Chapter 150 Opening

"That twenty-three million taels, even you have to pay five cents - you also have to take out your father's 'shu' for a few days!"

Dad's "shu" for a few days, what if there is a family of ten? Isn't it Dad's "shu" for a month or two? That is to say, a family of ten has to eat or drink or wear for a month or two! On the other hand, if they are not robbed, won't all the families of ten, especially those who can't have enough food and clothing, live at least a month or two?

This country must be strong!

After Shao Lingwu, who was touched his head by the teacher at the age of ten and said the exciting words, made this great wish, but after another six years, the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Yanjing and burned and killed, and forced the Qing court to conclude the Treaty of Xinchou, claiming the so-called "Gengzi Compensation", which was twice as much as the Treaty of Maguan. Duoduo, those foreign devils occupy my land unreasonably, killing our people, and ask our country to pay for "compensation" after the great disaster. This kind of robbery stimulates the patriotism in Shao Lingwu's heart, and the incompetence of the Qingzheng axe's [[***] incompetence makes this 14-year-old scholar in the examination extremely disappointed with the Qingzheng axe. To.

Since then, the first time he came into contact with Qizhi magazine after reading in the new school, and it was also the article in the magazine that made him question the orthodoxy of the Qing court for the first time. By the way, it was also clear why Ma Guan had to accompany 230 million yuan and Xin Chou had to lose ken ken ken.

"Wearize the material resources of China and seek the stability of a family!"

In the final analysis, it is still the "I am the king of a foreign country and the master of China's affairs". For the colonial political axe in Manchuria, the first consideration is its own dominance and vested interests, not the survival and death of China. As long as the foreign country recognizes the Qing royal family as the emperor of China, no matter what conditions they want, they can agree.

"We are all people who have lost the country! If the ethnic line has not been restored, how can China be strong!"

Perhaps it was because he saw through this point that made Shao Lingwu, a scholar who wanted to work hard and serve the court eight years ago, become the current "restored righteous man". He advanced to Huangpu Sports School in a year, and was like a fish into the sea. Everything here is exactly what he pursued.

Whether it is the heavy schoolwork of physical education school or the training on Hell Island, every time, almost unable to bear that kind of pressure, Shao Lingwu always encourages himself with the will of the restoration of the nation in his heart, and it is always like this every time.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Shao Lingwu watched his soldiers running up the mountain one by one with dozens of kilograms of equipment on their back. At this time, only one person at the foot of the mountain was left limping with a rifle and running towards the mountain. This scene made him frown. The head of the regiment at the officer's meeting had been mobilized, and the seventh regiment was the only force that would go to the Northeast battlefield in the name of the "anti-Russian Volunteer Army".

When the company was resting, Shao Lingwu walked to a soldier. The soldier's forehead was dripping sweat in the sun, and his eyebrows were sometimes wrinkled.

"High beam, take off your boots!"

Liang Zhuliang raised his head and looked at the company commander standing there in surprise. The company commander was different from those harsh non-commissioned officers. If they were the harsh black evils among the non-commissioned officers, these officers left the impression on Gao Zhuliang and others that they were always strict, but kind-willful good people.

"Hurry up!"

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

"Everyone take off their boots! Everyone! Take off your socks!"

Whether it is a soldier or a non-commissioned officer, although they are a little confused about the officer's order, the habit of obeying the military order on Hell Island made them immediately start to untie their boots and take off their military boots.

When taking off the shoes and boots, the high column beam frowned from time to time, and even grinned when taking off the boots. When he finally took off the socks, he even took a few mouthfuls of cold breaths. The adhesion between the socks and the skin and flesh, tore the skin and blood flowed out of some wounds.

He bent down and ignored the surprise of the high column beam. Shao Lingwu picked up the sweaty foot of the high column beam with both hands and checked the wound. This wound was a wound from the boot leather, and there were always some military boots with such and such problems.

"High column beam, go to the quartermaster's office in the afternoon to get a new pair of boots. Pay attention next time. If you still grind your feet, you must change into a new pair as soon as possible, understand?"

whispered, patted his leg, Shao Lingwu stood up.

"Everyone, like me and Gao Zhuliang, check each other's feet!"

Shao Lingwu's voice was not loud. When he spoke, he took out a new pair of socks from his backpack and handed them to the high beam. At this time, the soldiers looked at him with a little change in their eyes. The army was like this. This warmth would always make this group of soldiers who were almost hard-hearted by cruel training feel strange.

Officers are their parents, strict and not lack of love. Non-commissioned officers are their unsmiling brothers. They are harsh but only limited to training. As for the Legion of the Restoration Army, it is a big family, but this family is more strict.

