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Chapter 390 Interview with an old friend (1)

"Commander, the third battalion reported that the reporters from Changsha have been received by the battalion headquarters. But it's hard for them, the third battalion is moving, and the entire battalion headquarters is in a mess."

Li Chongzheng was lying on the rattan chair with his eyes closed to enjoy the cool evening mountain breeze, and nodded when he heard Qiao Zining's words.

"Leader, the two reporters that Lao Tang said are both women, and the other one is your old friend."

"Old friend? How do I know any reporter?"

"Among them is a female reporter named Mu Ziqing, don't you know her?"

When he said this, Qiao Zining's tone became a little teasing and a little inquiring.

"Mu Ziqing, Mu Ziqing."

Li Chong muttered twice and shook his head. The memory of the name was a bit vague in his mind, but the name and the face did not match at all.

Lying on the rocking chair, Li Chong raised his hand and said, "The impression is very vague. When the reporters from the war zone come, they will definitely take pictures. Zining, you bring someone to print a few slogans praising Chongqing at the regiment headquarters at night. The font must be big and big. conspicuous."

"Head, what words do you want to write? How about you make a sample?"

Li Chong swayed, and tapped his finger on the handle of the rocking chair twice, "What do you want to do? What do you want to do? Words like 'resisting the Japanese bravely and defending the soil are responsible' are rotten and cannot reflect the spirit of our grassroots regiments. It means to Chongqing."

Li Chong muttered, he is not good at flattering, but when the reporter comes, what he sees and shoots may be presented before the case of the commander of the war zone or even the chairman of the Chongqing committee, so the appearance of "one mind has the top" must be done of.

A photo is uploaded, and there is nothing on it. Compared with "Yixin has Shangfeng", Shangfeng must have a different evaluation of his own heart.

This kind of opportunity to show his face must be flattering, and he must show the most perfect appearance of the regiment headquarters in front of the reporters sent by the war zone commander's department.

But what to brush?
Li Chong's fingers ticked faster.

Eh?
Four words suddenly popped up in Li Chong's mind.

"Well, Zining, why don't you just add the words 'Decree from the Commissioner' directly in front of the slogan. Or brush something like 'Decree from the Commissioner: Take the rise and fall of the country as your own responsibility, and put personal death aside', 'Always remember the chairman's admonition' and other slogans."

"Head, is this going too far? I'm flattering Chongqing too."

Li Chong waved his hand, "Your tone is still very unconvinced, Zining, in this world, you will either fight wars or flatter, it will always be the same. Just knowing how to fight your life is not enough, and complementing each other will make us fall into Shangfeng's eyes."

"In fact, our chairman likes a lot of things. First, he likes to be in charge. During the war, people in Chongqing always like to command to the division level. Second, although he doesn't talk about it, he likes to read and listen to the following good things. .When I was in the military academy, even the toilets were painted with words like 'Order from the Commissioner: Please take a step forward when urinating!'."

"So, don't make life difficult for your future because of some emotions. Do you want to show your appearance in front of the reporters?"

Li Chong knew that the Sichuan army had never been very interested in Chongqing, but since he came out of a military academy, his position had to be firm first, and the position of the "Whampoa Youth Officer Department" must not be crooked.

What's more, when he graduated from the military academy, Li Minghao, the director of education, issued himself a letter of appointment, but clearly said, "While working hard to kill the enemy, hold the control of these local armies and deepen the influence of the party-state."

Holding the control of the whole regiment, Li Chong has achieved this, but he is not ignorant of the world. The grievances between the Sichuan Army and the chairman of the committee have been forged as early as the warlord separatist period. The influence in the Sichuan Army, and in normal times, deliberately preached to the soldiers of the Sichuan Army how Chongqing is, that is to create conflicts for no reason, and to disconnect themselves from the officers and soldiers of the whole regiment.

But now a reporter came over, sharpening their guns before the battle, and Li Chong would put up the slogan no matter what he said.

That night, Qiao Zining, He Maoping and the others led the soldiers to mix lime water, and then painted slogans on the bunkers, plum blossom bunkers, and exposed mountain stones.

The font was so large that one slogan could not fit in one bunker, so the officers and soldiers simply painted one for two bunkers, no matter how they were written, the four big characters "Designated by the Commissioner" must be conspicuous.

It was another morning.

Since the hillside was bare, there were no birds chirping in the morning, and the quality of sleep has improved a lot.

Stretching his arms, Li Chong ran up to the main peak to practice his fists and feet as usual, and then returned to the regiment headquarters to put on a neat set of military uniforms, even after washing.Usually in this summer, Li Chong wears a coat, but today it is no longer possible. The higher-ups come to interview, so they have to look decent.

Walking out of the regiment headquarters and strolling along the hillside, the slogan is shining brightly. In order to make the regiment headquarters more imposing, two [-]-type infantry guns are still placed on both sides of the regiment headquarters' mountain gate.

At this moment in Trojan Ridge, the two female reporters got up a bit late, because they interviewed the Third Battalion to stop the Anyi Special Operations Detachment overnight. And the men who served as guards all enjoyed a mountain-style breakfast.

For the two female reporters, what they see and think at the moment will be turned into words in their pens.

The three of them were led by the officers and soldiers of the third battalion on the way to the headquarters of the main peak of Meiling. There are still traces of the battle. At that time, the two company commanders of the third battalion who followed the devils and puppet troops were responsible for explaining and restoring the battle scene all the way.

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and the two female reporters showed unexpected tenacity, which made the backup plan prepared by the third battalion useless. The so-called backup plan was to carry them to the regiment headquarters on a stretcher.

After nearly three hours, the group finally arrived at the foot of the regiment headquarters of the main peak of Meiling.Passing through the mountains and forests, the eyes suddenly opened up, and there was a naked mountain standing in the middle of the mountains and forests.

The company commander leading the way pointed to the bare main peak of Meiling, "Comrade reporter, this is the regiment headquarters of our [-]rd regiment."

"Crack!"

Mu Ziqing pressed the shutter of the camera. Due to the baptism of war, this normally visible mountain seemed to have a war-like temperament visible to the naked eye.

Especially on the exposed stones, politically correct slogans can be seen with the naked eye.

"Stand at attention, welcome comrades to interview our group!"

At the foot of the mountain, Qiao Zining was sonorous and powerful, and the officers and soldiers behind him stood at attention and held their guns. The orderly order and prohibition reflected the spirit of the front-line combat troops.

In fact, there is no need to order, the two female journalist comrades who have removed the disguise of servants are both beautiful and beautiful, and these soldiers naturally subconsciously show their best sides.

Of course, since they were not military personnel, they did not salute.

(End of this chapter)