"The 230,000,000 taels, even you have to pay five cents - you also have to take out your father's 'bundles' for a few days!"

Daddy's few days of "bunching", what if it is a family of ten? Isn't it my father's "bondage" for a month or two, that is to say, a family of ten has to go without eating, drinking, or wearing for a month or two! On the other hand, if it had not been robbed, wouldn't all families of ten, especially those without food and clothing, have lived a good life for at least a month or two?

This country has to be strong!

Just when he was ten years old, he was touched by the teacher's head, and after Shao Lingwu, who was stimulated by those words, made this great wish, but it was another six years of hard work, and then the Eight-Nation Coalition Army entered Yanjing and burned it wantonly, and forced the Qing court to sign the "Xinchou Treaty", and the so-called "Gengzi Indemnity" demanded was twice as much as the "Treaty of Shimonoseki". Incompetence made this fourteen-year-old young man who was admitted to the Xiucai exam extremely disappointed in the Qing political axe.

It was from then on that he first came into contact with the magazine "Qizhi" when he was studying in the new school, and it was the articles in that magazine that made him question the orthodoxy of the Manchu court for the first time, and by the way, he also understood why Ma Guan had to accompany 200 million 3 and Xin Chou had to pay 450 million yuan.

"Measure the material resources of China, and seek the stability of the world with one family, one surname and one family!"

In the final analysis, it is still the matter of "I am the king of a foreign country and the lord of China", and the first consideration of the colonial political axe of Manchuria is its own dominance and vested interests, rather than the life and death of China, as long as foreign countries recognize the Qing imperial family as the emperor of China, they can agree to whatever conditions they want.

"We are all people who have lost our country! Before the nation is recovered, how can China be strong! ”

Perhaps it is precisely because of this point that Shao Lingwu, a scholar who wanted to work hard and serve the imperial court eight years ago, has become the current "Righteous Warrior of Liberation".

Whether it is the heavy schoolwork in the sports school or the training on Hell Island, every time, when he is almost unable to bear the heavy pressure, Shao Lingwu always encourages himself with the desire to restore the nation in his heart, and every time it is always like this.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Shao Lingwu watched his soldiers running up the mountain one after another carrying dozens of kilograms of equipment, and at this time there was only one person left at the bottom of the mountain, limping with a rifle and running towards the mountain. This scene made him frown, the regimental commander had already mobilized at the officers' meeting in the regiment, and the seventh regiment was the only unit that would go to the northeast battlefield in the name of the "Anti-Russian Volunteer Army".

When the company was resting, Shao Lingwu walked up to a soldier, sweat dripping from the soldier's forehead in the sun, and his brows were slightly furrowed from time to time.

"High Pillars, take your boots off!"

Raising his head, Gao Zhuliang looked at the company commander standing there in surprise, the company commander is different from those harsh non-commissioned officers, if those non-commissioned officers are harsh, these officers leave the impression on Gao Zhuliang and others that they are always strict, but they are benevolent and good.

"Hurry up!"

Looking around at the soldiers around him, Shao Lingwu, who was holding the holster at his waist, added another sentence.

"Everybody take their boots off! All of them! Socks take it off, too! ”

Whether it is a soldier or a non-commissioned officer, although they have some doubts about the commander's orders, the habit of obeying military orders developed on Hell Island makes them immediately untie their boots and take off their military boots.

When taking off his shoes and boots, Gao Zhuliang frowned from time to time, and even grinned when he took off his boots, and when he finally took off his socks, he even took a few breaths of cool air, and the adhesion between the socks and the flesh tore some wounds, and blood flowed out.

Bending down, ignoring Gao Zhuliang's surprise, Shao Lingwu picked up Gao Zhuliang's sweaty foot with both hands, and checked the wound, this injury is a wound worn out by boot leather, there are always some military boots with such and such problems.

"Gao Zhuliang, go to the quartermaster office in the afternoon to get a new pair of boots, pay attention next time, if you still grind your feet, you must put on a new pair of boots as soon as possible, understand?"

Confessed softly, patted his leg Shao Lingwu stood up.

"Everybody is like me and Gao Zhuliang, checking each other's feet!"

Shao Lingwu's voice was not loud, and as he spoke, he took out a new pair of socks from his backpack and handed them to Gao Zhuliang. The eyes of those soldiers who looked at him changed slightly, the army is like this, this little warmth will always make this group of soldiers who have been made almost hard-hearted by cruel training feel a little strange.

The officers are their parents, strict and loving, the non-commissioned officers are their unsmiling brothers, who are harsh but only limited to training, and as for the corps of the Liberation Army, it is a big family, but this family is more strict.

"Sir, I'm ...... Are we really going to leave the island? ”

Looking at the officer who was sitting down with his feet hanging on his feet, he asked with some hesitation, it has been passed on in the regiment for the past few days.

The soldier's question made Shao Lingwu stunned, this decision was not deliberately kept secret, in fact, the platoon commanders of some other companies had already spoken to the soldiers and told them that they would soon be able to leave the island.

