Zhou Qingfeng got up before dawn. He had not had a good sleep during this period. When life was rich, it might be very interesting to camp in the wilderness, but this kind of interest was not
Will appear in case of war.
The logistics depot in Anton cannot arrange separate rooms for the big soldiers. Most of them stay in Datongbu at night. With more than a dozen big men sleeping together, the environment is naturally not good, especially since the toilet is also in the room.
That sourness is really enough.
After peeing, Zhou Qingfeng shook his body and began to look for his clothes and equipment under the moonlight. After crawling around in the cold Korean mountains for half a month, Zhou Qingfeng was all dirty, and it was not easy for him to arrive at the military station.
Take a shower with cold water.
The underwear has been washed and hung on the wall but has not yet dried. It is still moist to the touch, but he can't care about it now. Zhou Qingfeng dressed neatly again, and also checked his firearms and inserted them into the equipment. Since he had to escort the car, his superiors
He was specially issued a 'Browning M1935' pistol.
This gun is not as powerful as the M1911A1, but it is still a famous gun. Originally, the logistics department in charge of ordnance wanted to give him a "bastard box", but Zhou Qingfeng sternly refused - a pistol that is not even reliable for suicide is a big deal.
use.
Dressed neatly, breakfast had been prepared in the logistics canteen of the military station. It was a rare hot noodle soup with some chives sprinkled on it. Zhou Qingfeng ate six large bowls in one go. It was a small basin-like sea bowl, and the chefs in the canteen were dumbfounded when they saw it.
, repeatedly praising him for his good appetite.
"Master, your cooking is delicious." Zhou Qingfeng was sweating profusely as he had not eaten so happily for a long time.
The cafeteria chef laughed out loud at the praise, and finally sighed and said: "I know you kids are going to the battlefield. You are all good kids. Eat as much as you can."
The cafeteria is a crude wooden shed with ventilation on three sides and connected to the kitchen on one side. Thick wooden tables and stools are spread out, and an iron bucket for noodles is placed in a corner. The cafeteria master looks to be in his fifties or sixties, with a dark face and rough hands and feet.
He kept smiling innocently at Zhou Qingfeng.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng could eat it, the old chef suddenly returned to the kitchen and took out a small bag and secretly handed it over, "Kid, take it."
"What is this?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the bag and saw several pieces of dried meat. He picked up a piece and chewed it. It was cooked with salt and then dried. It tasted good.
"It's wild boar meat. I bought it not long ago. It was originally reserved for the leaders. Now you can take it." The old master smiled as if he was offering a treasure.
"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng thanked him repeatedly. The piece of dried meat is about two kilograms, which is a rare good thing.
"I asked about you, and everyone who came back with you said that you are very good. You can beat those Nanbangzi by yourself." The old master gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up.
"Hahaha... I am indeed quite good at fighting." Zhou Qingfeng was not modest at all, and he happily accepted the master's praise, and he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
While they were chatting, a few more aunties walked in from outside the cafeteria. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng, they hurriedly stepped forward and shouted in a loud voice: "Are you the taller one Zhou? Oh, the young man is so handsome. He is tall and tall.
It’s beautiful. If you ask me to go to a matchmaker, I’ll just pick any girl from any house!”
Hahaha... Auntie, you praise me!
Zhou Qingfeng was even more happy when he was praised.
"Come on, kid, this is for you." An aunt spread out a bag, which contained two pairs of rubber shoes, more than a dozen pairs of insoles, and a few pairs of hand-sewn underwear. Although the style was rustic, the stitching was fine.
, is made with care.
"We are from the Women's Federation. I heard that you are a soldier who came back from the front line and made military exploits, so we rushed here to express our condolences." The leading aunt also took out a few hard-boiled eggs wrapped in handkerchiefs and stuffed them in one after another.
In Zhou Qingfeng's hands.
