Hankou Dragon King Temple, Jianghan Voice Live Broadcast Room.

In front of Xiao Bing, there were several pieces of paper.

On the paper was a long list, a list of the fallen in the battle of Hankow.

On these lists, a few familiar names are outlined with a red pen.

Seeing these names, Xiao Bing's beautiful eyes turned red instantly, and he tried his best to control it so that his tears did not fall.

After a long time, Xiao Bing's emotions finally calmed down, then turned on the device, and said into the microphone: "The soldiers of the Wuhan Garrison, the audience and friends of all China, and the overseas Chinese, I regret to tell you very much that this will be the last broadcast of the Voice of Jianghan!" ”

"Because, the defense of Wuhan has entered the last moment!"

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

"If we lose, Wuhan will fall, and the devil 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 counteroffensive against the Japanese army along with the main force of the Fifth War Zone, and the voice of Jianghan will also be off the air!"

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

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

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

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

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

……

Jiangxi Guixi, Tea Tree Ping.

Mother Yang, who has gray hair, is sewing and mending torn clothes under the dim oil lamp.

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

On the radio, the host Xiao Bing was reading a long list in a deep tone.

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

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

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

However, Yang's mother already had a premonition that his little Qiu'er had sacrificed her life for the country!

Suddenly, muddy tears burst out of Yang's mother's eyes, dripping down and wetting the placket on her chest.

……

At the same time, in Jiujian Lang Village, Tongshan County, Hubei Province, Xiang Jia.

Dinner has already been eaten, Xiang Dad is squatting on the steps smoking dry cigarettes, Xiang Mom is washing dishes in the kitchen, and Lotus is feeding millet porridge to the little pomegranate.

On the dining table, there is a radio sent by the county office.

The host on the radio was reading the names one by one.

Although the host Xiao Bing did not say what kind of list this is, whether it is Xiang Dad, Xiang Ma or Lotus, they all know very well what kind of list this is.

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

So, it didn't seem like the three of them were listening much, but in fact, all their attention was on the radio, and they were all waiting for the list to finish.

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

Hearing Xiang Guanying's three words, Xiang Dad's eyes suddenly froze.

Xiang's mother, who was holding a wooden spoon to scoop water, also trembled, and the wooden spoon fell to the ground with a clatter.

Tears welled up in the lotus pair's beautiful eyes, but they didn't cry because they couldn't hold back, but the tears couldn't be controlled, and they fell down with a clatter, falling on the face of the little pomegranate.

Little Pomegranate was still young and had no idea why her mother was crying.

Just stretched out a pair of chubby little hands, stroked her mother's face, and babbled hoarsely.

After a long time, Xiang Mother came over, took the little pomegranate from the lotus flower's arms, and said distressedly: "Lotus, if you want to cry, cry out loud, don't suffocate." ”

"Auntie, I'll feed the pigs." But the lotus flower picked up the swill bucket and snatched the door away.

A moment later, the suppressed cry of the lotus flower came from the direction of the pigsty, and the liver and intestines were broken.

……

In Chongqing, the combat hall of the high command.

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

After a long time, the list was finally read, and Xiao Bing said again: "Careful friends must have discovered that in the list I just read, there are many names we have heard of. ”

"Yes, they are the eighteen veterans who came to our live broadcast room of the Voice of Jianghan yesterday and told everyone what was in their hearts!"

"How I wish this list was fake!"

"I hope that Company Commander Yang and Company Commander Xiang did not sacrifice!"

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

"You may not know that as early as more than two months ago, Company Commander Yang Jinqiu's eldest brother had died on the battlefield in Hunan and Jiangxi, and Company Commander Yang was already Yang's mother's only relative in this world!"

"I hope that Company Commander Xiang is still alive! In this way, the lotus flower does not have to lose her beloved, the little pomegranate does not have to lose her father's love at the age of infancy, and to her father, mother, and she does not have to bear the pain of sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person! ”

"But, I want to say, this is war! Such things as spending a full moon and reuniting with a family will only appear in dramas and movies, and in real wars, they don't exist at all! ”

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

"I would like to dedicate this song to the soldiers of the national army who sacrificed on the battlefield of Wuhan, to all the soldiers who sacrificed on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, and to their relatives!"

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

"Maybe I'm saying goodbye and won't be coming back, do you understand? Do you understand? ”

"Maybe I will fall, and I will never get up again, do you still want to look forward to it forever?"

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

"Maybe my eyes will never be open again, do you understand, my silent feelings?"

"Maybe I will sleep forever and will never wake up again, do you believe that I have turned into a mountain range?"

"If so, don't be sad, the soil of the republic has our love."

Listening to Xiao Bing's low and sad singing, imagining one after another national soldiers bidding farewell to their relatives, stepping on the battlefield, and then being shot and killed on the battlefield, closing their eyes forever, never waking up again, many senior generals of the party-state present couldn't help but burst into tears and couldn't cry.

Principal Chang also turned his head away violently, not daring to let people look at his eyes.

Because at this moment, Principal Chang's eyes were already full of tears.

Since he became an adult, Principal Chang has lost count of how long it has been since he shed tears.

But at this moment, Principal Chang couldn't control it, he just wanted to cry loudly!