Chapter 894: Salute to the revolution

Before daybreak, Zhou Qingfeng got up. ? He hasn't slept well during this time. It may be a very interesting thing to go to camp in the barren mountains and ridges when life is rich, but this kind of interest will never appear in the context of war.
Anton's logistics station couldn't arrange a separate room for the soldiers. Most people lived in Datongpu at night. More than a dozen grandfathers slept together, and the environment was naturally not good to go there, especially the toilet bowl was also in the room, the sourness was really enough.
She slammed and pissed, Zhou Qingfeng shook her body, and began to find her clothes and equipment by a little moonlight. In the cold Korean mountains for half a month, Zhou Qingfeng was all dirty, and it was hard to take a bath or cold water at the soldier station.
The underwear was washed and hung on the wall but it was not dry, and it was still moist with touch, but now I can't take care of it. Zhou Qingfeng re-dressed neatly. He also checked his firearms and inserted them into the equipment. Because he wanted to take a car, his superiors specially assigned him a 'Browning m1935' pistol.
This gun is not as powerful as the m1911a1, but it can also be regarded as a famous gun. The logistics of the original control of the ordnance had to make up for him with a 'Wang Eight Boxes', which was severely rejected by Zhou Qingfeng-a pistol that could not even commit suicide.
Dressed neatly, the logistic cafeteria at Bingzhan has already prepared breakfast. A rare hot noodle soup sprinkled with chives, Zhou Qingfeng ate six large bowls in one breath. It was a small bowl-like sea bowl, and the chef in the cafeteria was stunned and praised his appetite.
"It's the master chef you made delicious." Zhou Qingfeng sweated heavily, but he hasn't eaten so much in a long time.
The cafeteria master laughed exaggeratedly, and sighed at the end: "I know you babies are going to the battlefield. All of them are good children. Eat as much as you can."
The canteen is a rough wooden shed, which is ventilated on three sides and connected to the kitchen on one side. The wooden table stools are set aside, and the iron buckets for noodles are placed in a corner. The cafeteria master looked at it for fifty or sixty, with a dark complexion, rough hands and feet, and always smiling at Zhou Qingfeng.
Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng could eat, the master suddenly returned to the kitchen and found a small bag, and secretly handed it over, "Child, take it."
"What is this?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the bag and saw a few pieces of jerky. Grab a piece and chew it, or cook it with salt and air dry, it tastes good.
"It's wild pork. It was acquired a while ago. It was originally reserved for leaders. Now you can take it away." Teacher Fu Xianbao smiled.
"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng thanked him again and again. That piece of jerky is more than two pounds, but it is a rare good thing.
"I have inquired about you, and the people who came back with you are saying that you are terrific. Those Nan Bangzi who are hit by a single person are crying." The teacher gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up.
"Hehehe ... I'm really good at fighting." Zhou Qingfeng was not humble, and he was glad to accept the praise of the master, so pleased that he couldn't close his mouth.
While chatting, several aunts and aunts walked in outside the cafeteria and saw Zhou Qingfeng rushing forward, shouting with a loud voice: "Which week are you? Alas, the boy is really handsome. Tall, big, long Good-looking, if this is to pull the matchmaker, any girl will be picked casually! "
Hahaha ... Aunt you hold it!
Zhou Qingfeng was exaggerated and smiled.
"Come, boy, this is for you." A big fan spread out a bag with two pairs of rubber shoes, more than ten pairs of insoles, and a few hand-stitched underwear. Although the style is rustic, the stitches are fine and carefully made.
"We are from the Women's Federation. I heard that you are a fighter returning from the front line, and you have made great achievements, so I rushed to condolences." The leading aunt also found out a few cooked eggs wrapped in a handkerchief, and stuffed it into her brain. Zhou Qingfeng's hands.
As long as it ’s food, Uncle Zhou is here. He even peeled an egg and stuffed it in his mouth. This candid and straightforward character is very easy to draw closer to other people, causing the uncles and aunts around to laugh.
The next thing is to ask the situation on the battlefield, especially how Zhou Qingfeng became a fighting hero. And he didn't pretend to say that he went to the battlefield and rushed into the enemy's position like a gimmick. This kind of incidental drama is always the favorite of ordinary people.
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's charge, the death of his opponent and the death of the company commander, opened the enemy's front for the reserve team, laid the foundation for the victory of the battle, and the audience around him turned out to applaud.
Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's humanoid mortar, he threw his grenade at the enemy's position constantly. It's impossible to make biochemistry impossible. The wolves that blasted the enemy's machine gun positions rushed into a smash, and everyone was applauding.
The enthusiastic applause rang out, and Zhou Qingfeng was only bright now. Dozens of people crowded into the small cafeteria, all listening to him tell the battle story. This popularity is again star-level.
However, just when everyone was in high spirits, the propaganda officer who ate the food yesterday suddenly popped up and walked in front of Zhou Qingfeng with a stern face and said, "Because of your arrogance, you are unorganized and undisciplined. We publicize The ministry decided to cancel your title of "combat hero".
Let me tell you, a person like you who does not obey the organizational arrangements must review and deeply review, otherwise he will not receive any military commendation in the future. "
Hearing that the propaganda officer actually said that he would cancel Zhou Qingfeng's title and asked him to review it. The people surrounding the cafeteria immediately calmed down. Everyone was surprised to look at the communications officer representing the organization.
The aunt of the Women's Federation who came to condole before came out to be a peacemaker, and Zhou Qingfeng said, "Children, have you done anything wrong? Just apologize."
But Zhou Qingfeng raised his head proudly, dismissing the propaganda officer with a mocking tone: "I'm not a hero, you can't count it. You look like a bear."
Hahaha ..., listening to the harshness of Zhou Qingfeng, many people around couldn't help laughing. Instead, the propaganda officer was full of anger ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and pointed at him and scolded: "You ... you don't even think about repentance, but you dare to oppose the organization. You ... you wait."
Waiting for the propaganda officer to say something ugly, another crunch sounded outside the crowd, "Zhou Qingfeng."
The crowd turned away, and reporter Xiao, who was so young and pleasant, came in. The young girl was a little nervous, holding a hard-skinned notebook in her hand and handed it to Zhou Qingfeng.
"Comrade Xiaozhou, I heard that you are about to go to the battlefield again soon. I will send something to you to commemorate it. You ..., don't think about it. This is just a simple friendship between revolutionary comrades."
The pretty female reporter wore a big cotton hat, and her coat was bloated, but such rustic clothes now wear a fashion style on her. Her pretty smiley face added a lot-really beautiful people look good in everything.
"If it's okay, I'll leave." The female reporter originally wanted to talk without words and wait for a while, so as not to make her appearance too abrupt. But dozens of people around her are now staring at her red fluttering face, letting her have the courage to run up, but also want to be empty at this moment.
Watching the female reporter with two twisted braids turned around and ran away, Zhou Qingfeng took a moment to sting. He looked at the notebook in his hand, and murmured in his heart: Give me a notebook, what is this for?
Looking at the notebook is also normal, but when you open the title page, it reads a beautiful line of small characters: Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, your bravery in the battle inspired me. I hope you will go forward in future battles and life, and always win. Yours sincerely, salute to the revolution, your comrade Xiao Lan.
Looking at Zhou Qingfeng with a look of ignorance, he was just still angry, and the propaganda officer who was soaring into the sky was an incomprehensible mistake and jealousy. The aunt of the women's federation even taunted him again, and cursed with a smile: "Stupid boy, what are you doing? This girl fancy you, don't you chase it?"