Wang Jing had been in Li Feng's army before, so she knew what Li Feng was eating. Looking at the black steamed buns in her hand, she couldn't help but shake her head and then finished it all.

It’s not that Wang Jing can’t live a hard life, but that she is now very worried about the lives of hundreds of thousands of people nearby.

You should know who Li Feng is? This fat man can eat good food and will definitely not eat bad food. If even his food starts to decline, it is enough to show that the famine is indeed a bit serious.

She could even eat these black steamed buns, but what about the victims who were looking for food all over the mountains? Can each of them eat these foods?

When Wang Jing thought of this, he was extremely angry. At such a critical moment, someone actually embezzled relief food and even exploited some ordinary people. Isn’t this pushing the ordinary people to the Japanese?

The press team is coming soon. This is the news she received not long ago. I heard that the purpose of these reporters is to confirm two things. The first thing is whether the food is carried to the Eighth Route Army?

The second thing is that most reporters are tacitly informed... Are the foods in the army or the food for the relief of the people?

Although the Central Military Army insists that these foods are military rations, it does not mean that the reporters are all fools. They can smell some different sounds from various channels.

Picking up his laptop and camera, Wang Jing slowly stepped out of his room.

The seriousness of famine is beyond everyone's imagination, and whenever they face disasters, they always come in all kinds of ways, starting with famine and then plague, which is another huge blow to the Chinese nation full of holes.

The reporters have not arrived yet. I heard that the Central Army would send cars to take them over, but I don’t know if it is true.

Wang Jing did not envy the reporters who came by the bus at all. On the contrary, she was happy to stay with the Eighth Route Army because these soldiers were helping the people every day, and the smiles on the people's faces would be the greatest manifestation of the army's combat effectiveness.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw Li Feng walking the divine beast, followed by a panda and a leopard. The panda looked cute and the leopard looked a little fierce, but at this moment, he was still following Li Feng's back.

"Journalist Wang is so early!" The fat man greeted her with a smile. For some reason, Wang Jing always felt a little cunning in her heart. This fat man seemed a little gloomy!

Not only Wang Jing feels this way, but Xiao Wen, who has always been very sensitive to his brother's emotions, notices his brother's abnormality.

Could this fat man be cheating again?

Xiao Wen is very worried about the reporters who came over and a group of officers from the Central Army. As for his brother... she is not worried at all. After all, my brother is so bad that ordinary people will definitely not be able to kill him.

This time, the person in charge of the investigation of the Central Army was surnamed Tian. I heard that he was still a division commander, but I don’t know if he could continue to do it after this incident.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, Li Feng felt that he should use black steamed buns and pickles to entertain these reporters. After all, they always have to eat some good food when they come from afar.

My sister was a little opposed to this matter. The fat man was making fun of it again. He thought about it. If this was spread, I wonder what outsiders would say about the Eighth Route Army?

These journalists have a certain right to speak in society. If they spread some news that is not good for the Eighth Route Army, then the development of the Eighth Route Army will be extremely unfavorable.

Xiao Jing felt that he should use white flour steamed buns to greet the reporters. Although Erpang and Xiao Jin accidentally made it convenient for the bag of white flour several times a few days ago, no one knew what these things were after drying them, right?

"No, no, no, this is not good, right?" Li Feng hesitated. It was no problem to let these people eat white flour, but isn't it too authentic to use urine or powder?

In the end, Li Feng made the decision himself, and both sides took a step back and asked the reporters to eat black noodles and steamed buns and some delicious snow dishes. As for the officers of the Central Army... they like to eat white noodles, so let them eat it. Anyway, the urine produced by Erpang and Xiao Jin is not poisonous, so it is enough to not kill anyone.

As for whether the reporter will have any objections, it is not the issue that Li Feng should consider. I believe Miss Wang Jing will handle this matter well.

Since it has been decided, a group of people will naturally go out to receive these reporters to fulfill their rituals as landlords.

When the reporters came over, they were riding a truck carrying supplies. To be honest, the fat guy would rather ride a horse than ride a car like this. Now it is not the case that every cement road is open to every village. If he takes a car like this, he will vomit people's stomachs. I wonder if these reporters can still stand firm after getting off the car?

The officers were very comfortable. They drove convertible jeeps. Of course, some beautiful reporters also sat next to them. I wonder if there were any strange transactions in the middle...

The matter is a bit different from what Li Feng thought. Some reporters fainted when they were shaking like this. It seems that they have really been on the battlefield and have experienced many things!

The reporters were still a little dizzy when they got off the truck, mainly because the road nearby was too difficult to walk, but if they walked over, it was very far away. When they walked here, their legs would probably be broken!

The first scene I saw when I got off the car was that there were not many leaves in the surrounding trees, not to mention the grass, no trace of green was seen on the ground anyway.

The Eighth Route Army's barracks looked like a small city. The sign at the door said the southern guerrilla formation. Although I don't understand why the troops from Shanxi came to Henan? But this was not the purpose of their arrival this time, so no one said this at this critical moment.

The few people standing at the door looked a little cold. Except for the fat man who was leading the way, who seemed to welcome their arrival very much, everyone else was a little unhappy!

Xiao Wen knew what these reporters were thinking, and she really wanted to ask: "You actually think my brother's smile is welcoming you. I wonder if you have heard of the legend of pig killing?"

Slaying pigs is a very distant legend, so far away that she heard Li Feng say yesterday that if my brother hadn't explained it carefully, she wouldn't have known that this is what it means to kill pigs.

Obviously, the group of people in front of me looked like fat pigs. My brother’s smile was very obvious. Isn’t it worth being happy to kill pigs and eat meat?

These people actually thought that my brother was sincerely welcomed them, and they didn’t know what they thought. They saw me sharpening my knife last night, and they didn’t know who would be unlucky today.

"Welcome to everyone. I am Li Feng, the highest commander of the Eighth Route Army guerrilla formation. Some of you should know me, so I won't talk about some rules. But there is one thing I have to emphasize, that is, no random photos are allowed, especially our military facilities, otherwise we will likely confiscate your camera!"

The little fat man didn't seem to be forced, but these reporters were very sensible and didn't pick on them at this time.

The major general at the beginning looked a little helpless. If he had not been forced, he would not have been willing to face Li Feng at all. This fat man caused so many people to suffer. He didn't think he could play with this scheming fat man.
Chapter completed!