"S sir, I... Are we really going to leave the island?"

Looking at the officer sitting down, he hesitated to ask, which has been spreading like this in the regiment for the past few days.

Shao Lingwu was stunned by the soldier's problem. This decision was not deliberately kept secret. In fact, the platoon commanders of some other companies had already breathed with the soldiers and told them that they would leave the island soon.

outlying islands! What does the outlying island mean? Everyone knows what it means. It means that they have to go to the battlefield. There may not be the rigorous training here, but it always requires people to pay the price of their lives.

"Yes...Yes! I'm leaving the island!"

Shao Lingwu nodded and looked at the soldiers around him. Their expressions were different. Some were plain, some looked solemn, some were relaxed, and some were sad.

"Hur, when are you leaving!"

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

"When to leave depends on when the order is issued. Raise thousands of soldiers. After using troops for a while, the time will soon come for us to serve the nation!"

He stood up as he spoke.

"I know that some of my brothers can't understand why they want to restore the nation. To be honest, I, a young officer, wanted to serve the court before I was 16 years old!"

Shao Lingwu's words made the soldiers laugh a little.

"If outsiders break into our house, kill our family with knives and make us afraid, and then become masters in our house, we become slaves. He occupied our house, killed our relatives, and asked us to be cattle and horses. In a few decades, we died, and our children and grandchildren killed him. If the outsiders of your parents become masters, what will you think when you look at your children and grandchildren underground and treat the person who killed you as the master?

Looking at the thoughtful soldiers, Shao Lingwu continued.

"I'm afraid I'm going to scold you. This damn unfilial son. I don't want to be a slave, let alone an outsider's slave, so I want to beat the outsiders away and take back my homeland. If this family is small, it's our own home. If it's big, it's our nation. Now our house and land are not full. Is it occupied by people?

There is not much dope, just a simple metaphor. In fact, in Huangpu Sports School, they have learned this kind of simple dope, and everyone has their own set of rhetoric. Next, he began to destroy the foreign with Yihe's fist three years ago, and compared Manqing with foreigners. With his words, most of the soldiers were meditating there.

"...It is precisely because I don't want to be a slave that I entered Huangpu! Do the brothers want to continue to compensate for the full people? Are they the slaves of their family?

Shao Lingwu looked at the soldiers in front of him quietly. In the past Sunday, he would perform a play on this island. The play was performed by the soldiers who could sing from among the soldiers, but he played the play when he entered the Qing Dynasty at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Every time the play came to **, he looked at those who plundered the people, beheaded their heads and shaved soldiers. They will fall into chaos, and sometimes the soldiers under the stage will even jump on the stage and beat the soldiers.

"Cultivate their national views little by little!"

Whether it is the military officers' lectures, ordinary Chinese studies classes or Sundays, the purpose is only to cultivate their national outlook and make them understand who they are and what they should do.

"I know what you said, sir."

A soldier with a gun made the people around him nod. In the past, they may not know what Manchu people are and what Han people are, but now they know very clear that those people owe the blood debt of the Han family.

"But... I just want to know, if it's me..."

The soldier with a gun turned red. He wanted to ask, but he was afraid that the brothers around him would laugh at him, but he wanted to ask, so that when he finally spoke, he stammered.

"If... if, I... I'm a shroud, how much pension can I get!"

When the soldier asked this question, the people around him did not laugh at him. The treatment of the Guangfu Army was never poor. Food, clothing and use were all military. There were ten yuan of troops every month, and the officers also said that even if they were killed in the future, there would be a kind of sympathy for their family.

If it was when they first went to the island, they might not believe it, but now they believe it, because their monthly military pay is paid in full to their families. The letter from the family says clearly that life on the battlefield is determined by God. No one knows that they will die that day. Almost everyone wants to know this. How much is the pension?

The soldier's question embarrassed Shao Lingwu, who was standing there. How much money can he give? He didn't know it himself. Looking at the pair of eyes, he couldn't help but answer them.

" Maybe...no..."

"500 yuan!"

Suddenly, a voice came from their ears. Shao Lingwu looked back and saw that the person coming here was sir!

"Hon, sir!"

Hundreds of people held a military salute at the same time. Chen Moran just nodded and then took a step forward. He came to the island to discuss with Xiao Yuren and others how to send the seventh regiment to the northeast. After it was finalized, he turned around the island and came here to hear their words.

"Brothers, I can clearly tell you that if that brother is killed in battle, each person will have a pension of 500 yuan!"

The surprise of the soldiers made Chen Moran's mind gloomy. He looked at the soldiers. These soldiers were the little people on the stage that were about to be opened. It was these little people who made history. But how many people remember them?

