"I used to believe that people would eat grass roots, earthworms, insects and other things, but since I got along with some refugees, I really felt what real hunger is.

Life after the famine is really hard. The earthworms these people search for in the land are all good things, not to mention food like grassroots.

I once thought that hunger was just a little uncomfortable in my stomach, but I never felt the feeling of being hungry for a month.

So what does it feel like to have a month of hunger?

I can't understand it, but when I saw these refugees searching for food from the land, I had a little bit of experience in my heart…”

After writing for a long time, Wang Jing stopped the pen in her hand and slowly looked at Li Feng. Only then did she truly understand how difficult it is to be able to pull up a unit of thousands of people.

Eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, sleeping are all problems. The daily consumption is an astronomical number, not to mention that they have to train to fight the Japanese.

The reporters were also asking questions wildly at this time. Unexpectedly, this fat man was actually answering patiently.

Those government officials were also stopped. Although the reporters didn't like them very much, they could not be let go at this time. Now they fully understand the problem of the relief food turning into military food. Some people want to fill their pockets. Looking at the refugees all over the mountains, I wonder if those who fill their pockets will feel a little guilty?

"Now I think you have understood why I have to push refugees to loot the relief food that belongs to them. There is nothing we can do about it!

Do you know where you are standing now before?

It was a fertile field. I had just harvested a wave of wheat, and the remaining wheat grains were picked up by people in the village.

Then the refugees came and picked up a few more crops, but in the end they didn't even let go of the wheat skin. As for the frogs and other things in the field, there was no need to talk about them. They probably had to be eaten.

It is difficult for you to see things like voles this year. Not only are they killed on a large scale due to the famine, but a considerable number of them have also entered the stomachs of these refugees.

Even some ants were eaten. You can imagine how hungry these refugees were!

The large earthworms in the field have long disappeared. As for where they went, I think you know it."

"Then can't you Eighth Route Army provide some assistance?" The male reporter is probably from Chongqing. To put it bluntly, it's the kind that has been agreed upon. To put it bluntly, he is here to make trouble.

But the fat man was not angry, but instead explained with a smile:

"Of course we helped. I believe everyone knows one thing, that is, my army has three meals a day. Only in this way can we ensure our strong combat effectiveness and huge training volume.

But recently our food has become worse. Not to mention that it has turned into two meals a day. Meat and other things have been sold long ago and replaced with rice and flour.

Fortunately, this idea was proposed by the soldiers under my command. They said that they could not even have a meal for the refugees, but they had three full meals. This feeling was really bad, so they simply saved a meal to provide it to the refugees. In the end, they decided to reduce the quality of their food and free up some food for the refugees.

So now you have also seen that our army has stopped recruiting troops recently, either because of other things, or because there is no food.

The money in the account was basically spent, just to support refugees from nearby towns and towns.

In recent times, our Eighth Route Army has directly or indirectly rescued more than 100,000 refugees, but how long can we last for the army alone?

You should know that it is October now, and it will probably snow soon. At that time, these refugees lacked not only food, but also clothes and accommodation. If you want to dig a hole like now, it will be unlikely to bury yourself. It will be a sleep!

So I would like to ask all the reporters from the newspaper here, hoping that you can give me Mr. Li a face.

Here, the Eighth Route Army called on people from all walks of life across the country to donate money and materials. Of course, it is best to donate food. I hope they can help these refugees. They are also Chinese and should not die of hunger.

Our Eighth Route Army will do our best to help these people, even if we have to save money.

But I am here to share a solid foundation with you. My troops have not stored enough food. Is it a big deal to survive this winter?

But I still want to share the joys and sorrows with these refugees. There is no reason why even ordinary people can hold on to us as the troops of the War of Resistance Against Japan.

Finally, I hope that all reporters can send out this call as soon as possible, and our Eighth Route Army radio station can be loaned to you for use!

I, Li Feng, thank you everyone here!"

After saying that, Li Feng suddenly walked to the distance and bowed 90 degrees deep. A group of reporters took advantage of the situation and drew this scene. Anyway, he didn't take photos, so he could do anything.

The pen in Wang Jing's hand is still madly skilled. He remembered all the original words Li Feng just now. Could it be that the reporters have some skills that they can never forget?

"Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng's words made me feel very guilty. Recently, I have only been concerned about the newspaper affairs and seem to have forgotten the intention of coming here.

Isn’t our intention to come here to rescue those refugees? The Eighth Route Army is already selling the company and keeps saving food for these refugees, but we are still arguing over some things, and I feel very guilty.

Lieutenant Colonel Li Feng said that it is unnecessary to thank us because this is our responsibility!

Defending the country may be the responsibility of soldiers, but it is the responsibility of each of us to contribute to the motherland.

Let’s just write this time. I need to go to the refugee’s side to help later. After all, there are tens of thousands of people who need to maintain order and provide food for food when they eat. Otherwise, there will be a big mess.”

After saying that, Wang Jing closed her notebook, and a bell suddenly came at this moment. I heard that the bell seemed to be dug out from somewhere. The sound of knocking was very loud and it was very far away. Now it simply became an alarm clock for refugees to eat.

A group of reporters were also very curious. The Eighth Route Army was not a monk temple, so why did they ring the bell at this time?

"Don't be curious, this is the time for our Eighth Route Army to distribute food to the refugees. I need to leave here to maintain order now. Please give me my wish, I just hope you don't bother these refugees. After all, you are just strangers to them. Please don't ask some questions that make them embarrassed."
Chapter completed!