1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

We will not go into detail here about the underlying logic behind the Great Leap Forward, the confusion and recklessness of cadres across the country, and how they were severely cheated by the Soviets, but what it reflects is the impatience within the Communist Party of China.

Why are they impatient?

Because they had personally experienced the tragic history of the Republic of China, and finally had a chance to find a way to free the country, even if the method seemed a little unreliable, they were willing to give it a try;

What if it succeeds?

People today would definitely not do this, because they don't have that sense of urgency and anxiety. They can take it one step at a time and not worry about temporary setbacks.

But for the predecessors at that time, they had no choice, or rather, the fact that they made such a choice had a lot to do with the harm they suffered during the war years.

Just like the common mockery of Henan people on the internet, "I saw no one wanted it, so I took it away," who dares to say that this has nothing to do with the disasters Henan people suffered during the Republican era and the long-standing and tense dispute over land and people?

The massive PTSD suffered by the US military during the Vietnam War can be said to have created a "wasted generation." Similarly, hasn't China's nearly a century of humiliating history also deeply scarred several generations?

The humanoids cannot understand human sacrifice, nor can they understand humans' strange emotions and "concept of winning and losing", but Mark can;

He naturally wants to change the big picture of history, but he also wants to help with the small details if he can.

Because this kind of psychological damage to key leaders further forms a mental vulnerability, its impact on the future cannot be ignored.

After hearing Liu Yunbin's words, Liu Yunting pursed his lips, walked forward, touched his little head, and said softly:

"It's not that Uncle Six doesn't want you, but your father wants to find you."

"I have...a father?"

"Yes, you have a father and a mother. They are still alive. Just follow this lady and you will see them."

"What are their names?" "Don't ask, just follow me." "...I know."

Little Liu Yunbin behaved very sensibly, kneeling down and kowtowed several times on the ground:

"Then I'm leaving, Uncle Liu, take care of yourself." "Okay, wait a moment."

As he spoke, Liu Yunting went to the inner room, said a few words to the people inside, and then took out a deflated rag bundle:

"Ma'am, please help me take this money to him. Although it's not much..." "No."

HK416 waved his hand and pulled out four large yellow croakers from his waist bag.

"This is what he brought to you and Liu Zuoheng. Don't worry, he's doing well, and he hopes you're doing well too."

In fact, Zhao Ziqi didn’t give that much, and the extra part was asked to be supplemented by Mark.

Where does the money come from? Of course it comes from revolutionary finance!

Why does a doll carry money when going out?

There is not much place to spend money. Even if you need it, you can just find a drug dealer or a robber's den and rob it.

Liu Yunting was also a straightforward person, so he accepted it without hesitation. Just as he was about to send the two away, Liu Yunying suddenly rushed in in a panic:

"Sixth Brother! The people from the Sweeping Society are here!"

"Um??"

"...Liu family! Hand over the suspects! Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences of being accused of collaborating with the Communist Party!"

Seeing the burly, ferocious-looking "Cao the Butcher" leading a group of armed thugs in tattered clothes shouting outside the village, Liu Yunting fought back without hesitation:

"Cao Mingzhen! Peng, your mother moved it! Don't think I don't know, this is the period of cooperation between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party! What the hell are you collaborating with the Communists! If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will send a letter to Changsha and fire you, you bastard!"

Cao Mingzhen hadn't expected the news to reach the village, and he immediately jumped up in anger:

"Liu Yunting! Do you want to kill your whole family? You're just a company lieutenant, do you think you know any high-ranking officials in Changsha?"

"Oh, I saved so many lives back then, you know nothing! If I'm happy, I can contact Chairman He!"

While scaring Cao Mingzhen, Liu Yunting gestured behind him, asking HK416 and Liu Yunbin to quickly leave the village in another direction.

But HK416 seemed oblivious to the noise. Instead, he glanced at Liu Zuoheng, who remained expressionless despite his nervousness and muttering about whether he was giving Cao Mingzhen a bribe. He then spoke in the cloud map:

"45, report to the commander, it shouldn't be Liu Zuoheng who is taking the lead, and the white plan?"

After a while, new orders were issued:

Aid God, start!

