1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Since we are no longer on the same path, isn't it normal to protect our own interests?

But at this moment, he suddenly didn't dare to say these words that he had taken for granted in the past. Guan Xiangying shook his head:

"Having received some benefits from reactionary rulers like Chiang Kai-shek, they think they are rulers themselves. What a foolish dream."

As he spoke, he looked at the soldiers below the stage:

"Comrades, compatriots, do you see this? This is class! This is the nature of the ruling class that oppresses us poor people!"

"Not only do they want to suck our blood, they also want to stop us from speaking and try to justify their bullying and exploitation of us! They also want to put the blame on us."

They said we were criminals who deserved death!"

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These words shocked the soldiers below, and they all showed thoughtful expressions on their faces. Guan Xiangying then continued:

"Since this officer believes this, I know many of you have probably heard similar things—that the landlord class earned their wealth through their own hard work. So let's do some calculations." "For example, a landlord owns 300 mu of paddy fields. That's not a small landlord, right? With 10 people in the family, the annual expenses are..."

Settling accounts is the core of the grievance meeting.

As long as the accounts are settled clearly, all the landlord class's sophistry will become extremely pale.

Okay, you say that your wealth is reasonable, legal, and earned through your own efforts and the accumulation of several generations? Then let's do the math and see if it's right.

What is your family's annual harvest from farming?

How much will the family spend? How much will be left over each year?

How many acres of land can I buy with the remaining money? And how much income can these lands generate in a year?

As long as one understands mathematics, understands the masses, understands the grassroots, and has a straight face, a little calculation will tell you that if a landlord relies solely on farming, he will never become a landlord; at least not in a short period of time.

Then, there are only those methods of plundering and robbery that were extremely common in the Republic of China and even in later generations:

They took advantage of the disaster to lend money at high interest rates, took advantage of farmers' difficulties to mortgage loans, and colluded with government officials to frame farmers and seize their land...

The reason why the rich are rich is that they are always combined with power and violence. They always have countless ways to ensure the steady growth of their wealth. Even if they encounter temporary difficulties, they can rely on their rich foundation to get through it, and then find ways to become rich again through various means.

But what about the poor?

Once a disaster strikes a poor person, it basically means devastating consequences. Not to mention rising again, it is considered lucky if the family is not destroyed.

effort?

Fuck your mother.

Guan Xiangying used simple language to explain these principles to the soldiers in the audience. After a few calculations, he refuted those who intended to speak for the landlords and left them speechless.

How to refute?

They didn't scold you, hit you, or force you. They simply used their accounts to gently penetrate your defenses. Some soldiers who had heard similar sophistry before suddenly understood.

We were deceived in this way!

Afterwards, Guan Xiangying said something like "You must study hard to avoid being deceived by them", and ended this simple version of the "complaint meeting" (there was no time and no need to

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At three o'clock in the morning, someone found He Long and Guan Xiangying who had just laid down.

"Commander He, Political Commissar Guan, I want to join your Communist Party. What procedures do I need to go through?" Emma, ​​it smells so good.

192 I'm not a communist, so what's wrong with killing you?

The next morning, after another "grievance meeting" was held and the seeds of repentance were sown, the Red Third Army announced that it would release all prisoners and send them home.

Although the vast majority of the Nationalist soldiers protested indignantly and insisted on joining the Red Army, the Red Third Army, considering its own carrying capacity, only accepted about 500 of them. As for the others, they not only released them, but also persuaded them with kind words and, as per custom, gave each of them a silver dollar as travel expenses. They even...

"...Commander, what do you think the Communists are thinking? Aren't they afraid we'll give them a blow?"

A released officer looked at his returned weapons and the roughly organized troops around him, and complained to Zhang Zhenhan with confusion and contempt: "These peasants really think that telling a few stories will help them? How stupid! I won't let them get the chance next time!"

