The management of society by the 'revolutionary army' was quasi-militarized, with a large-scale census, an identity card system, and the sale of cheap grain and salt, all of which combined to form a strict social management system.

Zhou Qingfeng and other traversers can hand over intelligence, public security and other work to the natives of this era, but they are all personally responsible for these basic policies. Anyone who dares to disobey must be severely punished - this is related to whether Uncle Zhou's position under his ass can sit firmly, and he must not be careless.

In the past year, although the social reform of the 'revolutionary army' has brought a lot of trouble, it has still benefited the common people. But when the time came for large-scale mobilization, government civil servants with straight faces came to the door with rosters and armed soldiers, but they asked the families of ordinary people to go into battle to kill the enemy.

"You can not go, but all the benefits you have enjoyed in the past will be taken away. Your home, your property, your loved ones, everything about you is no longer protected by the government. You will no longer be seen by us as a member of the people. Now is the time to decide, do you answer the call and stand up bravely, or will you be a coward who loses everything? ”

The civil servants who came to the door did not have much to say, they themselves were reserve officers, and the mobilized strong men were often their subordinates, and their daily training was also carried out by them. When they hear the order to be called, most of the militia members will be stunned, and their children, parents, and wives will panic on the spot.

The obedient, the weeping, the begging, and the money-stuffing, the first to be mobilized in Tianjin, was soon lit up with thousands of lights. The extreme ones are reluctant to be drafted, even if they repeatedly explain the consequences, and there are those who are afraid to go into battle and retreat. But most of the militia members chose to obey.

"Mobilizers don't need to bring any luggage, the troops will arrange it for you."

"Say goodbye to your family, although it may not necessarily make you go to war, but there is still a possibility of sacrifice."

"For those who are not willing to serve the country, get out of the house allocated by the government immediately. You will lose everything. ”

Names on the roster were shouted loudly, and the streets became crowded. One by one, the militia cadres at the company and platoon level counted the number of people, and after the count was completed, they shouted a few orders to 'stand up and take a break,' and immediately took the personnel away and prepared to rush to the battlefield.

There was a cry in the city, fathers and mothers crying for their children, wives crying for their husbands, and children crying for their fathers. There are also brave militiamen who are leaving in formation, shouting with tears in their eyes, 'Go back, don't cry, Lao Tzu is here to earn a future for you.'" We're not going to lose. Even if Lao Tzu dies, you can live well for the rest of your life. ’

A month ago, during the attack on the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the 'revolutionary army' also carried out a mobilization, and 50,000 militiamen and 100,000 migrant workers were pulled to the front. But fighting the Ming army and fighting Jiannu are completely different things. The common people knew that the Ming army was sparsely armed, and they would surrender without fighting, and they were willing to go into battle. But this Jiannu is very vicious, and he can really kill. How miserable the Han people in Liaodong were, the newspapers repeatedly reported.

Sang Quanlai studied at Golden State University for a year, and then trained in the blessed land of the cave to obtain a junior high school degree. He thought he could be an official in the government, but the sudden war made him a militia platoon commander. He was also suddenly urgently assembled at night, and he pinched a roster in his hand to recruit his subordinates.

While others were recruited in the city, Sang Quanlai was assigned to the collective farms outside Tianjin. When he knocked on the door of each house, he said the long list of conscription oaths with a straight face, and saw faces with different expressions.

Most of them were surprised, some were silent, some wept, those who pleaded, those who pretended to be sick, and even those who found excuses to delay time and then escaped over the wall. The militia platoon has a large establishment, and Sang Quanlai's roster lists more than 70 names. Most of them obediently followed him, and only a few of the two or three refused to be drafted. None of these few will have good fruit to eat.

The militia in the formation will be trained once a week, and their tactical quality is certainly not as good as that of the regular army, but their psychological quality is not too bad. When many people heard that they were going to fight Jiannu, although they were helpless, they also kowtowed to their parents a few times, wiped their tears with their sleeves, and followed the team.

The same is true for Sang Quanlai, when he learned that he was selected to support the front line, he was also confused. But he can't help it, his father, mother, brother, and sister are all living in the 'revolutionary army' system, and if he doesn't go, he will drag down his family. This is something that would rather die in battle than accept.

When the team was assembled, the heavy pressure made everyone feel uncomfortable. Sang Quanlai's own face was also gloomy, and after he designated the deputy platoon commander and several squad leaders and squad deputies, he shouted to the whole platoon: "Be mental, if you want to survive, you have to have some ambition." Give me a song to refresh me, 'Let's ......, soldiers.'" Ready, up! ”

In the first sentence, only Sang Quanlai sang it alone; In the second sentence, there are only three or five of them; By the time the third verse begins, the singing gradually gets louder; When he sang 'Since I left my hometown, it's hard to see my father and mother', the whole platoon began to shout at the scene. The roar vibrated and woke up the other companies that had been drafted to join the chorus.

The people gathered, and the four-wheeled carriages pulled the singing procession away, and their singing echoed everywhere in the night. Outside the city, lanterns were lit in the farms, and hundreds of people were sending their children away.

