Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 50

bombing

Yu Chen’s body was suddenly twisted to the left, his left arm was pressed tightly against his side, and his forearm was turned out to block Lu Huaichu’s punch.

The bones collided, making a dull “thud” sound.

Lu Huaichu only felt a pain and numbness in his right arm. Yu Chen’s forearm was as solid as an iron rod. He seemed to have been hit by an iron rod just now.

Taking advantage of the gap between Lu Huaichu’s fists, Yu Chen took half a step forward with his right foot. The entire body’s center of gravity was now pressed on his right leg. His right fist from the side of his waist was like a poisonous tongue that had been dormant for a long time. With fangs dripping with venom, it rushed towards the unprotected place under Lu Huaichu’s collarbone.

The fist scraped through the air, causing a sharp sound, and Lu Huaichu closed his eyes subconsciously.

But the pain did not come. He opened his eyes and looked down. The fist did not move away, but stuck to his chest. The fist loosened and turned into a palm. The palm patted Lu Huaichu’s shoulder: “Stand sideways to block, punch to counterattack, do you see clearly?”

Lu Huaichu nodded. Yu Chen’s movements just now were too fast. He needed to digest it, so he slowly started making gestures on the side.

“You don’t need to do this step too much. If you do too much, you will lose your balance and make it difficult for your waist and abdomen to exert force. The center of gravity of your body must be forward.” Yu Chen still stood beside Lu Huaichu and guided him step by step, just like Lu Huaichu guided him and his teammates during the day.

The month in the special brigade passed very quickly. During the day, Lu Huaichu led the team members to conduct first aid operations. At night, he followed Yu Chen for special training. From time to time at noon, he could follow Yu Chen to the shooting range to touch real guns and shoot a few shots.

Under Yu Chen’s special training, Lu Huaichu has mastered many fighting skills.

In Yuchen’s words: “Although I still don’t have an advantage when fighting professional special forces, there is no problem at all in casually capturing an enemy or a thief.”

Yu Chen also suggested that Lu Huaichu could hold a handy small weapon when practicing fighting. His suggestion was a scalpel.

But Lu Huaichu really couldn’t accept the scene of him rushing to the battlefield with a scalpel and throwing the enemy over his shoulder.

That day, Yu Chen had a whim and wanted to see what level Lu Huaichu’s fighting level was now, but he needed to observe from the sidelines what flaws he still needed to correct when attacking, so he selected the most “weak” unlucky guy Xiao Li from among the team members to fight against Lu Huaichu.

This little Li Luhuai had a deep impression at first. Unlike those skinny monkeys, this was a quiet monkey.

However, even with the “weak” Xiao Li, it was still difficult for Lu Huaichu to deal with him. After being thrown to the ground by Xiao Li for the third time, he discovered Xiao Li’s weakness.

After throwing him over the shoulder, Xiao Li’s steps will always be a little unsteady. This is probably because of the weak core strength and unstable bottom plate mentioned by Yu Chen, right?

So Lu Huaichu deliberately exposed his flaw again and induced Xiao Li to throw him again. Xiao Li took the bait.

After being thrown to the ground this time, Lu Huaichu rolled onto his side and lost all the strength to roll out. Then he kicked off his left foot and swept across the ground. His toes scraped the ground and hooked towards Xiao Li’s calf. Xiao Li’s center of gravity was already unstable, and he was hooked like this., staggering a few steps, Lu Huaichu took the opportunity to get close behind Xiao Li, grabbed Xiao Li’s chin with his left hand and raised it sharply, put his right elbow on the fragile throat, and won this small “competition” with a beautiful chokehold.

Poor Xiao Li was trained by Yu Chen for more than an hour.

The departure notice came in advance.

Lu Huaichu packed his luggage, but he couldn’t help but feel excited, “Baby, wait for me, and I will come to find you.”

“He Liang! Be careful!!” Wen Di hid behind a bunker made of bricks and rubble and shouted to He Liang not far away.

Boom!

Another bomb fell in an arc, and the flying sand obscured the sight of the two.

“Brother, move back! We have captured a lot of pictures!!” He Liang snored and dusted his face.

“Okay! Move back a little, and we’ll make a mouth broadcast and send it back to China!” Wen Di wanted to pull He Liang to stand up, but the surrounding ground was shaking because of the constant explosions.

The two stumbled and supported each other, falling down after running a few steps, and struggled to leave the bombing zone.

“Ho…ho…I can’t do it anymore, brother, let me slow down for a while, I’m really out of energy…” As soon as he ran to a safer place, He Liang hugged the camera into his arms, then collapsed on the ground and gasped.

Wen Di nodded and slumped on the ground. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, which was given to him by a local canteen owner during the interview a while ago.

Although he doesn’t smoke, he can’t understand what smokers smoke all day long.

Bombing, shooting, death, the cheerful person you just met today may become a cold and mutilated corpse tomorrow.

Facing so many deaths day after day, Wen Di felt as if he was slowly becoming numb.

