It has to be admitted that although Yan Jiucheng experienced a cruel death scene at the Gate of Hell, when such an arm was blown to him, his heart still beat violently and uncontrollably.

The first thing I did was not fear, but wondering what this was?

It must be admitted that for a second, Yan Jiucheng's head was broken and he was in a trance state. Even though he was not afraid or even excited, he showed the unique temperament of the heroic gene. But after all, he had no experience in his life being in a real battlefield, and he was in it at such a close distance.

No, to be precise, involved.

Then, the sound of the machine gun fire shattered his moment of trance, and Yan Jiuzheng quickly returned to reality. He glanced at the hand and then looked at the two sides not far away.

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the red sun was in the middle of the street. On both sides were the warring parties. From Yan Jiucheng's angle, you can clearly see about seven people on the left behind the vehicle, and about six people on the right were distributed behind the high and low walls over there.

The vehicle was already silent and was under the bullets fired. A shell flew over from the left or right, and bounced to Yan Jiuzheng's feet.

A little further ahead, you just need to raise your camera and take a photo. The excellent photo is a battle between the two sides and a red sun. The picture feels very strong. It can be said that for reporters, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If your photos are not taken well enough, it is because the artillery fire is not close enough. This sentence is the motto of almost every battlefield reporter, but the closer you are to the artillery fire, the more dangerous it is: the short wall in front is already full of holes and is extremely short, and unless you are lying on the ground, there is no shielding effect at all.

Speed ​​is the only trick to keep a battlefield reporter alive.

From here to front, press the shutter and get it done within ten seconds. The dangerous time of being shot will be controlled to ten seconds. The faster the speed, the shorter the time to be exposed to danger. Yan Jiuzheng looked at the distance and calculated in his mind.

Ten seconds was the time when he was exposed to extreme danger. You should know that although the wall ahead was only less than five meters ahead, it was a corner of the street, and the best view was also the place where the god of death was squatting.

Any photo from the front line was taken by a war correspondent at the risk of his life. Speed ​​is crucial, and the rest can only be left to luck. You should know that sometimes you can't be faster. Unfortunately, your luck is a little bit bad and you're hit by a bullet before you even get up.

"Lao Dian, please be at the back of me." Yan Jiucheng shouted at Lao Dian without hesitation. He threw himself at the short wall in front of him with his fastest speed.

Two or three seconds.

Lao Dian raised the stick carrying the national flag with one hand, and held the gun with the other hand to face the back, staring at the street behind. Fortunately, there was no one behind. He turned his head and looked at Yan Jiucheng, and saw him lying on the ground, getting up accurately to start shooting.

If only there was a helmet, it would be able to stop it at least, I thought to myself.

The two sides of the warrior entered a stalemate. When they saw with their own eyes that many of their brothers died, the human sense of hatred accumulated to the peak. When many of the people around them died, their fear of death would be reduced a lot and they would become numb. Under the dual emotions of hatred and numbness, people would become war fanatics.

And what this fanaticism brings is that both sides will fight desperately.

The sound of bullets became increasingly dense, and both sides launched a general attack. This was a good opportunity. For Yan Jiuzheng, who had just hit the low wall, this was the best time to shoot, and of course, it was also the most dangerous moment.

Yan Jiucheng didn't think much about it. After getting up from the ground, he immediately went into a squatting position. The camera strap was hung around his neck. He held the camera with one hand and quickly adjusted the focal length with the other hand. The red sunlight fell on Yan Jiucheng's face, with a red patch printed on him.

Under the camera, a young man on the left poked his head out and fired wildly with a machine gun. His face was covered with blood. A young man on the right, who could not tell that his head was covered with dirt also showed his face, roaring, and his mouth full of teeth looked particularly white in the dirt.

Red Sun and scrapped car in the middle of the camera.

Whether it is the composition or any details of the characters, they are made of nature. This is a real battlefield, but it is like the camera of a TV series, exquisite, wild and cruel.

There are very few photos that can take the front line, and there are only a handful of photos that can take the front line. Not only can the front line, but both sides of the war also have the same photo. There is also a red sun that makes the whole picture fuller. Photos of blood shining against each other on the ground are even rare.

This is a photo that can be recorded in the history of battlefield photos.

Yan Jiucheng took a deep breath, pressed the shutter in the rain of bullets, and then lay on the ground again with extraordinary agility.

The speed is very fast, and it only took about four seconds from lifting the camera to adjusting the focus. This is indispensable to Yan Jiucheng's hard training in college. In college, in order to exercise students majoring in journalism to stabilize the camera, there is a basic skill that must be practiced: the palm is super-supporting the camera, and then two bricks are placed, so that the lifting will not shake for a long time.

This is the basic skill, the basic skill of a professional journalist. Not to mention that there is a tripod now, under special circumstances, the tripod is too slow. Whether it is a war correspondent or a people's livelihood reporter, you often need to pull the camera closer dozens of meters. Anyone who has taken the photo knows that when you pull it closer, a slight shaking will make the photo blur.

