The instructors of the Liberation Army were all professionals when it came to leading the prisoners' grievance meetings and subsequent public trials.
From the earliest days of the Shengjie Army, the Shengjie Army relied on prisoners and public trials to become stronger step by step. The current senior leaders of the Liberation Army are basically a group of people brought by Su Yonglin to rebel in Shandong, while the middle and grassroots levels are all from Hebei. A native of Shandong.
There are civilians who took the initiative to join, and there are also captured soldiers who joined Su Yonglin's camp after being captured. They are loyal and have great military achievements. They are the mainstay of the Liberation Army today.
What made them the mainstay was Su Yonglin's ideas and the instructors responsible for spreading the ideas.
With their efforts, the rebel army gradually developed into today's Liberation Army.
Seeing that their clothes were thin, they were shivering from the cold, and their lips were purple, the instructors immediately got them thick winter coats to put on.
Seeing that they were hungry and malnourished, they immediately brought them hot porridge, salt and vegetables to satisfy their hunger.
The prisoners were shocked and confused at first, not knowing what the Liberation Army wanted to do.
Don't kill people, don't beat or scold them, but give them clothes and porridge. What does that mean?
Shouldn't all captured prisoners be treated cruelly, beaten, scolded and massacred arbitrarily? The best treatment is to be sent to do hard labor until they die?
Are you fed and clothed?
But they couldn't resist the temptation of warmth and porridge. Soon, these prisoners of war were wearing thick winter clothes, holding large porcelain bowls and sipping porridge.
My body quickly warmed up and I felt a lot more relaxed.
The instructors did not waste any time. While sharing the porridge with them, they had a close conversation with them. Seeing them holding their porridge bowls and drinking intoxicatedly, they started chatting.
Why are the clothes so thin?
Why are you so hungry?
Why do camps bombings occur in the army?
Did you volunteer to join the army and go south to attack the Liberation Army?
Do you still have family at home?
Wait, wait, etc., many questions close to their own situation are asked. As long as one person answers these questions, the conversation box will be opened.
Some soldiers holding porridge bowls began to talk to the instructors about their pain.
For example, they were not willing to go south at all. They were simply forced. If they were not forced, who would go south to join the army?
This is what happens when you join the army. You don't have enough to eat, you don't wear warm clothes, and the good clothes and food belong to the regular soldiers. They are like slaves. They wait to die after joining the army. It's a miracle that they can come back alive. Chosen son.
The regular soldiers did everything they could to them, even asking for money to let them go. Some of the regular soldiers were quite kind, and they could let them sneak out of the military camp and escape for their lives for just a few dozen dollars, but some people were just too greedy. .
Just like this Hrib, he actually charges a hundred dollars per person. Who can afford this?
When camps were bombed in the army, it was probably because they couldn't bear Hrib's oppression and decided to fight him to the death. One by one they could escape. Anyway, even if they were killed, it would be much better than being tortured to death in the military camp.
The instructors listened to their words, sat beside them with emotion, patted their shoulders and sighed, echoing their words and complaining for them. Afterwards, these signers talked even more.
"Ma Er, who was issued the certificate with me in the village, has children at home. When he issued the certificate, the child was still ill and had not recovered. He was worried every day and wanted to go home every day. He finally found an opportunity to collect enough money, but the guard ended up Raised the price.
It used to be only fifty dollars, but now it's directly raised to one hundred dollars. Who can get one hundred dollars? There was no other way. Ma Er was very worried and planned to sneak away. However, he was caught and the regular soldiers hung him up on a wooden frame.
He tied up his right hand and right foot with a rope and hung him up. He turned to the fire below and piled the fire high, forcibly roasting Ma Er to death. He would not stop even if he was roasted to death. , then changed to the other side and continued baking..."
The signing soldier who spoke was even more speechless when he said this. The instructor went up to comfort him for a while before he continued.
