1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"Chairman Li and Instructor Ma said that beating people is strictly prohibited in the Red Army! Violators will be thrown into a small dark room!"

"You boy!"

Xu Shiyou raised his hand in a gesture, and seeing Wen Yucheng shrink his head, he said unhappily, "That's enough! If you have something to say, just say it and fart!"

He absolutely wouldn't dare to hit anyone.

A few half-joking insults are fine, but if someone dares to hit someone, UMP45 will show him what it means to "punch you in the chest with my little fists."

Just smash it with a hammer.

“Uncivilized…”

Wen Yucheng muttered a few words, but he didn't dare to continue joking. He asked, "Commander, what are we waiting for here?"

"Wait for our new political commissar!"

When equipping this "Inner Mongolia Cavalry Division" with cadres, Li Desheng considered it seriously for a long time.

There must be cadres from other places, there must be local cadres, there must be Han cadres, there must be cadres from ethnic minorities...all aspects must be balanced, otherwise it will easily lead to conflicts.

In the past, this kind of thing was basically done by Wu Hao. Now he does it himself. To be honest, he is a little bit clumsy because he was suppressed for a period of time.

Especially for the key position of political commissar, the person was finally found at the critical moment.

"What's it called... Ukraine?" Xu Shiyou scratched his head.

"No, it seems to be Ulan... Ulanfu! Yes! Ulanfu!"

"Comrades from Mongolia?"

"Well, I heard that he's been a party member longer than me, and he studied at Sun Yat-sen University in the Soviet Union and was a top student..."

"Oh..."

As the two chatted, the smell of goat and the stench that could make your nose numb drifted towards them again. Xu Shiyou couldn't stand it anymore and checked his watch:

"Forget it! The political commissar might have been delayed. Let's do more important things first!"

"What?"

"Boil water! Take a bath!"

Thanks to the efforts of hundreds of cavalry division officers and soldiers (I don't like to use the term "officers and soldiers") and more local cadres and local people, hundreds of big pots were set up and hot water was boiled.

Then, the soldiers of the "Cavalry Division" were forced to take off all their clothes (actually they didn't have much clothes) and get into a pot or bucket with the temperature adjusted to prepare for a bath.

The cries and shouts shook the sky.

There was no special reason. Everyone just remembered the legend about Jamukha on the grassland and thought they were going to be cooked and eaten.

Even so, they did not dare to resist.

Fortunately, including the division commander Xu Shiyou, the Communist Party cadres took large brushes, rough towels and even loofahs, and began to bathe these soldiers who had never taken a bath in their lives, just like washing pigs for the New Year. This slightly stabilized the morale of the army.

I say “slightly” because some people are still crying;

These people felt that the Red Army was too dirty and wanted to wash them clean before cooking them... After rubbing off two pounds of mud from each person and changing three pots of water, when it was already dark, the coal and firewood were almost burned out, and the cadres were almost exhausted, they finally washed all the local soldiers in the division and shaved their heads.

This time, the mutton smell and bad smell were finally eliminated a lot.

Xu Shiyou, sweating profusely and shirtless, stood with his hands on his hips, watching the soldiers timidly put on new uniforms and burn old clothes under the orders and earnest instructions of the cadres, and nodded with satisfaction:

"That's what a human being should be like..."

Comrade Ma Shiwu loves cleanliness, and everyone loves cleanliness.

It's not like there are no conditions, who wants to get themselves dirty?

Moreover, as the instructor said, many diseases such as malaria and cholera are caused by uncleanliness and a dirty environment. They have a great impact on the combat effectiveness of the troops and must be taken extremely seriously.

Commander Xu was satisfied for less than a minute before frowning again:

“Too thin…”

The word "skinny" is too much of an exaggeration to describe these "soldiers". Many of them are just skin and bones, trembling even when standing, and make people suspect that they will die at any time.

Damn the Mongol princes, how terribly they oppressed these poor people!

This is clearly a grassland with herds of cattle and sheep, could it be that they have hardly ever eaten meat?

Xu Shiyou was about to give the order: "Come here! Bring the meat first..."

As the words were about to come out of his mouth, Commander Xu took them back.

Wait a minute, I remember the instructor said that people who have been hungry for a long time should not eat greasy food right away, and they should not overeat, otherwise they will easily die.

right!

