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

In the Tianhua conference room, Su Yunhang looked at the special effects screen in the live broadcast, and his eyes were almost popped out of his head in shock.

It didn't look like a computer-generated depiction at all, but like a scene and scene arrangement in the real world.

But Su Yunhang knew that with Xiao Xian's work intensity, he definitely didn't have extra time to arrange such a macro scene.

Where did he find the operation team behind him? With this level and technical difficulty, even the genius of the technical department in the company couldn't be so real.

It was built on the world of real scenes. Without absolute technology, no one could play this set.

At the same time, everyone was watching the war in the live broadcast, and Heping's heart was deeply shocked.

The new generation of the motherland's flowers are facing a harmonious society as soon as they are born.

They have not experienced that tragic era, have not been hungry, and don't know what it feels like to boil bark water? They don't even understand what it feels like to smell the smell of gunpowder every day, to be worried every day, and to be surrounded by enemies. China in the 21st century is firmly guarded by a group of strong people behind them.

All the hardships are blocked by this group of lovely people.

All the people sitting in front of the live broadcast had never experienced a real war.

They also didn't know that a bullet hitting a person's body was not like what was shown in the movie, it was just a small hole.

The live broadcast camera had left Xiao Xian's figure at this time, shooting from all directions on the battlefield.

The sniper building in the distance was about three floors, and an excellent Japanese sniper was hidden inside.

The heavy sniper rifle in his hand was the coldest death god on the battlefield.

Every fang shot was accompanied by the fall of a life.

The running little soldier was probably only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was an assistant to a military doctor. He was carrying a medicine box and dragging a seriously injured person into the trench.

He almost used up all his strength in his life and finally pulled the wounded into the ditch.

He saved a person, he saved a life, this was the first time he did such a thing in his life.

A strong sense of accomplishment arose in his heart. In his heart, there was an excitement that was about to burst out and wanted to confide in others.

He searched for the target everywhere and finally saw a familiar middle-aged back bandaging the wounded.

""Teacher!" He stood up and shouted excitedly.

The teacher turned around and his face changed instantly,"Squat down, squat down quickly!"

However, it was too late. The boy touched the most taboo action on the battlefield and exposed himself as a target to the hunter's eyes.

It was like a light in the dark, shining brightly.

Bang!

Every time the fangs of the god of death appeared on the battlefield, they would inevitably reap a life for themselves to taste.

The picture was infinitely slowed down in an instant, and one of the boy's arms was separated from his body from his shoulder at a slow motion speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood bloomed into a beautiful red spider lily in the air, welcoming the boy's death.

"Ah!"

The young man howled miserably, his eyes wide open, the severe pain causing his body to spasm, the backflowing blood instantly filled his eyes, like a dying young animal.

The injured soldier, struggling to hold on, pulled the young man into the trench.

"hold onto!"

"Xiao Fang!"The teacher was so sad that he was about to run away, but was pinned to the ground by a soldier.

"……Teacher, it hurts……"

The Japanese invaders' heavy sniper rifles were equipped with armor-piercing bullets, which would penetrate the enemy's flesh and blood in a rotating manner, and the speed of the bullets was unimaginable.

The wounds caused by the damage could not be healed at all, and they could only wait for death, and there was great pain during the period.

Boom!

The black soil of the bomb continued to spread in all directions in the air. The young boy rolled his eyes and used his other hand to push the medicine box to the life of the injured soldier.

"Medicine... gauze……"

The wounded soldier looked at the child in his arms, who was in great pain, and saw that the fingers on the child's broken arm could still move, and he burst into tears.

"Hold on, someone will come to rescue you soon!"

"It hurts... it hurts so much……"

Boom!

The sky dyed red by war became their only background pattern!

The boy left after all!

Before leaving, he suffered a lot of torture and pain!