A pension for a pig's money. This may be the sadness of the little people, but... they are driven away, for righteousness, for orders, for... In the end, what they pay is their lives, and they must not be treated badly!

"Chen promised today that he would never treat the Guangfu army soldiers badly. If his dynasty is restored, if all the Guangfu army soldiers who are killed in battle have parents, wives and children, they can get a lot of 5 yuan per month, until their parents are sent to death, and their wives and children will be remarried to adulthood!"

"Si...Commander..."

The soldiers looked at the familiar and strange commander in surprise. They could hardly believe what they heard, a pension of 500 yuan and a subsidy of 5 yuan a month... Is it possible?

It's raining in spring. On the trestle on Goji Island, two slightly older cargo ships leaned on both sides of the steel-wood trestle. The slings lifted the bunkers and ammunition boxes on the cargo ship. On the deck of the ship, there were wooden boats. These two ships are cargo ships of a fleet of industrial companies, which were purchased by Anglo-Mexico Petroleum Corporation last year to modify oil tankers.

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

Lin Yanren, the regimental commander, stood at the front of the queue. Next to him stood a flag soldier. This was the military flag granted before. The military flag was simple, just a red blood flag. At this time, the atmosphere on the training ground was extremely solemn.

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 Guangfu Army, but the commander of the Anti-Russian Volunteer Army.

"... You are a sharp sword buried by the Guangfu Army in the northeast. The task is to defend the land outside China's customs in the northeast. At the right time, you will be directly inserted into the capital..."

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

There were not many words and mobilizations, but after a simple speech, Chen Moran stepped down and walked to Lin Yanren. When he shook hands with him, he stared at him.

"The Han Festival is the same as life and death!"

The simple advice made Lin Yanren look right.

"Please rest assured, Yanren will never live up to the officer's trust!"

"Psalute!"

With a voice, the officers and soldiers of the other six regiments of the Guangfu Army saluted these officers and soldiers at the same time. After returning the salute, the officers and soldiers of the First Regiment of the Anti-Russian Volunteer Army with the military flag walked towards the trestle without delay or hesitation. Just a few hours ago, these comrades-in-arms and fellow villagers exchanged their home addresses with each other and said goodbye to each other. Now it's just a quiet drop-off.

"It's here!"

"Yes!"

"We are about to start!"

Standing on the wolfberry island and looking at the soldiers who boarded the ship, there was no cheer from the people to see them off, but only a kind of solemnity that made people breathless.

"Will there be risks on the road?"

Xiao Yan's problem was just to make Chen Moran shake his head. No one knew what risks would be on the road. In order to send these people safely to the landing place, the company even smuggled some opium to the north, touched a few relatively safe sea routes through those batches of opium, and even built two wooden trestles on the beach. The intelligence station of the Second Detective Division in the north is responsible for purchasing a batch of mule and horses.

"I hope everything goes well!"

Chen Moran shook his head and sighed and walked in another direction. There was a small trestle, which was next to a small boat.

All a whole day, every time he looked at the soldiers who looked solemn because they were about to go out, the soldiers who were drunk and cried in the barracks and kowtling in the direction of their hometown in the afternoon, and at the last moment, there was always something touched in the deepest part of his heart. This battle was fought. Come on, how many of them can live to see that "national restoration" day? For that ideal, that wish, and also for the ambition of others. But what did they get?

"There must be a brave man under the reward!"

Sitting on the boat, Chen Moran muttered this sentence. Why must there be a brave man under the reward? Are they selling their lives for those silver? No, they want to be able to have no food and clothing for their families after their death, which may be the root of the word brave.

"The state allocates 13 hectares of land to each soldier and add 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 Hammoby formulated military provisions. In the most barbaric slave society of mankind, soldiers still need to be treated well, because soldiers always pay for their lives.

Power comes from a well-trained, loyal and brave army!

"You must not treat these people badly!"

Chen Moran repeatedly told himself in his heart that he knew what he needed and what those people paid for. Life and money can never be equated. It's just a kind of comfort.

When Chen Moran, who was thinking about something, passed by the porthole, he looked at his appearance shown by the glass window. It seemed to be awe-inspiring, but in fact?

"Compared with them, you are just an asshole!"

He said that he was for the nation, the country, for... But in the final analysis, he was still for himself. He said that he was different from others, but in essence, he was just a selfish and self-interested bastard who was no different from those people.

"I pay money, and you return my life!"

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

Asked rhetorically, you were a little disappointed. You were walking by the boat, listening to the sound of air flutes from the other end of the island, and your heart just trembled slightly.

"It can't be stopped!"

(to be continued)