The heavens start from Changjin Lake

Chapter 343
Xia Yuan is the platoon leader and instructor.

"Then let's settle this first. Both the combat team and the cooking squad are an important part of the Red Army. Ordinary soldiers have to eat. If they don't eat, they won't have the strength to fight the enemy, so the cooking squad is also a crucial part. Without a cooking class, the Red Army team is like a train without fuel."

Xia Yuan's words gave great encouragement and comfort to those soldiers who didn't really want to join the cooking class.

As a result, the 43 people were divided into four squads, the fighting squad consisted of 11 people, and the cooking squad consisted of ten people, thus the prototype of a platoon was born.

Xia Yuan called Li Qingming's deputy platoon leader and four squad leaders to him, and said, "At present, we only use more than 20 guns and one flower mechanism. The guns are given priority first, and the subsequent guns of the combat squad will be given priority. I will figure out a way. The Red Army is the people's Our mission is to bring a happy life to the people, we can’t do without guns, and don’t be discouraged, everything is difficult at the beginning.”

Li Qingming solemnly said: "Platoon leader, don't worry, we guys can endure hardships. In the past, the landlords always oppressed us big guys, and the big guys have survived. Don't worry about this difficulty. The big guy said, yes no."

"Yeah, we're not afraid of this difficulty, what we're afraid of is going back to the old days."

"The Red Army is not a team that fears difficulties!"

"Platoon leader, we follow the Red Army because we believe in the Red Army and believe that the Red Army can lead the big guys to live a good life!"

"If you don't have a gun, then I will use a knife to fight the enemy desperately!"

The four of you said one word, and I said one word, and their will was extremely firm. From the moment the Red Army returned the food to their relatives, they had already decided to support the Red Army, love the Red Army, and become a part of the Red Army. Compared with the oppression and exploitation of the landlords, it is nothing.

When Xia Yuan saw this, he stopped talking and gave priority to giving guns to soldiers who knew a little about guns, but they didn't distribute bullets to them. It's not enough to just know guns, but they also need to know guns and how to shoot them. The bullets are only the amount of one ammunition box, and the number is five or six hundred bullets made in Hanyang.

The firearms purchased by the landlord were all old ones with low accuracy. They could be used to frighten the unarmed villagers, but compared with the well-equipped White Army, they were like heaven and earth.

Speaking of which, our army is also miserable. From the beginning of the armed uprising to the period of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, whether it is weapons and equipment or logistical support capabilities, it lags behind the enemy.

Xia Yuan has long been used to the bad days of guns. During tunnel warfare, the guns of the guerrillas were the same as now, and the guns were already very worn out.

The only flower mechanism was given to Sun Dasha. Sun Dasha was a soldier in the first class. Eat, like to eat pork, the rest of the meal at night was wiped out by Sun Dasha alone, he is a material for a machine gunner.

The guns are concentrated and distributed to the soldiers of the first and second squads first, and the guns captured later will be distributed to the soldiers of the third and fourth squads.

"For the position of deputy squad leader, you should organize the soldiers in the squad to vote. You should also pay more attention to internal affairs. From life to thought, you should give encouragement to soldiers with negative attitudes, and don't beat or scold them. Every fighter has enough tolerance and cannot make them feel unfair in the team."

What Xia Yuan is talking about here is how to manage a team well, whether it is a platoon or a squad, the management methods are pretty much the same, but what he focuses on is the ideological work of the soldiers.

In the whole team, ideological work is very important. During the Long March of the Red Army, how firm the will of the soldiers was is beyond the imagination of modern people. Even during the Long March of the Red Army, few Red Army soldiers were seen because Those who choose to leave the team due to difficult conditions show the importance of ideological work.

He said a lot, "As a Red Army cadre, the affairs of the soldiers are the affairs of all of us. In addition to leading soldiers to fight, we also help everyone solve various problems in life and pay attention to the physical and mental health of the soldiers. It is our most important function as cadres!"

