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

"Well said!"

In the Kyoto Institute of History, the two old men, Dong Changping and Liu Xuexi, had tears in their eyes. No one could resonate with them more than Xiao Xian's statement.

They lived from the tail end of the previous era and could better understand the hardships and countless difficulties and obstacles at that time.

Xiao Xian's self-narration simply hit them in the heart.

At the same time, the number of people online at the same time in the live broadcast room has broken through an unimaginable number.

The synthetic calculation system of the background technical department has a stuck phenomenon, and it is impossible to count the specific number of online people.

At this time, they are busy and exhausted. They don't care about the statistical number anymore. The only thing to do now is to maintain the normal operation of the system.

As long as it doesn't crash, they will be considered successful!

This is an extremely terrible result. The pressure on the data channel can be imagined.

The manager of the technical department was sweating profusely. He watched Xiao Xian's live broadcast frame rate constantly fluctuating, and his whole back was already wet.

The special effects in the picture are too macro and advanced, which has brought unimaginable loads to the more than 100 computers in their technical department.

Several computers are dry!

The technical manager was in his fifties and couldn't stand this. He looked at Xiao Xian's tall figure on the live screen and muttered to himself:

"Where did this little guy find the technical team? With such a powerful special effects calculation method, the investment in a Hollywood blockbuster is no more than this, right?!"

During the live broadcast, a huge clock appeared on the 3D screen behind Xiao Xian.

His eyes were filled with sorrow, and he said in a calm voice:"Gentlemen, we can see from the blueprints of the old times how our ancestors fought bloody battles. In peaceful times, we praise the greatness of life, but in the battlefields of the old times, life was the cheapest thing.

We live in an era that is hard-won, and Xiao Xian urges you to follow my steps again.

Let us witness together the final confession from the defense of Teng County!"

He turned around, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the clock hanging in the air.

Time became an observable entity in Xiao Xian's hands!

On his fingers, he could see incalculable numbers forming and dissipating in the air, as if it had become an eternal cycle in time and space.

The black in the sky gradually faded away, and the footsteps of the war became a dynamic mural of a two-dimensional plane in a 3D space.

Countless Sichuan Army soldiers shed their blood and swore to defend the periphery of Teng County.

Fighter jets flew across the sky, like hawks. On the ground, the enemy's tanks and armored vehicles turned into ferocious lizards covered in steel scales, spewing venom representing death and destruction.

The earth was devastated, the city collapsed, and the former warmth was destroyed by countless artillery bombardments.

The people of the old era fled in panic, leaving behind countless bloody footprints.

The Sichuan Army had only more than 3,000 troops, facing tens of thousands of enemy troops and more advanced weapons and equipment, and they resisted for three days and one night.

They were fearless and used their lives and blood to delay the The enemy's footsteps.

However, in the face of the enemy's heavy armed suppression, they could only retreat to the interior of Teng County, at the cost of more than 2,000 people, delaying the enemy's capture of Teng County.

The troops led by Wang Mingzhang were forced to return to the inner city, and they only had three or four hundred soldiers left. The enemy's large army has entered the city, and the city has been destroyed, with ruins everywhere and a mess.

They are constantly reducing the area of encirclement. The ammunition in the troops led by Wang Mingzhang is about to be consumed.

Boom!

There was a sound of explosion in the distance, and their hiding place was discovered. It was another tragic chase. Wang Mingzhang took the only little force while fighting and retreating, and hid in an electric light factory that could be defended.

At this time, there were only a dozen people left. A chase, and the sacrifice of many soldiers, hundreds of other soldiers were dispersed, and the enemy was still searching on the periphery.

Teng County is not a big city, but it is not a small city. It takes some time to find them in so many broken houses.