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Chapter 194 The end of full-band blocking interference on the snow field

Squeeze, squeak, squeak.

After a burst of piercing electronic whistling, some babbling English came out from the radio speaker, as if a foreigner was speaking.

Zhong Dingyi was surprised: "This thing is..."

"Shh, don't talk." Ping He made a gesture of silence with one hand, and stopped him.

In the single-conductor horn tube, the human voice quickly stabilized and became clearer.

Several people saw the American brand radio, half of which was frozen into lumps, and there was real noise coming from inside. The few people who were crowded and arguing with each other just now stopped talking for a while, and all stood still, with their ears pricked up. He listened hard, trying to hear some important information from the indistinct radio waves.

"...Yale, you know?"

"What should I know?"

"I think you must be very interested in it. The limelight is not very good recently. The Americans made a big fuss in the headquarters of the United Allied Forces. During their evacuation in Xiajieyu, a major general's assistant was ordered to take the soldiers and leave the base. , ha, and guess what—”

"Could it be that the Chinese stopped me when I went out, or did Shangfeng issue another combat order?"

"Neither, I guess you must have never thought of it."

"Okay, I admit it. Tell me?"

"Half an hour after they set off, they counted the number of people in the car, only to find that one person was missing."

"What I say? This guy must be a daredevil..."

"No, on the contrary, those who have been left behind are jumping in a hurry in the headquarters."

"Why? Could it be left behind..."

"Because this guy is the Major General himself! Can't you think of it? A Major General of the Marine Corps was forgotten by his assistant. When the army had boarded the car and returned, he was still sleeping in the tent, and was almost captured by the Chinese. , hahahaha...I'm so sorry...oh, hahaha, I...I can't help it, this is the funniest joke I've seen this year."

"Oh God, Jack. It's not funny, I finally know your bad taste..."

On the radio, there was a chattering English conversation coming from the big electronic tube speaker, but after listening to it for a long time, I couldn't understand a few words.

"It seems that there is a 'Chinese'?" Zhong Dingyi was not sure.

The English teachers in the army have taught the Chinese and Americans how to call them in English, "Qia Li Zhi", "buy a wheel when you're hungry", and repeated it several times in the conversation, so he has some impressions.

Ping He turned his head, looked at Yu Congrong and said, "Don't you like to show off your English, have you heard anything?"

Yu Congrong was speechless, how could he understand?
In fact, he only knows a few similar words, and it's nothing more than bluffing people. If he really wants to play...that's called blindness.

The voice on the radio had just been blah blah, and a series of English letters were still echoing in his mind, making him feel dizzy.

Seeing that he couldn't explain why, Zhong Ding curled his lips and said, "Platoon leader, I thought you really understood, Wei Guo, change the signal."

"No problem." Song Weiguo grinned. Although it was cold, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He didn't know how to do it, so he slapped the wooden box of the receiving radio heavily.

Yu Congrong frowned: "You guys are messing around, it was luck just now, how could it be..."

blah!

But he didn't finish his sentence--

"This is the South Korean headquarters of the American United Broadcasting Station. Now it is broadcasting the news of the frontline battle..." After a harsh sound from the radio speaker, it actually jumped to a new signal.

"Yes, yes!" Zhong Ding shouted in a small voice, dancing and dancing, quite happy.

Yu Congrong's eyes widened, and he almost bit his tongue. He forcibly held back the second half of his sentence.

He flipped through the radio stations and codebooks handed over by the U.S. Army, but he didn't understand the specific operating principles of these new radio stations. ?What the hell.

"Ham, is there any special news today?"

"In addition to the retreat, it is still a retreat. Oh, of course, according to the battle report of the aircraft carrier in the Sea of ​​Japan, the 'Bald Eagle' fleet was cleaned up perfectly in the morning. I don't know if this will add a little surprise to our way back home."

"God bless……"

"Find someone who can understand." Ping He tried his best to listen, but he really couldn't understand. Their English level is equal to zero in conversation, not to mention that the US military announcer speaks at a speed like a machine gun. .

"Yes, yes!" Zhong Dingyi said.

Song Weiguo was familiar with it, and he slapped it with his palm again.

Yu Congrong stopped talking and listened obediently.

"This is Liaodong People's Broadcasting Station. Today we are honored to invite Professor Dai from Shenyang *** School to give us a lecture on the special program "History of American Invasion of China". The valiant army of the United States emperor is as fierce as a tiger..."

"Hey, I have it!"

Everyone was shocked, and when they heard the familiar Chinese voice and accent, they all became interested and felt extremely familiar.

The radio was talking about Liaodong. People didn’t know where Liaodong was, but they knew Anton, and probably understood that this place should be in the north, otherwise the radio wouldn’t be able to pick it up.

It's a pity that they didn't hear how this professor Dai, who had never met before, made this period of American history, because the program has come to an end, and the lecture is about to end, the male announcer said a few words and played a song soon , that is a Liaodong ditty that everyone has never heard before. The singing is rough and passionate, which makes everyone listen to it with gusto until the sound of the radio falls, as if in a dream.

"Oh, I haven't heard enough." Song Weiguo hugged the radio, feeling very cold, but very satisfied. He said, "I don't know what's going on in our hometown?"

"Where is your home?" Ping He asked.

"It's the black land in the northeast, not far from Liaodong."

