"I didn't believe that people could eat grass roots, earthworms, worms and anything like that, but since I got along with some of the refugees I drank, I really felt what real hunger is.

The days after the famine are really very difficult, and the earthworms that these people are rummaging in the land are all good things, not to mention the grass roots and the like.

I used to think that hunger was just a little bit of stomach discomfort, but I never experienced the feeling of being hungry for a month.

So what does a month of hunger really feel like?

I couldn't understand it, but when I saw these refugees digging through the land for food, I realized it a little bit......"

After writing for a long time, Wang Jing stopped the pen in her hand, and then slowly looked at Li Feng, at this time she really understood what kind of difficulty it was to be able to pull up a force of thousands of people.

Eating, drinking, and sleeping are all problems, and the daily consumption is an astronomical amount, not to mention that they have to train to fight devils.

The reporters were also asking questions frantically at this time, and unexpectedly, this dead fat man was actually patiently answering.

Those government officials were also stopped, although the reporters didn't like them very well, but at this time they can't let them go, the problem of turning relief food into military food is now completely clear, that is, some people want to fill their own pockets, looking at the refugees all over the mountains, I wonder if those who have filled their own pockets will have a trace of guilt?

"Now I think you have understood why I am pushing the refugees to loot the relief food that belongs to them, there is no way to do it!

Do you know where you are standing now?

It was a fertile field, and a wave of wheat had just been harvested, and the remaining wheat grains in it had been picked up by the people in the village.

Then the refugees came and picked up a few more stubbles, and finally they didn't even spare the wheat husks, not to mention the frogs and the like in the fields, and they were all eaten up to the touch.

Voles and stuff like that, you're hard to see this year, not only because of the famine that killed them in a large area, but also because a considerable part of them went into the stomachs of these refugees.

Even some ants have been eaten, and you can imagine how hungry these refugees were!

The large earthworms in the fields are long gone, and I think you know exactly where they went. ”

"Then your Eighth Route Army can't provide some assistance?" I'm afraid this male reporter is from Chongqing, to put it bluntly, he is the kind that has been discussed, and to put it bluntly, he came here to do things.

However, the little fat man was not angry, but explained with a smile:

"We naturally helped, and I believe everyone understands one thing, that is, my troops eat three meals a day, and only in this way can we ensure our strong combat effectiveness and a huge amount of training.

But recently, our food has deteriorated, not to mention that it has become two meals a day, and meat and other things have long been sold and replaced with rice and noodles.

Luckily, the idea came up with by my soldiers, who said that it was a very bad feeling to see that the refugees couldn't eat a single meal, but they themselves had three full meals, so they simply saved one meal for the refugees, and finally they decided to reduce the quality of their food and free up some food for the refugees.

So now you can also see that our army has recently stopped recruiting, either because of anything else, or because there is no food.

The money in the account was basically spent, just to support the refugees from nearby towns and cities.

In the recent period, our Eighth Route Army has directly or indirectly helped more than 100,000 refugees, but how long can we support it just by relying on our army?

You must know that it is now October, and it will probably snow soon, and at that time these refugees will lack not only food, but also clothing and shelter.

So I'm here to ask you newspaper reporters, I hope you can sell me a face.

Here, the Eighth Route Army called on people from all walks of life across the country to donate money and materials, of course, the best is to donate food, hoping that they can help these refugees, they are also Chinese, they should not die of hunger one by one.

We, the Eighth Route Army, will do our best to help these people, even if we are asked to cut down on food and clothing.

But I'm here to tell you the truth, my troops don't have enough food, can they survive this winter?

But I still want to share the weal and woe with these refugees, and it makes no sense that even ordinary people can hold on in this situation, but we can't hold on as a force of resistance to the war.

Finally, I hope that all reporters can send out this call as soon as possible, and our Eighth Route Army's radio can be lent to you for use!

I, Li Feng, am here, thank you! ”

After speaking, Li Feng suddenly walked to a 90-degree deep bow in the distance, and a group of reporters took advantage of the situation to draw this scene at this time, anyway, they didn't take pictures, whatever they wanted.

The pen in Wang Jing's hand is still crazy about technology, and he wrote down Li Feng's original words word for word.

"Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng's words made me feel very guilty, for recently I had been so preoccupied with the newspaper that I seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming here.

Isn't the original intention of us here to help those refugees, the Eighth Route Army has been selling and constantly saving food for these refugees, but we are still arguing about some things, and I feel very guilty.

Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng said that there is no need to thank us at all, because this is our responsibility!

It may be the responsibility of soldiers to defend the country, but it is the responsibility of each and every one of us to contribute to the motherland.

I'll leave it here this time, I need to go to the refugees to help later, after all, these tens of thousands of people need someone to maintain order when they eat, and they also need someone to distribute food, otherwise I'm afraid there will be a big mess. ”

After speaking, Wang Jing closed her notebook, just at this time suddenly came the bell, I heard that the bell seems to have been dug out of somewhere, the sound of striking is very loud, spread very far, and now it has simply become the alarm clock for the refugees to eat.

A group of reporters are also very curious, the Eighth Route Army is not a monk temple, why do they ring the bell at this time?

"Don't be curious, it's time for our Eighth Route Army to distribute food to the refugees, I need to leave here now to maintain order, everyone, I just hope you don't disturb these refugees, after all, you are just strangers to them, and please don't ask some questions that make them embarrassed."

After saying this, the little fat man walked away, and the two small animals behind him also slowly followed......

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