That night he sat alone in the tent, with He Liang who had fallen asleep next to him.

He took out the cigarette, followed the example of those who smoked, and held the filter to his mouth. The lighter jumped out a small flame in the darkness, and the firelight illuminated Wen Di’s face.

Wen Di lit the cigarette, took a puff, and was choked without warning and coughed.

The coughing was so heartbreaking that he couldn’t breathe, and tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably. At that moment, Wen Di was sure that he was still alive.

Just being alive is great.

Wen Di shook the cigarette case and poured out two cigarettes from the cigarette case. Although he had learned to smoke, he still had no craving for cigarettes and there were still a lot of cigarettes left in it.

He handed a lighter to He Liang, who was lying on the ground panting, and threw the lighter on his stomach.

He Liang closed his eyes and touched the lighter, lit a cigarette for himself, threw the lighter back into Wen Di’s hand, and lay on the ground and smoked bit by bit.

Wen Di was already very skilled at smoking. After lighting it, he took a deep breath and then calmly blew out the smoke ring. The embarrassment of choking for the first time when he smoked seemed to never appear on him again.

“Brother, tell me, what are we doing here with our heads tied to our belts every day? The mortality rate in the journalist profession is probably caused by us.” He Liang also took a puff of cigarette, and his actions did not match the childish look on his face.

“For ideals.” Wen Di replied, but the next second he sneered: “Bullshit ideals. I just don’t accept those who want hegemony! I just want to expose their lies in front of 7 billion people around the world!”

“Well, for a bullshit ideal, it’s really a bullshit ideal.” He Liang nodded and agreed: “I am too…”

The sound of explosions in the distance was intermittent, and their hearts were also riddled with holes.

“Brother, can we really return to China alive?” He Liang asked after a while.

The smoke had burned to the filter tip, and the sparks were so hot that Wen Di’s hand shook and the filter tip fell to the ground.

If it had been the first few days when Wen Di arrived, he would have comforted He Liang like a close brother, “It will happen, it will definitely happen.”

However, during this period of time here, bombings became more frequent and shootings became more intense. The armed forces of country L began to shoot and kill all civilians of country B who appeared in front of them indiscriminately. The reason was that they looked like Shejaa.

In countless moments, Wen Di thanked his profession for allowing him to wear this body armor with the [PRESS] logo on it, allowing him to save his life through countless flukes.

“Brother?” Wen Di never answered his question. He Liang sat up from the ground, turned around and looked back.

Wen Di didn’t know what he was thinking, and his hand still held the cigarette, but the cigarette had already fallen to the ground, the ashes scattered, and there was a small gray-black mark on the ground.

“He Liang, if I can’t go back, you can burn me on fire, pick up some ashes, and take them back home. Just think of it as helping me fulfill my wish.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?!” He Liang was angry. He didn’t like that Wen Di always looked like he could see through life and death, even though he was obviously not a few years older than him.

“It’s not nonsense. I’m serious. Take the ashes back and contact a doctor named Lu Huaichu at the No. 1 Hospital and give him the ashes. He is… my… ex-wife, um.” Wen Di said something, but He Liang was still kept in the dark by him.

“Forget it.” Wen Di chuckled: “Forget it, that little coward of his, don’t be scared to tears again.”

“Brother…” But He Liang couldn’t stand Wen Di’s stoic and self-destructive look, especially every time he talked about his ex-sister-in-law Lu Huaichu.

What happened between the ex-sister-in-law and Brother Wen?

Who is the ex-sister-in-law that can allow someone as outstanding as Brother Wen to miss her all the time and go to such a dangerous place to heal her emotional wounds?

“Brother will protect you. You are different from me. Your life has just begun. I have already said hello to Anzhou Times. They know your existence and have seen the works you and I have made together. When you go back, as long as you can pass the theoretical test, you can join the job directly. So, you should live a good life, don’t rush so hard, return to China alive, join one of the top three media organizations in the country, find a girlfriend, start a family, and have a good life waiting for you.”

He Liang felt like there was a stone blocking his heart. He wanted to say something, but he saw Wen Di standing up and adjusting the microphone equipment: “Come on, record another oral broadcast, and then we will go back to the camp and send it back to the country.”

After swallowing what he wanted to say, He Liang silently adjusted the camera, then put it on his shoulder and pointed it at Wen Di. Not far behind Wen Di was the area that had just experienced bombing.

The original buildings have been razed to the ground, black smoke is rising from the ruins, and the roar of aircraft that have not yet flown far can still be heard in the sky.

“Just now, we experienced a major bombing. During this bombing, Country L did not issue any warning for civilians to evacuate in advance. The bombing lasted for half an hour. The place pointed behind me was originally a five-story residential building. Now you can see through the camera that only two meters of height are exposed on the ground. It is still unclear whether there are civilians in the building. Country B has organized emergency rescue forces to go deep into the disaster area to search for survivors. The Anzhou Times reporter heard the whistle and sent back a report.”

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