Yes, the Red Army not only released most of the prisoners and gave them travel expenses, but also returned many weapons and ammunition to them, allowing them to return in an organized manner. In this way, the 41st Division did not look like a completely annihilated army captured by the Red Army, but rather a unit that had escaped a defeat.

Oh, and by the way, most of the heavy weapons were left behind.

This is understandable.

After all, how could a defeated general not even have to pay a "ransom"? How could a defeated general be fully equipped?

Just think of it as the Red Army buying it off with money! The ransom paid by Division Commander Yue was really a lot! Thinking of this, the officer suggested:

"Master, how about we collect all the silver dollars from everyone and recover some of the losses? It's really a sin to let these peasants make so much money..."

"..."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhenhan, who had been silent since being sent away from the Hunan-Hubei-West Hubei base, was startled. He paused for a few seconds and slowly nodded: "Well, how about this? Order the troops to stop. You call all the officers... second lieutenants and above. Let's discuss what to do."

"yes! "

The officer happily went to call for help. Soon, all the officers were gathered together and informed of the major's idea. Everyone was silent.

Some people were stunned and speechless, thinking that this was too inhumane; some people waited and watched to see what others thought so as to make their own decision;

Some people were thinking about how to take advantage of this opportunity to get more money from the soldiers. After a brief silence, Zhang Zhenhan stamped his foot on the ground and urged:

"Why are you all silent? Tell me, should we take back the soldiers' money? Thousands of dollars is no small sum."

"..."

Hearing the encouraging words from the division commander, several officers immediately expressed their support and were willing to lead their men to rob... no, take the money. Seeing that Zhang Zhenhan didn't say anything else, the other officers also expressed their agreement and even showed their eagerness to try. Only seven or eight officers tactfully advised: "Division commander, officers, the money has been taken by them. If we try to rob... take it back now, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Do they dare to rebel?"

"No... maybe not before yesterday, but after yesterday..."

".."

Some officers, recalling the soldiers' behavior at the two "grievance meetings" and the death of an officer who was castrated for sodomizing and abusing too many soldiers, shuddered and softened their tone: "Then...then send the guards over first! Anyone who dares to rebel will be killed!"

"No, I think we need to stabilize some people first, such as..."

"Then choose..."

As the topic was brought up, the officers began to refine their "anti-rebellion plan" bit by bit, taking every aspect into consideration. They were truly exceptional, highly educated officers of the Nationalist Army.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished talking, Zhang Zhenhan stamped his feet again:

"Now that everyone has reached a consensus, let's discuss another issue, which is how we should explain this matter when we return." "Uh..."

The officers were now in a dilemma. This was undoubtedly a major defeat.

Being captured from top to bottom is a disgrace among all.

If this were to become known, not only would everyone's future be ruined, but they would also likely be thrown into prison for investigation. Remember, none of those present were directly under the command of Generalissimo Chiang Kai-shek...

Therefore, we must find a way to fool this matter;

what?

Will the soldiers talk nonsense?

Who the hell listens to what they say?

Who the hell would believe that? "Master, you mean..."

"We must not let anyone know that our entire army was defeated and that we were captured by the Red Army."

".…."

The officers nodded.

"But we lost so many people and equipment, there must be an explanation." "An explanation?"

"Well, why were we ambushed? Why were we completely wiped out? Why couldn't so many of us defeat so few?"

".."

It's because you underestimated the enemy, advanced rashly, and were attacked at night! The officers grumbled in their hearts, but no one dared to say anything.

But a few smart people suddenly had an idea and shouted:

"It's Huang Baitao! It's all Huang Baitao's fault! If he hadn't come to our rescue, how could we have failed!" The officers also "woke up" and hurriedly followed:

"Yes, yes, yes! They're all Huang Baitao!"

"That's right! If the 144th Brigade had come to our rescue in time, we wouldn't have been in any trouble at all!" "That's right! It's all because of this bastard! I think he did it on purpose!"

"Oh, I remember now! Last time when we were drinking, he said he wanted to climb up!" "So he wanted us to die on purpose..."

