The Fourth Disaster, Starting from the Movie Eight Hundred

The direction is wrong, and the more knowledge they have, the more reactionary they are. This is what these reactionary intellectuals are talking about.

Then these smart people took out the second half of the sentence and criticized it, while selectively ignoring the first half, playing the trick of "taking things out of context", which was taken from the article "Don't Take Things Out of Context".

The power of interpretation is the battle of public opinion. If you don't occupy the high ground of public opinion, the enemy will."

These people must be criticized and attacked in the direction they are best at, and as long as they succeed, they must be pursued. "It is better to use the remaining courage to pursue the enemy than to seek fame by imitating the tyrant." Criticize them until they are completely denounced, and then step on them with four hundred million feet to let people all over the country know what kind of people these people are.

In this case, players will need the power of the masses, and the difficulty will increase dramatically. -p

Because the people at that time really had no culture, and the literacy rate was so low that they burned books and buried scholars alive. But it doesn’t matter, they can still understand plain language. We can speak directly with data, facts, and things happening around the people.

"It's your turn, don't lose face." Zi Wuxian reached out and patted Geng Wu's butt, and whispered, "If you dare to embarrass yourself, I will punish you severely tonight. If you perform well, there will be a reward, your favorite black stockings."

I have to say that the meridian is just right, and Gengwu is directly "I'm full of tiles".

"Wow, that's great, I hit it, I hit it." Anna was happy.

The quantum girl next to him complained: "Taking on everything will only harm you."

Anna pinched her waist and said confidently, "Eating everything will only make my nutrition balanced."

At this moment, on the debate stage, Gengwu stood up with a look of confidence, and sent a look of contempt to the enemy opposite him, which made the other party's heart skip a beat.

I always feel something is wrong, but I'm not quite sure yet, so I'll wait a little longer.

Next, Gengwu began his performance.

His performance was very simple. He just took out data, bloody data, and told everyone that at that time in the entire Nanjing Liberated Area, on average one woman was forced to sell her body. This was still the most optimistic scenario. In those more remote and feudal places, the actual personal oppression would only be more serious.

This debate was not meant to save those old intellectuals. These people are more stubborn than Tzeentch. They are destined to be eliminated by the new world. What the volunteers need is the support of the broad masses of the people. Therefore, the core purpose of the debate is to tell everyone that this matter is closely related to you. If you do not accept women's liberation, then you and your relatives and friends may be the next prostitute.

"There was a girl named Xiaofang. She was hardworking, silent, gentle, and kind. But because of the various harsh taxes imposed by the Kuomintang government, her family fell into dire straits."

"That day, a man came to Xiaofang's house and said he wanted to arrange a marriage for her. If she could win the fight and marry the local rich man Huang Silang, her family would get a large sum of money. In this way, her father would be saved and her brothers and sisters would not starve."

"Xiaofang had no choice. She was forced to marry that bastard who was half buried in the ground!"

"But who would have thought that the other party didn't even think about paying her. After having enough fun with her, he sold her to a brothel."

"Despite this, Xiaofang still didn't give up. She wanted to go home, hug her brothers and sisters again, and fulfill her filial duty to her parents. So she struggled hard in the devil's den, taking in customers during the day and working at night, trying hard to save money, hoping that one day she could redeem herself and return to her parents and brothers and sisters..."

As the story progressed, the audience fell silent. It no longer mattered who Xiaofang was, because many people found shadows of themselves or their loved ones in Xiaofang, especially those who came to the city from rural areas to work. In this evil old society, there were too many people like Xiaofang. To put it bluntly, Xiaofang was not the worst off. At least she "actively" chose to be sold for the sake of her family after she became an adult. How many children have no choice at a very young age.

You can't say that the child in the pot has a choice.

Xiaofang's story continues, and Gengwu has exhausted all his life's learning, and there are many artistic elements he added himself, but he himself probably doesn't know that these artistic processings that he thinks are cruel are just a small summary of the countless "facts" on this land. A truly miserable life can make people numb and speechless.

The real suffering is the kind that cannot be expressed in words, the kind that makes people want to be free from it.

Of course, this is still just a story. Since it is a story, the people in the audience hope for a good ending after listening to it. They hope that the story can give them a chance to dream like a cool novel.

But unfortunately, when the story collides with reality, the first thing to be shattered is the story.

Xiaofang's end was tragic. She was cheated out of the money for her redemption and was forced to receive customers every day until she vomited blood. As her health and appearance continued to deteriorate, she eventually became a lowest-level prostitute, until she was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown into a mass grave, becoming food for wild dogs.

