1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

112 Come on! I want to beat ten of them!

"...How should rape and insulting women be punished?"

First of all, rape and insult are two different concepts. We generally refer to them as rape and molestation. Rape refers to the use of violence, threats, harm, or other means to force sexual intercourse, while molestation is... "I'm still only talking about the penalties in our S.R.P.... 3 years or more to 10 years in prison. Rape of a girl under 14 can be punished with 10 years or more in prison, life imprisonment, or the death penalty. "This 'severe punishment' includes the following situations: 1. Repeated rape..."

"Of course, rape and molestation generally refers to male-on-female, but it can also include female-on-female, male-on-male, or female-on-male. These also need to be taken into consideration..." "What? Impossible? No, no, no, the criminal law must be as comprehensive as possible. Humans' bizarre behavior is unimaginable to humans... other species..."

"Let me give you an example. If a man rapes a kitten and kills it... well, that's another area of ​​discussion... it depends on the identity of the kitten..."

"For example, if it's a wild cat, then it might not constitute a crime, but if it's a domesticated pet cat, then it would constitute a property crime..."

In the room, a group of people were frantically taking notes. Some smart people raised their hands after thinking about it and asked:

Teacher Ma, what if... uh, someone stops the rape midway because they see him, or if he suddenly strips the woman naked, but then he has a change of heart and doesn't want to commit the crime anymore?

"This involves the concepts of crime cessation and crime attempt..."

"If someone uses a large measure to collect grain and a small measure to sell it to make money, what does that count as? How should it be judged?"

"This falls under the category of economic crime, called illegal profiteering... If it involves a public official, then there's also..." "What's the difference between stealing confidential blueprints and giving them to the Kuomintang and stealing them and selling them for money?"

"One is theft, and based on that, there's also treason and the corresponding laws..." "Then, if someone protects a rich peasant..."

"What does it mean to harbor someone? What does it mean to be a rich peasant? These definitions must be clarified. Without a standard, it's easy for those with bad intentions to exploit them and commit crimes... For example, the guy whose hand I injured yesterday..." "Uh..."

In a house in Ruijin, similar sounds of question and answer, then counter-question and answer, have been echoing for three days and three nights.

Initially, only UMP45 and Supreme Court staff such as He Shuheng were communicating, and later Deng Fa's National Political Security Bureau staff were added;

Later, whenever they had free time at work, almost everyone came over and asked UMP45 all kinds of strange and bizarre criminal problems - almost all of which had been seen in the White Areas or Soviet Areas; as the first attempt to establish a country in the history of the Communist Party of China, the Soviet Union was extremely "careless" and even "failed" in many things, especially in the construction of laws and regulations.

Give the simplest example.

Can you believe that arresting criminals, investigating and retrieving evidence, interrogating and sentencing, and even executing the verdict can be done by one person?

Of course, this is related to China's lack of experience and serious shortage of talent, and we cannot blame it, but we cannot say that this is correct and can be ignored; the loopholes must be filled.

All of these things UMP45 was talking about were legal provisions that had been gradually perfected over decades and centuries by millions of legal professionals in later generations. They were extremely precious to the CCP at that time. Everyone in the CCP knew the importance of the law, everyone wanted to contribute, and everyone was like a sponge, desperately absorbing every word uttered by "Teacher Ma."

As for rest and sleep?

What is that thing? Ask until you drop dead! Learn until you die!

We must make the Soviet area a country of "bold ideas and complete criminal law"! Until someone can't stand it anymore.

"I say! You guys! If you don't rest yourselves, doesn't Agent Ma need to rest too?" General Zhu, who was always known as a "good guy," got angry for once.

"Everyone, go and rest! No one is allowed to disturb the special envoy for the next two days!!"

Everyone left in disgrace.

Having said that, they were indeed in high spirits, but their bodies were truly exhausted. It was strange, how could the special envoy still be so energetic?

Perhaps this is the omnipotence of the omnipotent?

Unwittingly, many people have developed a fascination for "Ma Shiwu," the "special commissioner/discipline committee secretary" who appeared out of nowhere. Even high-ranking CCP officials, who knew UMP45's "true identity," have developed a yearning for the "commander" and "World Revolutionary Party" she speaks of. A random individual possesses such a terrifying level of knowledge. Just how powerful and restrained is the World Revolutionary Party? With their capabilities, global unification wouldn't be a problem, right?

But no one has ever heard of it.

It's even scarier when you think about it.

UMP45 still had that foxy, half-smile on her face:

"...Comrade Zhu Jiande, you're not just concerned about my rest, are you?"

"...that..."

General Zhu lowered his hat, a trace of extreme embarrassment appearing on his honest face: "Actually, it was the comrades in the army who were very dissatisfied with the marksmanship you demonstrated that day and the gun in your hand..." "I know, take me there!"

"Really don't need a rest?"

"No, do I look tired to you?"

".…."

In fact, this is also the reason why General Zhu was willing to make this request.

Three days and three nights later, not only were there no dark circles or acne on his face, there wasn't even a hint of fatigue, and he still looked so heroic. The people of the World Revolutionary Party were truly amazing.

