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"It's out of the water!!!" Amid the roar of the machines and the cheers of the masses, a water column was pulled out of the ground along the pipe that penetrated deeply into the ground and gushed out, causing cheers from the onlookers. Many people brought basins and buckets to catch the precious water resources first, and not far away, dozens of workers wearing mud-filled work clothes were quickly and skillfully connecting the pipes together.

"Rest for a while." He lifted a water pipe into the shallow pit dug out and placed it in advance. The foreman of the team leader announced to several sweaty workers.

He pulled out the pipe behind him, found a cleaner place on his work clothes and wiped it, took out a little tobacco from the purse under the pipe and stuffed it into the midpoint of the pot, and a spicy smoke came out.

"Foreman, do you think they are really so short of water?" A slightly young coworker next to him pointed at the villagers lined up to pick up the water not far away.

"Boy, look at the yellow soil on the top of the mountain and you will know if there is no water." The old foreman did not answer the question directly, but asked the young worker to observe the surrounding environment by himself.

"This place is really different from ours. Although there are many stones on the mountain, at least various low plants can grow, but this place is really different. It's really water-deficient. I haven't taken a shower for more than half a month." The young worker opened his work clothes slightly to make himself cooler.

"You are content. Many people here only take bath three times in their life, once when they are born, once when they marry a wife, and once when they die. We came here to drill wells to get water. Before you came, the county magistrate told us that we should dig a well as soon as possible to solve the problem of water difficulties for people here."

"Then can we take a shower tonight?" said the young coworker pointing to a hose leading to a simple shed in his temporary residence.

"If there is enough water, there should be no problem. Okay, the cigarette is finished. Let's go to work." The old foreman knocked the ashes from the cigarette pot on the stone next to him and led several workers to the downstairs of the mountain. Because the terrain here is quite special, the hoisting truck cannot drive in, so he had to pile the prepared water pipes in the most incoming place where the truck could drive in. It was just that the workers needed to carry it here one by one.

When the old foreman took the people to the storage pipe, he found that there were many local villagers surrounded by local villagers. The old foreman was a little surprised because although the people here did not show any hostility when they first came, they found that these locals had no good feelings for themselves and their workers, and it was impossible for them to get water from the only well in the village. Therefore, they and their workers could only endure the lack of water and drink the water transported from the county with extremely savings.

Standing outside the local villagers surrounded by water pipes, the young workers pulled the old foreman's clothes in fear. At this time, the villagers also found these workers covered in mud, holding ropes, and a road was split out from the crowd. An old man and a few strong men came over.

"Do you guys connect to the well?" Walked to the ground of a few people. The old man asked the old foreman.

"That's right. These water pipes connect the well. They want to connect to you and the two nearby villages." The old foreman replied.

"Then are you planning to collect money from this well?" the old man continued to ask key questions.

"No money is charged. The county asked us to come over to dig wells. It is to let everyone use water and eat water."

"Are you the new Han people in the county? I don't trust the Han people. The Han people have always wanted to ride on our heads and act as a blessing." A trace of distrust and alertness flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Old man. There are many Han people, many Hong people, Yao people, Miao people, and many more Han people. Don't we all live together and have a good life. No matter what ethnic group, as long as we let go of prejudices and create a new life together. We solve the problem of the festivals we have in the past. Can't we live together in the same place?" The old foreman answered the old man's questions in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Are you really not a Han person?" The old man's eyes kept scanning the old foreman, like a perspective machine trying to see through the old foreman thoroughly.

"I am not a Han, I am a Yao people. I have lived with Han people and other ethnic groups for a long time. In addition to our work needs, I have no characteristics that can reflect that I am a Yao people. Only during our Yao people's festivals will everyone see the essence of the Yao people."

"What about them? Are they Yao or Han people?" The old man was a little surprised.www.

"These two are Miao people, this is Yi people, this is Zhuang people, and this is Han people." The old worker finally pointed to the young worker behind him.

"If you so many aliens don't fight each other?" The old man was even more surprised because he was educated by his parents and ancestors since he was a child. The aliens outside were uneasy and kind-hearted. He could not believe that when so many aliens live together, they would not fight or conflict with each other.