"..."

For a moment, the officers gnashed their teeth and cursed Huang Baitao, who had abandoned them, as the most despicable and shameless dog in the world.

In terms of motivation, Huang Baitao is indeed highly suspicious - as long as his colleagues and division commanders are dead or captured, he is the natural division commander! At least the probability of him becoming the commander of the 41st Division will be much greater.

What the officers didn't know was that historically, after Huang Baitao abandoned Zhang Zhenhan and fled, leading to his capture, he himself was indeed quickly replaced as division commander; how to put it...

At least it cannot be said that there is no suspicion at all.

But no matter what Huang Baitao's motives were for not coming to the rescue and even sending a telegram that was barely more than a mockery, at this point, all the officers were convinced: this bastard was the culprit for their disgrace!

Son of a bitch!

Must die!

"Okay! Since everyone thinks so, then you all know what to say when we get back, right?"

Everyone nodded again.

But as if he was worried, Commander Zhang quickly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "To prevent anyone from selling out their friends for personal gain, please sign this paper!" "Sign?"

Everyone came over to take a look and immediately understood.

Once this document is signed, everyone is on the same page. Anyone who dares to disobey the commander's wishes will be dealt with by everyone. Tsk tsk... After this incident, the commander isn't as "dictatorial" as before!

There is nothing to hesitate about. We are all just ants on the same rope.

So, everyone signed the document and said a few more words. Just as they were about to leave to discipline their soldiers and "collect the money", Zhang Zhenhan asked: "Let me ask you one last time, do we really have to collect all the soldiers' money?"

"Uh...Master?"

"I thought about it and felt that doing this would be against the will of Heaven..."

The commander has indeed become weak.

What are you hesitating about?

Some officers were full of contempt in their hearts, but they replied:

"Master, this isn't against the will of Heaven. Those bastards shouldn't have taken the money in the first place. We're helping them take it so they don't feel they can't handle this blessing!"

Zhang Zhenhan closed his eyes, as if thinking, and then opened his eyes:

"Then let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree, raise your hands!"

"..."

After a few seconds, most of the officers raised their hands, but only a few officers hesitated, as if they wanted to raise their hands but didn't dare to.

Finally, Zhang Zhenhan took a closer look and found that those who did not raise their hands or hesitated were basically officers with ordinary family backgrounds and were currently only low-ranking lieutenants, with the exception of one major. "...Sure enough, class..."

Zhang Zhenhan sighed softly, and just as everyone was confused, he shouted angrily: "Guards!!"

Zhang Zhenhan's personal guards, who were benevolent and supported by him with a large sum of money and obeyed only him, rushed into the tent fully armed. Before the officers could relax their shock, they saw Zhang Zhenhan politely shout to several unfamiliar faces in the guards: "Comrades, you can arrest all those who raised their hands just now."

Why?

The unfamiliar faces were visibly stunned, but the former guards reacted quickly, disarming the officers and cornering them. Seeing this, hearing Commander Zhang call them "comrades," and considering the other party's series of strange behaviors, the officers suddenly understood. Not good!

The division commander has already defected to the Communist Party! Not good!

We are going to be treated as "a token of surrender"!!

Seeing Zhang Zhenhan pick up a submachine gun and look at them fiercely, someone suddenly shouted: "Commander! The Communist Party treats prisoners well!"

"I'm not a communist! What's wrong with killing you?" "Da da da da da da!!!!"

193 Kill that damn Huang Baitao!

The soldiers of the 41st Division Headquarters and the two brigades heard the fierce gunfire coming from the direction of the headquarters, but soon calmed down.

Everyone, who were already uneasy, suddenly became panic-stricken.

But not long after, several familiar officers, members of Division Commander Zhang's guard, and several people they had never seen before but who looked vaguely familiar came out to comfort them.

Oh, no one died, no one was in danger, just a small accident happened, some criminal acts were done, some people were accidentally written into the death register, and lived a life of despair.