Hankou Dragon King Temple, Jianghan Voice Live Broadcast Room.

In front of Xiao Bing, there were a few sheets of paper.

There is a long list on the paper, a list of the soldiers who fell into battle in the Hankou Battle.

On these lists, use a red pen to draw out some familiar names.

Seeing these names, Xiao Bing's beautiful eyes turned red in an instant, and he tried his best to control them so that he did not let tears fall.

After a while, Xiao Bing's mood finally calmed down. Then he turned on the equipment and said to the microphone: "The soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison District, listeners from all over China, and overseas compatriots, I am very sorry to tell you that this will be the last broadcast of the Voice of Jianghan!"

"Because, the battle for Wuhan has entered its last moment!"

"Tomorrow, the battle for defense of Wuhan will end, either win or lose!"

"If we lose, Wuhan will fall, and the Japanese will definitely not allow the voice of Jianghan to continue to exist."

"If we win, the Japanese army will be defeated, and the troops of the Wuhan garrison will launch a counterattack against the Japanese army with the main force of the Fifth War Zone, and the voice of Jianghan will also be stopped!"

"So, this will be the last episode of our Jianghan Voice."

"However, this episode will last for more than twenty-four hours, from now until tomorrow evening!"

"During these twenty-four hours, I will accompany you in the live broadcast room and inform you of the latest battle situation in Hankou and Hanyang!"

"Before starting today's official program, I want to read a list to you first!"

"Cui Fengjin, Cai Zunjun, Lu Qianyi, Li Weizhou..."

...

Tea Tree Plate, Guixi, Jiangxi.

The white-haired mother Yang was sewing her broken clothes under the dim oil lamp.

On the tea table in front of Yang's mother, there was the radio given by the county.

On the radio, host Xiao Bing was chanting a long list in a low tone.

"Qiao Huanan, Qin Muhan, Liu Dianqing, Yang Jinqiu..."

Hearing the three words Yang Jinqiu, Yang's mother's hands trembled violently, and a sharp sewing needle pierced into her thumb, but Yang's mother didn't feel it at all.

Although Xiao Bing did not say what this is the meaning of the list.

However, Yang's mother had already had a foreshadowing that his little Qiuer had sacrificed her life for the country!

In an instant, turbid tears burst out from Yang's mother's eyes, dripping down, wetting the collars on her chest.

...

At the same time, Xiang Jia is in Jiujianlang Village, Tongshan County, Hubei Province.

After dinner, my father was squatting on the steps and smoking a dry cigarette. My mother was washing dishes in the kitchen, and the lotus was feeding millet porridge to the little pomegranate.

Above the dining table, there was a radio sent by the county office.

The host on the radio was chanting one by one.

Although the host Xiao Bing did not say what the list was, whether it was Xiang Dad, Xiang Mom or Hehua, they knew very well what the list was like.

They just hope that Xiang Guanying will not appear on this list.

So, it seemed that the three of them were not listening much, but in fact, all their attention was on the radio, waiting for the list to be read.

"Xu Renzhi, Hou Maoxuan, Xiang Guanying..."

Hearing the words Xiang Guanying, Xiang Dad's eyes suddenly condensed.

Xiang's mother, who was holding a wooden spoon to scoop water, also had her hands trembling, and the wooden spoon dropped to the ground with a clatter.

Tears suddenly burst out from the beautiful eyes of the lotus. I just held it back and didn't cry, but the tears couldn't be controlled, and they fell down and fell on the little pomegranate's face.

Little pomegranate is still young and has no idea why her mother is crying.

He just stretched out a pair of chubby little hands, stroked his mother's face, and screamed in a mute manner.

After a while, Xiang's mother came over, took the little pomegranate from the arms of the lotus flower, and said with pain: "Lotus, if you want to cry, just cry loudly, don't hold it in a bad way."

"My grandma, I'll go feed the pigs." He Hua picked up the bucket and snatched the door.

After a while, the suppressed cry of lotus flowers came from the direction of the pigpen, and the heartbroken one was broken.

...

In Chongqing, the commander-in-chief combat hall.

Principal Chang and a group of senior generals are also listening to this list.

After a long time, the list was finally finished. Xiao Bing said again: "A careful friend must have discovered that there are many names we have heard in the list I just read."

"Yes, they were the eighteen veterans who came to our Jianghan Voice's live broadcast room yesterday and told everyone about their hearts!"

"I hope this list is fake!"

"I hope so that Company Commander Yang, Company Commander Xiang and the others did not sacrifice!"

"I wish that Mother Yang hasn't lost her only son yet!"

"You may not know that as early as more than two months ago, Company Commander Yang Jinqiu's elder brother had already died in the Hunan-Jiangxi battlefield. Company Commander Yang is already the only relative of Yang's mother in the world!"

"I hope so that Company Commander Xiang is still alive! In this way, the lotus will not have to lose her love, the little pomegranate will not have to lose her father's love at the age of cradle, and Xiang dad and mother will not have to bear the pain of sending black hair to the white hair!"

"But, what I want to say is that this is war! Things like flowers and moons are full, and family reunion will only appear in dramas, movies, and in real wars, it does not exist at all!"

"At this moment, I just want to sing a song to express my mood!"

"I would like to use this song to dedicate it to the soldiers of the National Army who died on the battlefield of Wuhan, to all the soldiers who died on the battlefield of Anti-Japanese War, and to their relatives!"

After pausing for a moment, Xiao Bing's voice and singing sounded again on the radio.

"Maybe I say goodbye and will not come back again, do you understand? Do you understand?"

"Maybe I'm down and will not rise again. Do you still want to expect forever?"

"If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Republic has our blood-stained charm."

"Maybe my eyes will no longer be opened, do you understand my silent feelings?"

"Maybe I will never wake up again. Do you believe that I have turned into mountains?"

"If so, don't be sad. The soil of the Republic has the love we have given."

Listening to Xiao Bing's low and sad singing, imagining one national army soldier after another bid farewell to his relatives, set foot on the battlefield, and then being shot and sacrificed on the battlefield, closing his eyes forever, never waking up again, many senior party and state generals present couldn't help but burst into tears and burst into tears.

Principal Chang also turned away suddenly, not daring to let someone look at him.

Because at this moment, Principal Chang's eyes were filled with tears.

Since he became an adult, Principal Chang has no idea how long it took for him to shed tears.
Chapter completed!