Xiao Zheng held the urn with his left hand and put the index finger of his right hand to his lips, gesturing for the reporters to keep quiet. But the expression on his face was indifferent. There was no trace of joy or anger on his face.
He was just making such a gesture. He just wanted to tell the reporters that his soldiers were sleeping and not to wake them up.
But it was such a seemingly calm gesture that deeply shocked the hearts of the reporters.
What kind of person was this commander-in-chief of anti-terrorism who was criticized as a butcher?
In the face of the enemy, he did not even spare the children. He was like a Grim Reaper with a scythe, harvesting the fragile lives. But at this moment, he subconsciously made such a shocking gesture. He even had to take care of the urn properly.
Everyone could see that Xiao Zheng's action was absolutely subconscious. There was no pretense at all —
In fact, would a soldier who dared to kill the Boy Scouts really bother to put on a show?
He was not even afraid of the criticism of the whole world. Why would he care about the reporters in front of him?
In front of the African media, he was the complete opposite of the one in front of Hua Xia's media …
"Instructor Xiao, rumors about you have been flying all over the place recently. I would like to interview you about this matter. "A reporter was the first to come back to his senses and put the microphone in front of Xiao Zheng. "Do you really think that those Boy Scouts deserved to be killed? If you could do it all over again, would you really kill them with your own hands? "
These questions were the responses that Xiao Zheng had given when he was in Africa.
At this moment, when the reporter from Hua Xia brought it up again. Xiao Zheng just tightened the urn in his arms and said calmly, "If I could do it all over again, I would do my best to protect my soldiers. So that they could come back alive. Instead of lying in this urn. "
The audience was silent.
A sense of sorrow spread throughout the audience. The agitated reporters became gloomy.
That was right —
The Boy Scouts did not deserve to die. Did our soldiers deserve to die?
At the very least, those child soldiers had killed people and were terrorists. What about our soldiers?
They were fighting for justice!
Why is everyone concerned about the tragic fate of the Boy Scouts, and no one concerned about the fate of our lovely soldiers?
After a moment of silence, a middle-aged reporter asked in a rather gentle tone, "Instructor Xiao, do you mean that everything you've done is to protect your soldiers? Instead of killing innocent people? "
Xiao Zheng slowly turned around and stared straight at the middle-aged reporter. "I am a soldier. My mission this time is to destroy evil. "
After a pause, Xiao Zheng said word by word, "I refuse to answer your question."
The reporter also realized that his question was indeed disrespectful to the other party. Especially — no matter what wrong decisions they made, their overall behavior was positive and full of positive energy.
What right did he have to slander their efforts? What right did they have to tarnish their contributions?
At this time, a female reporter squeezed in, stretched out her microphone and asked, "Instructor Xiao. What do you want to do the most after returning to China? "
This female reporter was a reporter from a certain romance magazine. The questions he asked were also more emotional. They were not as sharp and unpleasant as the previous reporters.
"Send my soldiers home," Xiao Zheng said word by word.
"And then?" The reporter continued to ask.
She needed more answers from Xiao Zheng. It didn't matter if it was newsworthy or not.
In fact — at this moment, Xiao Zheng had countless topics to talk about. As long as he opened his mouth, there would definitely be people willing to listen. Many people were willing to listen.
"And then?" Xiao Zheng's eyes showed a touch of gentleness as he pursed his lips and said. "Go home."
After sending the soldiers home. He should also go home!
Go home?
All the reporters were a little confused. But this was the best answer.
Yes. Xiao Zheng went abroad to carry out a mission with a slim chance of survival. Now that he was back, wouldn't the place he wanted to go the most be home?
This man who took care of the soldiers meticulously and the first place he wanted to go after returning to China was home — could he really be such a cruel butcher?
Or perhaps — the situation at that time was not what the photos showed?
Without investigation, there was no right to speak. This was the attitude of a person with a moral bottom line. And reporters usually liked to stir up trouble for no reason, turning small things into big things and big things into explosions. Of course, this was not questioning the ethics of reporters, but the nature of their work determined their style of doing things.
But tonight, they all tacitly kept silent.
Perhaps they were moved by the personality charm of this young soldier in front of them. Or perhaps — they really felt sorry for this group of soldiers.
They served their country and sacrificed their lives for world peace. And after returning home, what greeted them was not applause or cheers, but doubts and difficulties.
Put yourself in their shoes and think about it, who could stand it?
No one could stand it!
But what about this group of lovely soldiers?
None of them responded sharply. They were silent and used the simplest words to answer the reporters' questions.
They did not feel proud because they had successfully carried out the mission. In fact, there was a strong sense of sadness on their faces.
This was the soldiers of Hua Xia.
A group of soldiers who contributed silently without asking for anything in return, but should never be slandered or slandered!
Clap clap clap!
Suddenly, there was applause in the crowd.
At first, it was only sporadic, but as time went by, the applause was like thunder. It resounded through the sky!
"Let's — go!"
Wei Jiang shouted, "Forward!"
The neat and uniform team strode forward and gradually disappeared from the sight of the media.
"Sigh —" an old reporter sighed. "Maybe, we really blamed them wrongly?"
"What do you mean by maybe?" another middle-aged reporter said indignantly. "I didn't f * cking want to interview them at all! What the f * ck is this! A few photos can erase their contribution? A few photos can lose trust in the soldiers of Hua Xia? "
This person had a fiery temper, but his words were crude. After a few words, the reporters next to him were also quite moved.
Someone muttered in a low voice, "Actually, we're just doing this for the news. Didn't you see? There are actually a lot of people on the Internet who support them. It's just that the higher-ups haven't said anything yet. Many people suspect that according to the past style, this group of soldiers will definitely not have a good ending. "
"Sigh — what the f * ck is this world!"
"Enough. Don't say anything else. Anyway, I don't intend to continue doing news to smear this group of soldiers. Who cares who the f * ck! "
"Count me in!" another reporter said. "Originally, the boss left a headline spot for me. He asked me to publish the interview content. Forget it. I'll go and make up a novel! "
"Then, it's decided! Although we won't be of much help, at least we can't smear our own soldiers anymore! "
"Whoever dares to smear our name is not a man of Hua Xia!"
"We women …"
"Haha. If you dare to smear our name, I'll curse you to grow fat for the rest of your life! "
"F * ck, you're too f * cking vicious!"
"Hahaha —"
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