The Fourth Disaster, Starting from the Movie Eight Hundred

During World War II, armored forces were the spearhead of the attack, and mechanized infantry were the battlefield brooms following closely behind. The infantry division was responsible for taking over the mechanized infantry to initially clear the enemy positions at key nodes, further consolidate and strengthen the position defense, and form effective occupation. This is the real role of the line-filling troops.

Of course, we can just treat the Kuomintang's filling-line troops where five soldiers are equipped with only one gun as nothing. The hypocritical behavior of the Kuomintang's top leaders is truly astonishing.

To liberate Changchun this time, the players decided to conduct a large-scale airborne operation, but if there were no peripheral troops to attract enemy firepower, it would most likely turn into a market garden meal delivery operation. After all, there are now more than 100,000 Japanese troops in Changchun, and the number of puppet troops is even greater. Relying on only a thousand or so players and NPC combat troops to force their way through, it is likely that things will turn out that Changchun is indeed back, but it has been almost destroyed by the Japanese.

As the liberated areas expand, players' management and governance costs are also rising. If you want to get the maximum buff, you must undertake the corresponding management work. This is also one of the fun of the game "War Era". Players who can persist are basically contract players. Those who have not signed contracts are almost non-existent now. This is also the result of Liu Qi's careful selection.

It is not difficult to recruit a few hundred thousand people from the 1.4 billion people in 2025. The difficulty lies in selecting those who are willing to build a new world.

It's about playing games, but it's more than just games.

So from now on, players will inevitably have to rely on the strength of local conscripts. These people are the players' beloved ones, but victory without sacrifice is impossible. It just depends on who makes the sacrifice.

"Okay, no problem, we promise to complete the task!"

When Commander Yang received the order from the Volunteer Army, he instantly became much more energetic.

During this period, the Red Party's main task was to serve as logistics managers for the Volunteer Army. The Volunteer Army also sent a number of professionals to assist and conducted strict class checks on all administrative personnel, directly preventing a large number of bad apples from entering the government departments in the liberated areas from a management and physical perspective. In addition, the Volunteer Army's anti-corruption strategy, which started with the death penalty, frightened a group of people, making them dare not and do not want to be corrupt. Although it could not be eliminated, at least major problems that were obvious would not occur. Every body of a corrupt official executed would extend the shelf life of the civil service.

Moreover, the volunteer army has clear rewards and punishments, and the rewards are particularly generous. The salaries of local civil servants are above the local average. If you are selected, you can immediately achieve a well-off life and become a local handsome guy.

But if something goes wrong, the whole village will come to watch you being publicly tried and shot, and your family will be labeled as a "corrupt family" and sentenced to death both physically and socially.

At that time, most places in old China were acquaintance societies. Who could bear such punishment? In addition, the civil service system of the Volunteer Army was not a stable job. If you did not perform well, you would be fired.

If you are unwilling to serve the people, why do you want to be a civil servant? Even if you want to just get by, you have to finish your work first, otherwise get out!

After a while, the local people understood the truth and even made up a catchy saying.

"The gate of the government office faces north. Lazy people and bad guys are not allowed to come in. If they enter and are kicked out again, they are either incompetent or useless."

Once such a social atmosphere is formed, civil servants will immediately feel unlimited pressure from the surrounding environment, fearing that they will be expelled from the civil service. That is, the Volunteer Army government will directly declare that this person has bad character, but not yet reached the level of committing a crime. Anyway, we don't want him anymore, whoever wants him can have him.

It will be difficult to find a job by then.

Therefore, apart from those who have a strong sense of responsibility, really want to serve the people, and have a desire and sense of responsibility for power and responsibility, basically no one will want to take the civil service exam. Those who can pass the exam must at least complete literacy education first.

It is no exaggeration to say that the government under the current Volunteer Army rule is filled with a group of elementary school students.

What is meant here is "primary school students" according to modern education standards, not psychologically immature primary school students. But even primary school students receiving compulsory education are rare high-level talents in old China.

It's a sad era, isn't it?

I suddenly understood why the country tried its best to develop education after liberation, and even caused the whole nation to be in a state of internal competition. A country composed of a group of ignorant people can easily be infiltrated by religion and other messy ideas, and then it will become the United States in 2025.