When will he stop being a jerk?

"...Order received. Tell the commander to quickly build the 5.56mm bullet production line he promised me. I'm tired of using other weapons."

Amidst everyone's astonishment, HK416 removed the cloth bag, took out the automatic rifle that had not been used for a long time, and gently pulled the bolt.

“Bang! !”

From today on, the small village of Tanzichong and even the entire Ningxiang County are destined to be in turmoil.

The villagers looked at the bodies of Cao Mingzhen and others, whose heads were riddled with bullet holes, and vomited profusely, trembling with fear.

Only Liu Yi, who had served in the army and had experienced some hardships, said with discomfort and astonishment:

"Ma'am, hurry up! The main force will be here soon! By then you..."

"Mr. Liu, I killed these people. Do you think you can stay out of this?" "I know. I will take the villagers to hide. You guys should leave quickly!" "Hide? Where? How long?"

HK416 said calmly:

"For now, the only way to protect yourselves is to build your own armed forces."

"Your own...armament?"

"Yes, Mr. Liu, are you interested in re-enlisting?" "Hmm?"

Three days later, the pacification teams from Ningxiang, Yiyang, Anhua, and Xiangxiang, as well as a local security group that had rushed to the scene after hearing the news, were defeated or completely wiped out. Jiang Tiezheng, Liu Yuqing, Jiang Xianjia, and many other "landlords who returned to their hometowns" were killed.

The newly established "Ningyi Anxiang Local Jing'an Army" seized at least 500 long and short guns, a large amount of bullets and supplies, and recruited 300 people from local militia and is currently training them.

"...Remember this: as long as someone has a gun, you are the mayor, no matter who is the mayor."

Following the commander's orders, HK416 carried out the final instructions:

"How to train the army, how to investigate rebellion, how to control people's hearts, I believe you are more familiar with these than I am. If it really doesn't work, seek help from Nanchang, but don't raise that banner for the time being. I won't say anything else."

Liu Yunting, who had just become the "Commander of the Jing'an Army," clenched his fists to encourage himself. Amidst the fearful and envious looks of his subordinates, he nodded and said:

"I understand... But, in Changsha..."

"Don't worry, Changsha will send your appointment letter." "Understood... Then, do you have any other instructions?"

"If I have to say it..."

HK416 looked at the cowering Liu Zuoheng:

"This is a piece of advice from my commander. Be a good person, or at least a good landlord, and you won't lose your head in the future."

After saying that, she patted Liu Yunbin, who had become her little fanboy and had gotten to know her well over the past few days.

"Okay, let's go to Changsha." "Sister, shall we... go... go kill someone?" "No, go save someone."

When that murderous woman appeared before him again, Li Jue, the commander of the 19th Division, was almost frightened to death. After learning the other party's intention, he nodded like pecking rice:

"I understand! I understand! Don't worry! I'll appoint you right away! I'll appoint you right away! I'll allocate the weapons and ammunition! I'll allocate them right away!"

In addition to his duties as the commander of the 19th Division, Li Jue also served as the director of the Security Department of the Hunan Security Command, responsible for the reorganization and command and dispatch of local armed forces in counties across the province.

In other words, that damned "Jing'an Army" was under his control.

HK416 nodded with satisfaction. With that, the mission was accomplished. The commander said that because the CCP didn't have enough power to take over, Hunan could temporarily remain unred, but as long as it remained white, it would be fine.

He Jian was dead, and most of the Hunan Army's middle and senior generals were also dead. Why should such a huge power vacuum be left to the insects of the Republic of China?

Establishing an intermediate organization that is neither red nor white to protect the families of those ancestors would be much more efficient than them rescuing people one by one.

As she spoke, Miss 416 looked towards the inner room again:

"Zhou Lan and Liu Xing are both here with you, right? Could you please take me to the airport again? I have a flight to catch."

Meanwhile, UMP45 was grinning at the unlucky ground staff member at Changsha Xinhe Airport whom she had met for the third time.

"Hey, please fill up my tank... Ah, I want 95... Hey? Don't you understand what 95 means? You scumbag..."

