inspire-indiana Chapter 228 Are you guys still celebrating Christmas?
Chapter 228 Are you guys still celebrating Christmas?
Jinling
It plays once every hour and repeats for two days.
The same time.
The image on the large LED screen in the upper right corner of the Xinsheng Network sign changed.
Likewise, a dim screen.
Likewise, the monotonous and sad sound of tapping.
A series of shocking subtitles were typed out.
Night of February 1937, 7.
As the sound of the foot basin gunshots rang out, the whole country fell into dire straits.
In the picture, Anyuan County, which has not yet been affected by the war, is peaceful. On the stage of the theater, the play "Peach Blossom Fan" with its sorrows and joys is still being sung, with one performer taking the stage after another.
Pei Yanzhi stood on the small stage, his sleeves flowing gracefully and his Kunqu opera singing beautifully.
Amidst cheers, she vividly portrayed Li Xiangjun, a woman who dared to love and hate, and was willing to stain peach blossoms with blood.
But the next second, the artillery fire of Jiaobenzi shattered the gate of the county town. The vicious Jiaobenzi burned, killed and looted along the way. Led by Ergouzi, they surrounded the theater and forced Pei Yanzhi to perform a solo show for them with knives and guns.
"idiot!"
"You Chinese pig, don't be so ungrateful. If you don't perform, I will burn down your theater and kill everyone in it. And your beautiful girl will also be slowly killed by me."
"You, are you going to sing or not?"
Pei Yanzhi concealed the anger in his heart, smiled and nodded, turned back to the room, sat in front of the dressing table, and began to draw his eyebrows.
At night, the small county town was dark, but the theater was brightly lit.
The girls with bound feet sat under the stage, drinking wine, eating meat, and chatting and laughing freely.
The gongs and drums sound, the curtain opens, and the show begins.
The song on stage is about love that comes from nowhere but is ever-lasting and deep.
Sitting in the audience are jackals, tigers and leopards, and evil spirits are in power.
As the drum beats became more urgent and the singing became more sad and angry, the singers in the audience were stunned.
Just as Xiaojiaobenzi was stunned, Li Xiangjun on the stage shouted loudly,
"ignition!"
boom……
In an instant, the entire theater was engulfed in flames.
The children with small feet ran out in panic, but they couldn't get out.
The little foot basins were enraged and turned around and fired at the stage.
The opera happened to be singing the part that goes, "I once saw the orioles singing in the Jade Palace of Jinling at dawn, and the flowers blooming early in the Qinhuai Waterside Pavilion. Who knew that the ice would melt so easily? I watched him build his red building, I watched him entertain his guests, and I watched his building collapse. Here on this pile of green moss and blue tiles, I once slept in a carefree state, witnessing the rise and fall of fifty years..."
boom……
The theater collapsed with a loud bang, engulfing all the small foot basins in a raging fire...
The short film, which was already exciting, coupled with the high and low singing of "Red Ling", immediately brought out the inexpressible emotions in everyone's hearts to the extreme.
Especially after playing the role of the Pipa Girl, she disguised herself as a man to play Pei Yanzhi. Although she seemed a little weak, the word "ignite" instantly brought the androgynous heroic spirit to the extreme.
In an instant, the emotions surging in everyone's hearts exploded!
"ignition!"
"ignition!"
"ignition……"
This time, after watching the short film "Red Ling", people did not leave immediately. Instead, they waited for an hour and shouted "Ignite" along with Chen Ningning's version of Pei Yanzhi!
It made everyone want to rush into the big screen with a gasoline barrel and burn those bastards in the small foot basin to death.
This time, there were fewer doubts.
There were also fewer angry curses.
Many people, out of their hatred for the bound foot basin, began to follow the demonstrations during the National Day.
"Is this what Pan Yinian meant?"
"We would rather risk the nascent internet being suppressed by the dominant internet than rekindle our patriotic spirit."
“Is this the good boy of China?”
Some people thought they had guessed Pan Yinian's thoughts.
Some people also admire it.
Some people even sneered at it.
Even Baligon was too lazy to mock him, as if he was watching a cricket under his fingertips, struggling to death.
"Is that really the case?"
Liu Yiyi, who had suffered psychological trauma from Pan Yinian's betrayal, frowned.
Her intuition told her that Pan Yinian was definitely not the kind of person who would just sit there and wait for death.
Pan Yinian must be planning another big move.
"Maybe it's time to reconsider other options."
Looking at Baligao who was sneering wantonly, Liu Yiyi suddenly had this thought in her mind.