As long as it is food, Uncle Zhou will accept it. He even peeled an egg and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing it whole, he praised the deliciousness. This cheerful and straightforward character can easily bring people closer to each other and provoke them.
The uncles and aunties around me all laughed.
The next step was naturally to ask about the situation on the battlefield, especially how Zhou Qingfeng became a battle hero. And he did not pretend to be pretentious. He told the embarrassing story of rushing into the enemy's position like a green head on the battlefield. This kind of drama was added.
Things that ordinary people like to hear most.
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's charge, he stabbed the opponent's company commander to death even though he was still alive, opening up the enemy's front for the reserve team and laying the foundation for victory in the battle. The surrounding audience actually applauded one after another.
Then I heard Zhou Qingfeng transforming into a humanoid mortar, throwing grenades at the enemy positions without stopping. He suddenly turned the impossible into a possibility, blasting the enemy's machine gun positions into pieces and smashing them into pieces. Everyone applauded one after another.
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The warm applause that made people smile burst out, and Zhou Qingfeng realized that it was already dawn. Dozens of people crowded into the small canteen, all listening to his battle stories. This level of popularity was at the level of a star.
However, just when everyone was in high spirits, the propaganda officer who had been frustrated yesterday suddenly appeared, walked up to Zhou Qingfeng with a straight face and said: "Big Zhou, because you are acting arbitrarily, unorganized and without discipline. We publicize
The Ministry has decided to revoke your title of 'Combat Hero'.
Let me tell you, people like you who disobey the organization's arrangements must review themselves deeply, otherwise they will not receive any military commendation in the future."
Hearing that the propaganda officer actually said that Zhou Qingfeng's title was to be revoked and he was asked to review, the people gathered in the cafeteria suddenly became silent. Everyone looked at the propaganda officer who represented the organization in surprise.
The aunt from the Women's Federation who came to offer condolences quickly stepped forward to be a peacemaker, poked Zhou Qingfeng's waist and said, "My child, have you caused any trouble? Just apologize."
But Zhou Qingfeng raised his head proudly and said to the propaganda officer in a mocking tone: "Whether I am a hero or not is up to you. You look like a bear now."
Hahaha... Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's mean words, many people around him couldn't help but laugh. On the other hand, the propaganda officer looked angry, pointed at him and cursed: "You..., you still don't want to repent, how dare you
Fight against the organization. You..., you wait."
Before the publicity officer could say who he was, another crisp sound sounded outside the crowd, "Zhou Qingfeng."
The crowd moved aside, and the plain-faced but youthful reporter Xiao walked in. The young girl was a little nervous, holding a hard-covered notebook in her hand and handed it to Zhou Qingfeng.
"Comrade Xiao Zhou, I heard that you are about to go to the battlefield again. I will give you something as a souvenir. You..., don't think about it. This is just a simple friendship between revolutionary comrades."
The beautiful female reporter is wearing a big cotton hat and a bloated cotton coat, but such a rustic dress actually looks fashionable on her at the moment. Her pretty smile adds a lot of points - she is really a beautiful person.
Looks good no matter what you wear.
"If everything is alright, I'll leave." The female reporter originally wanted to wait a little longer to find something to say, so as not to make her appearance too sudden. But now dozens of people around her were staring at her red face, letting her
I mustered up so much courage to run over, but now I feel weak.
Seeing the female reporter with two braided pigtails turn around and run away, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a while. He looked at the notebook in his hand again and muttered in his heart: Give me a notebook, what are you doing?
The notebook looked ordinary, but when I opened the title page, there was a line of delicate small characters written on it: Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, your bravery in the battle inspired me. I hope you will move forward in future battles and life and win forever. Sincerely, noble
Revolutionary salute, your comrade Xiao Lan.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng looked confused and angry just now, the furious publicity officer looked incomprehensible astonishment and jealousy. The aunt from the Women's Federation even poked him again, laughing and scolding: "Silly boy, what are you doing standing still?
This girl has fallen in love with you, why don't you chase her out?"