Soon after, at the Red Guards' training ground.

Hundreds of Red Army soldiers wearing dusty, bulky clothes were already waiting there.

The top is a Zhongshan suit, without sleeves, and has four pockets: two small pockets on the top and two large pockets on the bottom. The bottom is a pair of Chinese-style straight-leg pants without pockets. Due to the different conditions of different dye factories, some people's clothes are more khaki, some are more cyan, and some are more dark blue.

As for hats and shoes, the difference is even greater - some wear octagonal hats, some wear hexagonal hats, and some wear student hats. Those who are better off wear cloth shoes, and those who are less well off wear straw sandals.

The only thing they have in common is that they wear red epaulettes on their collars and red five-pointed stars on their hats.

"This is Comrade Peng Dehuai... This is Comrade Chen Yi... This is Comrade Lin Biao... This is..."

General Zhu briefly introduced UMP45 to a dozen or so Red Army generals, who were dressed much the same as the surrounding soldiers. He rubbed his hands and was about to speak when a voice from the crowd rang out, "General! Is this the instructor you were talking about? Isn't she just a pretty young woman?"

"..."

Although he didn't quite understand the original words (because they were in dialect), Zhu Dezhong heard the contempt in the tone and immediately flew into a rage: "Who! Who is talking nonsense!"

"It's me! He Shifu!"

A man, about 1.7 meters tall and very muscular compared to the Red Army soldiers around him, stood out from the crowd nonchalantly and spoke in a difficult-to-understand Cantonese dialect: "Boss! If you hire a woman like this as our instructor, I won't accept it!"

As soon as he saw this person, General Zhu got a headache.

Because he is also an old revolutionary, an old sea turtle, and a top student.

He Shifu, a native of Boao Township, Lehui County, Hainan Province, went to Malaysia with his father to study when he was young and joined the Communist Party of Malaysia;

After returning to China, he was admitted to Xiamen University and the Whampoa Military Academy. He participated in the Guangdong-Hong Kong General Strike, the Northern Expedition, the Guangzhou Uprising, the Guangxi Guerrilla War, and the Vietnam War against the French.

So, why is it that such a person with high education, brave and resourceful in combat, rich experience, broad knowledge, and good at working with lower-level officers and soldiers is still only the battalion commander of the Shangyou County Red Independent Battalion at the age of 32? The reason is naturally his bad temper.

In front of all the officers and outstanding soldiers, she directly said disrespectful words to the guests. Is it possible for an ordinary person to do such a thing?

Led by He Shifu, many soldiers who hadn't attended the meeting that day, weren't aware of UMP45's achievements, or had their comrades captured, also began to discuss the matter. General Zhu was furious and was about to single out this bastard for a public outburst, but UMP45 stopped him, smiled at He Shifu, and challenged him in the same dialect: "Master He, right? Come on, show me how to fight?"

" ..."

Although he was surprised that the other party could speak his native dialect, He Shifu still said disdainfully: "Sign? I don't sign with a woman!"

"Haha, commissioned."

"Who are you talking about? Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a bitch!" "Come on! If you can even touch me, I lose today."

UMP45 stood there pretentiously, not even bothering to strike a fighting stance, and even raised her finger in a dismissive gesture:

"Come on, let me see how brave you are."

"You stinky bitch! Don't cry out in pain when you get punched!"

He Shifu rushed over at breakneck speed, then flew back even faster, slamming into the ground with a splatter of dust. No one, not even General Zhu and the others closest to her, could see UMP45's movements.

The air froze for a full minute.

What just happened?

UMP45 tilted her head slightly, smiling at He Shifu, who was still on the ground, his face covered in dust and confusion. "Master He, is the ground slippery? Why don't you stand up? Keep fighting!"

This mocking tone instantly made He Shifu's face flush, but he didn't rush forward again. He was a hot-tempered man, but nicknamed "Little Zhuge Liang of the Red 7th Army," he was not stupid at all.

Just now, she hadn't even seen the other person's movements clearly when she was kicked back. She wasn't hurt at all, just a slight pain in her chest. Doesn't this illustrate the difference between the two sides? Seeing He Shifu didn't move, UMP45's mouth curled up. She left the senior Red Army officers behind, walked to the center of the playground, stood with her hands behind her, and taunted all the Red Army soldiers: "Anyone who doesn't accept this, come over here!"

"It doesn't matter if it's one person, two people, three, four, five, or six people coming together!"

"Come on! I saw quite a lot of you were unconvinced at the beginning! Why are you all so quiet now?"

"Come! Come and hit me! I'm a weak girl!"

"Don't dare to take action? Hahahaha... If you don't dare to take action, then you are just a bunch of cowards who only dare to bully the weak. Your words are much harder than your fists!"

"Come on! I'm going to beat at least ten of them!"

"No way, no way? You guys can't even beat a woman, right? You guys can't beat a single woman like me, right?"

“! ! ! ”

Seeing that General Zhu and other officers had no clear objection, more than 20 men, some tall, some short, some thin, some strong, rushed towards the woman standing in the center.

