Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 894: Salute to the Revolution

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It's still dark, and Zhou Qingfeng gets up. He hasn't had a good night's sleep during this time. It may be a very interesting thing to run to a camping in the wild mountains and wild mountains when he is rich in life, but this kind of fun will never appear in the case of war.

Anton ’s logistics station could not arrange a separate room for the big-headed soldiers. Most people live in Datongpu at night. More than a dozen masters slept together, and the environment would not be better, especially if the bucket was in the room. The sourness was really enough.

Xili Li wowed her urine, Zhou Qingfeng shook her body, and began to look for her clothes and equipment by a little moonlight. After half a month in the cold Korean mountains, Zhou Qingfeng was all dirty, and it was difficult to take a bath or cold water at the station.

The underwear has been washed and hung on the wall but it has n’t dried yet, and it ’s still moist, but I ca n’t take it anymore. Zhou Qingfeng re-dressed neatly, and inserted his firearm into the equipment after inspection. Because of the need to escort, the superior specially distributed him a ‘Browning M1935’ pistol.

The power of this gun is not as great as the M1911A1, but it is also a famous gun. The logistics of the original ordnance must be given to him by a ‘Wang Ba box’, which was sternly rejected by Zhou Qingfeng-a pistol that ca n’t even be suicidal.

Neatly dressed, the logistics cafeteria at the station has already prepared breakfast. It is rare that the hot noodle soup sprinkled with chives, Zhou Qingfeng ate six bowls at a stretch. It was a small bowl like a sea bowl. The chef in the cafeteria looked dumbfounded and praised his appetite.

"It's your master's delicious food." Zhou Qingfeng was so sweaty that he hadn't eaten for so long.

The chef in the cafeteria was boasted and sighed and said with a sigh at the end: "I know that all of you dolls are going to the battlefield. Each one is a good boy. Eat as much as you can."

The canteen is a rough wooden shed, ventilated on three sides and connected to the kitchen on one side. Thick wooden benches are placed, and the iron bucket for noodles is placed at a corner. The canteen master looked at it for fifty or sixty, his face was dark, his hands and feet were rough, and he smiled happily at Zhou Qingfeng.

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng can eat, the teacher suddenly went back to the kitchen and found a small bag, and secretly handed it over, "Child, hold it."

"What's this?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the bag and saw a few pieces of dried meat. Grab a piece and chew it, or dry it with salt and cook it. It tastes good.

"It's wild boar. It was acquired not long ago and was originally reserved for the leader. Now you take it away." The teacher Fu Xianbao smiled like that.

"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng thanked again and again. That piece of dried meat is about two pounds, but it is a rare good thing.

"I have inquired about you, and the people who come back with you all say that you are awesome. Those South Korea sons who are fighting alone are crying and howling." The teacher gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up.

"He He He ......, I am really good at fighting." Zhou Qingfeng is not at all modest. I was very happy to accept the praise of the teacher, and he was so happy that he could not close his mouth.

While chatting, a few aunts came into the cafeteria and saw Zhou Qingfeng quickly stepped forward, shouting loudly: "Where are you from Big Zhou? Alas, the boy is really handsome. Tall and big, long and long Good-looking, if you go to talk about the match, any girl will pick whatever you want! "

Ha Ha Ha ..., Ma'am, you're holding it!

Zhou Qingfeng was praised with a smile.

"Come on, boy, this is for you." A maid spread out a bag with two pairs of rubber shoes, more than a dozen pairs of insoles, in addition several hand-sewn underwear. Although the style is rustic, the stitches are fine and made with care.

"We are from the Women's Federation. I heard that you are a soldier who came back from the front line and made great achievements. So I quickly came to condolences." The leading aunt also found out some hard-boiled eggs wrapped in a handkerchief. Crammed into the hands of Zhou Qingfeng's.

