Although Wang Li is only 28 years old this year, she is a well-known reporter in the press in southern Yunnan Province. She is said to be a talented person hired by the province and Taiwan with high salaries from other provinces. Her reporting and interview style has always been known for her sharp questions.

"Comrade reporter, what's your name?" Lian Yue asked.

Wang Li was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that the dark soldier in front of her would ask herself.

In previous interviews, the interviewees had to follow their own interview ideas under their own stern inquiries, not as they are today.

Out of breath?

A word flashed in Wang Li's mind.

"My name is Wang Li."

She spoke clearly and told Lian Yue her name word by word.

Lian Yue suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Reporter Wang, if I'm not mistaken, this is the first time you've reported on this kind of minefield handover ceremony, right?"

Wang Li was stunned again.

Her tone became sharper.

"I have never interviewed the minefield handover ceremony. Is there any necessary connection with my professionalism and interview questions?"

Lian Yue shook his head: "No contact."

"Since there is no contact, can you answer my previous question?" Wang Li chased after him: "Excuse me, I am not afraid of 10,000, just in case, how can you ensure that there are no missed mines in the minefields you have cleared? I Just in case, because there are no absolute things in this world. I think that's a question that the audience sitting in front of the TV is very likely to ask."

Lian Yue pursed his lips and said, "I think this question will be answered later, and reporter Wang will see how we prove ourselves later."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

"Hey! Captain Lian, Captain Lian, you haven't answered my question yet..." Wang Li didn't expect Lian Yue to leave.

Why is this soldier like this?

She held the microphone to chase, but was pulled.

Looking back, it was the photographer.

The photographer is an old photographer in Taili, over forty, chubby and bald.

He shook his head at Wang Li: "Wang Li, I was chased."

"Why is he like this!" Wang Li said angrily, "I'm just doing a normal interview, and he's obliged to answer reporters' questions!"

The fat photographer said: "He's right, it's the first time you've participated in such a minefield handover interview, and it's all my fault..."

He patted his big, smooth head with his hands.

"I should remind you that this question should not be asked."

"Is there anything I shouldn't ask?" Wang Li was a little surprised.

The fat photographer said, "Let's do it, look at it first, and later you think you have to ask. I won't stop you."

...

Female reporter Wang Li suppressed her temper.

Although the fat photographer did not say why, she was very curious.

The people here at the border seem to have a different environment from the province where they worked before.

Different from the provinces where I worked before, there is always a lingering, faint smoke of gunpowder in the air of the border here, as if telling everyone that there was a war here.

Routine various leadership speeches are essential at the ceremony, but they are lackluster.

For the handover ceremony, Wang Li has long been used to it.

At that time in a certain province and Taiwan, she was also a well-known big-name reporter, and participated in countless so-called handover ceremonies or signing ceremonies.

Isn't that what it is?

The leaders and officials gave speeches in order of ranking, then applauded, and then signed the handover documents. The scene was full of joy, firecrackers were set off, and flowers were scattered.

Too much.

I have seen too many.

In the eyes of reporter Wang Li, this minefield handover ceremony is no different from those handover ceremonies she has attended before.

Therefore, when the leaders on the stage spoke, Wang Li hardly listened.

All this can be handed over to the photographer to record.

And as long as I go up to interview a few key figures after the leader's speech, fill in the footage, and come back to edit it, a high-quality news clip can go out on the street.

Taking out an exquisite small makeup box from her bag, Wang Li stepped aside and started to touch up her makeup.

As an interviewer, she keeps an eye on her image, including the outside.

"...In order to prove that every minefield we have swept has indeed no mines and is indeed safe. Before the official handover, we have to organize an inspection in front of all local leaders and ordinary people present."

"acceptance?"

Wang Li's hand holding the powder cake stopped on her face.

Are there any landmines, how is this accepted?

With a mine detector?

Wang Li thinks this scene is somewhat interesting.

She decided to quickly grab a good spot and let the photographer take a picture of the deminers wearing protective clothing and holding a mine detector on-site to inspect the minefield. She made some proper explanations in front of the camera, so this news clip would be more effective.

"Old He!"

She put away her vanity case and trotted on her sneakers, calling out the photographer's name as she ran.

"The camera will be aimed at the acceptance site immediately, and we will add another shot."

After he finished speaking, he took out the microphone from his bag, turned it on, stroked his hair, and stood in front of the camera.

The location is good.

From here, the entire minefield can be photographed.

Wang Li was very satisfied and started to explain to the camera.

"...So we decided to take the inspection on foot, to prove to all the fellow villagers, to the local governments at all levels, to the Central Military Commission, to prove to the Party Central Committee and the State Council that there are no more landmines and explosives here. !"

Acceptance on foot?

Wang Li's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head sharply.

Under the sun, Xu Hanyuan stood on the left side of the rostrum with a hand-held electric horn, and shouted to the troops below: "The officers and soldiers of the 1st Minesweeper Team, take your place!"

Under Wang Li's astonished gaze, the officers and soldiers of the mine-sweeping team lined up neatly in two rows, with forty people in each row.

Their team was led by captain Lian Yue, then vice-captain Zhang Ziqiang, and platoon leader Yang Daxi...

In the phalanx of the soldiers behind, there is a squad leader Luo Xing, a second squad leader, a third squad leader, and a fourth squad leader...

There is 1 team of ordinary soldiers for each demining.

Standing on the edge of the minefield, they held the hands of their comrades and stood on the edge of the minefield, like brothers who went to life and death together.

"They..." Wang Li looked back and asked the photographer Lao He what was going on.

Lao He put his eyes on the camera and said lightly, "Wang Li, I said it earlier, you really shouldn't ask what you just said."

"Target, minefield!"

Xu Hanyuan's voice was still that rough and deep tone, "Go forward!"

In everyone's eyes, in the almost panicked eyes of reporter Wang Li, all the officers and soldiers of the demining team began to walk in unison, and entered the minefield together.

Wang Li's mouth opened into an O shape.

She suddenly had a feeling - she was stupid!