In the open space of the small gold mine, there were two groups, one was a slightly larger group of about 600 people, and the other was more than 2,000 Chinese people with pigtails standing crookedly.
Liu Zhenming stood upright in the front and center. He looked at everyone with an expressionless face. He only saw those people standing crookedly with hair all over their bodies, so he had to stand up straighter.
Liu Zhenming originally planned to launch a sweep today, but the soldiers who went to investigate reported back that the white people around him had withdrawn to the town, leaving him unable to find the target for a while.
In desperation, Liu Zhenming turned to training soldiers.
Before the training, Liu Zhenming had to select about a thousand people from the more than two thousand newcomers to join the army. Not all of them were suitable for fighting, and the rest would still enter the logistics team.
However, when he saw the performance of the newcomers, he felt that it would be extremely difficult to select a thousand people from here.
Moreover, not all Chinese workers live a life worse than death in black mines. Some mines are still able to survive. As long as these Chinese workers grit their teeth, they can make money and then return to their country to live a stable life.
In other words, not all people want to rebel with Liu Zhenming, maybe some of them are still thinking of finding an opportunity to escape.
Although Liu Zhenming could use coercive means to control them, such as asking them to kill several white people and cut off their braids, this was only the lowest form of control.
If he could make them follow him willingly, that would be the most brilliant method. Although Liu Zhenming was unsure, he didn't mind giving it a try.
The first thing Liu Zhenming thought of was to hold a denunciation meeting to let everyone speak out about the unfair treatment they suffered here, and then share the same hatred and hatred towards the white people. Finally, he would use both kindness and power to let everyone see a bright future.
Originally, there was still a little bit of discussion below, but when Liu Zhenming's sharp eyes swept across each face, everything below became silent. Everyone seemed to feel the solemn atmosphere, and everyone quietly straightened up.
body.
This young man is not simple, he is dignified. This is the second impression the miners below have of Liu Zhenming.
The first impression is naturally that Liu Zhenming led his soldiers to kill white people.
Liu Zhenming put his hands behind his back, walked from the front to the back of the team, then turned back to stand, and said in a deep voice: "Perhaps there are some of you who don't know me, so I will briefly tell you a few words about my deeds."
Liu Zhenming began to put gold on his face, and said without shame or heartbeat: "Just three months ago, I was just like you, but,..."
With a nonchalant expression, Liu Zhenming told how he assassinated the President of the United States and how he escaped to Canada. However, his words and sentences were thrilling, and he occasionally showed an expression of concern for the country and the people.
That expression of putting the world first and others first made everyone below him respect him unconsciously.
However, if Liu Bei were here, he would definitely criticize Liu Zhenming mercilessly: "Young boy, I just learned a little bit from someone and started using it here."
The expressions on the faces of the Chinese people below had changed from casual to nervous. When Liu Zhenming talked about the suffering suffered by all Chinese, they became extremely angry. Their emotions had already fluctuated with Liu Zhenming's words.
"Are we inferior?"
Liu Zhenming asked sternly, and before anyone could answer, he continued to reply loudly: "No, as long as we don't treat ourselves as inferiors, no one will dare to treat us as inferiors, just on the mountain not far away
Underfoot, there are more than a thousand corpses of white people buried, which is the result of their contempt for us."
Hearing Liu Zhenming's murderous words, everyone below was silent...
"Everything is because the white people don't give us a way to survive, so we have to fight for a way to survive on our own, and our Chinese Self-Rescue Army is an army that makes decisions for everyone, and it is an army that allows us to live with dignity.
army."
"Foreigners have always believed in natural selection and survival of the fittest. Compared to us humans, it means that the big fist is the truth. The truth is always within the range of the cannon. To deal with them, we can only use force to force against force and force to force.
Otherwise, you will just be bullied like before."
After Liu Zhenming finished speaking, he quietly looked at a lame man in the queue. This was a man Liu Zhenming had communicated with before, and he would take the lead in telling the story of his suffering.
The lame man received the signal and stepped forward without any hesitation.
"Mr. Liu is right. My leg was broken in the hands of foreigners. Remember..."
After a while, the entire venue was filled with angry curses. Everyone was tearfully complaining about all the shortcomings of white people. There was no need for Liu Zhenming to continue to sow discord. This accusation meeting was already very successful.
Liu Zhenming walked up to the veterans of the Self-Rescue Army. These people didn't need to say anything at all, they just needed to go straight into training.
Liu Zhenming took out the training outline he had written, handed it to Ye Geyin with one hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ge'er, it's up to you to train these veterans. Just follow the above plan step by step."
This is nothing more than some basic military training, including formation, shooting, hiding, fighting, etc.
Ye Geyin took it and flipped through a few pages, then raised his head with a confused look on his face and said with an embarrassed look: "Batalion Commander, I don't know many words."
Liu Zhenming was stunned at first, and then he looked even more embarrassed than Ye Geyin, because it was not that Ye Geyin was illiterate, but that he wrote in simplified Chinese characters.
What a shame.
"Xiao Ge'er, I don't read much, so I used a lot of typos. I'll tell you what I mean later, and you can just write it down. Now, practice some of their military moves according to the basic infantry drills." Liu Zhenming's face changed.
He said with a slight blush, and then he found that no one from the health team or the logistics team showed up, so he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Ji Li, where are Lao Xu and others from the health team?"
"Batalion Commander, do they also need to train?" Ye Geyin asked solemnly.
Liu Zhenming frowned at first, and then said solemnly: "Everyone also needs to train, but the requirements are lower. Who knows what will happen in the future, maybe they will also need to go to the battlefield."
"Battal Commander, it's better for you to train them. It's a little inconvenient for me." Ye Geyin replied with a shy look on his face.
Only then did Liu Zhenming remember that there were twenty-eight female dependents in the logistics team and the health team. In addition to the married ones, including Ji Li and Han Qiaoer, there were also eighteen young women.
There will inevitably be skin-to-skin contact during training, which is why Ye Geyin is so coquettish.
Only then did Liu Zhenming remember what era we were in now. In China, it was a virtue for a woman not to have talent. Even in these powerful countries, women's status was lower than that of men. Until after the First World War, a large number of male labor forces were lost, and women's
His status began to improve.
Not to mention in the Chinese society, Liu Zhenming asked those women to join the logistics and health teams. At that time, he relied on his own prestige to obey the authority, and everyone finally accepted it slowly, but to let those who are not husband and wife
Men and women tugging and touching each other in public are ruining the innocence of other people's daughters.