This is just a story, but stories can also make people look in the mirror.

By this time, Gengwu had begun to erupt.”

"Comrades, compatriots, who is Xiaofang? Who do you think Xiaofang is? She is right beside us. She is our mother, our sister, our daughter, our friend, our wife. Tell me, can you accept your siblings and friends being sold off like this?"

There was no sound from the audience, but silence was also an answer.

The silence before a volcanic eruption is also silence.

Very good, the intensity has been maximized, so it’s time to call the roll.

Gengwu pointed at a young man nearby and asked, "Let me ask you, can you accept your sister being sold?"

This was just a metaphorical question, but what no one expected was that the young man burst into tears on the spot.

"My sister's nickname was Xiaofang. She was taken away by the landlord in our village. My father tried to stop them, and was beaten to death by the landlord's lackeys! My family's land was taken away by them, and my mother cried herself to death!!!!"

The young man cried heart-wrenchingly and almost fainted, and his crying was like a match falling into a barrel of explosives, and the whole scene was suddenly filled with crying.

From this moment on, the nature of the debate has completely changed and turned into a large-scale grievance meeting.

Gengwu was a little confused. The volunteer army did not arrange any spies and they were all sincere. Who would have thought that such a big battle would be triggered by a casual move of his own?

But the more times like this, the more it tests a person's quick wit. Geng Wu immediately yelled, "What's the use of crying!"

The sound amplified by the loudspeaker drowned out the crying at the scene. Gengwu saw the effect and immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"Crying every day, crying every night, can you cry Xiaofang back?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Geng Wu pulled out a large knife, raised it, and said, "You can't cry away suffering! Only this, only this can give us justice!"

"There are still thousands and thousands of little girls in this world waiting for the dawn, and what we have to do is to fight our way to the dawn!"

Frankly speaking, Gengwu has gone off topic now, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter whether he is off topic or not at the moment. What matters is that the emotions of everyone present have been mobilized by him, and they all follow him. At this point, half the victory has been achieved.

Then, Gengwu changed the subject and pointed his sword at the conservative debaters.

"But today, some people actually think that Xiaofang and others are lowly and inferior, and are willing to sell themselves out! These beasts want to treat your mothers, sisters, and wives as toys under their crotches. Can you accept this?"

"cannot!"

Everyone was united and shouting. The conservative debaters turned pale in the face of the terrifying noise, and each of them showed a terrified expression. One of them even peed himself.

This classic scene was naturally captured by reporters. In the picture, the audience is holding up their fists, the stage is Gengwu denouncing the reactionaries, and the reactionary writers' faces are terrified. After the founding of New China, a related drama was filmed and named "Gengwu Denounces Reactionary Writers."

Well, isn’t this a debate?

Yes, we are also debating now, the weapons of criticism have been taken out, what should we do next?

"Kill these beasts!"

The next second, countless people rushed towards the conservative old-school literati debaters, completely drowning them in an instant.

Section 94: New List

(Fourth update! Where are everyone’s monthly tickets?)

"Not bad, but a little impulsive."

Liu Qi smiled and shook his head on the sidelines, then directed the volunteer soldiers to separate the crowd.

If so many people suddenly rioted, it would easily cause a stampede. Fortunately, Liu Qi was well prepared. While others were busy debating, he was paying attention to the details of the entire plan and checking for omissions and filling them in. Now they are putting it to use.

As for those who were drowned by the crowd...

His entire body was deformed by punches, and after forensic examination, it was determined to be suicide (nods).

Other people who were accidentally injured naturally received good treatment, because there was a hospital next to them. The various buffs provided by the game were continuously effective here. As long as you didn't die on the spot, you would be sent back to life intact.

Just look at the current situation of the Volunteer Army and you will know. There are only deaths, no injuries, and all the military doctors are miracle doctors.

The debate ended amid the roar of the people, but this was just the beginning of the storm.

Almost overnight, the image of those women who have fallen into prostitution in Nanjing was completely reshaped. Of course, we must also admit that not all women who have fallen into prostitution are "forced to fall into prostitution." Whether in the past or now, there are fairies who deliberately fall into prostitution and play around. These women must be separated and educated. If education is not good, they can be subjected to labor education. Labor education is also education for a lifetime. Even if they die of exhaustion on the construction site of bridges and roads, it is better than disgusting decent women and destroying social customs. After their death, they can still be praised by future generations as "builders of the new world." What a great favor!

