Chapter 894 Salute to the Revolution

Before dawn, Zhou Qingfeng got up. ?He hasn't had a good night's sleep for a while. It may be interesting to go to the barren mountains to camp in the wild when life is rich, but this kind of interest will never appear in the case of war.

Anton's logistics depot can't arrange separate rooms for the chief soldiers, and most of them live in the Datong shop at night. More than a dozen old men sleep together, the environment will naturally not be better, especially if the toilet is also in the room, the sourness is really enough.

Zhou Qingfeng shook his body and began to look for his clothes and equipment under the moonlight. After half a month of crawling and rolling in the cold North Korean mountains, Zhou Qingfeng was completely dirty, and when he arrived at the military depot, he finally took a shower with cold water.

The underwear has been washed and hung on the wall but it is not dry yet, and it is still damp to the touch, but now I don't care about it. Zhou Qingfeng dressed neatly again, and checked his firearms and inserted them into the gear. Since he had to escort the car, his superior specially equipped him with a 'Browning M1935' pistol.

The power of this gun is not as great as m1911a1, but it can be regarded as a famous gun of a generation. Originally, the logistics manager in charge of ordnance wanted to make do with a 'crap box', but Zhou Qingfeng sternly refused - a pistol that is unreliable even for suicide needs a fart.

Dressed neatly, the logistics cafeteria of the military depot has already prepared breakfast. It was a rare hot noodle soup sprinkled with chives, Zhou Qingfeng ate six bowls in one go. It was a sea bowl like a small washbasin. The chefs in the cafeteria were dumbfounded when they saw it, and repeatedly praised him for his good appetite.

"Master, you made delicious food." Zhou Qingfeng was sweating profusely after eating, but he hadn't eaten so happily for a long time.

The cafeteria master laughed at the praise, and finally sighed and said: "I know you dolls are going to go to the battlefield, you are all good kids, eat as much as you can."

The cafeteria is just a crude wooden shed with ventilation on three sides and the kitchen on one side. Thick wooden tables and stools are laid out, and an iron bucket for noodles is placed in one corner. The cafeteria master looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a dark face and rough hands and feet, and kept smiling honestly at Zhou Qingfeng.

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng could eat, the master chef suddenly went back to the kitchen and took out a small bag, and secretly handed it over, "Son, take it."

"What is this?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the bag and saw that there were several pieces of dried meat. Grab a piece and chew it. It is still cooked with salt and dried. It tastes good.

"It's wild pork. It was purchased not long ago, and it was originally reserved for the leader. Now you can take it away." The master smiled as if offering a treasure.

"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng thanked repeatedly. That piece of jerky was about two catties, but it was a rare good thing.

"I've asked about you, and the people who came back with you all said that you are amazing. The ones who beat you alone made ghosts cry." The old master gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up.

"Hehehe..., I'm really good at fighting." Zhou Qingfeng was not at all modest, and happily accepted the teacher's compliment, so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

While chatting, a few more aunts and aunts walked in from outside the cafeteria. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng hurried forward, they shouted loudly: "Are you the one who is older? Oh, the young man is so handsome. He is tall and tall, and he is so tall and tall." Looks good, if this is used as a matchmaker, the girls of any family will just pick at random!"

Hahaha..., aunt, you praised it!

Zhou Qingfeng smiled even more when he was praised.

"Come on, kid, this is for you." An aunt spread out a bundle, 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 is rustic, the stitches are fine and made with care.

"We belong to the Women's Federation. I heard that you are a soldier who came back from the front line and made great achievements in battle, so I hurried to express my condolences." The leading aunt also took out a few boiled eggs wrapped in a handkerchief, and stuffed them in Zhou Qingfeng's hand.

As long as it is food, Uncle Zhou will not refuse anyone. He even peeled an egg and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing it whole, he even praised it as delicious. This hearty and straightforward personality is very easy to close the relationship with others, which makes the uncles and aunts around him laugh.

The next question is naturally to ask about the situation on the battlefield, especially how Zhou Qingfeng became a battle hero. And he didn't pretend, he told the embarrassing story about rushing into the enemy's position like a green head on the battlefield. This kind of dramatic thing is always what ordinary people like to hear most.

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's charge, stabbing the opponent's company commander to death, opening up the enemy's front line for the reserve team and laying the foundation for victory in the battle, the audience around him applauded.

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng turn into a human-shaped mortar, he kept throwing grenades at the enemy's position with his hands. The impossible became possible, and the wolf that blew up the enemy's machine gun position ran around and smashed into pieces, and everyone applauded.

There was warm applause that made people smile, and Zhou Qingfeng realized that it was dawn just now. Dozens of people squeezed into the small cafeteria, all listening to his battle stories. This popularity is star-level again.

However, just when everyone was in high spirits, the publicity officer who was deflated yesterday suddenly appeared, walked up to Zhou Qingfeng with a straight face, and said, "Big Zhou, because you act recklessly, you have no organization and no discipline. Our propaganda The Ministry has decided to revoke your title of 'Battle Hero'.

Let me tell you, people like you who disobey the organization's arrangements must conduct a self-criticism, a profound self-criticism, otherwise they will not receive any military awards in the future. "

Hearing that the propaganda officer actually said that Zhou Qingfeng's title would be revoked, and he was required to conduct a self-criticism, the people around the cafeteria suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the propaganda officer representing the organization in surprise.

The aunt of the Women's Federation who came to condolences quickly stood up as a peacemaker, poked Zhou Qingfeng's waist and said, "Son, did you cause some trouble? Just apologize."

But Zhou Qingfeng raised his head proudly, and said with disdain 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... After hearing Zhou Qingfeng's harsh words, many people around couldn't help laughing. On the contrary, the propaganda officer was full of anger, pointed at him and cursed: "You...you still don't want to repent, and dare to fight against the organization. You...you wait."

Before the publicity officer could reveal how ugly he was, another crisp sound came from outside the crowd, "Zhou Qingfeng."

The crowd stepped aside, and the plain-faced but youthful Reporter Xiao walked in. The young girl was a little nervous, holding a hard-covered notebook and handing it to Zhou Qingfeng.

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, I heard that you are about to go to the battlefield again. Let me send you something as a souvenir. You..., don't think about it. This is just a simple friendship between revolutionary comrades."

The beautiful female reporter was wearing a big cotton cap and a padded coat that was also bloated, but such rustic clothes actually gave her a fashionable look at the moment. Her pretty smiling face is a plus - she's such a pretty person who looks good in anything.

"If it's okay, I'll be leaving." The female reporter originally wanted to find something to talk about later, so as not to make her appearance too abrupt. But dozens of people around are staring at her flushed little face, even if she mustered up a lot of courage to run over, she would be ashamed at this moment.

Watching the female reporter with two braids turn around and run away, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a while. He looked at the notebook in his hand again, thinking to himself: Give me a notebook, what is this for?

The notebook looked ordinary, but when I opened the title page, there was a line of delicate small characters: Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, your bravery in battle inspired me. I wish you the best of luck in your future battles and in life, always winning. Yours sincerely, your noble revolutionary salute, your comrade-in-arms Xiao Lan.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's ignorant face, he was furious just now, and the furious publicity officer was incomprehensibly surprised and jealous. The aunt of the Women's Federation even stabbed him again, and laughed and scolded: "Silly boy, why are you standing there? This girl has taken a fancy to you, why don't you chase me out?" 8