To Zhou Weihan's surprise, except for the two reporters, the other officials of the investigation team had no intention of visiting the prisoners, as if they were just going through the motions.
Zhou Weihan secretly complained that even if it was these two people who really played a role in this investigation, they should at least cover it up.
"I woke up early today and set off from Lin County. You must be tired, so let the two reporters go to do the interview first!" In the end, the deputy chief of staff indicated that he should stay with everyone, and Zhou Weihan personally took Jin Moran and
Zhao Yanbing went to Liujiawa.
The group of people took a small car to go to Liujiawa.
Dong Jiang drove, Zhou Weihan sat in the passenger seat, and Jin Moran and Zhao Yanbing sat in the back seat.
Along the way, Jin Muran seemed very enthusiastic. Although Zhou Weihan recognized Jin Muran as an undercover agent lurking somewhere, he did not show too much enthusiasm. After all, there was an unidentified Zhao Yanbing beside him.
On the surface, Zhao Yanbing is a weak female reporter, but in private it is unknown whether Dai Chunfeng arranged the secret. If any of her words bring trouble to Jin Moran, it will be more of a loss than a gain.
Zhou Weihan estimated that given Jin Moran's rank, few people knew about his identity except Comrade Taishan, who was specifically responsible for love work, and Comrade Xiangwu, his immediate boss, and the deputy chief of staff responsible for intelligence work within the Eighth Route Army.
"What year did Mr. Zhou come from? He looks young, but he holds a high position in the Eighth Route Army. It's really rare!" Jin Moran said.
"Three years of the Republic of China!"
"You are only 26 years old. You are so young. I am four years older than you. I don't know much about your army. Are all your generals so young?" Jin Moran asked curiously.
"Times create heroes, and in troubled times, more outstanding people will naturally emerge to sacrifice their lives, shed blood, and die generously for the country!" Zhou Weihan responded.
"Country, which country are you talking about?" Zhao Yan asked coldly.
"Miss Zhao, if my words have caused you to misunderstand, then the word country can be replaced by nation! Anyone who obstructs the unity and rise of the Chinese nation will be a sinner of the Chinese nation!" Zhou Weihan turned his head and looked directly at Zhao Yanbing.
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Zhao Yanbing was a little embarrassed by Zhou Weihan's look. Jin Muran patted Zhao Yanbing's thigh and said: "I very much agree with what Commander Zhou just said. Times make heroes, just like Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang. If Chen Youliang won the battle of Poyang Lake,
There will be no Huaixi nobles in the future!"
"Zhu Yuanzhang came from a humble background and spent many years hanging out with the bottom of society. He suffered all the hardships of others. Therefore, even if he later became powerful, he would always keep the people at the bottom of his heart. Since ancient times, those who win the hearts of the people win the world. This is the best proof!" Zhou Weihan seems to have something!
Pointing said.
Jin Muran still wanted to say something, but the car had already stopped at the entrance of Liujiawa Village.
"You two, Liujiawa has arrived, please leave!" Zhou Weihan said.
The two got out of the car and looked around Liujiawa. Smoke was rising from the village, and it was almost time for the first battalion to start dinner.
"You two, it's almost time for dinner. We will have dinner at Liujiawa at noon today. I will make arrangements. This comrade will take you on the rest of the trip!" Zhou Weihan pointed at Dong Jiang and said.
"Okay, I just want to experience the food of the Eighth Route Army!" Jin Muran nodded.
Zhou Weihan did this partly because he did not want to tangle with them any more, for fear of letting something slip, especially Zhao Yanbing, a sharp-tongued Xiaoni.
Second, Zhou Weihan was actually influencing their "investigation". The Eighth Route Army headquarters knew very well about officers inserting people into the investigation team, and had a pretty good guess as to its purpose.
Dong Jiang was in front, and the two of them were behind. They walked around the village first. Jin Moran took a few photos with his camera, including a battalion of soldiers patrolling the village.
"I have long heard that the conditions of the Eighth Route Army are difficult, but I didn't expect that most of the soldiers are still wearing straw sandals!" Jin Moran said with a slight surprise.
"Reporter Jin, are you going to interview the soldiers of the 97th Army next? If necessary, I will find a few people for you!" Dong Jiang asked.