Hearing this song, no one was left in tears, and no one was moved by it. Some people rushed home to hurriedly boil some eggs, steam a pot of hot buns, and then hurriedly stuffed them into the wagons transporting troops. They knew that they were not sending away their own children, but they still handed the food and drink to the soldiers regardless of their work.

Sang Quanlai sat at the back of a carriage, and when he passed a Zhuangzi, many people brought them things with tears in their eyes. An old mother did not know him, but she shoved two pancakes into his hand and cried out, "Son, you must come back." My mother is waiting for you to come back and marry you a daughter-in-law. ”

Sang Quanlai choked up in his throat when he heard this, and his heart was panicked. He was only seventeen years old after the Chinese New Year, the youngest of the five brothers in the family, and he was loved from birth. But now that he was about to go to the battlefield alone with dozens of subordinates, thinking that his mother must be worried, he couldn't help but shout to the old mother holding his hand outside the car: "Mother, I will definitely come back, you wait for me to come back." ”

The mother and son, who didn't know each other, held hands and shouted for a while before parting. Sang Quanlai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and remembered that he was a platoon commander anyway, and he couldn't be too weak. But when he looked up at the carriage, no one in the platoon looked down on him, and they just cried together.

There is a training center for recruits of the National Defense Forces in Tianjin, and all the militia who have been conscripted are sent to the center to receive uniforms and equipment. Compared to the well-equipped regular army, the militia's weapons lagged two or three notches behind. There were no cavalry, there were few artillery, the vast majority were infantry, and the weapons were simplified flintlock muskets - no rifling, and no accurate but expensive mini rounds.

Sang Quanlai had to be glad that his troops did not receive arquebuses. That thing is cheaper, cumbersome to operate, requires a lot of training, and is not suitable for the militia. In addition, the militia units received a lot of defensive grenades, did not pull the fuse, and went directly to the fuse. This thing is powerful, has a lot of charges, and the disadvantage is that it is bulky.

The assembled militia will be grouped in the boot camp for about a day, and the next day they will board a ship and head to the Liaoning West Corridor. A large number of commercial and naval vessels were brought in to transport these militias to the battlefield and to supplement the regular army's under-manned defenses.

Some of the militia members who were mobilized were fortunate enough to be placed behind the passes and fixed defensive lines, and during the entire war they just received a high-intensity combat training and then returned home safely. However, a small number of militiamen were sent to the fiercest areas of the fighting, responsible for intercepting the most ferocious enemies until the last drop of blood was shed.

Sang Quanlai finally finished organizing his platoon and stayed in the training center at night. He stared in the darkness, not knowing where he was going to go. While he was worried about his fate, his parents, who were far away in the Golden State, were also facing great fear. There are five boys in the Sang family, the eldest Sang Wenlai has become a brigade commander, and there are three brothers who are engaged in technology in the machinery factory......

Only the fifth child is in Tianjin.

"Do you think our son will be sent to war?" The old lady of the Sang family pulled the head of the family, Sang Youshen, "There is already a soldier in our family." Don't you have an old relationship with the handsome? You go and plead for him to be exempted from military service, right? I want him to be there for me right now. Looking at him, I was relieved. ”

The Golden State is also calling up militia reserves, and large numbers of young people are leaving their homes and gathering into the army. The movement in the middle of the night was so great that Sang Youshen's family was alarmed - but the 'revolutionary army' ordered mobilization, but it would never mobilize its own valuable technicians as family backgrounds to fight. The Sang family is not worried about Sang Wenlai, who is the brigade commander, but is worried about the youngest son Sang Quanlai.

Although it was dark, the streets were full of people and torches were shining.

Almost every family has children who join the army to fight, and this scene frightened the old lady of the Sang family. She stood at the door of her house and pushed Sang Youshen vigorously, "You dead old man, what can you say?" You are also a meritorious person, and you are cheeky to ask for it, can't you? ”

Sang Youshen was also stupid when he stood at the door of his house. was pushed a few times by his wife, and he burst out and shouted, "What can I ask for?" If my son is sent to fight in Tianjin, what can I ask for in Jinzhou? Didn't you listen to the conscripts? This is a national war, a national war! If we lose, it's not our family that's going to be finished. ”

shouted a few times, Sang Youshen's eyes also became moist, "Our family has never suffered hardship, and he is not in front of us, so I don't know what to do as a father?" Alas....... He sighed, straightened his clothes, and left home. His wife shouted from behind, "Dead old man, where are you going?" ”

"Where can I go?" Sang Youshen stomped his feet and shouted in a hoarse voice: "I'll go to the factory, I'll go find some work." Since it is a national war, we also have to make a contribution, so we should contribute to our children. I also hope that he will come back safely. ”

The place where Sang Youshen lived was the family area of the factory, and most of the workers living nearby were workers in the industrial system of the 'revolutionary army'. Waiting for the conscription team to leave, a large number of workers and technicians also left their homes and went to the factories - since it was a national war, everyone had to contribute.