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Chapter 892 Interview

Anton, Volunteer Army Logistics and Supplies Depot. A room..., inside the toilet.

"No matter how great a person is, he has to poop on his own. This has always been the case throughout the ages." Zhou Qingfeng squatted in the smelly toilet for a long time, with a frown on his face that did not have the dignity and domineering look of a regiment commander.

"I will never eat fried soybeans again after I go back. It makes me stinky and stinky when I eat them. It's like I can't live with myself. The American soldiers eat better. I'll try to capture more next time."

Zhou Qingfeng entered the DPRK on October 19th, started his first battle on the 25th, and sent the captured trucks to the Andong Military Station in the country on the 26th. The battle was not bitter, but the life was terrible.

.Now he knows what kind of life the residents at the bottom of the wasteland live. It is really miserable.

After consuming a few pieces of rough straw paper, Zhou Qingfeng put on his bulky cotton clothes and came out of the toilet, feeling much lighter. He looked at his rustic appearance, and then looked at the same dusty attire of the busy people in the military station, and he could only sigh.

One sound.

The common people will have to endure decades of hardship before they can be revived!

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

Because of the heavy logistics transportation pressure of the Volunteer Army, there is an acute shortage of transportation tools. Therefore, more than 20 trucks obtained by Zhou Qingfeng were immediately transferred to the Andong Logistics Depot. To what extent is the shortage of transportation facilities at the military depot now? The shortage is such that mountains of food are piled up in the rear and mountains in the front

But the soldiers fought hungry.

In order to transport supplies, even the Nanbang drivers selected by Zhou Qingfeng were recruited. The Volunteer Army Logistics Department even wanted him to join a car transport group and directly made him a platoon leader.

But Zhou Qingfeng refused to agree. He would rather go to the front line and fight the Americans than drive his car on the road and be bombed by the Americans. It won't be long before the Americans will launch an "air strangulation war". Driving a car for transportation is

The most dangerous and frustrating.

When he arrived at the military station to unload the trucks, Zhou Qingfeng had to stay for a day. The Logistics Department immediately used these trucks to transport supplies to several divisions on the front line, and he happened to go back with the trucks. He originally thought it would be an idle day, but it turned out that someone was still there.

he.

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

"You are a fighting hero now. The Volunteer Army annihilated a regiment of South Korean puppet troops in the first battle after entering North Korea, which dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's arrogance. The 354th Regiment has reported outstanding soldiers in the battle to the Volunteer Army Headquarters. Among them, you

It’s the first one!”

The person who found Zhou Qingfeng was a publicity officer with a pen. He probably wrote too many eight-part essays on weekdays, and he smelled of sourness. He pulled Zhou Qingfeng and said: "You have to change clothes, I will also get you some clothes."

You only have a rifle. The reporter will take a picture of you later and you will be included in the newspaper. It will be an honor."

If other soldiers heard that they could be published in newspapers, they would be so excited that they don't know why. But Zhou Qingfeng has been a star for a day or two, and why has he not been in the media? He has no idea about it.

"Changing clothes? It's not necessary." Zhou Qingfeng didn't mind being interviewed, but he felt that it was too exaggerated to have to change clothes just for an interview.

"You are dressing up as an American, and it does not meet the requirements. We should have our own characteristics." The propaganda officer saw that Zhou Qingfeng's tactical uniform was a bit dazzling. In his opinion, the volunteers should be tied up with "five flowers" tied around their bodies.

Stack of tapes.

"What's wrong with the American dress?" Zhou Qingfeng was not happy to hear this. He randomly asked a passerby: "Auntie, what do you think of me wearing this?"

The aunt passing by asked herself when she saw that he was a handsome young man serving in the army. She smiled calmly and said, "Not bad, he's quite energetic."

"I personally captured this from the South Korean puppet troops. We won the battle!" Zhou Qingfeng was also "crazy" and shouted arrogantly. A pragmatist like him is not willing to suffer for the sake of face.

of.

"Good boy, well done." When she heard that this young man was a soldier who came off the battlefield, the passing aunt was immediately overjoyed and even took him to her house to eat a boiled egg. There were even other passers-by who gathered around her.

Lively asking questions.

"Is it hard on the battlefield?"

"Is the enemy powerful?"

"Are our soldiers okay?"

Various questions came up one after another, and the crowd was very enthusiastic. Zhou Qingfeng also answered these questions one by one, "The South Korean army is nothing, Americans..., it should be very powerful. Life on the battlefield must be very difficult,

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 inconsistent with the image he wanted to show as a heroic and fearless revolutionary soldier. He had always wanted to pull Zhou Qingfeng away, but he could only pull him away.

Strange.

At this moment, there was a clicking sound from the roadside, and someone took a camera and kept taking pictures of Zhou Qingfeng, who was surrounded by the crowd. The powerful and tall warriors, the enthusiastic crowd, the picture was very harmonious.

However, when the propaganda officer saw the people taking pictures, he immediately shouted: "Let's disperse, let's disperse. Comrade reporters from Xinhua News Agency are coming to interview. Please abide by the discipline and don't watch."

Hearing the cadres shouting, the people slowly dispersed. A young girl wearing a military uniform and holding a camera came over, with a red smiling face, and took the initiative to extend her hand and said: "Hello, Comrade Zhou Qingfeng. My surname is Xiao, and I am from Xinhua

Reporter from the news agency, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Reporter Xiao." Zhou Qingfeng also extended his hand generously and shook the beautiful female reporter's little hand.

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

"I just want to go back to the dormitory of the military station. Let's talk along the way." Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to be led by others and started to lead the way.

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, the propaganda officer immediately said with a cold face: "Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, please cooperate, okay? Publicity work is also very important. We only listed you as a propaganda model after careful consideration. But if

If you don't cooperate, I will definitely criticize you."

"I also think propaganda work is very important. However, some people simply cannot understand the intentions of their superiors. They have insufficient abilities and rigid ideas and can only do dogmatic propaganda."

Zhou Qingfeng mocked unceremoniously: "You only think there is something wrong with me dressing up as an American, but you have never thought about the benefits of this thing? This kind of approach that only cares about face but not dignity will kill many people.

"

Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng dared to refute him, the propaganda officer suddenly became angry. But Uncle Zhou didn't care about him at all, and left with reporter Xiao who came to interview him.

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