"In order to ensure the authenticity of the report, we should choose the person we want to find ourselves!" After Zhao Yanbing finished speaking, he pointed to several nearby rooms.
"Both of you, the staff will be here shortly!" Dong Jiang said.
Watching Dong Jiang walk away, Jin Muran stood beside the millstone and said to Zhao Yanbing: "Come, sit down!"
Zhao Yanbing took out the handkerchief from his pocket, spread it on the millstone, and then sat down carefully.
Although Jin Moran was wearing a suit, he was not so particular. He sat down and said, "I warned you before you came here. Don't talk much when you get here. Don't show too many political leanings. You will have to be investigated by the Eighth Route Army."
Would you be happy to lose everything?"
"Brother Six!" Zhao Yanbing shouted sharply.
"Call Editor Jin!" Jin Muran's face darkened.
"Editor Jin, on the way here, didn't you also tell me that our true identities might not be hidden!"
"Our military commander and the Eighth Route Army are old enemies. How many people have died at our hands? Although the deputy chief of staff of the Eighth Route Army did not show any ill intentions, if the officers and soldiers below know, he will beat you.
Hei Qiang, then I can only take your ashes back and explain to Boss Dai!"
"This Zhou Weihan is not a good person!" Jin Moran said and made a shooting gesture.
Zhao Yanbing was frightened and quickly looked at the surrounding commanding heights.
"The tasks assigned to us by Boss Dai this time are to confirm that the uprising of prisoners of the 97th Army was arranged by our military commander, and secondly to test Zhou Weihan's attitude towards us. Now we have completed one!"
"Have you completed one item?" Zhao Yanbing was a little confused.
"Well, go back and read more history books, and learn more about the Eighth Route Army's program. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in a hundred battles.
Zhou Weihan is very slippery, and his words have already shown his firm political leanings!" Jin Moran patted Zhao Yanbing on the shoulder.
The two men then interviewed the prisoners of the 97th Army and asked them about the history and causes of the riot.
After the interview, Dong Jiang took the two of them to the cooking class of the first battalion.
The cooking team of the 1st Battalion was at the threshing floor in Liujiawa, and it was the time when the prisoners were lining up for meals.
Zhou Weihan asked the cooking team to set up a table in the thatched shed. When Jin Moran and others arrived, the table was already set with food!
However, the food on the table was different. One was a large white steamed bun with millet porridge and salted eggs, the other was steamed buns with mixed noodles and vegetable soup. There was also a bowl of pickled vegetable dumplings in the middle of the table.
After Zhao Yanbing saw it, he said, "Sir Zhou, what do you mean?"
"Reporter Zhao must be from a well-known family and can't get used to eating these grains, so he specially prepared white flour steamed buns for you and Reporter Jin!" Zhou Weihan said with a smile.
Jin Muran picked up a steamed bun and said, "I would like to experience the food of your Eighth Route Army!"
After saying that, he took a big bite and put it in his mouth. His eyes changed. He hurriedly picked up the millet porridge and choked on it. Then he said: "It's really a bit throaty."
Zhao Yanbing saw this and didn't dare to try it. He honestly picked up the steamed bun and started eating it.
Zhou Weihan said with a smile: "This mixed noodle bun contains a lot of wheat bran. If you eat it in a hurry, your throat will definitely get sick!"
"Do the soldiers of the 97th Army also eat these? The Geneva Convention requires preferential treatment of prisoners, and doesn't your Eighth Route Army treat prisoners preferentially?" Zhao Yanbing asked, his face clearly showing that he did not believe that Zhou Weihan also ate these.
Zhou Weihan looked at the white-faced steamed buns in Zhao Yanbing's hand, and then looked at the steamed buns in his own hand. He suddenly had a ridiculous feeling, and secretly vomited in his heart. This meal of white-faced steamed buns might as well be feeding pigs!
In this battle, the Eighth Route Army units did not carry much food, but relied entirely on food captured from the 97th Army.
The more than 6,000 prisoners alone consume a lot of food every day. If the negotiations don't come to a conclusion in a few days, I'm afraid they won't even be able to eat the mixed noodles!
"Do the soldiers at the bottom of the National Army eat polished rice and white flour every day? If so, could you please ask Reporter Zhao to ask the National Government for the military pay owed to me from the Eighth Route Army?"