There are people who gossip, and those who have a serious virgin complex still have their own persistence, but as long as these people's ideas are not put into actual actions, at least at the macro level, protecting those deceived girls has become politically correct in everyone's mind.

There's nothing wrong with the term political correctness; it's just been corrupted by white leftists. Sometimes, political correctness is necessary. For example, for us, national unity is the absolute political correctness that cannot be shaken."

The politically correct thing in the liberated areas now is to "give care to fallen women and help them regain their human dignity and happiness."

At least the work in Nanjing is much easier.

After leveraging the first key node, the rest of the work can be carried out, so the players decisively began to implement the second phase of the policy, which was to destroy and conceal the past identities of these women.

There is nothing we can do about this. Objectively speaking, the feudal ideological inertia at the entire social level is still huge. Exposing the identities of these girls is equivalent to putting them under direct mental pressure, which is not good. Therefore, they have to be given a makeover and sent to other places for resettlement. As for whether they can go home, that depends on fate.

Reaching this point is already the limit of what can be done at present. Players are not Yuri, and it is impossible to change everyone's ideological tendencies with just one sentence. Some social changes can only be achieved slowly over time.

However, there are also some women who were once in the secular world, who, after undergoing transformation, stood up firmly, disclosed their identities directly, and faced the ups and downs of the whole society. They wanted to use their actual actions to prove that a noble soul will never be polluted in the mud. A considerable number of these people became staff members of the Women's Liberation Association in the future, using their life experiences as medicine to heal the pain of other sisters, allowing them to stand up again and embrace a new life.

They are the truly awakened ones of this era.

While the Volunteer Army continued to advance women's liberation, the liquidation of the feudal, conservative and reactionary forces of the old literati also began. The list is really long and wide.

"President Li, right? Congratulations, your name is on the list. Come with us."

"Mr. Zhang, you... Oh, your name is on the back of the list. Please come in."

"Damn it, you still dare to run! Chase! If you can't catch me, I'll shoot you on the spot! It's considered assaulting a police officer!"

While explaining the pros and cons to these people physically, the various propaganda agencies of the Volunteer Army also went into full swing. Every one of these old intellectuals had a clean background. Some of them were even counter-revolutionaries in the past, or traitors who had stabbed revolutionary martyrs in the back. Now it was a good opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop and send them all to mine.

There are many places in the liberated areas that need people now. The Volunteer Army is people-oriented, so we must spur these people on and let them flourish in places where they need to spend their lives. After all, we won’t feel bad if they die.”

Therefore, none of these people were sentenced to death. The highest sentence was thirty years in prison, but they were also sentenced to forced labor in a hard labor camp.

Unlike the labor camp reform with a standard eight-hour workday, the hard labor camp was a place of labor with a strict moral standard. Working fourteen hours a day was considered conscientious, and the food was barely enough to fill one's stomach. There were only two meals a day, no rest, and they were exhausted to death. -p

So is there anyone who has really lasted for thirty years?

Oh, what a fool. Just arrange a mining accident or a car accident to kill him. Anyway, when reporting it, he accidentally died of exhaustion. It's a pity that he couldn't hold on to the end. Tsk tsk tsk.

However, this kind of execution would be carried out in a different place. The reason given was "your sentence is about to end, so we'll move you to another place." Then the prisoners would be taken to a place no one else knew and executed. To put it bluntly, the labor camp was another form of death penalty.

Of course, we still have to give some hope. For example, those prisoners who are determined to correct their thoughts and completely break away from the past in their work style still have a chance to leave. They just need to pass the assessment. Only in this way can the prisoners who enter the hard labor camp have a glimmer of luck in their hearts and burn themselves desperately until the last moment.

The wisdom of surrounding three and leaving one.

It's really frustrating. The Volunteer Army originally planned to investigate these reactionaries and then send them to labor camps for education. Anyway, most of these people are in their forties or fifties. After being locked up for thirty years, they will basically be old men waiting to die when they come out. But they didn't expect that after the investigation started, wow~ they are all talented people. The crimes they committed were so severe that they were sentenced to death immediately. They were afraid that they would say goodbye to the world too slowly.

The lightest crime here is having sex with a child prostitute, and the heaviest has caused the people to call for the restoration of lingchi.

When the true nature of these beasts in human skin was published in the newspapers, the entire Chinese public opinion field exploded.

In the simple cognition of ordinary people, they really cannot understand why such a group of beasts can become the "masters" of the Republic of China. What the hell... Wait a minute, it seems that there are a lot of these people's disciples, brothers and relatives in the propaganda agencies of the Kuomintang. You guys are... really a dog that can't change its eating habits!