Even so, strictly speaking, there is only one country in the world that can laugh at the United States.

Suddenly I felt even sadder.

The Red Party's execution efficiency was very high. At the command of Commander Yang, all the troops from Heihe to Harbin, and then to Qiqihar and Jiamusi, which had just been liberated, and the northern part of Heilongjiang Province were mobilized, and a large number of troops began to gather in Harbin.

No snow removal needed?

Please look outside.

Hearing that the volunteer army was going to fight the Japanese, all the able-bodied people nearby, young and old, joined the fight. Heavy snow was piled up on both sides of the railway under the waving shovels. When the train passed by, the snow was covered with folks waving to the volunteer army on the train.

Voice-over:

"At the time, we were a regiment of soldiers and received orders to move to Harbin to prepare for the liberation of Changchun."

"It was winter, with heavy snow blocking the mountains. It was freezing cold, with temperatures around -30 or -40 degrees Celsius outside. I asked the squad leader, 'Squad leader, can the train run in this heavy snow?'"

"The squad leader told me, it's okay, when the train can't move, we can just go down and clear the snow."

"So each of us brought a shovel on board. In that stuffy carriage, each of us had a shovel, ready to go out and remove the snow at any time."

"But just after the train left the city, I saw many people on both sides of the railway shoveling (snow). When they saw our train coming, they immediately stood on both sides of the road. I looked around and saw old men with white beards and children who looked only 11 or 12 years old. Some of them didn't have any tools, so they just used their hands and clothes (choked up), clearing the snow bit by bit to both sides."

"Was the situation so dire?"

"You don't know, the Japanese controlled the entire Northeast very strictly at that time, including iron tools. Some villages used wooden shovels, wooden plows, or iron-clad wood with a layer of iron sheet on the outside."

"I remember the train stopped immediately and we quickly got off to let our fellow villagers go home."

"Are they gone?"

"No, they said, we all know that the Volunteer Army is going to fight the Japanese, and we are here to help. You happen to have a shovel, so we will use your shovel to remove the snow and help you clear the road."

"It wasn't just us. All the people in the entire liberated area came out and spontaneously organized to clear the roads and help us (the volunteers). It would have taken us three or even five days to get there, but we only needed one day (proud)!"

"Aren't many people asking what people's war is? This is people's war! If you hold the people in your heart, the people will hold you in their hands!"

From Qiqihar to Daqing, from Yichun to Harbin, from Hegang to Jiamusi, all the roads were lined with crowds of people. The power of the people was displayed in this most concrete way.

“Let the enemy be plunged into the vast ocean of people’s war. Only now do I truly understand the value of this sentence.”

The caracal Lin Luan saluted the busy people, who gave him a simple smile, somewhat at a loss.

Although this fellow villager, who is actually only in his thirties, looks like he is in his fifties, his smile is really like a fire in winter, making Tuman Linluan feel warm.

The delicate smiles of those idols are not even one ten-thousandth as good as this sincere smile.

"Do you think this is a game?" Enterprise looked at the Dian Lao beside him.

The latter casually extinguished the half-empty cigarette and said with a firm look in his eyes, "Even if it's just a game, I'm going to play it seriously!"

The people are organized, and an organized people is invincible!

On January 22, 1939, the Xuanyue Cannon completed its final assembly seven days ahead of schedule. Workers and farmers in and outside Harbin had cleared the railway along the way. On the parallel double-track wide rails laid by the players with all their might, this behemoth, whose caliber was directly modified by the players to 1000mm and whose size was much larger than the original Gustav Cannon, drove towards its destined battlefield amid the cheers of the people along the way.

At the same time, ten K5 railway guns and twenty armored trains started at the same time, heading straight for Changchun.

Come on, little devils, let's get on with it!

Section 72: Young warriors eager to create merit

(Second update! There is more to come)

Will the day break?

This sounds like a very illogical question, but for Wang Weimin, it is a big issue.

He was only five years old when his father died, and he only has some very vague impressions. He only remembers that his father coughed very violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. Later, he didn't even have the strength to cough. His last memory of his father was hands that looked like dry firewood and a pair of sad eyes.

