In such a scene, anyone's heart would boil. Salinchkin perfectly incited the patriotism of the Soviet people, and even the nationalism of the Belarusians.
Yang Mingzhi was excited. The troops had been resting for more than 20 days and it was late April. Many plans started at the beginning of the month had been partially realized. For example, the fertilizer plant had been established, the potato harvest season was approaching, and new weapons had begun to be produced.
production line.
For nearly a month, the Soviet army and the German army have been living in peace and harmony! This shouldn't be the case! The enemies around the swamps have enjoyed peace for three weeks, which means that they have been wreaking havoc on the villages of Belarus for three weeks without any scruples.
, without paying any price.
Even though Novgomel was prosperous, the massacre of civilians by the German army still existed in Belarus and even other parts of the Soviet Union.
It's time for revenge!
The corners of Yang Mingzhi's raised lips darkened. He touched his document bag and knew that it would be his turn to "talk loudly" in the afternoon.
The morning's meeting ended with people shouting "attack" and "Ula!"
At the end of the day, Salinchkin finally announced: "In the afternoon, our army commander, Comrade Belikov, will be invited to give a speech. Let's listen to the specific strategies he has arranged for our Novgomel..."
Regarding the speech in the afternoon, Yang Mingzhi had already made up his mind. He kept silent about what happened in the afternoon, and despite being questioned by people from all walks of life, he waved his hands and arranged for the guards to persuade him to leave.
Among the crowd, only a few people knew what he was going to say.
During lunch, the morning meeting, and even the important speech that the military commander was going to make in the afternoon were all topics of conversation! Because he refused to reveal even a single letter, no one asked inappropriate questions during lunch time.
In the huge cafeteria No. 2 of the Blacksmith Village, all the representatives sat here. Yang Mingzhi sat in a corner and ate a sumptuous lunch like a one-man show. There were only Abram and a few other people beside him. Of course, as a guard, this
A few of them were also very lucky to have fried meat for lunch! This was extremely rare for ordinary soldiers’ meals!
In the distance, Yevlov and Yelentina sat facing each other.
As a member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Yelentina instinctively glanced at the new army commander in the distance. She muttered: "Afternoon! That should be what Berekov wants to say, right?"
"Yes! That's it. After all, he has been planning for a long time. He just revealed his idea to us before. After all, the results of our research are still too advanced."
"So, he thinks we can build a country now? How interesting!" Yelentina was expressionless, but she was extremely excited inside, and she also had a lot of doubts. In this way, she fell into a conflict and had to negotiate with Yelianjing first.
Let's discuss it with Fulv.
She looked around and saw all the happy faces of the representatives, but Yang Mingzhi had a sullen face, obviously thinking about what would happen in the afternoon.
Then he asked: "Yevlov, if Berekov really proposes to establish some kind of guerrilla republic this afternoon, will all our representatives agree?"
"It's a guerrilla republic! It's a guerrilla republic established to implement the guerrilla movement against Nazi liberated territories across the Soviet Union!" Yevlov leaned forward, tapped his fingers on the table, and answered in a straight line. Then, his expression softened again.
, the clothes didn't matter, he muttered: "That guy revealed to me that the manuscripts in his document bag were just some keywords written in Chinese characters. His meaning was very clear, that is, he wanted to propose the establishment of a country. I felt that he was opposed to it.
There will definitely be a voice, but who is he? People who don’t know him think that he talks eloquently, but ends up putting it into practice one by one. I think, in the end, our place is not just Novgomel, it is a guerrilla republic. What’s more,
…”
Yevlov's eyes glanced at Salinchkin who was eating soup in another place: "Dear, what do you think of the commissioner? Doesn't he know what kind of benefits the establishment of a country will bring to him? If such a
When the country is established, who will be the first secretary? It’s him!
I am a soldier, and in the face of money and honor, I will fight to the death for honor! The same goes for that man! Why did Salinchkin come to us? Apart from the noble reason, it was just for his personal honor."
Yelentina smiled knowingly, she understood everything.
"Hehe! You are not confused at all in this regard. It's a pity for you. If you could go to the military academy, you would be a general now!"
Yevlov couldn't laugh. This was not a compliment, it was simply a wife's complaint against her husband. He grumbled magnanimously: "If I had been a general earlier, I would have been investigated and sent to Siberia a few years ago."
Or he commanded the troops last year and ended up like the 63rd Army, which was completely wiped out in Zhluobin, directly north of us!"
Yang Mingzhi had no idea what these two people were talking about, but he also knew that his statement that he wanted to establish a "guerrilla republic" would inevitably cause an uproar. How to convince everyone and completely unify their stance is very critical.
In fact, he only needed to convince a few people. Especially two important officials in Novgomel, Salinchkin and Lyudbalev.
Especially Salinchkin, as long as he obtains his approval and sends several telegrams to Moscow to announce this matter, the "guerrilla republic" will naturally receive legal support as it becomes a fait accompli.
"Alas! I am not a politician after all! I still want to play tricks and let everyone discuss it. This guerrilla republic must truly win the hearts of the people so that the future strategy can be implemented!"
So, what kind of existence is the guerrilla republic in that plane? Yang Mingzhi doesn’t know. He only knows that there is such a new country that was accepted by the Soviet Union. This is a special country that existed during wartime. It does not have a specific capital.
The people are the guerrillas, large and small, hiding in occupied areas.
As the war developed in favor of the Soviet Union, the German army had to carry out strategic contraction.
The villages that were supposed to be firmly controlled by the German army immediately raised the red flag again after they retreated. When the guerrillas came over, these liberated villages were naturally included under the jurisdiction of the guerrilla republic.
As a result, the strength of the guerrillas continued to expand, and villages in the occupied areas returned to Soviet control one after another. The German army and their servants, the German Army, had to huddle in the city and deploy their troops on both sides of the transportation lines.
The Soviet guerrillas in that dimension were fighting, and I not only had to imitate their successful methods, but also do them better!
"After all, I am Chinese! Who is better at guerrilla warfare than the Chinese?!"
Yang Mingzhi ate the rest of his lunch in a hurry, and left the canteen early with his briefcase. He went straight to the silent venue and took out the documents from the bag in a quiet place.
He carefully reviewed the key words on this paper for the last time, organized the language, and waited for representatives from all walks of life to arrive.