"The old man is a little narrow-minded. If there is conflict just because of different ethnic groups, this is a narrow-minded mentality. If the old man only looks at people with an hostile perspective, then others will look back at you with the same hostile perspective. Everyone lives together in this Chinese land. If they can understand and help each other, I believe that our China will not be like this mess of scattered sand and be bullied by foreign powers." The old foreman read books for six years when he was young and knew something very well

"I'm old, why not be as good as you young people." The old man suddenly sighed about his aging.

"The old man is not old, but your heart has been stuck to the old ideas and concepts left by his ancestors. If possible, you can go to the county to have a walk. There, the propaganda unit of Xinzf will have many new ideas, new things will make you full of surprises, and will also make you ten years younger. You want to live twenty more years to see a better life in the future." The old foreman confidently suggested that because of this kind of thing, the old foreman has seen many such things, so many times. So many times have gone to various places to complete various tasks. Under the hostility and vigilant eyes of various ethnic groups, the old foreman knows very well what can make these people let go of their inherent prejudices and experience the different cultural tolerance of the Southwest New Deal and feel the beautiful life brought by the new Deal.

The old man did not directly answer and agreed. He just staggered away from here with the help of a few people, and the old foreman did not try to keep him. He believed that his words had touched the old man just now.

The old foreman took his coworkers to the water pipe surrounded by the crowd, tied a water pipe more than ten centimeters thick with ropes and picks in his hand, and prepared to manually transport it to the place where it wanted to play its role.

As soon as the young worker was in charge of carrying the water pipe, the young worker was stepped on. The young worker was a little surprised and swept his eyes along the foot on the water pipe. He saw a strong man. The young worker was always afraid of the strong man, because when he came to this village, the strong hostile gaze emitted from the strong man made the young worker a little scared. The light reflected by the hand-removing knife on his waist also made the young worker tremble.

The strong man stared at the shoulders of the little coworker. The little coworker was a little scared by his eyes. He turned his head to look at his shoulders. It turned out that he had been carrying for a long time that his work clothes were worn out, revealing the red and swollen skin of the shoulders being pressed against the ground by the rigging. The strong man didn't say much, but just pushed the thin little coworker aside and supported the rigging with his strong and thick shoulders. The old foreman who was watching all this happen in front did not say anything, but smiled and shouted a command: "One, two, get up!"

The villagers watching also took out the picks they brought from their homes and tied them to water pipes. Together, they helped these workers carry the water pipes and walked towards the construction site two miles away.

With the help of local villagers, the construction progress has accelerated a lot. Within two days, a water pipe leading to the village has initially formed a scale. In the past few days, the relationship between the construction team and local villagers has also improved greatly. The villagers began to let go of their inherent prejudices and suspicions, and began to slowly start contacting these outsiders, bit by bit melting the iceberg formed by the thousand-year disputes.

And just as the water pipe was about to be connected to the village, a sudden change occurred.

"Let me know! This is the territory of our Ma family, the world of our Ma family, not a place where Han people can come in at will!! Everyone is ready, pick up your sabers and go with me to kill the Han people!!" At the entrance of the village, hundreds of people riding horses and guns were surrounding the village, and next to them were several members of the construction team who were captured, as well as the newly built reservoir and pump.

"Masanhuzi, we don't want to live such a life with you. Please come back, and please let you release those people. They are here to help us repair the well." The strong man in the village stood in front and said to the uninvited person.

"Ma Liuzi, I think you are getting back and forth. Do these Han people have followed such kindness, jokes. Since a thousand years ago, the Han people have been robbing our cattle and sheep, enslaving our elders, and robbing our wives, children and sisters. And don't forget that you killed the Han people with me ten years ago." The man in front of him jumped off his horse and walked to the strong man named Ma Liuzi in the village and said.

"That's different. In the past, they killed the dogs who robbed the food in our village, but these people were different. They came to help us repair the wells and solve the problem of water. You can see it yourself. Now they helped us dig a well. Thousands of people in the village can eat clean water at any time. With this, you can't take these people away!!"

"Ma Liuzi, I not only want to take these people away to sacrifice flags to my dead brothers, but I also know that there are still remaining Han people in your village, who are aware of the situation and hand over the people. Otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel and unrecognizable!!!" Ma Sanhu threatened everyone with a ferocious face, because he received detailed information. There were about 40 Han people working here. Now, under his raid, he only caught a dozen people. He needed more Han people to sacrifice flags and establish his authority.

