The Revolutionary Army's management of society was quasi-military. Large-scale population census, ID card system, and the sale of food and salt at a fair price were combined to form a set of strict social management system.
Zhou Qingfeng and other transmigrators could hand over intelligence, security, and other work to the natives of this era, but these basic policies were handled personally. Anyone who dared to disobey would be severely punished. This was related to whether Uncle Zhou could sit firmly in his position, so he couldn't be careless.
In the past year, although the Revolutionary Army's social reform had brought a lot of trouble, it was still a lot of benefits for the civilians. But when it was time for large-scale mobilization, the government civil servants came with rosters and armed soldiers, but they wanted the families of the civilians to send strong men to fight the enemy.
"You can choose not to go, but you will be deprived of all the benefits you used to enjoy. Your house, your property, your family, and everything will no longer be protected by the government. You will no longer be regarded as a member of the people. Now make a decision, will you respond to the call and stand up bravely, or will you be a coward and lose everything? "
The civil servants who came to the door didn't have much to say. They were also reserve officers, and the mobilized strong men were often their subordinates, and the daily training was also carried out by them. Hearing the order to enlist, most of the militia members were stunned, and their children, parents, and wives would panic on the spot.
Obedient, crying, begging, and bribing. The first to be mobilized, Tianjin City was quickly lit up with thousands of lights. The extreme ones were unwilling to be enlisted. Even if the consequences were repeatedly explained, there were still some who were afraid of going to war and retreated. But most of the militia members still chose to obey.
"Mobilized personnel don't need to bring any luggage, the army will arrange it for you."
"Say goodbye to your family. Although you may not be sent to the battlefield, there is still a possibility of sacrifice."
"For those who are unwilling to serve the country, immediately get out of the house allocated by the government. You will lose everything. "
The names on the roster were shouted loudly, and the streets became crowded with people. The platoon level militia officers were counting the number of people, and after counting, they shouted a few commands and immediately took the people away, ready to go to the battlefield.
The city was immediately filled with cries. Parents cried for their children, wives cried for their husbands, and children cried for their fathers. There were also courageous militiamen who lined up and left while shouting with tears in their eyes, "Go back, don't cry, I'm going to fight for a future for you." We definitely won't lose. Even if I die, you can still live well for the rest of your lives. '
A month ago, when they attacked the Ming Ting's capital, the 'revolutionary army' also mobilized once. Fifty thousand militiamen and one hundred thousand workers were pulled to the front lines. But fighting the Ming Army and fighting Kennu were two completely different things. The civilians knew that the Ming Army was weak and would surrender without a fight, so they were willing to fight. However, this Kennu was extremely ferocious. He really knew how to kill. How miserable the Han people of Liaodong were, the newspapers had repeatedly reported.
Sang Quanlai studied at Jinzhou University for a year, and then he received a junior high education in the Blessed and Heavenly Land. He originally thought that he could become an official in the government, but the sudden war made him a platoon leader of the militia. He was also suddenly summoned in the middle of the night, holding a roster in his hand to recruit subordinates.
While others were recruiting in the city, Sang Quanlai was assigned to the collective farm outside Tientsin City. When he knocked on the door of each household and said the long list of recruitment oaths with a straight face, he saw faces with different expressions.
Most of them were surprised, some were silent, some were crying, some were begging, some were pretending to be sick, and some were even looking for excuses to delay time and then escape by jumping over the wall. The militia platoon was very large, and Sang Quanlai listed more than seventy names on the roster. Most of the people followed behind him obediently, and only a few refused to be recruited. These few people would not have a good ending.
The militiamen had to train once a week. Their tactical quality was definitely not as good as that of the regular army, but their psychological quality was not too bad. When many people heard that they were going to fight Kennu, although they were helpless, they happily kowtowed to their parents a few times, wiped their tears with their sleeves, and followed the troops.
Sang Quanlai was the same. When he learned that he was selected to support the front lines, he was completely dumbfounded. But he had no choice. His parents, brothers, and sisters all lived in the 'revolutionary army' system. If he did not go, he would be a burden to his family. This was something that he would rather die in battle than accept.
When the troops were assembled, the heavy pressure made everyone feel uncomfortable. Sang Quanlai's face was also gloomy. After he appointed the deputy platoon leader and several squad leaders, he shouted to the platoon, "Everyone, be more spirited. If you want to live, you have to have a bit of ambition. Play a song for me to wake me up. 'We … are soldiers.' Ready, sing! "
The first line was only sung by Sang Quanlai alone. The second line, there were only a few people singing. When the third line began, the song gradually became louder. When the song reached 'Since leaving home, it's hard to see father and mother', the people in the platoon began to shout at the top of their lungs. The roar shook the entire platoon, waking up the other companies that were recruited, and they all joined in the chorus.
