The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Cracks in territory, politics, economy, military, and people's livelihood criss-cross across this land. The country's prospects are bleak and unclear. Warlords fight endlessly. .

[-], this year was a year of wind and rain. Floods raged, droughts caused a sharp drop in grain production in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and wars displaced countless people from their homes. Exorbitant taxes were imposed, and the people were destitute.

The life of the peasants is miserable, the local hooligans are arrogant and unreasonable, and the common people live in dire straits and chaos.

What happened during this period flashed in my mind, which existed in my memory.

After being beaten up by the hooligans, Xia Yuan sat on the ground blankly, his eyes glazed over.

After the hooligans left, the villagers gathered around and looked at Xia Yuan, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. No one dared to stand up and resist, as if they had been used to oppression from landlords for decades.

As everyone knows, after Xia Yuan was beaten, he suddenly came to his senses. He thought of the knowledge he had learned in textbooks, which was a wealth of wealth.

There are many thoughts in his mind, these thoughts are mottled and messy, but what he has to do is to extract the essence and discard the worst.

"Wake up, wake up."

Xia Yuan murmured again and again, thinking that every time when the Chinese people lived and died, there would always be such a group of people who sacrificed their lives for the construction of a beautiful China, and he strengthened his inner thoughts.

Even if such a world is a dungeon world, so what, what is presented in front of his eyes is a bloody, human-eating world.

Landlords squeezed and exploited peasants, and warlords still exploited peasants in melee.

Life is ruined, and people are not living.

I can't continue to be muddled like this anymore, I have to do something by myself.

Xia Yuan got up from the ground, and slowly left under the shocked eyes of the villagers.

The villagers who were relieved shook their heads and continued to work. This kind of thing often happens in the village. It is a common thing for the hooligans under the landlord Lao Cai to beat people on the street. They have long been used to such things. Life.

It seems that since ancient times, the life of farmers has been like this. They are oppressed and exploited by landlords and rich people. Every movement of farmers will end in failure under strong suppression. In the end, everyone is numb and numb. Living, as long as they are hungry Just don't die.

When he came to his senses, he was still in a certain corner of the country where the wind and rain were turbulent, the society was in turmoil, 5000 million victims were displaced, taxes were extorted, the people were in dire straits, old and new ideas clashed, and warlords were chaotic.

It was already evening, and the happy rattle sounded:

"After the sun goes down, hold a mass meeting in the surging square!"

Then, in the afterglow of the setting sun, a little soldier in a gray uniform blew the tick-tock of Junhao.

It is the season of late rice harvest, and the waves of golden rice are rippling 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. The women carried their dinner and water to the field, and then carried the heavy rice home. The bamboo poles on their shoulders creaked and sang, and the children ran around surrounded by rice waves. In the fields, the simple windmills in their hands are turning, and people's faces are full of little Ourang.

On the main road, a long team drove over from a distance, and the 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!!"

Their immature voices fluttered in the afterglow of the setting sun, and they ran to follow the Red Army team, unfolding their immature voices:
"To be a soldier means to be a member of the Red Army. I fight for the survival of the workers and peasants"

A member of the Red Guard who was bending over to collect rice in the field straightened up, wiped the sweat off his face, and happily called out to other members: "It's the guard of the headquarters!"

The rice harvesters straightened up one after another, looking at their Red Army team with pride on their faces.

The team drew closer, and the cadres who led the team greeted the old people in the village: "Go to the city and prepare for the meeting!"

The old people of the passing villages took the village representatives, and they all followed, and the children played with the Red Army team. They knew that this was a team to protect them, and an army different from warlords. To the army of the people!
The meeting was held as scheduled, and the village Red Army cadres took turns to speak on stage:

"We want to start a new life, and a happy life is beckoning to us."

"The enemy knows that we are holding a meeting, but so what, the victory belongs to us!"

"Comrades! Long live the Red Army!"

On this land, 400 million people lived happily. Branch factories were set up in arsenals and printing factories, and the scale of industries and handicrafts such as tobacco, sugar refining, weaving, papermaking, and pharmaceuticals continued to expand.

There is a foreign trade bureau in the region to encourage merchants to export and import goods, attracting merchants from all over the place to come here for trade at the risk of imprisonment and beheading regardless of the enemy's strict blockade.

