Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

mid-July.

The capital city has entered the hottest and most humid season of the year.

The cicadas were chirping loudly in the trees, as if they were shouting out all the heat of the summer.

Wanda Cinema.

The lobby was packed with people, and the air conditioning was blasting cold air as if it were free, but it still couldn't suppress the restless atmosphere filled with anticipation and excitement.

A huge poster for "The Eight Hundred" hangs in the most conspicuous position, almost taking up an entire wall.

The poster depicts half of the concession area as a place of dazzling lights and bustling activity, and the other half as the Sihang Warehouse, a place of constant gunfire and ruins.

The stark contrast is like a bloody scar, etched in the eyes of everyone who looks at it.

Yu Le didn't bring Dongdong today.

This film is too tragic and too heavy; it's not suitable for children.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and a baseball cap.

He was holding that same thermos cup that he never used to use.

He held Liu Xiaoli's hand with his other hand.

The two followed the flow of people into the VIP theater.

Liu Xiaoli wore a mask, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"I've seen the trailer online; director Guan Hu really went all out this time."

Yu Le pulled her to sit down in the middle seat.

I unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of goji berry water.

"Building a 1:1 scale set, how can it not be expensive?"

"However, it was worth the money."

It was exactly 8 p.m.

The theater lights dimmed.

The dragon emblem flashed by.

The movie has officially begun.

The opening scene immediately transports all viewers back to that era of war and turmoil.

The final stage of the Battle of Shanghai.

The main force of the National Revolutionary Army retreated across the board.

Only eight hundred brave soldiers remained to defend the Sihang Warehouse to the death.

There are actually only a little over four hundred people.

They claimed to have 800 members.

The two sides of the Suzhou River represent two completely different worlds.

On the south bank, in the International Settlement, Western-style buildings stood side by side, neon lights flashed, and on the stage, famous actors sang decadent songs.

On the north bank, the Sihang Warehouse stands in ruins, still shrouded in smoke.

A river separates heaven and hell.

The theater was extremely quiet.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the big screen.

The plot progresses.

The Japanese army launched a fierce attack.

Tanks led the way, infantry charged.

The walls of the Sihang Warehouse were blasted with large holes by artillery shells.

The defending troops suffered heavy casualties.

But no one backed down.

On the big screen, Japanese soldiers held up heavy steel plates, forming an impenetrable shield formation.

Braving the fire from upstairs, they slowly approached the base of the wall on the first floor of the warehouse.

Prepare to install explosives for blasting.

The machine gun fired at the steel plate, sending sparks flying.

It's impossible to penetrate it.

The Nationalist soldiers upstairs were frantic.

The grenades that were thrown down were deflected by the shields.

The warehouse is in danger of being bombed.

Just then.

A young soldier named Chen Shusheng stepped forward.

He took off his military uniform.

He picked up a bundle of hand grenades.

He tied strips of cloth tightly around his body.

He turned his head and looked at his comrades beside him.

There was no fear in his eyes.

Only a resolute decision is possible.

He took out a piece of white cloth.

Bit your finger.

He wrote a letter in blood on it.

"To sacrifice one's life for righteousness is my wish."

After he finished writing, he handed the blood-written letter to the class monitor next to him.

then.

Without hesitation, he turned and rushed toward the window.

Jump down.

In mid-air, he pulled the fuse.

"Mother, your son has been unfilial!"

The piercing screams pierced through the screen.

He landed heavily on the Japanese army's steel shield formation.

boom!

A massive fire engulfed everything.

A huge gap was blown open in the Japanese shield wall.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Followed by.

A second soldier stepped forward.

Attach grenades.

State your name and place of origin.

"Li Mancang from Tongcheng, Hubei!"

Jump down.

boom!

"Wang Tiezhu from Liuyang, Hunan!"

Jump down.

boom!

One by one.

They were queuing up.

They used their own flesh and blood to make up for the lack of firepower.

Go and destroy the enemy's shield formation.

Inside the theater.

Suppressed sobs rose and fell.

Liu Xiaoli covered her mouth.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

It flowed down my cheeks and into my neck.

She gripped Yu Le's arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh.

Yu Le did not move.

He watched the big screen quietly.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

A boy in the front row covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.

The older man next to him had red eyes and his fists were clenched tightly.

This is the backbone of China.

In the most desperate moments, there are always people willing to risk their lives to carve out a bloody path.

The movie is still going on.

Raising the flag.

Protecting the flag.

Japanese planes strafed the area.

Soldiers on the rooftop charged forward one after another.

When one person falls, another immediately takes their place.

They held on to that flagpole with all their might.

People on the south bank of the Suzhou Creek.

From the initial indifference and detachment.

From the subsequent shock and awakening.

They stood on the riverbank, watching the brutal fighting on the north bank.

Someone donated money.

People donated supplies.

Some gang members even braved gunfire and ran across the bridge while holding onto telephone lines.

It was riddled with bullets.

The entire theater was flooded with tears.

No one spoke.

Only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs.

At the end of the movie.

The brave men were ordered to retreat.

Rush across that bridge that connects life and death.

The Japanese machine guns opened fire wildly.

The bodies lying on the bridge were piled up like mountains.

The image freezes on that bridge.

The end credits song began to play.

The lights came on.

But not a single audience member got up to leave.

Someone started clapping.

Followed by.

The applause erupted like a tsunami in the theater.

Enduring and uninterrupted.

That night.

The major social media platforms were in an uproar.

#TheEightHundredCriedBlinds#

#Chen Shusheng jumped off a building#

#This is what a real war movie should be#

#Sihang Warehouse#

The comments section was filled with messages from countless netizens.

"I cried so much in the movie theater that my contact lenses fell out; I just couldn't control myself."

"Seeing those soldiers lined up, strapping grenades to their belts, and jumping down, I completely broke down."

"Don't bring popcorn, bring tissues instead. One pack definitely won't be enough."

"This is not just a movie; it's a scar on our nation, and the backbone of our people! Never forget our national humiliation!"

"The guy next to me was still sitting there crying after the movie ended. Even when the staff came to clear the theater, he wouldn't leave, saying he wanted to sit a little longer and keep those heroes company."