Cracks in territory, politics, economy, military, and people's livelihood are criss-crossing this land. The country's prospects are bleak and unclear, warlords fight endlessly, political rule is unprecedentedly fragile, and various cutting-edge ideological trends and various old and bad habits collide to create a deformed world.
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1934 was a stormy year, with raging floods and droughts that sharply reduced grain production in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, wars that displaced countless people, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and people's livelihood.
The life of farmers is miserable, the landlords, gangsters, and local gangsters are tyrannical and unreasonable, and the people live in dire straits and chaos.
What happened during this period flashed through my mind, and it existed in my memory.
After Xia Yuan was beaten by the gangster, he sat on the ground blankly, his eyes dull.
After the gangsters left, the villagers gathered around and looked at Xia Yuan who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face. They couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing. A teenage child was beaten stupidly. They secretly cursed the gangsters headed by the landlord, but they couldn't help but sigh.
No one dared to stand up and resist, as if they had been accustomed to oppression from the landlords for decades.
As everyone knows, after Xia Yuan was beaten, he suddenly woke up and thought of the knowledge he had learned in the textbook before, which was a rich wealth.
There were many ideas in his mind. These ideas were very mottled and messy, but what he wanted to do was to take the essence and eliminate the bad ones.
"Wake up, wake up."
Xia Yuan murmured again and again, thinking that every time China's life and death were at stake, there would always be a group of people who risked their lives to build a beautiful China, and he strengthened his inner thoughts.
Even if this world is a replica world, so what, what is presented to him is a bloody and cannibal world.
The landlords squeezed and exploited the peasants, and the warlords still exploited the peasants.
Life is in ruins and people are in dire straits.
I can't continue to be confused like this, I have to do something on my own.
Xia Yuan got up from the ground and slowly left under the shocked eyes of the villagers.
The villagers who had calmed down shook their heads and continued to work. Such things happened often in the village. It was common for the gangsters under the landlord Lao Cai to beat people on the street. They had long been used to this.
Life.
It seems that the life of farmers has been like this since ancient times. They have been oppressed and exploited by landlords and wealthy people. Every movement of farmers will end in failure under strong suppression. In the end, everyone is numb and lives numbly. As long as they are hungry,
Just don't die.
When he came to his senses, he was still in a corner of a country that was experiencing turmoil, social turmoil, fifty million victims displaced by disasters, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, people struggling to make ends meet, conflicts between old and new ideas, and chaos among warlords.
It was already evening, and a happy croak sounded:
“After the sun goes down, hold a mass meeting in The Paper Square!”
Then, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a little soldier wearing a gray military uniform blew the whistle of Junhao.
It was the harvest season of late rice, and the golden rice waves rippled with the evening wind, rippling on this land all the way to the foot of the mountain. The Red Guards began to help each family harvest, and the women carried dinner and water to the fields, and then carried the heavy rice to the ground.
As they carried the rice home, the bamboo poles squeaked and sang on their shoulders, children ran on the fields surrounded by rice waves, the simple windmills in their hands turned, and people's faces were filled with little Ou Rang.
On the road, a long team drove past in the distance. Children ran over to watch, "It's the Red Army! It's the Red Army! Long live the Red Army! Long live the Red Army!!"
The childish voices floated under the afterglow of the setting sun. They ran over and followed the Red Army troops, spreading their childish voices:
"When you are a soldier, you must be a Red Army. I fight for the survival of the workers and peasants..."
A Red Guard member who was bending down to collect rice in the field straightened up, wiped the sweat from his face, and happily called to other members: "It's the headquarters security division!"
The team members harvesting rice straightened up and looked at their Red Army team, with pride on their faces.
The team drove closer, and the cadres leading the team greeted the old people in the village: "Go to the city, prepare for the meeting!"
The elders of the passing villages and their village representatives followed, while the children played beside the Red Army troops. They knew that this was a team to protect them, an army different from the warlords. They were the true meaning of the army.
The army that belongs to the people!
The conference was held as scheduled, and village Red Army cadres took turns to take the stage to speak:
"We want to start a new life, and a happy life is beckoning to us."
"The enemy knows that we are holding a conference, but so what, victory belongs to us!"
"Comrades! Long live the Red Army!"
In this land, four million people live happily, arsenals and printing plants have set up branch factories, and the scale of tobacco, sugar, weaving, paper, pharmaceutical and other industries and handicrafts continues to expand.
