On the outskirts of a small village that had been very dilapidated due to the war, at the intersection of an uneven dirt road, a tank slowly rolled its tracks and finally stopped at the intersection.
The soldiers sitting on the No. 4 tank began to jump off after the tank stopped. They were carrying Thompson submachine guns, and their leather boots hit the ground with a muffled sound.
Then, on the truck parked behind the tank, soldiers one after another got out of the truck and began to organize their weapons.
"You all know the mission, right?" The leading officer looked at his subordinates who had joined together and asked in a hoarse voice.
"I know!" all the soldiers replied in unison.
"Then take action! The target must be killed!" The officer glanced at his watch, raised his head and waved his palm forward.
All the soldiers began to rush forward, and the orderly steps made a very pleasant sound. On the road to the small village, the farmer who got up early carrying a hoe just went out, and was startled by these soldiers who suddenly appeared at the door.
"I'm a good person!" He swallowed and said to the Tang Army soldier wearing an M35 helmet who passed by him.
"It's okay, sir! We are here to arrest Zhang Jia, the criminal who oppresses the farmers." The leading officer, holding the pistol on his waist, stopped and said with a smile.
"His home is over there!" As soon as he heard that they were here to arrest that bastard landowner, the farmer turned around and pointed the direction.
The leading officer smiled, tilted his head slightly, and held the brim of his hat with his hand: "It seems we have arrested the wrong person."
"You should have come earlier! This bastard has done too many bad things." The farmer said excitedly: "You won't let him back again, right?"
"No...he's dead." The officer patted the M1911 pistol gently with his hand on the holster on his waist. He still smiled as he spoke, not looking like he was preparing to kill anyone.
"Really?" The farmer was not afraid, but looked very excited. He looked towards the direction of the troops and put down the hoe on his shoulders: "How about I take you to find him?"
"No, there may be a gun battle over there for a while, and it will probably be very dangerous. This is a military operation." The officer waved his hand and rejected the farmer's kindness: "Starting from tomorrow, the herdsman officer will take over here, and everything will be done by then."
If we have to follow the law, it will be inconvenient for us to take action."
He paused, and then continued to explain: "So we came over quickly today to get things done first."
While talking, the troops had already blocked the gate of the landlord's yard. Several people knocked on the door. The moment the other party's servant opened the door, more than a dozen soldiers swarmed in and rushed into the large area.
Small manor.
"You should have come earlier, you should have come earlier. If you had come a few years earlier, many people in the village, including my father, would not have died." The farmer looked at the soldiers rushing into the yard with red eyes and said to
The officer beside him said.
"Who are you?" someone asked loudly in the yard, and the answer was a crisp gunshot. Then the whole village came out to watch the fun, pointing at the landlord's yard where the gunshots continued.
But obviously, the villagers did not panic, nor did they flee. Because the gunfight broke out at the landlord's house, they even felt a little gloating.
"Help! I surrender! I surrender!" Soon, someone shouted loudly again, and the sounds of women's howling and crying were also heard one after another.
At this time, an off-road vehicle bumped along at a fast speed, passed the tank parked at the entrance of the village, drove along the road to where the officer was standing, and then braked suddenly and stopped.
The car door was pushed open, and a young man jumped out. He was not wearing a military uniform, but was wearing a set of clothes similar to a Chinese tunic suit, except that the top was longer and the hem could cover his thighs.
When he jumped out of the car, he was in such a hurry that he even sprained his legs. He limped in pain and walked to the officer, and shouted sternly: "Are your military crazy?"
"Our military? Are you crazy?" The officer looked at the lame man in front of him and pretended to be a little confused and asked: "Why do you ask that?"
"I am the civil affairs officer here! You cannot illegally massacre any civilians here!" The young man pointed at his chest and yelled loudly.
The officer casually took out the cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth. Then he threw away the lighter with a clang, held the flame of the lighter with his hand, lit the cigarette to his mouth and blew out a stream of white mist.
The officer clicked the lid of the lighter, took two puffs of the cigarette, and then said in a puff of smoke: "You will only officially take over this place tomorrow. Now it is still in a state of war, and it is still owned by the garrison, that is, us."
Group management! Do you understand?”
"You are arrogant! Do you know what you are doing? I want you to explain to me what you are doing now! What! What!" The young man pointed at the direction where the gunshots kept coming, and asked sternly.