Li Qingming and the others had a deeper understanding of the Red Army team. Xia Yuan's words made them excited. All aspects of these words revealed that the Red Army team is a team that truly treats them as human beings, a team that is truly equal. Even the low-level fighters can get the respect they deserve in the Red Army team.

"Let's talk so much first, the big guys go back to digest and digest it carefully, and then think about it carefully. Whether the team is a hard rock or sand that will disperse when you grab it, it depends on the big guys."

There are too many things to talk about, and it is absolutely impossible to explain everything clearly to them in a short while, and they need to slowly digest and ponder.

"Li Qingming, you stay here."

"Platoon leader, what's the matter?" Li Qingming asked with some doubts.

"follow me."

Xia Yuan didn't elaborate, and led him to the backyard, removed a large tank, and used his hands to push away the soil on the ground, revealing a dirty wooden board.

Li Qingming was stunned: "Platoon leader, what is this?"

"The place where the landlord keeps his money." Xia Yuan bent down, stretched out his hands to grab the two sides of the wooden board, and lifted the wooden board vigorously. The soil fell down along the two sides of the wooden board, and a dark cellar appeared in front of the two of them.

Li Qingming asked: "The place where the landlord puts his money, platoon leader, do you mean that the landlord put all his property in this cellar?"

"That's right." While talking, Xia Yuan took out a box of matches from his bosom, slipped one to light a piece of dry cloth, and threw the lighted dry cloth into the cellar. The flame flickered and burned, but it didn't go out in the cellar. After making sure the cellar is safe, he said, "Make two torches and go down to have a look."

"Hey."

Li Qingming went to make torches, Xia Yuan squatted at the cellar entrance, and the image of coming to check on the landlord's house that night came to mind. By chance, he saw the sneaky landlord coming to the backyard, staring cautiously around. After turning around, he moved the big vat away, lifted the wooden boards, and went down with a torch.

When the landlord came up again, he had some silver dollars in his hand, and he could be sure that this cellar was the cellar where the landlord kept his property.

Money can be lost for a short time, but not for a long time. A strong Red Army team is indispensable for various expenses and expenditures, and the nature of the Red Army team is different from other teams. Money is the foundation of survival, and more It is indispensable for the Red Army.

Li Qingming ran over with two torches, "Platoon leader, here you are."

Xia Yuan took it, picked up the match and lit the torch. The flame flickered, and he stepped on the steps and walked down the cellar carefully. The function of the torch was not to provide him with lighting, but to help him check the oxygen content in the cellar. Once the light of the torch is weak, it means that the oxygen content in the cellar is scarce, and they have to climb up immediately.

The cellar was very damp and dark, the flickering fire illuminated the empty cellar, the cellar was not big, only a locked box was placed quietly.

Xia Yuan walked to a box, took out the key he found from the landlord and opened it, a neat box of ocean appeared in front of the two of them, and under the firelight, the silver halo made people dizzy.

Holding the torch, Li Qingming's pupils dilated. This was the first time he had seen such a large amount of silver dollars. A box full of them was wealth collected by the landlord's family for generations. The hard-earned money of the villagers in Nianping Village has become the private wealth of the landlord, and he put it in this dark and damp cellar.

A box full, I can't imagine how many silver dollars there are here, and how many people they killed for these silver dollars.

"Take it out and make detailed statistics. The money belongs to all the villagers in Nianping Village. The landlords exploited them. Except for us keeping a part of the money, the rest will be returned to the big guys."

Facing such a huge wealth, Xia Yuan still maintained his rationality and composure. He knew very well that people's greed is endless. Once greed overcomes reason, then he will be the next landlord.

Li Qingming recovered from the shock, and said in disbelief, "Platoon leader, what are you talking about? The money is going to be distributed to the big guys?"

"Well, we have our own mission. If it is for money, then our mission will become no longer pure. We will even betray our comrades, our comrades-in-arms, and even those who have helped us and trusted us for money. Our parents and folks."

Xia Yuan looked at Li Qingming, and said again: "I'm even more sorry for your parents!"

Li Qingming felt that what the platoon leader said was very meaningful, he looked away from the box of silver dollars, and said: "Platoon leader, don't worry, I will bring them here to find out the amount of silver dollars."