From that day on, life at home became worse and worse.

The youngest sister was taken away. Some said she was sold. Anyway, the family had porridge that day. It was a very light porridge, but the aroma of the rice was still fresh in his memory.

Soon, my eldest sister also disappeared. Some said she got married, and some said she ran away. No one knew what happened.

Later, my eldest brother disappeared, and my second brother also disappeared, leaving only my mother and I to depend on each other.

Until one morning, my mother stopped moving.

The sun was very big and bright that day, but for some reason, Wang Weimin felt that the whole world was black and white.

Maybe the sun will never rise again.

Then, the volunteers came.

There was a burst of gunfire. Wang Weimin couldn't remember how long it was, but it was definitely a while. After that, all the most powerful people in the village were dragged out for public trial and then hanged on the crooked tree at the entrance of the village.

The village had a new chief, who divided the land among everyone. Wang Weimin also had his own land, but when registering, he found that he could not say a word.

why?

I don’t know, but when I opened my mouth, only “ah ah ah” sounds came out, and I couldn’t express what I meant at all.

"Is this child mute?"

"The sound is normal vocalization, probably just caused by not speaking for a long time. Does anyone know how old this child is?"

"I found out. I think he was seventeen or eighteen."

"Are you kidding me? This is the physique of an eighteen-year-old? My thirteen-year-old sister is bigger and stronger than him."

"It's hard to even get enough to eat these days, how can you expect to grow fat and strong?"

"So he's the only one left in their family."

"He's all alone, so pitiful. He looks like he's having a hard time. How about this? Take him away. We have a vocational school, right? Orphans can live there and have food and shelter, and they can also receive literacy education."

"In his current state, he'll be easily bullied after he goes in."

"That's easy. We can just open a special school."

So Wang Weimin was taken away and came to a school specially prepared by the Volunteer Army for special groups. The teachers here were very responsible. Some of them were local Red Party members, and some were NPC commanders and fighters recruited by the players themselves.

Wang Weimin was not able to adapt to the unfamiliar environment, but the teachers around him were very kind to him, took good care of him, and often asked about his well-being. There were also the volunteer army instructors who were usually taciturn but often gave him some candy and covered him with a quilt at night. For the first time, Wang Weimin felt that his world had color.

Study, eat, and rest, life has become a straight line of three points, but they eat well every day. Those children who looked skinny when they first arrived here began to have rosy complexions in a very short time, and then their appetite, weight and height began to enter the fast lane of development, as if the earth, which had been dry for a long time, finally received a rain, and every cell in their body was cheering.

Wang Weimin was no exception. In just one month, he almost didn't recognize himself in the mirror. The school even took new photos for them and replaced the ID cards they had made when they first arrived at the school.

However, Wang Weimin accepted the photo, as he felt he needed some souvenir.

The me above was skinny, but now I am strong and healthy. Some things should not be forgotten.

When Wang Weimin received his new ID, his teacher said to him, "You used to be called Wang Wu. Do you want to change your name?"

"A new name?"

"Yes, a new name represents a new beginning. Do you have any ideas of your own?"

"No."

"Then the teacher will give you the name Wang Weimin, which means serving the country and the people. I hope that you can become a pillar of the country and the people in the future."

This is the teacher's beautiful expectation for every child here, and Wang Weimin took it seriously.

Wang Weimin means serving the country and the people, and he wants to become the pillar of the motherland!

From that day on, Wang Weimin became a completely different person. He seized every opportunity to study every day. He was even criticized by the instructor for reading in bed at night. Then he was given a library card and allowed to go to the library to study, but not later than 11 o'clock in the evening, because only a better body can make one a better person. The body is the capital of revolution, and excellent people can always make full use of eight hours to achieve the efficiency of others in ten hours.

Wang Weimin believed it, and tried every possible way to improve his learning methods. In the process, he gradually became the best student in the class, and was also appointed as the study committee member. He formed a study interest group with everyone and worked together to study various more efficient learning methods.

At this time, only three months had passed since the Volunteer Army took action in Northeast China, but these three months were enough to change Wang Weimin's life.