Emphasis on each word.
"This is a military operation...Military operations must be kept confidential, and civilian departments have no right to inquire." The officer raised his shield.
"You! As the appointed head of the local civil affairs department, I now ask you to explain the illegal massacre of civilians!" The young man moved his ankles while continuing to refuse.
"Well, since you asked, we suspect that there is a rebel in this village, and he is plotting to attack the incoming civil affairs chief here." The officer flicked the ashes of his cigarette and looked at the young man and explained.
"Me? Are you saying that Zhang Jia and his family are plotting to assassinate me?" The young man looked disbelieving, but he was helpless.
He has the right to ask the military commander to produce evidence, but this process is more troublesome. One year after the military arranges witnesses and forges evidence, his application process may not be completed yet.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Even though Datang Group is resolute and fast in almost everything, in some processes it is really no different from a group of office sloths.
It's not a deliberate delay, but there are too few people in the office, the department is not that important, and it is not taken seriously. In short... there is no one, no conditions, and no time...
This is really a helpless move, because people are being hired everywhere, there are vacancies everywhere, development and expansion are happening everywhere, and it is normal for some departments to be unable to keep up with the pace.
"Yes, we received a report that they were hiding guns and raising killers." The officer said seriously.
"I...this is Qi State! You can find some guns for self-defense in any house of a landlord or a wealthy noble! They have servants guarding the courtyard, who are the killers you call them!" The young man said to this question
This kind of thing is really too familiar.
This is frame-up! This is taking human life lightly.
"For the military, as long as it is a threat...even a potential threat, it must be cleared up." The officer's eyes became sharp and he said seriously: "We do not take risks and do not gamble with the lives of any of our own people.
The idea that 'the other person is safe'."
"For us, the fact that they have guns and are unwilling to cooperate with us is already a reason to eliminate them." He held the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled deeply again. The cigarette quickly turned into ashes and burned.
The tobacco leaves also turned red.
"But this is still a waste of human life. Tomorrow... this place will be separated from wartime control and turned into a safe zone." The young man looked at the officer: "What you are doing is a typical military intervention in local affairs."
"I don't dare, don't blame me." The officer quickly denied: "And this is for your own good, so don't be ungrateful."
"You killed the people under my rule the day before I took office, and you said it was because of me..." Halfway through his words, the young civil affairs official couldn't say any more.
He raised his head, stared at the officer, and said nothing for a long time.
The gunshots in the distance gradually subsided. The whole family of Zhang Jia, the landlord who had been domineering here for decades, was completely killed, and no one escaped.
The army made the decision, and all the gold coins owned by the landlords were to be confiscated. However, due to time constraints, they could only be left to the local civil affairs officials to take over. The rest, including furniture, clothing, utensils and food, were equally distributed to everyone in the village today.
civilian.
Land owned by landlords is distributed by civil officials to civilians who lack the means of production. Frankly speaking, this is equivalent to another redistribution of wealth.
But the purpose of the military is not that simple. If it is just to kill these old aristocrats and old forces of Qi and divide their property, the military may not bother to do it at all.
In fact, this kind of thing is unfolding on a large scale in Qi State. Soldiers in almost all military stations are doing this. They have opened up their barracks and once again appeared in the villages in Qi State's occupied areas with great force, and put the people inside
The old aristocrats, old landlords, and old local tyrants and evil gentry of Qi were bloody eradicated...
"Do you understand?" The officer threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot.
The young civil affairs officer sighed: "You just kill people just to get me some start-up capital?"
"Ha! What you have in mind is so beautiful!" the officer sneered: "That's just the least important purpose!"
He became serious and stared at the young man in front of him: "You only have one life. It's enough for us to risk our lives. You still have a good life... Do you remember what I said? Even potential threats must be eliminated! We won't
I hope there will be another Sun Ze, and you and all the civil affairs officials will live well. This is the second purpose, understand?"
After speaking, he stood at attention and saluted: "Of course, killing these uncooperative people so that His Majesty's decree can be implemented more accurately, more faithfully, and more quickly... is the highest goal."
Looking at the courtyard of the landlord's house not far away, the young civil affairs official twisted his ankle again, feeling pain again: "Is there any smoke?"
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I have severe back pain and am writing very slowly. I can only maintain two updates. Please forgive me...
