Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 892: Interview

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Anton, the logistics station of the Volunteer Army. One ... in the latrine.

"No matter how great the character is, he has to **** himself. This is not the case from time to time." Zhou Qingfeng has been squatting in the smelly toilet for a long time, and it does not look like a bit of the commander of the army.

"I wo n’t eat fried soybeans anymore after I go back. It ’s like eating too much shit, it ’s just that I ca n’t live with myself. It ’s good for American soldiers to eat. I ’ll try to get more points next time. >

Zhou Qingfeng entered the DPRK on October 19th, and started the first battle on the 25th. On the 26th, the seized truck was sent to the Andong Station in the country. The battle was not painful, but life was terrible. He now knows what days the Wasteland bottom-level residents live, which is really miserable.

After consuming a few rough straw papers, Zhou Qingfeng put on a bloated cotton coat and came out of the latrine. The whole person was much lighter. He looked at the rustic look in his soil, and then looked at the same gray dress of the busy people at the military station, only a long sigh.

The common people still have to live decades of hardship before they can wait for the day of revival!

"Comrade Xiao Zhou, Comrade Xiao Zhou." A cadre with glasses ran across the latrine, with a smile on his face, and he beckoned to Zhou Qingfeng enthusiastically. . "

Because of the pressure on the logistical transportation of the Volunteer Army, the means of transportation are scarce. So more than 20 trucks from Zhou Qingfeng were immediately transferred to Anton Logistics Station. To what extent are the transport facilities at the depot now? The lack of food in the back piled up like mountains, but the soldiers in front were fighting hungry.

In order to transport materials, all South Korea drivers drawn by Zhou Qingfeng were recruited. The Volunteer Logistics Department even wanted him to join a car transportation regiment and let him be the platoon leader.

But Zhou Qingfeng does not agree with life and death. He would rather go to the front line to fight desperately with the Americans, instead of being bombarded by Americans while driving in the road. Before long, the Americans will launch an "air strangulation battle." Driving a car for transportation is the most dangerous and suffocating.

Zhou Qingfeng had to stay for a day at the depot to unload the truck. The logistics department immediately used the trucks to transport materials to several front-line divisions. He happened to go back with the truck. I thought it was a day of nothing to do, but it turned out that someone still found him.

"Interview me?" Zhou Qingfeng puzzled and asked: "What is interviewing me?"

"You are now a fighting hero. The Volunteers entered the first battle of the DPRK and wiped out a regiment of the South Korean puppet army, which was a heavy blow to the arrogance of the enemy. , Of which you are the first one! "

Found that Zhou Qingfeng's is a propaganda officer with a pen. It is estimated that he writes more than eight papers on weekdays, which is full of sour gas. He pulled the Zhou Qingfeng and said: "You have to change clothes, I will also get you a rifle, and later the reporter will take a picture for you, you will be in the newspaper, but glorious."

For other soldiers to hear that they can get to the newspaper, I ’m afraid I ’m not sure why they are excited. But Zhou Qingfeng has not been a star for a day or two, why hasn't the media been there? I don't feel it.

"Change clothes? No need." Zhou Qingfeng didn't mind the interview, but he felt that he had to change clothes for an interview, which is too exaggerated.

"You are an American dress, and it doesn't meet the requirements. We should have our own characteristics." The propaganda officer looked at Zhou Qingfeng's tactical outfit with a little glare. In his view, the Volunteer Army should tie up a bunch of straps on their bodies.

"What's wrong with the American dress?" Zhou Qingfeng was not happy to hear this. He casually asked a passerby: "Aunt, how do you think I am wearing this?"

When the passing aunt saw him as a soldier, he asked himself, but he smiled indifferently and said, "Yes, it's very spirited."

"I just seized it from the hands of the South Korean puppet army, we fought a victory!" Zhou Qingfeng is also "people come crazy", screaming with pride. His pragmatist refuses to suffer for his face.

"Good boy, good kind." As soon as he heard that this guy was a soldier coming down the battlefield, the passing aunt immediately rejoiced, and even took him to his home to eat a boiled egg. Even other passers-by also gathered around and asked lively questions.

"Is it bitter on the battlefield?"

"Is the enemy powerful?"

"Are our soldiers okay?"

Various problems are emerging one after another, and the people are very enthusiastic. Zhou Qingfeng also answered these questions one by one, "The army in South Korea is not that great, Americans ..., it should still be very powerful. Life on the battlefield must be very difficult, but my comrades are confident to stick to it. "

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng telling the truth, the propaganda officer on the side was sweating eagerly. This is completely different from his desire to show the heroic and fearless image of revolutionary soldiers. He always wanted to pull Zhou Qingfeng away, but it was strange that he could pull it.

At this moment, there was a clicking sound from the roadside, and someone was holding the camera and continuously shooting towards the Zhou Qingfeng surrounded by the crowd. The mighty and tall soldiers, the passionate masses, the picture is very harmonious.

When the propaganda officer looked at the person who took the photo, he immediately shouted: "All are gone, all are gone. Comrades from Xinhua News Agency are coming to the interview. Please observe the discipline and don't watch."

After hearing the yelling of the cadres, the people slowly dispersed. A young girl wearing a military uniform and holding a camera came over, with a smiling red face, and took the initiative to reach out: "Hello, Comrade Zhou Qingfeng. My surname is Xiao. I am a reporter from Xinhua News Agency and I am glad to see you."

"Hello, reporter Xiao." Zhou Qingfeng also extended his hand generously and shook the small hand of a beautiful female reporter.

"wait a minute, ..." The propaganda officer suddenly inserted, "Reporter Xiao, let's go to another formal place and interview again. Comrade Xiao Zhou is not ready yet."

"I happen to be going back to the dormitory of the military station, let's talk along the way." Zhou Qingfeng shouldn't be led by his nose, just take the lead and start to lead.

As soon as things got out of control, the publicity officer immediately said with a cold face: "Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, please cooperate with me, okay? Publicity work is also very important. We thought of you as a typical publicity after careful consideration. But if you do n’t cooperate, I must criticize you. "

"I also think that propaganda work is very important. But some people simply can't understand the superior's intentions, lack of ability, rigid thinking, only dogmatic propaganda."

Zhou Qingfeng sarcastically said: "You only feel that there is a problem with the dress of my Americans, but you never thought about the benefits of this thing? This method of killing many people as long as they are faceless will kill many people. Of. "

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng daring to refute himself, the propaganda officer suddenly became angry and angry. But Uncle Zhou did not bird him at all, and took reporter Xiao who came to interview him and left. (To be continued.)