The region has a foreign trade bureau to encourage merchants to export and import goods, attracting merchants from all over the country to travel long distances here to trade despite the enemy's tight blockade, risking imprisonment and beheading.
There is a market outside Nanguan, where farmers and traders set up stalls. People and Red Army purchasers shuttled between them, and the sound of bargaining was endless. They also opened special stores to supply daily necessities for Red Army officers and soldiers and their families, stipulating that state-owned enterprises and
Twenty percent of the cooperative's profits must be used to serve the families of the Red Army. Once the families of the Red Army fall ill or encounter difficulties, they will receive enthusiastic donations. The banknotes issued by regional banks have a large amount of gold and silver as reserves. These banknotes can even
More valuable than the banknotes issued by the enemy.
Under the shade of thick trees and beside the wide paddy fields, schools, hospitals, cooperatives, clubs, and various institutions are scattered and prosperous.
Every morning and dusk, the singing of the Red Army soldiers will ring out from heaven to earth:
"When you are a soldier, you must be a Red Army soldier. I fight for the survival of the workers and peasants."
"Officials and soldiers stay close to each other, and no one oppresses others."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "When you are a soldier, you must be a Red Army, and workers and peasants are making revolutions everywhere."
"Those who know how to work have work to do, and those who know how to plow fields have fields to plow."
The Red Army was convinced that Qusu belonged to their land and they were the owners of the land. They launched a thorough land revolution. Not only did the local poor farmers get their own land, but the Red Army soldiers from other provinces were also allocated land.
Public land is cultivated by local farmers for them.
The vast majority of Red Army officers and soldiers have their own land for the first time in their lives. Therefore, they have a life-and-death relationship with the color red. It is precisely because of this that the Red Army is full of uncontrollable enthusiasm for the happy life at hand. Why?
In the battles to defend their homeland again and again, they were able to charge the enemy's heavy machine guns with their knives, risking their lives time and time again.
Xia Yuan was also on the move. He spent two days and nights exploring the structure of the landlord's house. He found the warehouse where the landlord stored food and the underground pits where he hoarded money. He also found out the number of the landlord's men and the weapons they were equipped with. He originally planned to use his eloquence to
He persuaded some people to follow him, but the young people in the village thought that he was a lunatic. He could not even provide for his own food and clothing, but he wanted to confront the landlord who had guns and people. This was obviously crazy.
"Their ideas are relatively conservative. If we want to truly liberate our minds, we must let them be the masters of the land for once!"
Xia Yuan learned from God's perspective and believed that he could build an army that belonged to the people.
The peasant association movement in Nanhu has not spread to other areas. The rural area where he lives still adheres to the old rules. Only by opening up the world and emancipating the mind can they wake up and let them understand that the land does not belong to the landlords, but to the farmers.
Xia Yuan was thinking, and the path taken by the revolutionaries kept appearing in his mind. He wanted to avoid taking the wrong path as much as possible.
If you take the wrong path, you may be safe and fine, but countless people who follow you and work hard will shed blood and sacrifice. This is not allowed to be seen.
After three days of preparation, Xia Yuan determined the right path and chose a dark and windy night to prepare.
As night falls, the bright moonlight covers the village.
A black shadow climbed over the high wall of the landlord's house and sneaked into the landlord's house. He skillfully avoided the attention of the night watchman and sneaked into the landlord's yard where the gangsters lived. It must be said that the landlord's house was really rich, with two big yards.
, the ground is paved with blue bricks, and there are flowers and plants planted in the yard, which presents a completely different life style from the outside world.
The landlord has more than a dozen servants, equipped with guns and ammunition, and even a light machine gun purchased from the White Army. Silver dollars and millet are common commodities in this era. You can buy anything you want. He must first
Get rid of more than a dozen servants. These servants have been bought by the landlord since they were children. They have followed the landlord for half their lives, followed the landlord, followed the landlord, and done many bad things. They also relied on the landlord and the gun in their hands to bully male bullies.
Women do all kinds of evil, and killing them is considered an advantage to them.
Naturally, Xia Yuan would not be merciful. He got into the barracks where they were sleeping, pressed his neck, and twisted hard. He could clearly hear the cracking sound of broken bones. The movement disturbed the other people who were sleeping soundly. When they were confused, he could feel his neck.
