. He held a bowl of brown rice mixed with wild vegetables in his hand, and sat in a circle with the soldiers, Lin Haifeng ate with relish.

"Your Highness, let me tell you another story?" Chen Yucheng said, and winked at Shi Zhenji, the commander of the brigade spy company opposite.

Shi Zhenji took a bowl of soup to His Highness An with knowledge, and delivered the clear soup that could only be said to be a pot of water. "Your Highness, yesterday you told the story of the 18 Red Army warriors in the sky forcing the Dadu River to cross the Dadu River to the third row. We only listened to one tail, and told us one too."

Lin Haifeng took the soup, took a sip, and poured the remaining half of the rice from the bowl of rice in the tall and big soldier beside him, and laughed, "I'm full, and the rest is wasteful and not good, so you eat it for me." As he said, he looked at his soldiers who were staring at his soldiers with anticipation, and thought for a while, "In fact, in order to create a peaceful and prosperous era, the Red Army team in the sky has emerged more than a few, dozens of heroes. They are a collective of heroes, so they can create one miracle after another. Today I will tell you the story of "Nine Cooks".

He drank another sip of soup and gently placed the bowl on the ground, "The cooks are what we often call the fire-headed soldiers. In the sky, in order to crush the encirclement and blockade of the demon soldiers and to go north to resist the invasion of the Yi Kingdom, the Red Army carried out a arduous Long March. They lacked food and items to keep warm. In the tenth winter, many Red Army soldiers were still wearing single clothes and straw sandals, and the environment was extremely harsh. In a Red Army company, there was a cooking squad, including the squad leader, with a total of nine cooks. Compared with other soldiers, they had to pay more hardships. During the march, they had to carry a large aluminum pot and various utensils, and they had to rush to the pre-determined camp in advance, and prepare poor food for the brothers that could only maintain the minimum living conditions."

Lin Haifeng told the story with emotion, saying that the old squad leader started to boil foot water for everyone after all the comrades had eaten. The old squad leader secretly hid a piece of scoundrel, and finally the scoundrel turned into rice soup for the comrades to survive. The old squad leader eventually starved to death. The big aluminum pot that was originally carried by the old squad leader was transferred to the back of another cook. However, when the old squad leader left, his spirit was left. One cook after another was following his footprints, silently repeating everything the old squad leader had done. One fell down, and another followed.

"When the cruel snow-capped mountains and grasslands were left behind by the brave Red Army of Workers and Peasants, one morning, the brothers in the company found that the big aluminum pot in the cooking squad had been carried on the instructor. There was no shadow of a cook in the marching team. The nine ordinary cooks shed the last drop of blood for the sacred cause they pursued. However, their souls will always be with the Red Army and their own company. It is with their efforts that ultimately ensure that no combatant in the company fell on the journey."

After Lin Haifeng's story was finished, all the soldiers were still staring at him intently, forgetting that there was still no finished meal in the rice bowl in his hand. And Liu Xianghe, who was sitting next to him, had countless tears in his bowl.

Chen Yucheng understood more from the story of His Highness An. He rubbed his sore nose, "We are still much worse than that Red Army. Many people look down on the errand of cooking. They always think that killing Qing Yao can be considered a hero. Yesterday, someone asked me and asked to leave the kitchen team."

"Yes, cooking and washing vegetables every day, of course we didn't come to kill the enemy." Lin Haifeng smiled and looked at everyone and said, "But we are the Red Army. Whether it is me or your brigade commander, we just have different responsibilities. We just want to advocate equality, equality of officers and soldiers, equality of combat soldiers and cook soldiers. There can be heroes in any position, and no one of us can do without anyone. When I have time, I will go to the kitchen team myself to cook a meal for you all, and also ask you to take a good look at my skills."

Everyone laughed. Lin Fengxiang also laughed. His Highness An is really good at teaching soldiers. He admired in his heart. A story comes far faster than any preaching.

"Your Highness, do we also want to shave our hair like these brothers?" Shi Zhenji pointed to the submachine gunman in a new military uniform opposite and asked with a smile.

"How do you think it's good?" Lin Haifeng looked at him with a smile, then turned his eyes to everyone, and finally fell on Lin Fengxiang.

Shi Zhenji scratched his head embarrassedly, "When I wasn't eating, my brothers made a fuss for a while, and they all said they looked good after shaved, but that's it." He stroked the long hair on his shoulders and lowered his head.

"I think it's better to be like Qiansui," Lin Fengxiang said bluntly, "I won't talk about it cool. From the battlefield alone, if my head is injured, it will be inconvenient for long hair like us."

"I agree with Lin Hou's statement: shaving, shaving, we must have the characteristics of the Red Army," Chen Yucheng waved his hand, "Will you change into a new military uniform in a few days? Whoever doesn't shave will be removed. Your Highness has long said that our Red Army is an armed force against all feudal systems. We must not only defeat the feudal dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, but also defeat the feudal things in our own minds."

"Braft Commander Chen, don't be so arbitrary." Lin Haifeng looked at Chen Yucheng with a smile. Seeing more and more soldiers gathered over, he stood up. "There is also an emotional problem here. From ancient times to the present, men have hair removal is a habit, and of course there is a reason. That is, the so-called body and hair that are taken from parents, and random harm is a great disrespect to their ancestors and a betrayal of their ancestors."

Speaking of this, he stroked his short hair and looked at everyone, "I am a Han man. Do you think I am still a Han man now?"

The soldiers looked at each other, of course they would not change. They just shave their hair, and they still had no other person.

"Of course you are still a Han person," Liu Xianghe looked at His Highness An with passion, "Your Highness is a god, and the pride of our Han people!"

"Didn't anyone call me betray my ancestors?" Lin Haifeng laughed, "In fact, remembering the kindness of my parents for raising us and adding glory to our ancestors is not whether you keep their marks on the surface. The key is whether you can always keep them in mind and whether you have practical actions. Say a few thoughtful words with your parents and do your best to make your parents eat well and dress well. It is better than having fun every day to invite them to peace and care for themselves. Let us flourish and the people live and work in peace and contentment. If you give your sweat and blood, and be remembered by everyone, our ancestors will be glorious. This is better than burning incense to the ancestors' tablets every day and kowtow."

He pointed his hand north, "The Qing Dynasty entered the pass and forced us to shave our hair. At that time, many people refused to submit and lost their precious lives. Why did they do that? Because they felt that shaved hair was equivalent to betraying their ancestors, and they were not descendants of their ancestors. But now, many people are used to carrying a long braid. If you ask him to cut off the braids, what would he say? He would still hold his braids tightly, thinking that only this would be the only way to maintain the dignity of his ancestors. Isn't this strange?"

The soldiers listened carefully to every word that King An said, and felt a lot of emotion in their hearts. Yes, those people like themselves are now used to shaving their foreheads and braids, and they will extremely hate the Taiping Army, which has restored their ancestors' habit of keeping hair, and viciously called it "Fai Bandits" and "Long Hair". The massacre of Taiping Army soldiers is even more crazy. What kind of body, hair and skin cannot be moved by their parents is purely nonsense!

"I want to say that all this is the shackles imposed on us by the feudal literati." Lin Haifeng turned his hand down and said loudly, and then he smiled again, "In ancient times, there was Nuwa repairing the sky, later, Mulan joined the army, She Taijun, Mu Guiying took charge, and now our invincible female army. Aren't these all tantamount to the ancestral system? Why have they all become heroes who have passed through the ages?"
Chapter completed!