Outlying islands! What the outlying islands mean, everyone knows what it means, and it means that they are going to war. There may not be as rigorous training as here, but it always costs people their lives.

"Yes...... Oh, yes! It's time to leave the island! ”

Shao Lingwu nodded, looking at the soldiers around him, their expressions were different, some were indifferent, some were solemn, some were relaxed, and some were sad.

"Sir, when are you leaving?"

Another soldier's question made Shao Lingwu shake his head slightly, and he looked at the soldiers around him.

"When to leave, it depends on when the order is issued, raise soldiers for a thousand days, use soldiers for a while, and the time for us to serve the nation will soon come!"

As he spoke, he stood up.

"I know, some of the brothers don't understand, why do you want to restore the nation, to be honest, I, a little chief, before the age of sixteen, still want to serve the court!"

Shao Lingwu's words caused the soldiers to let out some laughter.

"If an outsider breaks into our house, kills our family with a knife and scares us, and then becomes the master of our family, we become slaves, he occupies our house, kills our relatives, and wants us to be cattle and horses, and after a few decades, we die, and our children and grandchildren regard those outsiders who killed their father and mother as masters, then you will look at your children and grandchildren underground, and regard the person who killed you as the master, what will you think?"

Looking at the soldiers who seemed to be thoughtful, Shao Lingwu continued to speak.

"I'm afraid I'm going to scold, this damn unfilial descendant, I don't want to be a slave, let alone a slave of outsiders, so I want to beat outsiders away and retake my homeland, this is our own home, and if it's bigger, it's our nation, and now our house and land are not being occupied by the Manchurians?"

There is not much preaching, just a simple metaphor there, in fact, in the Whampoa Sports School, they have learned this kind of simple preaching, and everyone has their own set of rhetoric. Then he began to use the Boxer fist of three years ago to destroy the foreigners, comparing the Manchus with the foreigners, and as he spoke, most of the soldiers were pondering there.

“…… It was precisely because I didn't want to be a slave that I entered Whampoa! Do the brothers want to continue to pay for the money for the Manchurians? When they are a slave of the family? ”

Shao Lingwu quietly looked at the soldiers in front of him, in the past Sunday, there would be a play on this island, the play was performed by the soldiers who could sing from among the soldiers, but it was the play when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

"Little by little, cultivate their national outlook!"

Whether it is the officers' lectures, ordinary Chinese studies classes, or Sunday plays, the purpose is only to cultivate their national outlook, so that they can understand who they are and what they should do.

"Sir, I understand what you're saying."

In the past, they may not know what Manchu and Han people are, but now it is very clear that those people owe the blood debt of Han families.

"Yes...... I just want to know, if I ......."

The soldier's face was already red, and he wanted to ask but he was afraid that his brothers around him would laugh at him, but he wanted to ask again, so that when he finally spoke, he stammered.

"What if...... If, I ...... I'm shrouded in horse leather, can I ...... How much pension can you get! ”

When the soldier asked this sentence, the people around him did not laugh at him, the treatment of the Guangfu Army has never been thin, food, clothing, and use are all from the army, and there are ten oceans of military money every month, and the officers also said that even if they die in battle in the future, a pension will be sent to their families.

If they say that when they first came to the island, they may not believe it, but now they do, because their monthly military pay is paid in full to their families, and the letters sent from the family are clearly written, life on the battlefield is determined by heaven, no one knows that they will die that day, and almost everyone wants to know how much this pension will be.

The soldier's question made Shao Lingwu, who was standing there, embarrassed, how much money could he give? He didn't know it himself, and he couldn't help but answer them when he looked at those staring eyes.

"Maybe...... Didn't ......."

"Five hundred dollars!"

Suddenly, a voice came out of their ears, Shao Lingwu looked back, but saw that the person walking towards here was Mr.!

"Hello sir!"

Hundreds of people stood up and saluted at the same time, Chen Moran just nodded, and then took a step forward, he came to the island to discuss with Xiao Xinren and others how to send the seventh regiment to the northeast, and after it was finalized, he walked around the island, and walked here just in time to hear their words.

"Brothers, I can tell you clearly, if that brother dies in battle, each of them will have a pension of five hundred yuan!"

The surprise of the soldiers made Chen Moran's heart darken, he looked at these soldiers, these soldiers are those little people on this stage that is about to be opened, it is these little people who have made history, but how many people remember them?

A pension for the money of a pig. This may be the sadness of the little people, but ...... They are driven for the sake of righteousness, for commands, for ...... In the end, it is their lives that are paid, and they must not be treated badly!

"Chen promised today that he would never treat the soldiers of the Liberation Army badly, if he has recovered the nation, if all the fallen soldiers of the Liberation Army have fathers, wives and children, they can get a monthly allowance of no less than 5 yuan, and their fathers and mothers will be sent to the end and their wives and children will be remarried until they reach adulthood!"

"Division...... Commander ......"

The soldiers looked at the commander in amazement, who was both familiar and unfamiliar to them, and could hardly believe what they had heard, a bereavement pension of five hundred yuan, and a monthly allowance of five yuan...... Is this possible?