But then she shook her head again.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. The Ba family is so powerful and influential. How could Pan Yinian have that kind of power?"
however,
As time goes by,
Along with this, short films are released one after another.
As Baligang made drastic preparations for the Overlord Network Franchise Chain and began to compete with all four parties as a victor, the fifth short film suddenly blew up the entire Jinling.
The violent momentum, like a hurricane, swept across the south and north of the Yangtze River.
12 month 23 day.
In the evening, it is the Western festival - Christmas Eve.
That day, at ten o'clock in the morning.
Under the spotlight,
Amidst the sneers of the Ba family and others,
Under Liu Qing's sneer,
The large screen on the upper right side of the Xinsheng Network sign was turned on again as scheduled.
This time,
No heavy subtitles.
There is no boring and sad clicking sound.
At the beginning, there are deafening calls of counting.
"Report, the Second Company was supposed to have 135 people, but only 21 showed up."
"Report, the Third Company was supposed to have 157 people, but only 43 showed up."
"Report, the Fourth Company was supposed to have 152 people, but only 32 people showed up."
"Report, the Fifth Company was supposed to have 128 people, but only 38 showed up."
"Report, the artillery battalion should have 221 men, and the actual number is 107."
"Report, the Seventh Infiltration Company expected 157 people, but only one actually arrived..."
Boxes of cloth nameplates for the deceased,
The gloomy atmosphere,
Dim lights,
The air is thick with smoke,
And the leader who slowly turned around, with a heavy face and trying hard to suppress his grief, suddenly changed the expressions on everyone's faces into seriousness and grief, and even their teeth were unconsciously clenched.
The commander's lips trembled twice as he looked at Wu Wanli, the only remaining soldier of the Seventh Infiltration Company.
It seems like I can't believe it, and it seems like I'm inexpressibly sad.
The scene changed, and the commander raised his clenched right fist high and shouted loudly: "Resist the ugliness and aid Korea, and defend our country."
The screen turns again.
Assembly point.
"I'm Meisheng, the 135th soldier from the 7th Infiltration Company."
In the snow, Mei Sheng, covered in frost, drove an open-top military tracked vehicle, swooped down the hillside, crashed into the Ugly Army position, and was hit by a tank...
"Seventh Infiltration Company, 221st Soldier, I join the army."
On the snowy hillside, Yu Congrong, with frosted eyebrows, opened fire at a swooping Ugly Army fighter plane to protect his comrades, and was eventually burned to ashes by an incendiary bomb...
"The 280th soldier, Pinghe."
At the front line, Pinghe, clutching a pack of explosives, lost his arm after being crushed by a tank. He begged Zhanyou to shoot the pack of explosives, so that he and the tank would perish together...
"The seventh warrior, Lei Suisheng."
On the snow, Lei Suisheng drove a jeep with smoke bombs to attract American fighter planes, but was hit by a bomb dropped by the fighter planes...
"No. 162, Wu Qianli."
Wu Qianli sneaked into the enemy position and was surrounded by the enemy. After being hit by several bullets, Wu Qianli gritted his teeth and persisted in firing, hitting the trigger of the enemy artillery shell and perishing together with the enemy...
The screen turns again,
On the snow-covered mountains, the volunteers were wearing thin clothes, shivering, and gnawing on potatoes that were harder than stones.
On the snow-covered mountains, large groups of volunteer soldiers were frozen to death.
On the snow-covered mountains, groups of volunteer soldiers who were frozen to death were burned by the ugly American soldiers with flamethrowers.
On the snow-covered mountainous terrain, countless volunteers rushed forward, one after another, towards the enemy positions...
clack clack...
The heavy typing sound rang out again.
1950年11月27日至12月24日，我国和丑国两支王牌军在朝鲜长津湖地区展开激战。
Due to the emergency entry into North Korea, the 9th Corps of the Volunteer Army was not equipped with cold-resistant winter clothing. In this battle, there were casualties, frostbite, and more than 4000 people frozen to death.
1950, April 12.
The volunteer soldiers wore thin clothes and ate potatoes harder than stones in the severe cold of minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius.
The ugly soldiers were in the warm barracks, drinking wine, eating roast turkey and singing.
On this day, the volunteer army, regardless of life and death, won the victory of the Battle of Changjin Lake.
Only then did we usher in the dawn of victory in the War to Resist Ugliness and Aid Korea.
That’s how we have it today.
There is no Santa Claus in my motherland.
Ugly country, Santa Claus is slaughtering our compatriots...
Snapped!
The subtitles disappear here.
Pan Yinian, dressed in the uniform of the Volunteer Army, appeared on the screen and asked in a heavy voice, "Are you still celebrating Christmas?"