Chapter 3 of the Basic Knowledge Handbook of Military and Civilian Dual Use has mentioned this!

"Come here! Bring the porridge first! Tell them to eat it in small bites! Anyone who dares to drink it in big gulps will not be allowed to eat today! I mean...Mongol First Baturu will punish them too!"

So, under the watchful eyes and "threats" of the cadres, thousands of Mongolian soldiers once again tremblingly and with unfamiliar movements picked up their wooden bowls and began to eat in small mouthfuls - the first time they had eaten white rice porridge in their lives.

After the soldiers licked the bottom of the first bowl of porridge clean, the cadres ordered them to put the bowls away and served the second bowl.

This time, the porridge was thicker than before, and it also contained some minced mutton. They were still asked to eat it with the same instructions.

Xu Shiyou felt a little strange.

Alas?

Why isn't anyone crying?

When we did this in other places before, everyone cried while eating and then cried to join the Red Army, right?

Later he learned that the soldiers ate with the mood of "This is probably the last meal before execution/a meal to buy life. We will definitely be killed later, but being able to have such a full meal before death is enough to live a long life."

Since it is a "mutually agreed transaction", you pay the "money" and I risk my life, there is naturally nothing to cry about.

Just as everyone was "eating their last meal in life", one soldier suddenly felt a lump in his throat and vomited everything he had just eaten with a loud "wow"!

Um?

The CCP cadre nearby initially thought it was gastrointestinal discomfort caused by being hungry for a long time or not having eaten proper food for a long time, but soon, when the soldier began to have fecal incontinence, he realized something was wrong:

This is not ordinary vomiting, it is most likely cholera!

Since the first case of cholera was discovered in Shanghai in April this year, cases have been found in Wuhan, Xiangyang, Weinan, Xi'an and other regions, and the disease has spread all the way to the surrounding areas.

Worse still, the local KMT governments not only failed to address the issue, but also deliberately shifted the blame, insisting that the epidemic was caused by Japanese poisoning (although that wasn't impossible).

As a result, the common people gave up on seeking medical treatment and "made airplanes and ships out of colored paper, pointing them at Japan, hoping that all Japanese people would be infected with the disease and die. Every street and town played gongs and drums, and burned them to send off the disease."

As a result, many cities and towns missed the best period for prevention and control, leading to a more severe outbreak.

Due to poor sanitary conditions, insufficient knowledge of cholera, widespread superstition, and a large-scale drought and famine that occurred between 1928 and 1930, the epidemic in Shaanxi was more severe than in other areas.

At the most horrific time, small counties like Dali and Huayin could see hundreds of people die in a single day, and entire villages and towns vanished within just a few months.

Because so many people died so quickly, the already nearly nonexistent medical system collapsed completely, and the local government could only drag the bodies into the ditch and bury them hastily, calling it the "Ten Thousand People Trench";

In the end, the number of infections and deaths could no longer be counted, and the government simply gave up counting altogether.

Anyway, as long as I don’t count it, the epidemic doesn’t exist!

Fortunately, Yang Hucheng was quick to react. He spotted something was amiss and immediately organized the Civil Affairs Department, the public security police, the military, and other departments to take preventive measures. His strict orders effectively contained the further spread of the epidemic.

(Speaking of this, I'm reminded of a weird short video I saw a while ago, which said, "The reason why Chinese police are called public security instead of police is because the Kuomintang has ruined the name 'police'.")

(Does he know the origin of the word "police station"?)

Therefore, when the Red Army, which had already established a basic health protection mechanism and even had cholera vaccinations for everyone, marched north to Shaanxi, not only did the epidemic not break out within the army, but the army even had enough spare capacity to help the people along the way.

This wave is a rare occasion where the Kuomintang and the Communist Party have joined forces to do something beneficial to the people.

After briefly checking the contents of the vomit and the shape of the feces, and combining the experience of the journey north, the Communist Party cadres next to the soldier immediately confirmed this and quickly reported it to Xu Shiyou.

"Oh, cholera..."

Because he had sufficient experience and medicine, Xu Shiyou was not nervous and just waved his hand casually:

"Call the medical staff and we'll handle it according to the plan." "Yes!"

Soon, several soldiers who had eaten, lived or had contact with the sick soldiers in recent times were found out. After learning that they were going to be taken away, they knelt down and kowtowed to Xu Shiyou and others, crying and mumbling.