Soon after, the top leaders of the Communist Party of China, who had just finished their meeting, once again came to Nanchang Airport to welcome the "Marx" which had landed again. After learning what had happened in the past few days, they were left stunned.

However, UMP45 didn't care about these things. She drove away the others, called the confused Li Desheng aside, and solemnly handed him a letter wrapped tightly in wax paper.

Looking at the familiar beautiful handwriting on the cover, Li Desheng's voice began to tremble: "This...this is..."

"Well, I went to Bancang, the Yang family mansion."

"Go ahead. You're the only one who has the right to read this letter."

Li Desheng stumbled and climbed into the cabin alone.

Soon, a whimper of relief seemed to be heard in the air.

-—

"Runzhi, even if you die, my tears will wrap around your body..."

"Runzhi, you are lucky to have my love. I really love you very much!"

"You won't abandon me, will you? You must have your reasons for not writing to me."

"I want to kiss you a hundred times..."

375 The Chairman's courage was taken away again

There is still much revolutionary work to be done, and our reunion is short.

The meeting is over, and everything that needs to be done is done. It's time for everyone to return to their respective jobs.

This time, there were two planes taking off from Nanchang Airport, one flew directly to Yulin, and the other went to Huangan first and then transferred to Wuhan.

"Comrade Shiwu, the Red Army in Wuhan has basically evacuated. Is it unsafe for this Comrade Ma... to take his men to Wuhan?"

When saying this, Wu Hao was still guessing about Ma Yiliu's identity and her relationship with Ma Shiwu.

Ma Shiwu and Ma Shiling are definitely sisters, but these two are obviously not, so why do they both have the surname Ma?

Is it the "Ma Family Army", a code name or a pseudonym, or...

"Oh, don't worry. If we put everything else aside, she's much better than me when it comes to rough work like fighting and killing. She's the type who can pin me to the ground and rub me..."

UMP45 smiled and hooked her finger at HK416, who had a blank expression on her face.

"By the way, this girl has a very bad temper. We call her a little monster. You'd better be careful and don't make her angry."

"Well..…."

After hearing what UMP45 said, everyone, including Wu Hao, couldn't help but consciously move a little further away from HK416.

Comrade Ma Shiwu, who could easily pin down and beat up our most powerful warrior, was rubbed to the ground...

The people of the Shireliu Party are indeed monsters.

His voice was still slightly hoarse, but as if a huge stone had been lifted from his heart, Li Desheng, who seemed to be much more cheerful, instinctively sensed that UMP45 was talking nonsense again, and urged with a smile:

"Alright, alright, comrades! Stop chatting and stop sending off! We all have heavy burdens, so stop fussing. If we really want to talk, the revolution is victorious, so let's chat to our heart's content!"

"...See you to the victory of the revolution!"

Amid cheers and confident gazes, the two planes took off into the sky. The four planes sent to support the Hubei-Henan-Anhui base area also took off awkwardly and disappeared from the sight of the people in Nanchang.

The road from Nanchang to Changsha was opened, further cooperation was negotiated with Fujian, the Jiangxi State-owned Salt Company officially opened, and the "Family Rescue Plan" was arranged...

As always, the CCP still has a lot of work to do, but the difference is that the sense of urgency and anxiety of being on the brink of life and death at any time has inexplicably disappeared a lot.

Liu Yunbin, who was flying for the first time, looked around curiously and excitedly. The novice pilots flew nervously, not daring to relax. The experienced Li Desheng was sleeping to replenish his energy. Only the two girls were happily chatting in the cloud map:

"...I will report your slander against me to the commander."

"What do you mean by slander... Do you have a good temper? Aren't you a little monster?"

"..that's another meaning."

"Oh? What do you mean? Tell me about it." "No, the steel plate doesn't deserve to hear it." "...Do you believe I could hit you with a plane?"

"That's Li Desheng behind me, if you can, just hit him."

"...Hehehe... Commander cares about him but I don't..." "Oh really..."

During their daily banter, UMP45's expression suddenly changed, revealing a playful expression:

"I say, 416, do you want to go down and play?" "Hmm?"

The Yangtze River is usually bustling with people, but today there are only a few ships.