The spring rain is falling, and on the trestle of Goji Island, two slightly older freighters lean on both sides of the steel-and-wood trestle, and the slings lift the disassembled boxes of artillery and ammunition onto the cargo ship, and on the deck of the ship, there are wooden dinghys. The two ships are vessels belonging to the industrial company's fleet, which were purchased by Anglo-Mexican Petroleum last year for conversion tankers.

When the soldiers and crew members on the trestle were busy, on the training ground in front of the headquarters of Goji Island, nearly 30,000 people stood on the training ground under the spring rain, and the green square in the center of the square was particularly conspicuous in the black team. The night was still so quiet that the soldiers could hear their own heartbeats.

The regiment commander Lin Yanren stood at the front of the queue, and beside him stood a soldier holding the flag, this was the military flag awarded before, the military flag was simple, just a red blood flag, and the atmosphere on the training ground was extremely solemn at this time.

Standing at the front of the queue and looking at the commander on the stage, Lin Yanren knew that from now on, he was no longer a member of the Liberation Army, but the commander of the "Anti-Russian Volunteer Army".

“…… You are a sharp sword buried in the northeast by the Liberation Army, and the task is to defend the land outside the Chinese Pass in the northeast, and at the right time, you will go straight to the capital......"

The words of the commander at the headquarters a month ago are still ringing in Lin Yanren's ears, and the anti-Russian volunteers must not only gain a foothold in the northeast, but also establish a base in the northeast to prevent the Manchu nobles from escaping and becoming a puppet regime under the auspices of the foreign powers.

There was not much discourse and mobilization, just after a simple speech, Chen Moran stepped off the stage, walked in front of Lin Yanren, and stared at him with his eyes as he shook hands.

"Carry the Han Festival to live and die together!"

The simple advice made Lin Yanren look straight.

"Please rest assured, Yeonin will never live up to the trust of the chief!"

"Salute!"

With a mouthful, the officers and soldiers of the other six regiments of the Liberation Army saluted these officers and soldiers at the same time, and after returning the salute, the officers and soldiers of the first regiment of the anti-Russian volunteer army holding the military flag walked towards the trestle bridge, without delay, without hesitation, just a few hours ago, these comrades-in-arms and fellow villagers were exchanging home addresses with each other, saying goodbye to each other, and now they are just quietly sending them off.

"Here we go!"

"yes!"

"We're about to get started, too!"

Standing on Goji Island, looking at the soldiers who boarded the ship, there was no cheers from the people to see them off, and some were just a kind of solemnity that made people breathless.

"Will there be any risks on the road?"

In order to send these people to the landing place safely, the company even deliberately smuggled some opium to the north, and touched a few relatively safe sea routes through those batches of opium, and even built two wooden trestle bridges on the beach, and the intelligence station of the Second Detective Bureau in the north was responsible for purchasing a batch of mules and horses.

"Let's hope everything goes well!"

Chen Moran shook his head and sighed lightly, and walked in the other direction, where there was a small trestle bridge, and the trestle was leaning on a small boat.

Throughout the day, every time he looked at the soldiers who were solemn because they were about to go to battle, and in the afternoon, he looked at the soldiers who were crying in the barracks after being drunk and kowtowing in the direction of their hometown, and at the last moment, the absolute clarity on their faces, there was always something in the deepest part of his heart that was touched, after this battle, how many of them could live to see the day of the "national recovery"? For that ideal, that desire, but also for the ambition of others. But what do they get?

"There will be brave men under the great reward!"

Sitting on the boat, Chen Moran muttered this sentence, why are there brave men under the heavy reward, are they working for those silver? No, they are so that after their death, their families will not be without food and clothing, which may be the root of the word bravery.

"Thirteen hectares of land allocated by the state to each soldier plus gardens and livestock."

Chen Moran thought that he had seen on the Internet in the past that the king of Babylon in the Code of Hammurabi made a military clause, and in the most barbaric slave society of mankind, it was still necessary to treat soldiers well, because no matter when a soldier finally paid for his life.

Power comes from well-trained, loyal and brave armies!

"Don't treat these people badly!"

Chen Moran repeatedly told himself in his heart that he knew what he needed, and he also understood what those people were paying. Life and money can never be equated, just a kind of comfort.

Chen Moran, who was thinking about it, looked at his appearance reflected in the glass window when he walked by the porthole, which seemed to be righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact?

"You're just a bastard compared to them!"

Talking about the nation, the country, and the ...... But in the final analysis, it's still for himself, saying that he is different from others, but in essence, he is just a selfish and self-interested bastard who is no different from those people.

"I pay money, you give me back my life!"

What a simple exchange! In your opinion, everything is so simple, everything is so taken for granted, you say that you don't want people to be slaves, but what about your heart?

Asked rhetorically, feeling a little lost You Chen Moran walked beside the boat, listening to the sound of the air whistle coming from the other side of the island, and his heart just trembled slightly.

"There's no stopping it!"

(To be continued)