When the troops were assembled, four-wheeled carriages pulled the singing troops away, letting their song echo in the dark night. Outside the city, the farms were lit up with lanterns, and countless people were sending off their children.
Hearing the song, no one did not shed tears, and no one did not feel moved. Some people rushed back home to cook some eggs, steam some hot buns, and then hurriedly stuff them into the carriages. They knew that the children they were sending away were not their own, but they still gave the food and drinks to the soldiers without caring about the cost.
Sang Quanlai sat at the back of a carriage. When they passed by a farm, many people gave them things with tears in their eyes. An old mother did not know him, but she stuffed two pancakes into his hands and cried, "Son, you have to come back. Mother is waiting for you to come back and marry a wife for you. "
When Sang Quanlai heard this, his throat choked, and he panicked. He was only 17 after the New Year, the youngest of the five brothers in his family. He was loved since birth. But now, he was going to the battlefield alone with dozens of subordinates. He thought that his mother must be worried, so he could not help but shout to his mother who was holding his hand outside the carriage, "Mother, I will definitely come back. Wait for me to come back."
This mother and son who did not know each other held hands and shouted for a long time before they separated. Sang Quanlai wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. He remembered that he was a platoon leader, so he could not appear too weak. But when he raised his head to look inside the carriage, he saw that none of the soldiers looked down on him. They just cried together.
There was a National Defense Army's recruit training center in Tianjin. The recruited soldiers were all sent to the center to receive their uniforms and equipment. Compared to the well-equipped regular army, the weapons of the militia were two or three grades behind. There were no cavalry, and there were few artillery. Most of them were infantry. Their weapons were simplified flintlocks without rifling, and they did not have the accurate but expensive Mini bullets.
Sang Quanlai was glad that his troops did not receive matchlock guns. Matchlock guns were cheaper, but they were cumbersome and required a lot of training, so they were not suitable for the militia. In addition, the militia received a lot of defensive grenades. They did not pull the fuses, but directly put the fuses. This thing was powerful and had a lot of ammunition, but its disadvantage was that it was cumbersome.
The assembled militia would be organized in the recruit training camp for about a day, and the next day they would board the ship and go to Liaoxi Corridor. A large number of commercial ships and naval ships were transferred to transport the militia to the battlefield to supplement the defense line where the regular army did not have enough soldiers.
Some of the mobilized militia were lucky. They were arranged to be at the passes and fixed defense lines. During the whole war, they just received high-intensity combat training, and then returned home safely. But a small number of the militia were sent to the most intense areas of the war to intercept the most ferocious enemies until the last drop of blood.
Sang Quanlai finished organizing his platoon with great difficulty and stayed in the training center at night. He stared in the dark, not knowing where he would be sent. Just as he was worried about his fate, his parents in the faraway Jin Province were also facing great fear. The Sang family had five men. The eldest, Sang Wenlai, was already a brigade commander, and the other three brothers were working in the machinery factory.
Only the fifth brother was in Tianjin.
"Do you think our youngest son will be sent to war?" The old lady of the Sang family pulled the head of the family, Sang Youshen. "We already have a soldier in our family. Don't you have a good relationship with the Grand Marshal? Why don't you go and ask him to exempt our youngest son from military service? I want him by my side now. I can only feel at ease when I see him. "
Jinzhou was also recruiting militia reserves. A large number of young people left their homes and gathered to form an army. The movement in the middle of the night was so big that Sang Youshen's family was alarmed. But the 'revolutionary army' ordered to mobilize, but they would not mobilize their precious technicians to go to war. The Sang family was not worried about Sang Wenlai, but they were worried about their youngest son, Sang Quanlai.
Although it was dark, the streets were full of people, and the torches were dazzling.
Almost every family had a child in the army. This scene scared the old lady of the Sang family. She stood at the door of her house and pushed Sang Youshen away. "You old geezer, say something! You are a person of merit. Can't you be thick-skinned and ask for help? "
Sang Youshen stood in front of the door like a fool. After being pushed by his wife a few times, he shouted, "What can I ask for? If our youngest son is sent to war in Tianjin, what can I ask for in Jinzhou? Didn't you hear what the people recruiting said? This is a national war, a national war! If we lose, we won't be the only ones who will be finished. "
After shouting a few times, Sang Youshen's eyes became moist, "Our youngest son has never suffered before, and he is not in front of us. As his father, I don't know what to do. Sigh … "He sighed, tidied his clothes, and left the house. His wife shouted from behind, "Old man, where are you going?"
"Where can I go?" Sang Youshen stamped his feet and shouted with a hoarse voice, "I'm going to the factory. I'm going to find some work. Since it is a national war, we have to do our part. Just think of it as doing our best for our youngest son. I also hope that he can come back safely. "
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