While Lin Yi was preparing, the central platform was not idle either.
There was still a day before the new episode of China's Collection, but it was the first episode that many netizens were begging for.
How could it not be replayed?
The replay was not in the morning or during the day.
It was also scheduled for the primetime slot at night.
That night at eight o'clock.
This ancient dialogue was once again displayed in front of everyone.
High definition, original sound.
Not a single frame was cut, not a single frame was moved.
The tens of millions of viewers who had been waiting for a long time put down their phones, games, and various online applications.
She stood in front of the computer and the television screen.
They wanted to take a look.
This was a conversation that had been passed down from mouth to mouth and praised by countless people.
Take a look at the First Emperor, Ying Zheng!
The commotion on the internet instantly quieted down.
It was like the night before the storm, the dawn before dawn.
The moment it erupted.
As time went by, the number of viewers of China's Collection increased rapidly.
However…
The entire internet was still extremely quiet.
No one sent any news about China's Collection.
At this moment.
The entire world seemed to have gone silent.
At this moment.
The originally noisy square fell into a dead silence.
Everyone looked up at the huge screen on the building. On the screen, Lin Yi and the First Emperor stood side by side in a Chinese tunic suit.
"I dare to personally lead hundreds of thousands of troops to battle on the battlefield!”
"Although I desire longevity, I am not afraid of death!”
"But!"
"If I can see the prosperity of the future with my own eyes, even if I die, I have no regrets!”
Ying Zheng's every word was sonorous and powerful, and he looked domineering.
However, when they saw this scene, the eyes of the aunties and uncles who were dancing in the square turned red.
The family of three who were strolling around had a slight shock on their faces, and their eyes were sparkling.
The skateboarder hugged his skateboard tightly.
He opened his mouth, but felt as if his throat was blocked by something.
He could not say a word.
"Although I was not born in the future, the future is connected to my bloodline!”
"I can't personally lead my soldiers to battle on the battlefield and crush the foreign countries that bully China two thousand years later.”
"But I!"
"I also yearn for the prosperity of future generations!”
"I also desire the safety of the Chinese people!”
Ying Zheng's eyes were like stars.
The penetrating voice seemed to pass through the screen and hit everyone's heart.
"I want to see!"
"I!"
"I want to see!"
With the last word, the skateboard in the young man's arms fell.
"Bang!"
This sound was like a beacon fire.
It directly ignited hundreds of people in the square!
"Lin Yi, show him!"
"Let the First Emperor see our future! Look at our future!"
"We are connected to the First Emperor's bloodline!”
The old men and women shouted with all their might, and the young men with tender faces spoke with hoarse voices.
The middle-aged men and women were all sobbing.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire square was set off to the extreme!
……
Border defense.
As soon as the curtain of the tent was pulled open, a strong wind carrying sand and dust poured into the tent.
The entire tent seemed to have been washed by sand and dust.
The instructor, who had just entered the tent, shook the sand off his hat and rubbed his dry skin from the sun.
He saw many dark-skinned people sitting on stools.
Her eyes were covered with tears as she stared at the small television screen in the tent.
On the screen that occasionally flashed with snowflakes.
The emperor wore a crown with streamers on his head, and his robe fluttered in the wind.
However, they looked in shock at the scene that appeared in the spatial rift that Lin Yi had split open with a single sword strike.
At this moment.
Troops of soldiers marched forward valiantly.
"Yours sincerely-"
"Salute!"
The moment the order sounded, the instructor's heart trembled.
In the next second.
Lin Yi and Qin Shi Huang's songs came one after another.
"Qiyue Wuyi? I'll be with you."
" The king is in charge of the army, repair my spear…"
The sound of singing echoed in the tent.
"Stand up!"
Someone shouted, but everyone stood up at the same time. Tears streaked across their cracked skin, and they felt a faint pain.
But no one cared.
A young soldier's voice was hoarse, but he seemed to have used up all his strength.
He shouted at the top of his lungs,
"Salute!"
Stomp!
Including the instructor who had just entered, everyone stood still and raised their dark and dry right hand to their eyebrows.
Salute the martyrs, salute the ancestors!
This hoarse voice seemed to penetrate the vast desert and reverberated on the Gobi beach.
It was as if it had pierced through the high mountains and snowy plains, singing in the cold wind.
It was as if they had passed through a tropical jungle and were circling in the forest.
It was as if he had pierced through an endless sea.
The lingering sound continued.
The soldiers were all filled with tears.
However, he also raised his rough right hand to his eyebrow.
" We won't give up an inch of land in Huaxia!"
" Every inch of Huaxia territory must be fought for!"
"Those who offend China will be killed no matter how far away they are!”
This was a belief that spanned a thousand years.
This was the hot-blooded passion that was rooted in the bones of the Chinese people.
This was China's eternal belief!
At this moment, on the highlands of Huaxia, deep in the desert, at the border of the coastal defense…
The World Monolith stood quietly.
On the boundary stone, the national emblem was carved in red paint, and below it were two bright red words:
"Huaxia!"
……
Under the night sky.
A bonfire was burning, and the light of the fire shone on the young faces, as if it had ignited the light of hope.
A red banner hung on the tent beside the bonfire.
" Hope Primary School Summer Camp!"
The two young female teachers had tears on their faces.
The hand holding the tablet trembled slightly.
However, she still persisted and refused to put down the tablet.
As the scene continued to change, the camera landed on the faces of the youths. They wore red scarves and raised their thin arms by their eyebrows. Their faces were filled with pride and confidence.
Beneath their feet was the Great Wall that had stood tall for thousands of years.
Protect the Great Wall of China!
The students participating in the summer camp were all young. They did not understand what a king was, nor did they understand why the teacher was crying.
However, the national sentiments rooted in their hearts were the same.
Especially when they saw people of the same age.
The children's faces were glowing with excitement.
At this moment.
A voice suddenly came from the screen.
"Why are you studying?"
Such a question was very unfamiliar to Ying Zheng.
However, every child in China had heard of it countless times.
The answer was already rooted in his heart!
Without waiting for the young man on the screen to speak, the students answered enthusiastically,""Studying for the rise of China!"
The two teachers squeezed out the tears in their eyes and looked at the red faces seriously.
This was the future of Huaxia!
This was the hope of Huaxia!
……
Central TV.
Sun Hao, who was sitting in the meeting room, clenched his fists even though he had already seen it once.
Her eyes were red.
"Good! Good! Good!"
After receiving the order, the staff in the studio took off their headphones one after another.
Almost at the same time, they stood up and applauded.
"Pa, pa, pa!"
The applause was endless, but the staff members were still excited.
The one-hour program was not just a program.
It ignited the hearts of the audience.
Including them!
It was far from enough to call Lin Yi's Huaxia Collection a classic.
Only…
It was the best in ancient and modern times, and could only be described!
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