Then he was beaten like a dog.

113 The Proud Red Army Remains Silent Again and Again

Two minutes later, all the Red Army soldiers besieging UMP45 fell to the ground groaning or even fainted.

Among them are many brave officers who are well-known throughout the army and "martial arts masters" of the guard regiment.

The "delicate woman" who had knocked down the thirty or so people who rushed up one after another was still standing there in good health. Not only was she not injured, but her clothes were not even wrinkled. At this point, all the Red Army soldiers, including General Zhu, were speechless.

This... is something that humans can do??

My eyes are blurry! !

UMP45 smiled and walked over to He Shifu, who had just taken advantage of the chaos to try and sneak up on her, but she had punched him, leaving him bleeding from the nose and falling to the ground.

"How's it going, Master He? Are you convinced?"

“…I’m convinced!”

He Shifu said sincerely, and then emphasized:

"For your fist and kick skills."

What you mean is that I only accept your fists and feet.

After all, he was a rare college graduate these days, had been abroad and seen the world, and had even worked at the grassroots level for several years. Even after being beaten like this, he was still very proud.

UMP45 smiled, not wanting to argue with Master He. She leisurely walked back to General Zhu and said loudly:

"So, you called me here just to ask me to help you punish these arrogant and fierce generals? Well, arrogance is true, but fierceness... I don't see it."

The faces of a group of Red Army commanders and fighters turned red and black, but they were completely powerless to refute.

Those who can come to this training ground today are definitely the elite talents of the Red Army; and those who just took action are all the best among the best.

As a result, it would be strange if anyone was in a good mood after being beaten into such a mess by a strange woman from outside.

General Zhu was the only one who was delighted, but he made no attempt to answer the question. He began introducing the people around him to UMP45: "Commissioner Matt, let me introduce you. This is Comrade Peng Dehuai... This is Comrade Chen Yi... This is..."

"Oh, hello."

"Hello, Commissioner Ma." "Hello, Comrade Ma."

After everyone finished greeting each other, they turned their attention to the gun in UMP45's hand. "Well, Officer Matt, our officers are concerned about the weapon in your hand..." "Oh, this one?"

UMP4 patted the UMP45 (2082 modified model) at his waist—a submachine gun that looked incredibly fine, completely different from the weapons in the hands of the Red Army. This caused the men to gulp. As a soldier, or even as a man, who wouldn't be interested in a good weapon?

If they knew that the woman before them was a more terrifying and superior weapon, they would probably like her more. Especially when someone is no longer a steel wdjahuyfdgafja...

"This gun is not suitable for the Red Army. I don't recommend it for you to use. Not to mention the bullets... Never mind, I'll demonstrate and you'll understand." Under UMP45's command, more than a dozen stones of different sizes were quickly erected on the wooden stakes used for training, placed in a staggered manner; then, she stood at least 100 meters away from the stakes, set up the submachine gun, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sounds rang out rapidly. It took less than three or four seconds to fire all fifteen rounds. Not a single stone was missed, and not a single wooden stake was damaged. All the officers and soldiers were shocked.

Shocked by the gun itself and the control of the gun owner.

Did the Red Army have such automatic guns that could fire continuously as long as the trigger was pulled? Of course they did.

Although the number is small, there are still guns such as the "flower machine gun" (German MP18/28 submachine gun), and some old Red Army soldiers are even very good at using them;

However, no one, like Agent Matt, could fire multiple rounds quickly and hit the target at a distance of over 100 meters. Not only was automatic guns difficult to control, but the Red Army's ammunition production rate was extremely low, making bullets extremely valuable. They were reluctant to use them in normal times, and naturally, they couldn't train to do so. And, besides, this was 100 meters!

The combat range of most Red Army soldiers is only this number or even lower!

Of course, this also had something to do with the fact that most Red Army soldiers were using "reloaded" bullets with erratic trajectory and inferior warheads. (They collected shell casings, loaded their own gunpowder, and used cast tin as their warheads; it was a miracle they had range and accuracy.) "You think this is how to use this gun? Wrong."

UMP45 swung the weapon in his hand, walked to the pile of wood, and with terrifying speed and ghostly agility, emptied two magazines. Then he called General Zhu and others over to examine the marks on the gun. "Look, this is the true fighting method of this gun. You can't afford it, and you can't produce this kind of bullet."

"

Now, no one doubted the UMP45's combat capabilities, and they understood why the other party hadn't recommended it. It wasn't that the Shihwa Revolutionary Party was being stingy, but rather that the Red Army simply couldn't afford such a battle.

In the best of times, each soldier only had 10 rounds of ammunition, and in the poorest times, the average was less than 3. Now, which soldier would dare to use this kind of shooting method, or they would be scolded to death by their superiors. And then there are these guns that have never been seen before, and bullets that have no manufacturing conditions...

Although this result had been guessed long ago, everyone was still a little disappointed.

General Zhu sighed and said:

"You're right. Guns and ammunition are always a big problem for us..." "Hmm..."

UMP45 thought for a moment and said: