single rumor, and it was quite depressing to watch at the beginning!"

"I have sent private messages to Tianhua Guanqu more than 300 times, but he just didn't tell me. It's so infuriating and so rude!"

"Hahaha……"

"You are really patient!"

Tianhua Conference Room.

Su Yunhang looked at the live broadcast screen, and his heart skipped a beat.

Not only did the fans not know who the person was talking to, but he, the general manager of the live broadcast history, didn't know who it was?

Xiao Xian didn't even tell him!

During the live broadcast.

Xiao Xian looked at the camera, as if he was ravaged by time. He could hear the crisp sound of tears dripping and smell the screams of the old times.

The camera gradually pulled away, and Xiao Xian, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, finally appeared in front of everyone.

At the same time, everyone saw clearly that behind Xiao Xian were a series of blurred photos arranged in an intricate manner.

And just now, it was just half of Xiao Xian's face that was blocked. The picture progressed in an instant, giving people a strong visual contrast.

That photo can be vaguely identified as a product of the old times.

"In the years of history, we can distinguish right from wrong and distinguish the past of wise men."

A bright red flag suddenly appeared in Xiao Xian's hand, which was covered with blood.

The live broadcast room suddenly calmed down. This was a military flag, a blood flag, and the red color on it was soaked in blood.

On the blood flag, there was reluctance, indomitable spirit, anger, and a will to be loyal and filial.

Everyone suddenly realized who Xiao Xian wanted to talk to, because they saw the flag in Xiao Xian's hand, with a big word"death" written on it!

The thoughts of countless people were guided by Xiao Xian and returned to the most tragic era.

At the same time, a passage sounded in their minds:

"I don't want you to be filial to me, I only want you to be loyal to the nation!"

They turned their eyes and looked at the death flag, which read:

The country is in crisis, the Japanese invaders are ferocious, the rise and fall of the country, every man has a responsibility, I wanted to serve, but I am too old, fortunately I have a son, I volunteered, I was given a flag, always with you, wipe the blood when you are injured, wrap the body after death, and before you go forward, don't forget your duty!

Blood-stained style, blood-stained handwriting, blood-stained loyal soul.

The death flag of a generation of Sichuan Army hurts people's eyes and makes people tremble

"I felt like there was something wrong with Brother Xian at the beginning of the live broadcast, and I was a little afraid to watch it!"

"That era was indeed a blood-stained era. The loyal souls of the Sichuan Army sent off their black hair with their white hair, and the death flag fluttered in the wind. These great men will forever consolidate the country of China!"

"No, I can’t stand it now. According to Xian Ge’s personality and his level, this live broadcast will definitely show us some unacceptable things. I don’t know if I can bear that kind of scene. I still have to take the postgraduate entrance examination in two days!!!"

"Who in the Sichuan Army did Xiao Xian want to talk to? Liu Xiang? Wang Mingzhang? Or Liu Wenhui?……"

During the live broadcast, Xiao Xian threw the blood-red flag in his hand into the air. His tall and straight figure seemed to hold up an ancient manor. The red flag was folding continuously, and the shadow of an ancient village flashed on it.

Xiao Xian's mellow voice sounded:

"We have never experienced that era, and our peace today is built on the bones of our ancestors."

"When we squander our youth and wantonly flaunt our passion, we never think that today's waste is based on the selfless dedication of our ancestors."As soon as the words fell, the blood flag above Xiao Xian's head exploded instantly, and a golden road slowly appeared in the red sky.

Xiao Xian walked on the road, and a familiar scene followed

"The sages in history record the rise and fall of dynasties, and the reforms and innovations created the origin of the world!"

"Hello everyone, I am Xiao Xian"

"In the historical trend of fighting against the Japanese pirates, there was a huge turning point battle that affected the entire progress of the war."

"And during that battle, there was a Sichuan Army that vowed to defend a small town, Teng County, to the death!"

"Today, I will continue to lead you back to that pioneering era which is so close yet has epoch-making civilizational significance!"

"Let's see how our ancestors carried the burden for us."

When he arrived at the gate at the end of the golden road, Xiao Xian put his hands on it, pondered for a while, and then pushed it open.

A door seals an era.

Xiao Xian was swallowed by the glory. A strange and familiar time was intercepted by Xiao Xian from the long river of history and brought to everyone.