"No!! Our Mali Village has always been clear about grudges and grudges. Those who have grudges will never be ruthless. Those who have grudges will never be at the same time. I will also tell you that if you don't let the person you caught, the people in our Mali Village will never help you do anything in the future."

"Just, do you think you will go hungry if you don't help me. I have never missed the ground." After saying that, Masanhu's subordinates raised the rifle in their hands and pointed it at the villagers.

"Ma Sanhuzi, you have to think clearly. If you do it, you will be the public enemy of these villages in the future!"

"I'm afraid of a bird!! As long as I have a gun in my hand, let alone these ten miles and eight villages. Even in this county, I can get in and out. Brothers, blow up the well for me!! Hangou repairs the land, we don't want it!!!"

"No!! Can't explode!!" The villagers surged because they could not watch their future hopes blow up like this.

"Ba!" "Bao!" Several gunshots were heard. The gunshots of horse bandits stopped the villagers surging forward. The two villagers lying in a pool of blood told the villagers that although these horse bandits were shedding the blood of their ancestors, they were doing completely opposite things now.

"Who is moving forward, I will kill him!!! Pull out his skin and light his sky lantern!!" Ma Sanhu Zi waved her **** frantically and screamed hysterically. Over the past period of time, her invincible robbery has been hit by all parties. There are fewer and fewer gangs around her, and the amount of food and bullets they can collect is also less and less, which makes Ma Sanhu Zi on the verge of collapse.

"Ma Sanhuzi, you really dare to do it!" Ma Liuzi looked at the two villagers lying in a pool of blood, staring at Ma Sanhuzi with blood red eyes.

"There is nothing to dare to stop me again. I will kill you together!" After saying that, Ma Sanhuzi pulled away the white smoke from the fuse placed next to the reservoir and pump, which made all the villagers feel desperate.

Suddenly, the tied young worker suddenly broke free from the people beside him and rushed to the fuse. However, no matter how fast he was, he could not move faster than Ma Sanbeard's bullet. After one shot, the young worker was hit by the bullet. However, he still forced his body to pounce on the fuse, and used his teeth to bite the fuse into his mouth. At this time, the tied old foreman used the hidden knife on his body to cut the rope, and pulled out the **** who had been hiding on his body and shot two shots at the horse bandits beside him. In order to prevent the gun from arousing unnecessary hostility and vigilance from the villagers, the entire work team was only given two ****s, and one of them was hidden by the old foreman.

"Friends, kill these bitches!!!" Ma Liuzi was afraid of seeing this little rosy Hu, and when he saw him, the little coworker blushed when he saw the little girls in the village, he was so brave that he used his life to protect the hope of the whole village's future. When he pulled out the hand-removing knife from his waist, he took off Ma Sanhuzi's wrist holding a gun. The sharp hand-removing knife and his power made this work extremely quickly.

Just as the remaining horse bandits were about to shoot at the villagers, a burst of machine guns rang out not far away, and the horse bandits who were still riding on the horse were instantly swept down.

"It's the Southwest Army!!" The horse bandits knew very well that this kind of machine gun sounded. How many horse bandits died under such machine guns that made a whisper. Sure enough, not far away, dozens of soldiers in southwest uniforms were quickly approaching here, and two six-wheeled armored vehicles rushed in front.

"Retreat!!! All retreat to the mountains!!!" Although he lost one of his wrists, Ma Sanhuzi still avoided the continuous pursuit from behind Ma Liuzi with many years of experience. He covered his wrists that were still bleeding. Ma Sanhuzi was very skillful in rushing to his horse's back, knocking his feet on the horse's belly, and quickly turned his head and ran away with the instructions given to the horse with his legs.

But just as these horse bandits were about to run to the mountain pass, a roar came from the sky opposite, and a strange-looking iron bird flew into the sky. The iron bird did not roar past like other iron birds, but hovered in the sky in front of them like dragonflies. Just as the horse bandits were surprised, a series of 15mm shellless heavy machine gun bullets were shot under the hovering iron bird, and rockets with flames and smoke were also roaring.

"What is most necessary for guerrilla warfare is the backbone forces with firm belief, the support of the people, the weak ruling power of hostile forces, the strong geographical environment and the support of external forces. Among them, the previous two points are more important. Moreover, these factors are not isolated, but interconnected and effective." Huang Lin, as the general manager of the Northwest Campaign, is explaining to his subordinates the root of guerrilla warfare and the best way to crack guerrilla warfare.