"Ah."

Xia Yuan left slowly, just glanced at it from coming in to leaving, Li Qingming and the others faced various tests and difficulties on the road of the Red Army, and desire was one of them, grasping the guns in their hands, they will have The right to live and kill others, whether to hold a gun to protect them, or hold a gun to satisfy one's own selfish desires and point the gun at them depends on their choice.

Therefore, this is also a test for them.

Li Qingming called the four squad leaders over. When they came to the cellar, opened the box, and saw the shining silver dollars, everyone's eyes were fixed. They couldn't believe that a landlord actually owned a box of silver dollars. The silver dollar made them feel incredible.

One silver dollar is enough for a person to live for a year, and how many people are enough for such a big box.

You must know that one silver dollar at that time could buy more than [-] catties of rice or eight catties of pork locally. How much rice and pork could be bought in such a large box of silver dollars.

Yang Chenglin stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the cold silver dollar, Li Qingming stepped forward and scolded: "Yang Chenglin, what are you doing!"

Yang Chenglin couldn't restrain his excitement and said: "Deputy platoon leader, the money is all from the landlord. The money belongs to our Nianping Village. The landlord has been exploiting us for many years. How can there be only so little food? Silver dollars!"

He looked at the box of silver dollars in front of him and said, "The money here must have been bought by the landlords in exchange for grain, it must be!"

Sun Zhiyong, Hu Xianfeng and Wen Juxin didn't say anything, but they kept staring at Li Qingming. Li Qingming said calmly: "We are no longer ordinary unarmed peasants. We are now a glorious Red Army soldier. Remember the platoon leader Did you tell us? The platoon leader said, our Red Army is a soldier of the people, an army that belongs to the people, and we don’t take a single thread from the masses! The money comes from the masses and must be returned to the masses!”

A pot of cold water was poured on everyone's heads. Yang Chenglin calmed down and said, "Deputy platoon leader, I forgot about this matter. The money was obtained by the landlords from exploiting the peasants, so it should be returned to the peasants."

Li Qingming nodded in satisfaction: "The platoon leader also said that we are destined to encounter various things along the way, and the temptation of money is inevitable, but as long as we have people in our hearts, no temptation can stop us! The will is indestructible!"

Sun Zhiyong said enthusiastically: "The platoon leader is right. If there were no platoon leader, we would still be living under the oppression and exploitation of the landlords. Let alone the money, it would be a matter of whether the rest of us would be able to survive." A problem, not to mention that we have now become a glorious Red Army soldier!"

Although the few people were tempted by the box of Yuan Datou in front of them, they soon came to their senses and encouraged each other. They suddenly discovered that their real wealth was not the silver dollars in front of them that could meet their material needs, but the money given by Xia Yuan. Unlike their spiritual wealth, these spiritual wealth cannot be exchanged for money.

They lifted the box up, and after checking the statistics, there were a total of [-] silver dollars in one box. This was a very huge fortune, so huge that the few people who checked the money felt unbelievable.

Wen Juxin, the leader of the fourth platoon, said angrily: "Four thousand seven hundred silver dollars, damned landlord, how many people are these enough to feed? Many people in our Nianping Village starve to death every year. If these money were given to them, they would not If they starved to death, they could survive, but because of the exploitation of the landlords, they were starved to death alive. I followed my father to bury their bodies. I could hold them lightly with one hand, and the skin was strangled Bones, some people's stomachs are swollen high, my father said, they ate the bark, and they couldn't pull it out and suffocated to death."

Hu Xianfeng clenched his fists hard, and the flames in his eyes almost shot out: "Damn landlord, it is not a pity to die. The landlord took away our food and made us only eat wild vegetables, and sometimes even had to eat trees. If it wasn't for the landlords, how could we starve to death so many people!"

Yang Chenglin nodded and said: "We become a glorious volunteer soldier, and we must fight against the landlord and give the villagers a peaceful life! The platoon leader is right, the people are the real masters of the land, and the landlord is nothing!"

(End of this chapter)