"What are they talking about?"

"Uh... they said they're not sick. Please, Master... ah, Master, please don't kill them."

Xu Shiyou sighed again:

"Ask them, on the grasslands, do you have to kill animals if they get sick?" "...Well, they said, yes. No one cares about common illnesses, but if it's an infectious disease like cholera, they usually kill it immediately when symptoms appear and then discard or burn it."

No wonder, despite the considerable trade between the north and the south, and the cholera epidemic having reached Yulin, it didn't seem to have spread much to the grasslands. It turns out it's not just because of the vast land and sparse population...

"Tell them we are not going to kill people. We will save those who are sick, and those who are not sick will just be isolated to see if they have any symptoms. If not, they can come back immediately."

The Mongolian translator spoke and gestured for a long time before the soldiers finally understood what he meant. For the first time, an expression of disbelief and disbelief appeared in their cloudy eyes.

Save... us? How is that possible?

Shouldn't we just trick him aside and kill him? No, there's no need to trick him!

When Zasak wants to kill us, doesn't he just kill us directly?

However, after medical staff arrived with quicklime and other disinfectants and began a series of treatment and disinfection work, they had to believe it again.

Although I couldn't understand things like injecting rehydration fluids, the fact that sick soldiers were washed, placed on stretchers, and contaminated new clothes were burned showed that this was not a murder.

Why bother killing someone?

Just chop him with a knife or shoot him to death and that's it!

For the first time in their lives, the soldiers felt that their miserable lives of living and waiting to die since birth seemed a little different.

After the infected soldiers and close contacts were taken away, the commotion at the scene quickly subsided, but the atmosphere was obviously different from before.

It's unclear, the way is unclear.

At this time, the third bowl of porridge was served.

Compared to the previous two bowls, this one was not only thicker, but each bowl also contained three large slices of mutton, each two fingers wide!

The sounds of swallowing saliva continued to be heard, but no one picked up the wooden spoon or bowl. They just stared at Xu Shiyou on the stage, waiting for his orders.

Because before they came, they were told that this person was the direct disciple of "the first pearl of the grassland and the first Baturu". If they dared not obey his orders, they would be punished by God and would not rest in peace after death.

Xu Shiyou didn't know what these people were thinking, he just sighed: With such strict discipline, they would definitely be a good group of soldiers if they were well-fed... "It's still the same as before! Eat slowly!"

After 3-5 minutes, the third bowl of meat porridge was also finished.

I don’t know if it was because they were full or because of the firelight, but the soldiers’ dark faces began to show rosy color.

When people are hungry, in order to ensure basic physiological functions, they have no energy to think, so they appear dull and stupid.

But once they are full, they have extra blood sugar to supply their brains to think about something.

For example, these high officials before us, who bathed us, clothed us in new clothes, treated our illnesses, and fed us such precious food, what were they trying to do?

He doesn't want to be the Khan of the grassland, right? Then it seems we have no choice but to follow him.

If you eat and wear other people's things, you have to sell your life to them, right?

Everyone was waiting for the news of the sacrifice. However, Xu Shiyou on the stage looked at the road in the distance, which was still dark, and gave the order:

"All troops! Fires off! Go to camp! Go to sleep!"

.. '

The next morning, Ulanfu, the new acting political commissar of the Inner Mongolian Cavalry Division, who had been delayed by some matters, rushed to the garrison and was shocked to find Xu Shiyou holding several tied-up soldiers and roaring:

“Tell me! Why are you running away!?”

366 Turning a Ghost into a Human

What...what is this doing?

Ulanhu, the future General of the People's Liberation Army, Vice President of the State, Vice Chairman of the National People's Congress, Vice Chairman of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and Minister of the United Front Work Department, was deeply troubled when he realized that the man in front of him, whose face was red with anger and who seemed to be about to beat the soldiers, was Xu Shiyou.

Is my new partner so bad-tempered?

Although Ulanhu also felt that corporal punishment and beating and scolding soldiers was nothing big as long as it was not for the sake of corporal punishment, beating someone in front of his new partner did not make a good first impression.

Sensing someone approaching, Xu Shiyou turned his head while holding the soldier's collar and saw the security officer approaching with a tall man. He immediately understood their intentions:

"Comrade Ulanhu?"