There is a market outside Nanguan, where farmers and vendors set up stalls, and the people and Red Army buyers shuttle through it, and the sound of bargaining is endless.They also opened special stores for the Red Army officers and soldiers and their families to supply daily necessities, and stipulated that 20.00% of the profits of state-owned enterprises and cooperatives should be used to serve the Red Army family members. Once the Red Army family members fell ill or encountered difficulties, they would actively raise donations.The bank notes issued by the regional banks are even more valuable than the bank notes issued by the enemy because of the large amount of gold and silver as reserves.

Under the dense shade of trees and beside the wide paddy fields, schools, hospitals, cooperatives, clubs, and various institutions are scattered and thriving.

Every morning and dusk, the singing of the Red Army officers and soldiers will sound in the sky and the earth:
"To be a soldier is to be a member of the Red Army. I fight for the survival of the workers and peasants."

"Officers and soldiers are close to each other, and no one oppresses people."

"To be a soldier is to be a member of the Red Army, and workers and peasants are making revolution everywhere."

"Those who know how to work have jobs, and those who know how to till the fields have fields to cultivate."

The Red Army firmly believed that Qusu belonged to them, and they were the owners of the land. They carried out a thorough agrarian revolution. Not only did the local poor peasants get their own land, but the Red Army officers and soldiers from other provinces also got the land. The form of public land is cultivated by local farmers for them.

For the first time in their lives, the vast majority of Red Army officers and soldiers have their own land, and because of this, they have a life-and-death relationship with red.It is precisely this way that the Red Army is full of unstoppable enthusiasm for the happy life right now, and why in the battles to defend their homeland, they can charge the enemy's heavy machine guns with knives and sacrifice their lives again and again. die.

Xia Yuan was also on the move. Two days and nights to investigate the landlord's house structure, he found the warehouse where the landlord stored grain and the underground pit where the landlord hoarded money, and found out the number of the landlord's subordinates and the weapons they equipped. He planned to use his eloquence Convincing some people to follow their actions, but the young people in the village think that they are crazy, and they can't even solve their own food and clothing, but they want to fight against the landlords who have guns and people. This is obviously crazy.

"Their thinking is relatively old-fashioned. If you want to truly emancipate your mind, you must let them be the masters of the land!"

Xia Yuan stood in the perspective of God and learned a lesson. He believed that he could build an army belonging to the people.

The Peasant Association Movement in Nanhu did not spread to other areas. The village where he lived was still stuck in the old ways. Only by opening up the world and emancipating the mind, only by emancipating the mind can they be awakened and let them understand that the land does not belong to the landlord, but to the peasants.

Xia Yuan was thinking, and the road the revolutionaries had traveled kept appearing in his mind, and he wanted to avoid going the wrong way as much as possible.

If you go the wrong way, maybe you can be safe and fine, but you will have to sacrifice the blood of countless people who have worked hard with you. This is not allowed to be seen.

After three days of preparation, Xia Yuan determined the correct path and chose a dark and windy night to prepare for it.

As night fell, the bright moonlight covered the village.

A black shadow climbed over the high wall of the landlord's house, sneaked into the landlord's house, skillfully avoided the attention of the night watchman, and sneaked into the courtyard where the landlord's hooligans lived. I have to say that the landlord's house is really rich, and there are two big courtyards , green bricks paved on the ground, and flowers and plants planted in the yard, presenting a completely different life situation from the outside world.

The landlord has more than a dozen servants, equipped with guns and ammunition, and even light machine guns bought from the White Army. Silver dollars and millet are common commodities in this era. You can buy anything you want. Get rid of more than a dozen servants. These servants were bought by the landlord since they were young. They have followed the landlord for half their lives. Girl, she does all kinds of evil, killing them is considered cheap for them.

Naturally, Xia Yuan would not be merciful. He got into the barracks where they were sleeping, held their necks, and twisted them hard. He could clearly hear the cracking sound of bones breaking. The movement disturbed other sleeping people. After being controlled by someone, immediately after a sharp pain, the consciousness of the whole person became drowsy, and he couldn't lift his strength from top to bottom. The brain seemed to lose control of the body, and the breath became less and less, and the breathing gradually solidified.

