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Chapter 39

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In the pitch-black forest, a small bamboo building was illuminated by a dim yellow light. The dim yellow light was particularly conspicuous in the pitch-black environment.

Under the dim yellow light, four men dressed in green and black coarse clothes and a young woman dressed in pink and red checkered clothes were discussing something around a table.

Alright.

That's all I want to say. I hope that all of you can carry out the task assigned to you by the organization.

A middle-aged man who looked like a leader stood up from his chair. He tidied up the photos and documents on the table, preparing to leave the meeting.

Comrades, do you have anything to add?

If not, we will end the meeting. It's already very late. You should rest early. Tomorrow morning, you have to rush to the villages for ideological mobilization meetings.

Lê Tân, I have something to say! The young woman sitting beside the middle-aged leader raised her right hand. Her gesture was like a primary school student answering a teacher's question in class.

Oh, comrade Chen Baihe, what do you think?

The middle-aged man who was addressed as Lê Tân saw someone speaking beside him. He raised his eyes and looked at the other party. He raised his hand, indicating that the other party could speak. The young woman named Chen Baihe saw that the leader had agreed and stood up to speak.

Lê Tân, Political Commissar Wu.

I don't really understand what you said just now. I don't really understand the meaning behind it. I'm just a girl who grew up in the mountains. I've thought about the conditions that you asked us to meet. I feel that it's difficult to meet them.

I hope that the leader can give us some support. For example, send some experienced war instructors to me. "

With a loud bang, Lê Tân slammed his hand on the table. Difficult? What's the difficulty? Isn't it just mobilizing the civilians to join the guerrillas? Can't you do such a simple thing? You're in trouble, he's in trouble, I'm also in trouble. Everyone is making requests to the organization. How can the organization handle it?

This is a special period. Comrade Chen Baihe, we've trained you for six years. Now is the time for you to perform to the organization. You have to believe in your own ability. Don't bow down to difficulties. Overcome all difficulties and strive to advance towards victory!

Chen Baihe was startled by Lê Tạn's loud voice and answered in a crisp voice.

Lê Tân, you haven't been to the grass-roots level, so you wouldn't know. The people in the villages are illiterate. The folkways are crude and intrepid, and the feudal superstition is very strong. Without a few months' time, it's impossible to start the work. And this is only limited to our northern region. The clans in the south are very powerful. Even now, I still haven't been able to start work.

I might be an uncouth man, but I could at least read a few words. Most of the people there were illiterate, almost as if they were blind with their eyes open. When we posted the notice on the wall, the villagers thought it was a curse cast by a wizard. As soon as we posted the notice on the wall, the villagers burned incense and knelt in front of the corner of the wall.

We propagandize and reason with them. They even treated us as bandits. In less than ten minutes, the crowd dispersed.

I pulled an old man over to tell him about our organization. I told him about those evil landlords and black-hearted capitalists and comprador. In the end, the old man turned around and earnestly advised me to lay down my butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. To get rid of the sea of bitterness as soon as possible!

The worst was yet to come. The landlords in the villages hated us very much. Every time we went to propagandize, they would obstruct us. Once, we went to a fisherman's house to propagandize, but we were chased out of the house with a pole and a stool.

After this incident, the villagers would hide from us whenever they saw us. They treated us as if we were man-eating tigers. Chen Baihe chattered on and on with Lê Tân about her difficult situation. She didn't notice that Lê Tân's face was getting uglier and uglier.

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