"First of all, we need to have a strong backbone force in the land of the land. The northwest Sanma has been operating here for many years. The foundation is a very stable and deep foundation. At the same time, with the help of thousands of years of disputes, it is easy to arouse dissatisfaction and incitement of resistance from local people towards us outsiders. At least, they can gain the support and sympathy of local residents."

"Guerrillas can obtain food, clothing, materials, funds and other supplies from the masses, and they can also obtain replenishment of soldiers from the masses. These are necessary for the guerrillas to maintain long-term combat. The masses can provide cover and intelligence for the guerrillas. They can place wounded people for the guerrillas, and even participate in some auxiliary military operations, such as transporting ammunition, stretcher teams, etc. Therefore, the guerrillas cannot do without the masses, and the guerrillas must be rooted in the masses. If they leave the masses, the guerrillas are like fishes leaving the water.

He died of dryness. Therefore, the Northwest Sanma used its natural connections here, its local residents' hostility towards the Han people, and its religious beliefs to incite and instigate guerrilla warfare activities, which can be said to be very effective." Huang Lin analyzed the opponent's advantages one by one, because as long as the opponent's advantages are found, he could find ways to continue to play out this advantage, and then find the opponent's disadvantages and shortcomings, and fix them and strike hard. Only in this way can the various residual forces left by the Northwest Sanma are fundamentally eliminated.

"But these core forces left behind in the northwest are not some good birds. Many people have murders of ordinary people on their hands, and these people's hatred for the New Deal does not come from some noble beliefs. Instead, hatred for the New Deal in the Southwest has seized their thoughts of riding on the people as a mighty and a grandfather."

"The third point, therefore we must make good use of this. Let the civil affairs department vigorously carry out work to benefit the people and expand our control and influence locally. Now that the work of the civil affairs department has started, we have now received considerable results. Many people in villages and towns have begun to taste the sweetness of the new policy and have begun to slowly relieve their vigilance and hostility towards us. This is a good thing. What happened in Mali Village further shows that these Mali bandits have begun to be consciously resisted or even resisted by the people. Although Mali Village cannot be said to have completely turned to our southwest New ZF, we believe that now

With the development of food and animal husbandry after the New Year, the increase in the food and income obtained by the people, more people will take the initiative to rely on our new policy in the southwest. "As for the last two, although the favorable geographical environment has brought us great resistance in a short period of time, we cut off the channels for obtaining external forces from the beginning. The remaining forces of the three horses in the northwest cannot obtain various support sent from the outside world. The northwest does not produce guns, ammunition, and cannons. As long as we cut off their supply line, the weapons and ammunition in their hands will become less and less, until they can only fight with our soldiers with sabers."

"Although these complex terrains require more troops to defend, our southwest is different from other domestic forces and the weak logistics maneuver power of the Japanese devils. We have advanced aerial reconnaissance technology and various high-motorized auxiliary equipment, such as armored vehicles, tanks and even helicopters. These equipment greatly enhances our ability to control complex terrains. We can quickly know where we are attacked by horse bandits through radio communication, and promptly and quickly attack these remaining horse bandits, and even use magnet tactics."

Huang Lin said that he pointed his finger at a place name on the map.

"Just like a battle on stone steps, the supplies of a convoy that our two platoons in this area were attacked by more than a thousand horse bandits. At the beginning, they only encountered scattered enemies, and at this time they were only directly eliminated. When they were attacked on a large scale later, the two platoons of soldiers and the transporters of the convoys entangled these horse bandits. Then the battlefield attracted nearby steel troops like a magnet. The dive bombers that came first could hover and transport helicopters to replenish their forces, as well as armored reinforcements that kept coming from nearby, attacking the enemy from various locations and in various directions, and surrounding these horse bandits layer by layer to annihilate them."

"Anyway, from various situations, we have initially gained a foothold in the northwest, but this is not enough. We still need to do more to gain the recognition and support of the local people until they stand with us and fight for this China. Military crackdowns on these traversing horse bandits must be severely cracked down on the smooth development of our civil affairs department! Many of us have taken up our current jobs from the gathering areas of ethnic minorities in the southwest. We must strictly abide by the mass discipline of the troops and the local religious customs. We must absolutely not allow any destruction of the national united front. Do you understand? Do you have confidence?"
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