Hearing the movement, the people sleeping on other beds showed signs of awakening. Xia Yuan immediately sped up his movements. He took the lead in attacking the person who was not awake but had already got up to check the situation. If it was twisted, all the servants in the barracks could not escape death.

Before those servants were about to die, they only saw a skinny black figure, even just over half the height of a person, but the means of killing them were very fierce. They were tall and big, but they didn't even have room to resist in the face of this black figure , only heard the sound of bones breaking, they couldn't connect the black shadow in front of them with the child, and there was only boundless fear in their hearts before they died.

"Little devil!"

This is their dying thought.

Xia Yuan is sixteen or seventeen years old. It is reasonable to say that this age group is when his height skyrockets. However, due to malnutrition, his height is only a little over 1.6 meters. His body is as thin as a slender bamboo pole, but he is so thin There is a huge amount of energy hidden in his body.

After killing the servant, Xia Yuan did not find any guns in the barracks. Guns are strictly controlled by the landlord. Only when they go out, they will issue guns to the servants to protect their property. This group of servants all wore knives, guns and sticks, and the weapons were placed by the landlord in the cellar with his property.

Xia Yuan did not leave a way out for these servants, and took their uniforms for his own use, as his first batch of subordinates. The reason is very simple. These people follow the landlord Lao Cai to run amok in the village and bully men and women. , It is almost impossible for them to live a poor life with themselves, fight with the White Army, or even charge at the risk of death.

And Xia Yuan has already determined that the path he is taking is destined not to rely on military pay to keep people, the reason is also very simple, most of the people attracted by relying on military pay are for the sake of military pay, which breeds a lot of soldiers , only taking money, but not working hard, going to the battlefield only thinking about how to save their lives, once encountering encirclement and suppression, the team will soon be defeated.

Money needs to be alive before it can be spent. What is the use of having money if it is dead?

For these veterans, it doesn't matter who they follow, their purpose is to pay for the army.Once such a system is established, the team will eventually become no longer pure, and even go to the battlefield, and the combat power will not be able to be displayed at all. It is not an easy task to travel such a long distance to Qusu.

Xia Yuan knew this truth. Today, he used force to take them in. In the future, when they encounter battles, they will choose to run away to protect their lives. Once someone runs away, many people will have a herd mentality.

Let me ask, when facing the test of life and death, the comrades around you are not afraid of the enemy one by one, risking their lives, and your brothers fall in front of you one by one, blocking the bullets fired at you with their bodies, how would you choose? .

Let me ask again, when facing a strong enemy, the teammates around you turn around and run away one by one, leaving you alone, how would you choose.

This problem was well explained by my regiment leader and my regiment. The expeditionary force consisted of 10 people. On the road to defeat, there were several scenes of Japanese soldiers chasing a group of expeditionary troops. They really ran. Running crazy, chasing like crazy.

Xia Yuan has learned about history, and knows that it is easy to pull out a team in such a troubled world, but it is very difficult to pull out a team that is brave and good at fighting, and fearless of life and death, let alone cross a large province and go to Qusu To find the main force of the Red Army, what he needs is a brave and capable army.

It has long been a habit for these servants to bully men and women, and it is not an easy task to let them live a hard life with them.

In them, it is difficult to see the light of awakening.

Those who are truly awakened are those children of workers and peasants who hold hoes and sickles, raise their arms high, and support red.

These people have no use value, Xia Yuan naturally won't keep them, keeping them means more mouths to eat.

I found the rope in the room, and after I left, I searched for several other houses, most of which were grocery stores and grain storage warehouses. Bags of grain piled up into mountains. These were obtained by landlords and old riches who exploited farmers. It's not just as simple as killing the landlords and local tyrants. Killing yourself can relieve your hatred, but the hatred of the peasants is still there, and the class conflict has not been resolved. Only by letting the peasants see can it be resolved. Xia Yuan has long been in his heart. With a plan.

The sleeping landlord suddenly sensed someone beside the bed, opened his eyes and was covered in cold sweat, a black shadow stood beside the bed, followed by the other person stretching out his hand like a lightning strike, the pain in his neck made him fall into a coma .