Chapter 892 Interview

Anton, Volunteer Army Logistics Depot. A room...in the latrine.

"No matter how great a person is, he has to defecate by himself. This has always been the case throughout the ages." Zhou Qingfeng squatted in the stinking toilet for a long time, his frowning expression did not have the arrogance of an army commander.

"After I go back, I won't eat fried soybeans anymore. There's a lot of feces and stinky farts when I eat this stuff. It's just like I can't live with myself. It's better for American soldiers to eat better. Next time, I'll find a way to seize more."

Zhou Qingfeng entered the court on October 19th, fought his first battle on the 25th, and delivered the captured trucks to the Andong Military Station in the country on the 26th. The battle was not bitter, but life was terrible. He now knows what life the bottom-level residents of the wasteland are living, it's really miserable.

After consuming a few rough straw papers, Zhou Qingfeng put on his bloated cotton clothes and came out of the toilet, feeling much lighter. He looked at his rustic appearance, and at the same gray attire of the busy people in the military depot, he could only let out a long sigh.

The common people will have to live through decades of hard times before they can wait for the day of revival!

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

Because the Volunteer Army's logistics and transportation pressure is high, transportation means are scarce. So more than twenty trucks obtained by Zhou Qingfeng were immediately transferred to the Anton Logistics Depot. To what extent is there a lack of transportation at the military depot? The lack of food piled up like a mountain in the rear, but the soldiers in the front were fighting hungry.

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

But Zhou Qingfeng refused to agree. He would rather go to the front line to fight the Americans, than drive a car on the road and be bombed by the Americans. It won't be long before the Americans will launch an "Aerial Strangulation War". Driving a car for transportation is the most dangerous and aggrieved.

When he arrived at the military depot to unload the truck, Zhou Qingfeng had to stay for another 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. I thought it was a day of doing nothing, but it turned out that someone still found him.

"Interview me?" Zhou Qingfeng asked in confusion, "Interview me for what?"

"You are a battle hero now. The Volunteer Army wiped out a regiment of the South Korean Puppet Army in the first battle, which dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's arrogance. The 354th Regiment has reported the soldiers who performed well in the battle to the Volunteer Army Command. Among them, you It's number one!"

The person who found Zhou Qingfeng was a publicity officer with a pen. He probably wrote too much stereotyped essays on weekdays, and he was sour. He pulled Zhou Qingfeng and said, "You have to change your clothes. I also brought you a rifle. Later, the reporter will take a photo of you, and you will be published in the newspaper. It's an honor."

If the other fighters heard that they could be published in the newspaper, they might be too excited to know why. But Zhou Qingfeng has not been a star for a day or two, why hasn't he been featured in the media? Nothing about it.

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

"You are wearing an American outfit, and it doesn't meet the requirements. We should have our own characteristics." The propaganda officer looked at Zhou Qingfeng's tactical outfit a bit harshly. In his opinion, the volunteer army should be tied up with a bunch of belts on their bodies.

"What's wrong with the American dress?" Zhou Qingfeng was not happy to listen to this, he casually pulled a passerby and asked, "Auntie, what do you think of me wearing this?"

The passing aunt saw that it was a handsome boy who was a soldier and asked herself, but she smiled calmly and said: "Not bad, very energetic."

"I captured it from the South Korean puppet army with my own hands. We have won the battle!" Zhou Qingfeng also shouted "people are crazy", arrogantly. A pragmatist like him is unwilling to suffer for the sake of saving face.

"Good boy, good job." Hearing that this guy is a soldier who came off the battlefield,

The aunt who passed by was overjoyed immediately, and even took him to eat a boiled egg at her own house. There were even other passers-by who gathered around and asked lively questions.

"Is it hard on the battlefield?"

"Is the enemy powerful?"

"How are our soldiers?"

Various problems emerged one after another, and the masses were very enthusiastic. Zhou Qingfeng also answered these questions one by one, "The army of South Korea is nothing, the Americans..., they 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 beside him was sweating anxiously. This is completely incompatible with his image of heroic and fearless revolutionary fighters. He always wanted to pull Zhou Qingfeng away, but it's no wonder he could.

At this moment, there was a clicking sound from the side of the road, and someone with a camera kept taking pictures of Zhou Qingfeng surrounded by the crowd. The mighty and tall warriors, the enthusiastic crowd, the picture is very harmonious.

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

Hearing cadres yelling, the people slowly dispersed. A young girl wearing a military uniform and holding a camera came over, with a blushing smile, she offered her hand and said, "Hello, Comrade Zhou Qingfeng. My name is Xiao, and I am a reporter from Xinhua News Agency. Nice to meet you."

"Hello, Reporter Xiao." Zhou Qingfeng also reached out his hand generously, and shook the little hand of the beautiful female reporter.

"Wait a minute..." the propaganda officer suddenly interrupted, "Reporter Xiao, let's interview in another official place. Comrade Xiao Zhou is not ready either."

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

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, the propaganda officer immediately said with a cold face: "Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, please cooperate with me, okay? Propaganda work is also very important, and we listed you as a propaganda model after careful consideration. But if If you don’t cooperate, I will definitely criticize you.”

"I also think that propaganda work is very important. But some people can't understand the intentions of their superiors at all, lack of ability, rigid thinking, and only dogmatic propaganda."

Zhou Qingfeng taunted unceremoniously: "You only think that there is something wrong with my American attire, but you never thought about the benefits of this thing? This kind of practice that only cares about face but not face will kill many people. "

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