Chapter 776： : Big news!

Why does Yingjiang like to hold press conferences?

Perhaps the most important point is to promote muscle, and to cultivate a loud tongue and control public opinion. On the eve of the Gulf War, the propaganda slogan proposed by Yingjiang for its use of force abroad is "idealism". The main reason why this tone was generally accepted at the time was that Iraq invaded and occupied Kuwait, promoting itself as the savior.

This is the war of public opinion, and the Iraq war that broke out in March 2003 was the first live televised war in human history. It is the longest war with the widest audience, from which people can clearly see the power of the war of public opinion.

Otherwise, why would the power of the propaganda department be so great? What you want to see and hear is what they want you to see and hear, not what you can choose.

Da Mao is more straightforward, maybe they didn't think so much, they just want to pretend to be an X, even if my old man dies, I'm still the strong bear in the cold winter, who dares to come again!

Moscow held a press conference at the same time as Grozny, and Grachev himself acted as the spokesperson for the latter.

Grachev also used Moss to sharpen his head, which reflected the light. Standing on the edge, the reporters against the light squinted their eyes unknowingly.

The press conference was held in the open air in an open space in front of the office area. There were more than 20 media outlets, all of which were national newspapers. People who saw rabbits were there.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I am very glad that you are here to participate in this press conference. I am the Minister of Defense of Russia, Grachev."

The people below gave a polite applause.

Grachev smiled and nodded, looking at the speech, "This press conference is mainly to announce one thing, the Russian army wiped out the rebels and killed Dudayev!" He shamelessly took this matter In his own body, in fact, he doesn't know whether Dudayev is alive or dead, but it must appear in the news media that the Russian army killed the leader of the rebel army.

This is called the art of politics, shameless.

"We defeated the Chechen rebels and brought Grozny back into the hands of the Federation. The Russian army has the ability and confidence to maintain victory in the war to protect the integrity and unity of the territory." Grachev read out his speech in cadence.

The Russian reporters below all felt their blood boiling, but there were always some people who liked to pour cold water on him at this time, and among them, Ying Jiang liked to do so.

The BBC reporter raised his hand. "Mr. Minister, can we take a picture of Dudayev's body?"

"I'm sorry, we adopted the method of information lock and missile attack, and he was blown up." Grachev looked very upset at the other party's big face, but he still had to smile in a very polite manner Answer, and occasionally have to make a Western-style humor, "Maybe, you will never see him, you will go to God, he will definitely go to hell, next."

For the second one, he chose an Asian female reporter who looked a little pleasing to the eye, but the other party was not as gentle as she looked, and the question was very sharp, "Mr. Minister, according to rumors, the Russian army was able to break through Grozny, and there is a savior behind it." The help of the company, is this true? What role did the Savior Company play in it? Or, did Dudayev's death have anything to do with them?"

Grachev's face became stiff from the time the other party started asking. When she finished asking, Mr. Minister's eyes could eat people. He hates hearing the name of the Savior Company the most. He is not the purest soldier, but He also didn't like those mercenaries, and the reporter's words tore off his fig leaf. Strictly speaking, it was a slap in the face.

"Nothing." Grachev was very excited and spoke loudly, "This is the greatest insult to the heroic Russian army!"

I have used the word insult, which is too heavy a word, but for the reporters below, they are not afraid of losing your temper, but they are afraid that you are like a puddle of water. There is nothing to say in this newspaper. Grachev Roaring, the following quickly pressed the shutter.

The topics are all thought out.

"Angry Russian Defense Minister! "

Simple and straightforward, and sure to catch the eye.

Maybe he also felt that he was too excited, Grachev covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Next."

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After returning to the office, Grachev threw the speech into the trash can, then picked up the teacup on the table and drank it down. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, leaving water stains on the corners of his mouth. Cup set on table, "Damn, that BBC **** should be sent to Africa..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped, and the officials who were listening to his complaints were taken aback. Then they raised their heads and looked at Grachev. It turned red soon, and that's not counting. His eyes began to roll up, and an unknown white liquid spit out from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, everyone panicked. Seeing this, they were rushing to die!

"Quick! Call the doctor!"

Everyone carried him out of the office in a panic, and the door just happened to be, and there were a group of visiting reporters who were visiting. This was originally an event. Everyone looked at the spoils of the Russian army, and the reporters and friends thought it was just to relax, but who? You know, big news comes soon!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Shouting like that, on the contrary, stimulated the gossip of these uncrowned kings, so they stood like this, raised the camera, and the spotlight kept flickering.

The adjutant, Grachev's nephew, ordered the guards to push the reporter away with an ugly face, and didn't bother to say anything to warn him. He just prayed that no accident would happen to his uncle!

But things didn't go as planned, when he was sent to the infirmary, the doctor looked at his pupils, then looked at the generals standing next to him with numb scalp, and swallowed his saliva.

"Sorry gentlemen, Minister Grachev, dead." The doctor had just finished saying this when he found his feet off the ground and his back hit the wall hard, which almost ruined the overnight meal. He spit it out all over, and his eyes protruded out in disobedience.

"impossible!"

There was such a roar in his ears, and a major looked at him fiercely. Seeing his posture, he might have to pull out his gun.

The other senior officers behind him reacted, and quickly pulled the major away, their faces were also very ugly, the Minister of Defense is dead!

And This dead image is obviously a problem, and then thinking of the cup of tea I drank just now, the sensitive person hurriedly shouted, "Hurry up and save that cup of water in the office, and you have to ask Comrade Yeltsin reports."

After all, those present were all experienced people. After the backbone was established, everyone calmed down. Some took out their weapons and walked back to the office, while others started making phone calls.

Anyway... just one piece of news, Grachev is dead!

This news was first called to the President's Office. Yeltsin was still impassioned at the press conference. He couldn't stop coming to the stage and whispered a few words in his ear.

The reporters below became excited all of a sudden, because Yeltsin left very nervous.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, the press conference is over." After the secretary finished speaking, she gestured to the security personnel nearby to let the reporter leave.

big news!

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