As long as it is food, Uncle Zhou will not refuse to come. He even peeled off an egg and stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it and it was delicious. This hearty and straightforward character is very easy to narrow the relationship with others, causing the uncles and aunts around to laugh.

The next thing is to ask the situation on the battlefield, especially how Zhou Qingfeng became a battle hero. And he is not contrived. He tells the story of rushing into the enemy's position as if he was on the battlefield. Such incidental drama is always the favorite of ordinary people.

Listening to a Zhou Qingfeng charge, the company commander stabs the opponent's commander, opening the enemy's front for the reserve team and laying the foundation for victory in the battle. The audience around him applauded.

Listen to Zhou Qingfeng incarnation of humanoid mortar, throwing your hand and throwing grenade at enemy positions. It's impossible to make a biodegradable one possible. The wolf that blows up the enemy's machine gun position bursts into a rotten piece. Everyone applauds.

The laughter and warm applause sounded, and Zhou Qingfeng only found out that it was dawn. Dozens of people squeezed into the small cafeteria, all listening to him telling stories of battle. This popularity is star-level.

However, when everyone was in high spirits, the deflated propaganda officer suddenly appeared and walked straight to Zhou Qingfeng and said: "Big Zhou, because of your willful behavior, it is unorganized and undisciplined. We promote The Ministry decided to cancel your title of "Combat Hero".

I tell you, people like you who do not obey the organizational arrangements must be reviewed and reviewed in depth, otherwise they will not receive any military awards in the future. "

I heard that the propaganda officer actually wanted to cancel the Zhou Qingfeng's title and asked him to review it. The people surrounding the canteen suddenly calmed down. Everyone looked at the propaganda officer representing the organization with surprise.

The aunt of the Women ’s Federation who came to condolences quickly stood up to be a peacemaker, poke at the waist of Zhou Qingfeng, and said, "Boy, are you doing something wrong? Just apologize."

But Zhou Qingfeng raised his head proudly, and said to the propaganda officer with a mocking tone: "I am a hero, you can't say it. You look like this now, but it looks like a bear."

Ha Ha Ha ...... Listening to the harshness of Zhou Qingfeng, many people around couldn't help laughing. Instead, the propaganda officer was angry, pointing at him and cursing: "You ..., you don't even think about repentance, you dare to fight against the organization. You ..., you wait."

Wait for the propaganda officer to say a little ugly, but again, a crunch sounded outside the crowd, "Zhou Qingfeng."

The crowd gave way and reporter Xiao, who was always looking up to the sky but young and beautiful, came in. The young girl was a little nervous, holding a hard cover notebook and handing it to Zhou Qingfeng.

"Comrade Xiaozhou, I heard that you are about to go to the battlefield again, and send you something to commemorate. You ..., do n’t think about it. This is just a simple friendship between revolutionary comrades."

The pretty female reporter was wearing a big cotton hat, and the coat on her body was bloated, but at the moment such a rustic dress was actually wearing a fashion style on her. Her pretty smile added a lot-really beautiful people look good in everything.

"If it's okay, I'll leave." The female reporter originally thought that there was nothing more to talk about, so as not to make her appearance too abrupt. But dozens of people around were staring at her little red face, and let her summon up the courage to run over, and now she would be guilty.

As the female reporter with two braids turned around and ran away, Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a while. He looked at the notebook in his hand again, and murmured in his heart: Send me a notebook, what is this for?

The notebook looks ordinary, and when you open the title page, it is written with a line of fine print: Comrade Zhou Qingfeng, your bravery in battle inspired me. I hope you will move forward in future battles and life and win forever. Sincerely, the noble revolutionary salute, your comrade Xiaolan.

Looking at Zhou Qingfeng with a dumbfounded face, I was just angry, and the vigorous propaganda officer was an incomprehensible stun and jealousy. The aunt of the Women ’s Federation even stabbed him again, laughing and cursing: "What a silly boy, why are you stunned? The girl is looking at you, and you are not going to chase it out?" (To be continued.)