Before dawn, Zhou Qingfeng got up. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info he hasn't had a good sleep during this time, and it may be a very interesting thing to go to the barren mountains and mountains to camp when his life is rich, but this kind of interest will never appear in the event of war.

Anton's logistics station could not arrange a separate room for the big soldiers, and most of them stayed in the Chase shop at night. More than a dozen big men sleep together, and the environment is naturally not good there, especially when the commode is also in the room, and the sour is really enough.

Packing and peeing, Zhou Qingfeng shook his body and began to look for his clothes and equipment by a little moonlight. After crawling and rolling in the cold North Korean mountains for half a month, Zhou Qingfeng was dirty all over, and when he arrived at the military station, he finally took a shower or cold water.

The underwear has been washed and hung on the wall but has not dried, and it is still damp to the touch, but now I can't take care of it. Zhou Qingfeng dressed neatly again, and inserted his firearm into the equipment after inspection, and because he had to escort the car, his superiors specially issued him a 'Browning M1935' pistol.

The power of this gun is not as great as M1911A1, but it is also a famous gun of a generation. Originally, the logistics of the ordnance were to make do with giving him a 'Wang Ba box', but Zhou Qingfeng sternly refused - a pistol that couldn't even be relied on to commit suicide, and he wanted to have a fart.

Dressed neatly, breakfast had already been prepared in the logistics canteen of the military station. It was rare to sprinkle some hot noodle soup with chives, and Zhou Qingfeng ate six large bowls in one go. It was a small basin-like sea bowl, and the master of the cafeteria was dumbfounded and praised him for his good appetite.

"It's the master, you made it delicious." Zhou Qingfeng was sweating profusely, he hadn't eaten so happily for a long time.

The canteen master was praised and laughed, and at the end he sighed and said: "I know that you dolls are going to the battlefield, all of them are good children, and you can eat as much as you can." ”

The cafeteria is a crude wooden shack with ventilation on three sides and a kitchen on one side. Thick wooden tables and stools are arranged, and an iron bucket containing noodles is placed in a corner. The canteen master looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, his face was dark, his hands and feet were rough, and he kept smiling honestly 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's this?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the bag and saw that it was a few pieces of jerky. Grab a piece and chew it, or add salt to cook it and air dry, it tastes good.

"It's wild boar. It was acquired not long ago, and it was originally reserved for the leadership. Now you take it. The old master smiled as if offering a treasure.

"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng thanked him again and again. That piece of jerky is about two catties or more, but it's a rare good thing.

"I've inquired about you, and the people who came back with you are saying that you are amazing. One person beat those southern sticks and ghosts crying wolves. The old master gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up.

"Hehehe...... I'm really good at fighting." Zhou Qingfeng was not a little modest, and he was very happy to accept the master's praise, so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

While chatting, a few aunts and aunts walked in outside the cafeteria, and when they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they hurriedly stepped forward and shouted in a loud voice: "Which week is you?" Oops, the lad is so handsome. Tall and big, long and good-looking, if you pull it to talk about the matchmaker, the girls of any family are just picked! ”

Hahaha...... aunt, you have a good hand!

Zhou Qingfeng was praised and even more smiling.

"Come, kid, this is for you." An aunt spread out a bag containing 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 they are made with care.

"We are from the Women's Federation, and I heard that you are a soldier who came back from the front line and has made war achievements, so I hurriedly came to condole." The leading aunt also took out a few hard-boiled eggs wrapped in handkerchiefs and stuffed them into Zhou Qingfeng's hands.

As long as it is food, Uncle Zhou will not refuse to come. He even peeled an egg and stuffed it into his mouth, and after swallowing it, he praised it for being delicious. This hearty and straightforward personality is very easy to get closer to others, which makes the uncles and aunts around him laugh.

Next, I naturally asked about the situation on the battlefield, especially how Zhou Qingfeng became a combat hero. And he is not pretentious, he tells the story of rushing into the enemy's position in a daze when he goes to the battlefield, and this kind of incidental drama is always the favorite thing for ordinary people to hear.

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's charge, he stabbed the opponent's company commander to death with a knife, opened the enemy's front for the reserves, and laid the foundation for victory in the battle, and the surrounding audience applauded.

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's incarnation into a humanoid mortar, he kept throwing grenades at the enemy position with a flick of his hand. It was impossible to make it possible, and the wolves that blew up the enemy's machine-gun positions were suddenly scattered and scattered, and everyone applauded one after another.

The warm applause that made people smile sounded, and Zhou Qingfeng found that the sky was bright. Dozens of people were crammed into the small cafeteria, all listening to him tell stories about the battle. This popularity is again at the star level.

However, just when everyone's interest was high, the propaganda officer who was deflated yesterday suddenly appeared, walked up to Zhou Qingfeng with a straight face and said: "Zhou Da, because of your wanton behavior, you are disorganized and undisciplined. We, the Propaganda Department, have decided to revoke your title of 'Battle Hero'.

Let me tell you, a person like you who does not obey the organization's arrangements must be reviewed, and must be deeply reviewed, otherwise he will not receive any military merit commendation in the future. ”

Hearing that the propaganda officer actually said that he wanted to cancel Zhou Qingfeng's title and ask him to review it, the people gathered in the cafeteria suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the communications officer of the representative organization in amazement.

The aunt of the Women's Federation, who came to condolence before, hurriedly stood up to be a peacemaker, stabbed Zhou Qingfeng in the waist and said, "Child, are you causing some trouble?" Just apologize. ”

But Zhou Qingfeng raised his head proudly, and said disdainfully to the propaganda officer in a mocking tone: "Whether I am a hero or not, you don't count." You look like a bear now. ”

Hahaha...... listening to what Zhou Qingfeng said meanly, many of the people around him couldn't help laughing. However, the propaganda officer was full of anger, pointed at him and scolded: "You ......, you still don't want to repent, and you dare to confront the organization." You ......, you wait. ”

Before the propaganda officer could say that he was ugly, another crisp sound sounded outside the crowd, "Zhou Qingfeng." ”

The crowd got out of the way, and reporter Xiao, who was plain but young and lovely, walked in. The young girl was a little nervous, holding a hard-covered notebook in her hand and handing it to Zhou Qingfeng.

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

The beautiful female reporter wears a big cotton hat and the cotton clothes on her body are also bloated, but such rustic clothes are actually wearing a fashion style on her at the moment. Her pretty smiling face adds a lot of points - what a beautiful person looks good in everything.

"If it's okay, I'll go." The female reporter originally wanted to stay for a while if she had nothing to say, so as not to make her appearance too abrupt. But dozens of people around her are now staring at her red and fluttering little face, and let her muster up a lot of courage to run over, and she will be weak at this moment.

Seeing the female reporter with two braids turn around and run, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a while. He looked at the notebook in his hand again, and muttered in his heart: Send me a notebook, what is this for?

The notebook looks ordinary, and when I open the title page, there is a line of beautiful small words: Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, your bravery in the battle inspired me. I hope you will continue to fight and live in the future, and always win. Sincerely, noble revolutionary salute, your comrade-in-arms Xiao Lan.

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng looked ignorant, he was still angry just now, and the propaganda officer who was furious was incomprehensible with astonishment and jealousy. The aunt of the Women's Federation even stabbed him again, laughing and scolding: "Silly boy, why are you stunned? The girl has taken a fancy to you, and she still doesn't chase you out? (To be continued.) )