The top brass in the government were absolutely choking. How could this bullet have turned and hit me? This is unscientific!

There's nothing we can do about it. You're the biggest cesspool in old China at that time. Whenever we talk about typical cases of scum related to shit, urine and fart, there's no doubt that the Kuomintang government must have ready-made negative examples.

The embarrassed government was furious and directly banned the relevant reports. But this matter is like a person explaining that the yellow mud in his crotch is not shit. The more you talk, the bigger the problem becomes. Banning it means that it is assumed to be true.

There are no more people talking about it on the surface, but those who are disappointed with the government in private are completely disappointed.

All the people in some government departments in Chongqing fled. Some went home, and some went to the liberated areas. Anyone could see that the dilapidated building of the National Government was crumbling, and it was just a matter of time before the volunteer army gave it a kick.

Fifth War Zone Command.

This area covers southern Shandong and northern Jiangsu. Commander Li is the highest person in charge here, and above him is the chairman himself.

In history, he became a famous general because of the victory in the Battle of Taierzhuang, but in this world line, the emergence of the Volunteer Army negated his contribution. On the contrary, he was almost killed in the line of duty because of the counterattack while pursuing the Japanese army. He was also seriously injured. He has been recuperating from his injuries during this period and has not made any major moves.

He didn't dare to make any big moves. Although northern Jiangsu belonged to him in name, it was actually a piece of meat on the lips of the Volunteer Army. Not long ago, the Volunteer Army marched north, pushed all the way to Lianyungang, and liberated Suqian, Suzhou, and Bengbu to the west. Then they stayed there and directly announced that all these were liberated areas. You can come and visit, but if you want to grab territory, you'd better consider how many mechanized troops you have.

The Fifth War Zone had communicated with the Volunteer Army, but they simply didn't give it any face.

"This is what we took back from the Japanese. If you don't agree, go fight them."

This was already a very euphemistic statement. If someone from the Generalissimo's side came to demand territory, the Volunteer Army would have said directly: "You guys, beaten like dogs by the devils, dare to come here and demand territory? Get out! Lie on the ground and get out!"

Well, when it comes to fighting the Japanese, the Fifth War Zone is convinced by the Volunteer Army. As for Xuzhou, Commander Li no longer thinks it belongs to him. The Volunteer Army can take it whenever they are in a good mood. It is estimated that the Japanese over there are ready to run away. It's because the Volunteer Army is so unreasonably strong.

And today, a mysterious guest came to Commander Li’s headquarters.

Chapter 95: Eyes Looking South

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Commander Li, known as the Little Zhuge, is a complex person, or rather, in this era, anyone associated with the word "warlord" will have a certain degree of complexity, and this complexity will affect the course of history as their thoughts and actions change.

In terms of personal moral character, Commander Li was known for his generosity, his ability to rally people, his compassion for others, and his deep love for his subordinates.

In terms of personal ability, he fought with a resolute style, and during the Battle of Taierzhuang, he commanded the coordinated operations of multiple factions, demonstrating exceptional tactical prowess. After all, it was a chaotic, multi-factional tactical situation, and if the superiors couldn't control it, the battlefield would have devolved into a major disaster. This demonstrates his skill and charisma.

But such a person still participated in the "April 12" coup and massacred revolutionaries. It can be seen that he is still the spokesperson for the traditional gentry ruling system in his bones. In essence, he is not much different from the Westernization School that advocates Chinese learning for basic forms and Western use for practical purposes. The degree of change was only affected by the objective historical environment. After all, the national army that did not change its military system was really retreating on the front battlefield.

However, considering that he still chose to prioritize national interests at a historical turning point, Liu Qi felt that he could try to win over the other party.

"Sir, if you want to see me, there's no need to go to such great lengths."

Commander Li had a smile on his face, but his hands under the table were covered in sweat.

At this time, all his guards had turned into wooden men and dared not move at all because they were pointed at by their own guns, and the compensation money was suspended in the air.

In the opinion of the people on the scene, this is either magic or sorcery. What do you think the current situation should be called?

"Mr. Li, I think this method will make you more aware of the gap between us. Let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Qi, Supreme Commander of the International Volunteer Army. The purpose of my coming here today is to give you a chance. Of course, you can choose not to accept it." Liu Qi snapped his fingers, and all the weapons instantly fell to the ground. Amidst the sound of clashing, Liu Qi continued, "Just call them in. It's okay, don't worry. Even if everyone outside comes in, I can fight my way out single-handedly, and I promise not to attack you. It will just be a bit ugly."