"They say it's called a phoenix spreading its wings, and the person is burnt. The smell is really scary, and half of his face turns red. Then he bakes it on the other side, and the other half is also cooked, and his whole body becomes stiff. He was roasted to death, and those regular soldiers cut him up in front of us..."
After he finished speaking, the spirit of the signing soldier almost collapsed. He knelt on the ground and cried loudly. The crying was heartbreaking. A circle of signing soldiers around him also cried.
After one signing soldier finished speaking, the next one continued.
"My brother couldn't bear the hunger, so he ate a meal of gruel for two days in a row. The gruel was no different from water. He was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't have any money on him, so he tried to run away, but he was caught by the guards. Living.
The guards first beat him half to death, then boiled a large pot of water, and finally lifted my brother and threw him into the boiling water. My brother screamed a few times in pity and was scalded to death. It was cooked, and the guards forced us to eat it..."
When the signing soldier said this, he held his neck and started retching. He cried while vomiting, and the crying was heartbreaking.
This is just one of the stories.
There are many more stories like this.
A soldier who was also hungry and couldn't stand it secretly ate a piece of vegetable melon from the Huotou Army. He was caught by the Huotou Soldier and handed it over to the Zhengbing. The Zhengbing cut his stomach open alive and dug out his stomach. The digested vegetable melon was taken out.
A soldier who was helping a regular soldier wash his shoes was hung up by two regular soldiers and whipped for fun because he didn't wash his shoes cleanly. Each soldier had a whip, and they competed to see who could beat him to death in his turn. The man's bet is fifty cents.
Not many people cried at first, but more people spoke later. The instructors also took the lead in telling their stories before joining the Liberation Army, which surprised these prisoners.
Then they opened their hearts and told the instructors and other people sitting together about all the hardships they had experienced.
"I used to work in the city, and I met a kind-hearted shopkeeper who protected me. The first wave of lottery pickers didn't catch me, but the second time they came again, they took my parents and locked them up. They force me to be a signer, otherwise they will imprison my parents until they die. I really have no choice..."
A young signing soldier squatted on the ground, holding his head and crying miserably.
"Originally, it was planned that the young men in the village would draw lots, and those who got the draw would be the ones who signed the lot. It was not my turn at all when the lot was drawn, but in the end I was arrested. Later I found out that a wealthy family in the village had spent money to clear the way for me to be kidnapped. The person who replaced their family was arrested..."
A middle-aged soldier squatted on the ground and sighed.
"I originally resigned myself to my fate, thinking that if I was caught, I would be caught. I would live as a good person and try to finish the war and come back alive. However, two months after I arrived in Zhongdu, a fellow countryman was also arrested and used as a sign. Jun, he told me that my sister was dead.
My sister is only seven years old! Seven years old! Just because I was walking on the edge of a field and picked a bean leaf from the field of a wealthy family in the village, they said I had stolen the beans. I was beaten to death and thrown into the river. When I was fished out... my body was all broken. The blisters are swollen..."
A young signing soldier knelt on the ground, crying and beating the ground. His hands were bleeding from the beating.
"A fellow countryman of mine was caught in the army with me. He tried to escape, but was caught and beaten dozens of times with a wooden stick as thick as an arm. His buttocks were so beaten that they were broken to pieces. Like candles.
In the end, while beating, pieces of meat were punched out and flew in front of us. The skin was broken, the meat was smashed, and the bones were punched out. The person was beaten to death right in front of us... …”
A signing soldier in his thirties cried so hard that he couldn't sit still, so he huddled on the ground and cried. He cried for a while and couldn't sit up.
There are many, many more of these that cannot be finished in one night, or even in two nights, or these things can be remembered for a lifetime.
On the third night, the grievance meeting escalated.
Those Jurchen soldiers who were not dead were taken out and tied tightly in front of all the captives.
The instructors said that the Liberation Army would support them and let them identify which of these female soldiers had done evil things and which ones had done unforgivable things to them.
Find them all and don’t let anyone go.
The Liberation Army will give them bad breath.
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