Yu Congrong didn't speak, he had no family, no relatives, Pinghe glanced at him, knew him very well, didn't discuss this topic deeply, and said: "Is this radio still working, change the station."

"Can, must~."

Song Weiguo became excited when he heard this, he laughed a little, and he had to use the tremolo between his lips and tongue, and he couldn't pronounce it in pure Northeast dialect.

Yu Congrong looked at him towards the loose places outside the radio, took several shots, and soon received an English signal, and even a Korean broadcast station, but none of them could understand. , can only stare at each other, and then skip.

However, after several shots and shots, there was no sound. It seemed that the signal was not good at night. In the heavy snow, there were a bunch of garbled codes buzzing continuously, and there was no specific signal.

Yu Congrong said unconvinced: "Don't ruin the film, this thing is precious."

"That can't, I..."

"—This is the Central People's Broadcasting Station, this is the Central People's Broadcasting Station!"

Suddenly, Song Weiguo raised his hand and slapped it down, and a new radio signal suddenly jumped out. Accompanied by very standard Chinese, this is a male announcer:

"This is the Central People's Broadcasting Station. It is nine o'clock in the evening Beijing time. Since leaving the country, all the officers and soldiers of the Chinese People's Volunteers have achieved excellent results on the frontline battlefields. Winning battle after battle, defending our country for us..."

The crowd stopped clamoring and shouting a few times ago, and they all stopped, and said in unison: "It's Beijing!"

That's right, it's Beijing.

Song Weiguo was about to slap again, but Pinghe quickly grabbed it with his sharp eyes, and Yu Congrong couldn't move around. He leaned forward and listened hard to the radio.

It was a male announcer who spoke pure Beijing Mandarin, which was more standard than the people present. In his tone full of passion, he expressed his consolation and blessing to all the officers and soldiers who died in the war for the past month, and it sounded nothing special. Yes, but a few people listened together head to head, never tired of it.

until……

"Now broadcast a special message, the latest telegram from Comrade Mao Zedong in China. On behalf of *** and ***, he expressed condolences and awards to all combatants on the front line——"

As soon as the announcer's words fell, everyone held their breath subconsciously, as if they were aware of what was about to happen.

Squeeze, squeak, squeak...

The radio signal was unstable again, and the night sky outside the top of the mountain was full of snow, and a biting wind and frost blew against the ground.

"Hey, why is there no sound again..." Yu Congrong scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks anxiously.

"I don't know, it's snowing..."

"Don't make noise, sit down."

Song Weiguo and Yu Congrong pulled, and Pinghe was talking about them, but the next moment, both of them stopped.

Because there was a voice with a Hunan accent in the radio speaker, which sounded slowly in the silence of dull electronic noise.

It was a deep, full and high-pitched male voice, as if representing the voice of an era, piercing the darkness in the silence, sonorous and powerful:
"Comrades..."

"Our Ninth Corps fought in foreign battlefields, and under extremely difficult conditions, it completed a huge strategic task. It blocked the enemy who broke through in the south, and blocked the enemy who reinforced it in the north. It was extremely brave and tenacious..."

"We often say that this army must have an indomitable spirit. It must overwhelm all enemies and never be surrendered by the enemy. No matter in any difficult or difficult situation, as long as there is one person left, this person will continue to fight. They are already Did it!"

"Comrades..."

"All the commanders and fighters of our No. 20 Army highly displayed their heroic spirit. They fiercely penetrated and divided the enemy. They were not afraid of hardships and dangers. They held their positions and killed and wounded the enemy in large numbers. They fought very well."

"Such noble political qualities and perseverance are worthy of admiration and praise. I hope all comrades will continue to work hard—to strive for greater victories!"

This voice spoke word by word, slowly, without rush, but full of great strength. Everyone has fought for several years. Xiangtan is the cradle of the Red Army. Xiangtan, in Yan'an, in Beijing, the infinite yearning of the voice master.

"The Central People's Broadcasting Station, the Central People's Broadcasting Station, is now broadcasting the national anthem of the People's Republic of China..."

The talk on the radio stopped, the broadcast continued, and in the cold weather of this foreign country, a march of the volunteers rang out:
"stand up!"

"People who don't want to be slaves!"

"Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood!"

"The Chinese nation has reached the most dangerous time..."

"Everyone was forced to let out a final roar—"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

"stand up……"

The singing gradually drifted away, and the signal sizzled in the ice and snow. It was not very smooth, but everyone was fascinated by it, and felt the scalp numb, and a feeling of soul tremor sublimated from the end of the spine To the back of the brain, little by little, there are already endless tears in the eyes.

Song Weiguo was the closest to the radio, and could hear it most clearly. He wiped away his tears, which fell into ice particles in the cold wind.

The same goes for the others, thinking of many, many at once, victories, victories, victories built by blood, corpses and soldiers... What a precious thing this is!

"That's great." Yu Congrong said blankly.

"That's great..." he repeated, and then laughed while crying, "The [-]th Army fought well, but the headquarters is gone."

"Will Qilian also..." Song Weiguo was touched by the scene, his nose was red from the severe cold, and his nose was twitching, tears streaming down his face.

"No, absolutely not, Qilian will always be there. As long as there is one person left, this person will continue to fight." At this time, the blizzard had arrived in the dark night of North Korea, and the moon and stars had disappeared, but Pinghe said firmly.

(End of this chapter)