Cracks in the territory, politics, economy, military, and people's livelihood crisscross the land, the future of the country is bleak and uncertain, the warlords fight endlessly, the political rule is unprecedentedly fragile, and all kinds of new ideas and old habits collide to deform the world.

In 1934, it was a year of storms and storms, with raging floods, droughts sharply reducing grain production in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and wars displacing hundreds of people.

The peasants' lives are miserable, the landlords are unreasonable, and the people are living in a chaotic world.

The events of this period flashed in my mind, and it was in my memory.

After Xia Yuan was beaten by the hooligans, he sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes glazed.

After the hooligan ruffian left, the villagers gathered around, looked at Xia Yuan, who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, a teenage child was beaten stupidly, they secretly scolded the hooligan ruffian led by the landlord, but no one dared to stand up and resist, as if they had been accustomed to the oppression from the landlord for decades.

As everyone knows, after Xia Yuan was beaten, he suddenly woke up, and he thought of the knowledge he had learned in textbooks before, which was a rich wealth.

There were a lot of thoughts in his head, and these thoughts were mottled and messy, but what he wanted to do was to take the essence of it and get rid of it.

"Awaken, awakened."

Xia Yuan muttered again and again, thinking that every time China lives and dies, there will always be such a group of people who sacrifice their lives and sacrifice for the construction of a beautiful China, and he strengthened his inner thoughts.

Even if such a world is a copy world, but so what, what is presented in front of him is a bloody, cannibalistic world.

The landlords squeezed and exploited the peasants, and the warlords continued to exploit the peasants.

The lives are miserable, and the people are struggling to make a living.

I can't continue to mess around like this, I have to do something on my own.

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

The relieved villagers shook their heads and went on to work, such things often happened in the village, and it was common for the ruffians under the landlord Lao Cai to beat people on the streets, and they had long been accustomed to this kind of life.

It seems that since ancient times, the life of the peasants has been like this, they have been oppressed and exploited by the landlords and old money, and every peasant movement will end in defeat under powerful suppression, and in the end, everyone will be numb and live numbly, as long as they do not starve to death.

When he came to his senses, he was still in such a corner of the country where the storm was lost, the society was in turmoil, the displacement of 50 million victims, the excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, the people's livelihood was poor, the old and new ideas were rubbing, and the warlords were in chaos.

It was already evening, and the happy voice sounded:

"After the sun sets, hold a mass meeting in The Paper!"

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

It is the season of late rice harvest, and the golden waves of rice ripple with the evening breeze, rippling all the way to the foot of the mountain on this land. The Red Guards began to help the families with the harvest, the women carried their supper and water into the fields, and then carried the heavy rice home, the bamboo squeaks and sings on their shoulders, and the children run on the rice waves, the simple windmills in their hands turning, and the faces of the people are full of small Ourang.

On the main road, a long line drove from afar, 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!! ”

Childish voices fluttered in the afterglow of the setting sun, and they ran over to follow the ranks of the Red Army, spreading their childish voices:

"To be a soldier is to be a Red Army, and I fight for the survival of the workers and peasants"

A member of the Red Guards, who was bending down to harvest rice in the field, straightened up, wiped the sweat from his face, and happily called out to the other team members: "It's the headquarters guard division!" ”

The members of the rice harvesting team straightened their waists one after another, looking at the Red Army contingent that belonged to them, and their faces were full of pride.

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

The old men of the passing villages followed with the village representatives, and the children frolicked around the ranks of the Red Army, knowing that this was a team that protected them, an army different from the warlords, that they belonged to the people in the truest sense of the word!

The conference was held as scheduled, and the village Red Army cadres took turns to speak:

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

"The enemy knows we're having a convention, but so what, the victory is ours!"

"Comrades! Long live the Red Army! ”

In this land, four million people lived happily, branches were set up in arsenals and printing factories, and the scale of tobacco, sugar, weaving, paper, pharmaceuticals and other industries and handicrafts continued to expand.

There was a foreign trade bureau in the region, which encouraged merchants to export and import goods, attracting traders from all over the country to come here to trade despite the strict blockade of the enemy, and willing to risk imprisonment and beheading.

There is a market outside Nanguan, where farmers and traders set up stalls, and the common people and Red Army buyers shuttle through it, and the sound of bargaining is endless. They also set up special shops for the supply of daily necessities for the officers and men of the Red Army and their families, and stipulated that 20 percent of the profits of state-owned enterprises and cooperatives should be used to serve the families of the Red Army, who would be actively solicited donations if they fell ill or encountered difficulties. Banknotes issued by regional banks, which, due to the large amount of gold and silver used as reserves, were worth even more than those issued by the enemy.

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 songs of the Red Army officers and soldiers will sound in the heavens and the earth:

"To be a soldier is to be a Red Army, and I fight for the survival of the workers and peasants."

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

"To be a soldier is to be a Red Army, and everywhere the workers and peasants make a revolution."

"Those who can work have a job, and those who can plow the field have a field."

The Red Army was convinced that the district was their land, that they were the masters of the land, and they carried out a thorough agrarian revolution, in which not only the poor peasants of the region were given their own land, but also the Red officers and soldiers from other provinces were given land, which was cultivated for them by the local peasants in the form of public land.

For the first time in their lives, the vast majority of the Red officers and soldiers had their own land, and because of this, they developed a life-and-death affection for the Red. It is precisely in this way that the Red Army is full of irrepressible enthusiasm for the present happy life, and why in the wars to defend their homeland, they are able to charge the enemy's heavy machine gun with their swords, and forget to die again and again.

