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Anton, Volunteer Army Logistics and Materials Station. A room..., in the toilet.

"No matter how great a person is, he has to shit himself. This has been the case throughout history." Zhou Qingfeng squatted in the smelly toilet for a long time, and his frowning face was not as majestic as a commander of the legion.

"I will never eat fried soybeans again after I go back. I have a lot of shit and farts when I eat this thing, and it's just that I can't get along with myself. It's better for American soldiers to eat it. I'll find a way to seize more next time."

Zhou Qingfeng entered North Korea on October 19th, started his first battle on the 25th, and sent the seized truck to the Andong Bing Station in the country on the 26th. The battle was not hard, but life was terrible. He now knew what life the residents of the wasteland were living, which was really miserable.

Taking advantage of a few rough straw paper, Zhou Qingfeng came out of the toilet with his bloated cotton coat, and he was much lighter. He looked at his rustic appearance, and then the busy people at the station were dressed in the same gray dress, and he could only sigh.

The people will have to spend decades of hard life before they can wait for a day of revival!

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, Comrade Xiao Zhou." A cadre wearing glasses ran over the toilet, with a smile on his face, and waved to Zhou Qingfeng enthusiastically, "A comrade from Xinhua News Agency, I want to interview you."

Because the Volunteer Army has a high logistics transportation pressure and the transportation tools are in short supply. Therefore, more than 20 trucks Zhou Qingfeng brought were immediately transferred to the Anton Logistics Soldier Station. How short of transportation tools are now? It is so short that the food is piled up in the rear, but the soldiers in front are fighting hungry.

In order to transport supplies, even the drivers of the South Baseball that Zhou Qingfeng drew were recruited. The Logistics Department of the Volunteer Army even wanted him to join a car transport regiment, so he directly made him the platoon leader.

But Zhou Qingfeng refused to agree. He would rather go to the front line to fight with the Americans than drive a car and be bombarded by Americans on the road. In a short while, the Americans will launch a "air strangle war". Driving a car to transport is the most dangerous and depressing thing.

When he arrived at the brigade station, Zhou Qingfeng had to stay for one day. The logistics department immediately used this batch of trucks to transport supplies to several divisions on the front line. He happened to go back with the car. He thought it was a day of nothing, but he found that someone had found him.

"Interview with me?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in confusion: "What are you interviewing me?"

"You are a combat hero now. The Volunteer Army annihilated a regiment of the South Korean puppet army in the first battle into North Korea, and severely hit the enemy's arrogance. The 354th Regiment has reported the soldiers who performed well in the battle to the Volunteer Army Headquarters, and you are the first one!"

The person who found Zhou Qingfeng was a propaganda officer with a pen. He probably wrote too many eight-legged essays on weekdays, and it felt a bit sour. He pulled Zhou Qingfeng and said, "You have to change your clothes. I'll get you a rifle. The reporter will take a photo of you later, so you can go to the newspaper, which is so glorious."

When other soldiers heard that they could enter the newspaper, they were so excited that they didn’t know why. But Zhou Qingfeng has been a star for a day or two, and what media hasn’t been on it? He has no feelings about it.

"Change clothes? There is no need." Zhou Qingfeng didn't mind accepting an interview or something, but he felt that he had to change clothes for an interview, which was too exaggerated.

"You are an American outfit, and it doesn't meet the requirements. We should have our own characteristics." The propaganda officer saw that Zhou Qingfeng's tactical outfit was a bit dazzling. In his opinion, the volunteer army should tie up a bunch of straps on his body.

"What's wrong with American outfit?" Zhou Qingfeng was not happy to hear this. He casually pulled a passerby and asked, "Auntie, how do you think I'm wearing this outfit?"

The aunt passing by saw that it was a handsome young man from the army and asked him, but she smiled calmly and said, "It's not bad, I'm quite energetic."

"I have seized this from the puppet army of South Korea with my own hands. We won a battle!" Zhou Qingfeng was also 'human' and shouted arrogantly. A pragmatist like him refused to suffer for the sake of face.

"Good boy, good-looking." When he heard that this guy was a soldier from the battlefield, the passing aunt was immediately overjoyed and even wanted to take him to his home to eat a boiled egg. There were even other passers-by around and asked questions lively.

"Is it hard on the battlefield?"

"Is the enemy powerful?"

"Are our soldiers okay?"

Various questions emerge one after another, and the masses were very enthusiastic. Zhou Qingfeng also answered these questions one by one, "The South Korean army is nothing, are Americans... it should still be very powerful. Life on the battlefield must be very hard, but my comrades are confident to persevere."

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng telling the truth, the propaganda officer on the side was sweating anxiously. This was completely wrong with his desire to show the heroic and fearless image of a revolutionary soldier. He always wanted to pull Zhou Qingfeng away, but it would be strange if he could pull it.

At this moment, a crackling sound came from the roadside, and someone held the camera and kept taking pictures at Zhou Qingfeng surrounded by the crowd. The mighty and tall warriors and enthusiastic crowds were very harmonious.

But when the propaganda officer saw the person taking the photo, he immediately shouted: "It's all gone, it's all gone. Xinhua News Agency reporters are coming to interview. Please abide by the discipline and don't watch."

Hearing the cadre yelling, the people slowly dispersed. A young girl in a military uniform and holding a camera came over. Her face was blushing and she stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, Comrade Zhou Qingfeng. My surname is Xiao, and I am a reporter from Xinhua News Agency. I am very happy to see you."

"Hello, reporter Xiao." Zhou Qingfeng also stretched out his hand openly and held the beautiful female reporter's little hand.

"Wait a minute,..." The propaganda officer suddenly interrupted, "Reporter Xiao, let's change to another formal place to interview. Comrade Xiao Zhou was not ready either."

"I just happened to go back to the military station dormitory, let's talk all the way." Zhou Qingfeng stopped being led by others, and started to lead the way with one step ahead.

When he saw that things were out of control, the propaganda officer immediately said with a cold face: "Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, please cooperate, okay? Propaganda work is also very important. We only listed you as a propaganda model after careful consideration. But if you don't cooperate, I must criticize you."

"I also think that publicity work is very important. But some people cannot understand the intentions of their superiors, lack abilities, rigid thinking, and only know dogmatic propaganda."

Zhou Qingfeng sarcastically said without hesitation: "You only think that there is something wrong with my American outfit, but you never think about what the benefits of this thing is? This kind of practice that only needs to be face but not introverted will kill many people."
Chapter completed!