After being controlled by someone, and immediately after a sharp pain, the whole person's consciousness became groggy, and he could no longer lift his strength. His brain seemed to have lost control of his body, his breathing became less and less, and his breathing gradually froze.
Hearing the noise, the people sleeping in other beds showed signs of waking up. Xia Yuan immediately sped up his movements and took the lead in attacking the people who were not yet awake but had already stood up to check the situation. He grabbed their necks with his big hands and pulled them with slight force.
If it breaks, all the servants in the barracks will die.
Before those servants died, they only saw a skinny black figure, even just over half a person tall. The method of killing was very fierce. They were tall and powerful, but they had no room to resist in the face of this black figure.
, only hearing the sound of bones breaking, they could not connect the black shadow in front of them with the child, and there was only boundless fear in their hearts before they died.
"Kid!"
These are their thoughts before they die.
Xia Yuan is sixteen or seventeen years old. It is reasonable to say that this age is when the height increases rapidly. However, due to malnutrition, he is only over 1.6 meters tall and his body is as thin as a slender bamboo pole. But like this
There is huge energy hidden in the thin body.
After killing the servant, Xia Yuan did not find any guns in the barracks. Guns were strictly controlled by the landlords. Only when they went out, the servants were given guns to protect their property. On weekdays,
This group of servants all wore swords, guns and clubs, and the weapons were placed by the landlord in the cellar with his property.
Xia Yuan did not leave a way for these servants to survive. He took their uniforms for his own use and treated them as his first subordinates. The reason was simple. These people followed the landlord Lao Cai and ran rampant in the village. They were used to bullying men and women.
, it is almost impossible for them to live a poor life with him, fight with the White Army, or even risk their lives in a charge.
And Xia Yuan has determined that the path he is taking is not destined to rely on military pay to retain people. The reason is also very simple. Most of the people attracted by military pay are for military pay, which breeds a lot of soldiers.
, they only take money but don’t work hard. When they go to the battlefield, they only think about how to save their lives. Once they encounter an encirclement and suppression, the team will soon be defeated.
You need a life to spend money. What's the use of having money if you don't have a life.
For these veterans, it doesn't matter who they follow, their purpose is to get military pay. Once such a system is established, the team will eventually become no longer pure, and even go to the battlefield, and the combat effectiveness will not be able to be used at all.
It is not an easy task to travel such a long distance to Ousu.
Xia Yuan knew this truth, and he used force to collect them today. When encountering a battle in the future, they would choose to run away to protect their lives. Once someone runs away, many people will have a herd mentality.
Let me ask you, when facing the test of life and death, the comrades around you are not afraid of the enemy and risk their lives. Your brothers fall in front of you one by one and block the bullets fired at you with their bodies. What choice will you make?
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Let me also ask, when facing a strong enemy, your teammates turn around and run away one by one, leaving you alone, what would you choose?
This problem was explained very well by my regimental commander. The expeditionary force consisted of 100,000 people. On the way to the defeat, there were many scenes of several Japanese soldiers chasing a group of expeditionary troops. They were really running away.
I ran like crazy and chased like crazy.
Xia Yuan knew history and knew that it was easy to pull out a team in such troubled times, but it was very difficult to pull out a brave and capable team that was not afraid of life and death, let alone crossing a large province to go to Ousu.
Looking for the main force of the Red Army, what he needs is an army that is brave and good at fighting.
It has long been a habit for these servants to bully men and dominate women. It is not an easy task for them to live a hard life with them.
It is difficult to see the light of awakening in them.
Those who are truly awakened are those workers and peasants who hold hoes and sickles, raise their arms high, and support the color red.
These people have no use value, so Xia Yuan will naturally not keep them. Keeping them means more mouths to eat.
I found the rope in the room, and after leaving, I searched several other rooms, most of which were grocery rooms and grain storage warehouses. Bags of grain piled up into mountains. These were obtained by the wealthy landlords who exploited the peasants. They attacked the local tyrants.
It's not just as simple as killing the landlords. Killing yourself can relieve the hatred in yourself. However, the hatred of the peasants is still there and the class conflict has not been resolved. It can only be solved by letting the peasants see it. Xia Yuan has already felt this in his heart
Have a plan.
The sleeping landowner suddenly felt someone beside the bed. When he opened his eyes, he was suddenly covered in cold sweat. A black figure stood beside the bed, followed by the other person's hand and struck like lightning. His neck felt painful, and he fell into a coma.