At that time, Yan Jiucheng developed good arm strength by just holding up the bricks and developed muscles.

Yan Jiuzhen looked at the photo he just took, this photo with the right time, place, people and everything was so coordinated. When he saw it, he was stunned.

The photos are blurred.

It seems that perhaps because of the war around him, his hands still trembled slightly when he pressed the shutter. After all, shooting on weekdays is different from shooting in a life-and-death scene.

"Retreat! They moved to this side!" Seeing that Yan Jiucheng had finished filming, Lao Dian did not retreat, and shouted, and saw that the two sides of the war began to move to this side, and it was obvious that one side could not hold it back.

The more you move to this side, the more dangerous Yan Jiuzheng becomes.

Yan Jiucheng looked at the photo and cursed, then took a deep breath again, immediately raised his waist, stole a solid horse stance, and raised the camera in his hand.

The picture reflected in the camera is obviously not as good as before. Although the two sides of the war can still be in the same picture, only the person on the left showed their faces. The person on the left was suppressed by fire to the back of the iron barrel. Fortunately, they could be photographed with their hands holding up the gun.

The red sun is still the red sun, and the car is still in the middle of the picture.

A side of the face is missing, and the impact is much less.

However, this kind of picture is still a rare and excellent shooting opportunity that cannot be missed.

This time, Yan Jiucheng no longer pursued speed. He found that his arms raised up the camera were shaking slightly uncontrollably. To be honest, although he was afraid of death, he was not afraid. It can be said that relatively speaking, he could face death calmly.

But why did his arm tremble uncontrollably?!

Yan Jiucheng's head was exposed from the low wall. He stared at the scene in the camera, took deep breaths, and adjusted his mentality.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" Lao Dian's voice rang wildly.

In the camera, one party began to retreat towards Yan Jiuzheng, while the other party suppressed the firepower. The bullet was slightly off and fell to Yan Jiuzheng's low wall and the short wall. Many slightly heated shells were bounced.

"When shooting, you must hold your breath at that moment, your hands will definitely shake. After all, it is not a tripod. As long as you keep not shaking the moment you press the shutter, the photos will be clear!" In the past, when working in a magazine, the master's words were still in his ears. At that time, Yan Jiucheng thought this old reporter was really cliché. What is a clear photo for him? He was the most solid person to practice basic skills in college.

It can be said that when he worked in a magazine, he rarely had any blurry photos. With this, he killed many newcomers in seconds.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

A few rays of wind blew from near the head.

Yan Jiucheng knew that this was a bullet.

At this time, the faces of both sides were exposed again under the camera. Good opportunity! Yan Jiucheng held his breath, pressed the shutter with a click, and then immediately fell to the ground.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

An explosion bomb exploded not far from him, and the soil fell on him one after another. Instinctively, he protected the camera with his body. This was the instinct of a reporter, and he had to protect the camera at any time.

I remember when I was in the magazine, Yan Jiucheng still remembered the scene at that time. At that time, he was in the office and had a meeting with his colleagues. The leader was talking happily, but suddenly he felt a little dizzy.

The leader also seemed to have paused.

"Don't shake your feet!" The person next to him patted Yan Jiucheng's legs on his stool.

"Don't shake! You're shaking very much." Yan Jiucheng replied.

Then everyone immediately realized something was wrong, and the water in the water cup on the table shaking.

The earthquake happened! One person shouted.

Then, everyone opened the window and looked out, and saw that everyone in the other office buildings rushed out. He and his colleagues immediately carried the camera and camera, and some rushed up the roof, taking pictures of the whole city, while the other part rushed towards the stairs, but did not rush down, but raised their cameras to capture the panicked crowd.

In dangerous moments, among the retrograde personnel, reporters are always there.

The soil fell on Yan Jiucheng, and the blood of reporters was bleed. This was also one of the important reasons why the organization gave him the identity of a war correspondent. What he showed in times of crisis was the professional quality shown by a press conference.

After this wave of explosion, Yan Jiucheng looked at the photos taken by the camera.

After this glance, Yan Jiucheng cursed again in annoyance.

Although the picture was not blurred, the moment the shutter was pressed, a stone splashed, blocking the side that exposed her face tightly.

Photos of unclear characters, scrap films.

It's not that easy to shoot.

This industry is far from being as simple as imagined, which reminded Yan Jiuzheng of the photos in Shork's room. How did he do so many first-line photos? Bullets around him were slamming and screams were endless.

Every photo is exchanged for life.

Just like Yan Jiucheng now, he does his best to take photos without considering his own safety and completes the task. He needs photos, and the organization needs photos to prove his identity, and must take photos.

What is frustrating is that sometimes you can’t exchange your life for it.

"Retreat!" Lao Dian shouted again, and saw that both sides of the war were obviously defeated and had already retreated to Yan Jiucheng's side.

"You retreat first!" Yan Jiucheng didn't have time to turn around, and he raised his camera again. Just as he was about to take a picture, he heard a silly sound. The pain was very heartbreaking.

Then, there was no sound.
Chapter completed!