Xia Yuan was also in action, two days and nights to explore the structure of the landlord's house, found the landlord's warehouse where the grain was stored and the underground pit where the money was hoarded, and found out the number of the landlord's men and the weapons he was equipped with, he planned to use his eloquence to persuade some people to follow his actions, but the young people in the village thought that they were a madman, and they couldn't even solve their own food and clothing, but they wanted to confront the landlord who had guns and people, which was obviously crazy.

"Their thinking is more old-fashioned, and if they want to truly emancipate their minds, they must be the masters of the land once!"

Xia Yuan stood in God's perspective and learned a lesson, he believed that he could build an army that belonged to the people.

The peasant union movement in Nanhu did not spread to other regions, and his countryside was still conformist, and only by opening up the world and emancipating the mind, only by emancipating the mind, could they awaken and make them understand that the land did not belong to the landlords, but to the peasants.

Xia Yuan was thinking, and the path that the revolutionaries had walked kept coming to mind kept coming up, and he wanted to avoid going the wrong way as much as possible.

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

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

As night fell, the 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 hooligan ruffian lived.

The landlord has more than a dozen servants, equipped with guns and ammunition, and even light machine guns purchased from the White Army, silver dollars and millet are the hard goods of this era, you can buy anything you want to buy, he has to solve more than a dozen servants first, these servants have been bought by the landlord since childhood, and have followed the landlord for half his life, and he has done a lot of bad things with the landlord, and he has relied on the landlord and the gun in his hand, bullying men and women, doing all kinds of evil, and killing them is cheap.

Xia Yuan naturally did not have a soft heart, got into their sleeping barracks, pressed his neck, twisted hard, he could clearly hear the click of broken bones, the movement alarmed the sleeping others, when he was confused, he felt that his neck was controlled, followed by a sharp pain, the whole person's consciousness became dizzy, and he couldn't lift his strength up and down, his brain seemed to have lost control of his body, and his breath became less and less, and his breathing gradually solidified.

Hearing the movement, the people sleeping on the other beds all showed signs of waking up, Xia Yuan immediately accelerated his movements, and took the lead in the people who were not awake, but had already gotten up to check the situation, grabbed his neck with his big hand, and twisted it off with a slight force, and the servants in the entire barracks could not escape death.

Before those servants died, they only saw a thin black shadow, even just over half a person tall, but the means of killing were very fierce, they were tall and big, but in the face of this black shadow there was no room to resist, only heard the sound of broken bones, they could not connect the black shadow in front of them with the child, and there was only boundless fear in their hearts before they died.

"Imp!"

This was their thought before they died.

Xia Yuan is sixteen or seventeen years old, it stands to reason that this age is when his height rises by leaps and bounds, but because of malnutrition, he is only one meter tall and in his early sixties, and his body is as thin as a slender bamboo pole, but there is a huge amount of energy hidden in such a thin body.

After killing the servants, Xia Yuan did not find guns in the barracks, the guns were strictly controlled by the landlord, only when they went out, they would issue guns to the servants to protect the safety of their property, on weekdays, this group of servants wore knives, guns and clubs, and the weapons were put in the cellar by the landlord, and his property was put together.

Xia Yuan did not leave a way for these servants to live, and subdued them for his own use, as his first batch of subordinates, the reason is very simple, these people are used to following the landlord Lao Cai to run rampant in the village, bullying men and women, which is almost impossible for them to follow them to live a poor life, and to fight with the white army, or even to sacrifice their lives and forget their lives.

And Xia Yuan has determined that the road he is going to take is not destined to be the road that relies on military salaries to retain people, the reason is also very simple, the vast majority of people attracted by relying on military salaries are for mixed military salaries, which breeds a lot of soldiers, only take money, but do not work hard, and only think about how to save their lives when they go to the battlefield, once they encounter encirclement and suppression, the team will soon be defeated.

Money needs to have a life to spend it, and what is the use of having money if you don't have a life.

For these veteran oilers, it doesn't matter who they follow, their purpose is for military pay. Once such a system is opened, in the end, the team will no longer be pure, and even go to the battlefield, and the combat effectiveness will not be able to be brought into play at all, and it is not easy to travel to Ousu through such a long distance.

Xia Yuan knows this truth, today he used force to collect them, when he encounters a battle in the future, they will choose to flee in order to protect their lives, once someone escapes, 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, forgetting to die, and your brothers fall in front of you one by one, blocking the bullets fired at you with their bodies, how will you choose?

Let's ask again, when facing a strong enemy, your teammates around you turn their heads and run away one by one, leaving you alone, how will you choose.

This problem is well explained in my regiment commander and my regiment, the expeditionary force of 100,000 people, on the way to the rout, there have been many scenes of several Japanese soldiers chasing a group of expeditionary troops, and it is really crazy to run, and to chase crazy.

Xia Yuan has known history and knows that it is easy to pull out a team in such troubled times, but it is very difficult to pull out a team that is brave and good at fighting and is not afraid of life and death, let alone crossing a large province and going to the district Soviet Union to find the main force of the Red Army, what he needs is a brave and good fighting army.

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

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

The real awakening was the children of the workers and peasants who held their hoes and sickles, raised their arms, and embraced the color red.

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

Find the rope in the room, after leaving, I searched several other rooms, mostly grocery rooms and grain storage warehouses, bags of grain piled up into mountains, these are all obtained by the landlord's old wealth exploitation of the peasants, fighting the landlord and the tyrant, it is not just as simple as killing the landlord and the tyrant, killing himself can relieve the hatred on his body, but the hatred of the peasants is still there, the class contradiction has not been resolved, and it can only be solved by letting the peasants see it, Xia Yuan already has a plan in his heart.

The sleeping landlord suddenly felt that there was someone next to the bed, opened his eyes and was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, a black shadow stood by the bed, followed by the other party's hand like lightning, the neck position hurt, and the whole person fell unconscious.