There were thousands and thousands of children like Wang Weimin throughout old China.

"Students, the Volunteer Army is about to liberate Changchun, the entire Northeast, and even all of China! But now the railway is blocked by snow. We can't let this little snow become an obstacle to the liberation of Northeast China! The school has issued a call for us to help clear the snow from the Volunteer Army's trains!"

"Okay!" -p

Wang Weimin was the first to take the lead and pick up the shovel and broom. They were responsible for the area within Harbin City. They took this opportunity to train the mobilization forces at the social level and see how efficient they were.

Many of these were spontaneous, because our compatriots in Northeast China knew too well what it felt like to be slaves of a conquered nation. They knew that if they did not eliminate the Japanese devils, they would never have a good life.

The crowds surged, and the forces of nature had to give way in the labor songs that fought against heaven and earth. This was the voice of countless Wang Weimins, and the roar of the Northeast that was about to be reborn.

"Everyone, stand at attention! Line up and get on the bus!"

This was the first time that the Volunteer Army actually let local conscripts take charge of the front battlefield. They did not have the infinite lives of players to squander. If they died, they were dead, and death treated them all equally.

But no one here backed down; on the contrary, flames were blazing in their eyes.

You can say that the Volunteer Army's management was simple and crude, and that trials often started with the death penalty; but the Volunteer Army was very generous to its own people. The Volunteer Army troops composed of local conscripts were slightly inferior in equipment, but their treatment in other aspects was far better than before. Even Marshal Zhang could not make the Northeast Army eat delicious food every day.

The volunteer army did it, and correspondingly, they also conducted high-intensity training every day, completely preparing to train elite troops.

But the voices of protest are almost zero. In fact, the Chinese people have very simple thoughts. As long as you pay me well, I will make sparks out of my millstone for you. But if you want to get it for free, I will let you see a hundred tricks of slacking off.

After the treatment was improved, coupled with the equality of officers and soldiers, grievance meetings, self-reflection, literacy campaigns and other work, a people's army was cultivated. The most difficult part was the equality of officers and soldiers. In modern society, only one country can do this. In 1939, it was a superluminal leap in thinking. It was really difficult, harder than climbing to the sky.

Unless you set an example yourself.

Then the Volunteer Army players did it.

The reason is simple. Apart from the task rewards given by the game mechanism and the emotional value provided within the game, players have zero demands on other aspects. They are a group of "outsiders" who cannot be bribed or corrupted. However, the players' true feelings can be expressed, and they really treat everyone equally.

He is the first one to go to the most dangerous battlefield, the last one to take the benefits when they are distributed, or even takes nothing at all. Such a good commander... I could never have imagined such a commander in the past, even in my dreams.

Anyway, when the puppet troops and the Japanese troops charged, they would definitely not group all the officers and guards together to charge first, and then let other ordinary soldiers go up. Only the legendary Yue Family Army and Qi Family Army could do that.

When it came time to commend their merits, the NPC commanders and fighters led by the players clapped happily below (Great, I have another level 3 soldier), and the ones who received the medals were all conscripts. It was obvious that they were doing the most dangerous tasks and making the greatest sacrifices, but when the medals were awarded, they didn't go up to the podium.

There were even cases where local commanders and fighters stood up for players and NPC commanders and fighters.

For this purpose, the players took great pains to explain it clearly so that the conscripted volunteers did not cause trouble.

There's no way around it. Medals have bonus effects. They aren't obvious when given to yourself or NPC commanders and fighters, but they can be upgraded immediately when given to conscripts and volunteers. So these rewards are used by players as upgrade cards. Anyway, you and other NPC commanders and fighters don't mind, so of course they'll be given to those who need them the most.

But the military is a place that values ​​honor. It's okay to do this once or twice, but if it happens too often, the people who go on stage to receive medals will feel like they want to crawl into a crack in the ground. It's like a clown watching a hero on the stage, which is quite uncomfortable.

Therefore, players had to create some medals of commendation, which did not have the additional buffs of the system medals, but just looked the same in appearance, so as to avoid embarrassment to the greatest extent.