Beautiful Another World Red Tide

Comrade Sun Boyang's office is always full of people coming and going. It is busy from [-] o'clock in the morning to the evening. The table waited anxiously.Now everything in the Republic is still in the stage of exploration and development, and many comrades want to get some development guidance and help from Comrade Sun Boyang.Of course, there are also some people who simply want to meet Comrade Sun Boyang.

According to Comrade Felicia’s statistics, after the founding of the People’s Republic, only 30.00% of the times Comrade Sun Boyang was able to get off work on time at six o’clock, and 50.00% of the times he had to work an extra two hours until eight o’clock. The frequency around ten o'clock is as high as [-]%.In addition, about [-]% of the time has to stay up all night. Although the work and rest are obviously more normal than before the founding of the People's Republic of China, in Felicia's eyes, this way of working is still a big problem. difficulties to overcome.

Of course, none of this affected Sun Boyang's enthusiasm for work or his dedication to work.He devoted most of his time to work, a small amount of time to his relatives, and part of the time to study.If it is said that he has treated anyone badly, it must be himself without a doubt...

"For the sacrifice of Father March, the Holy See deeply regrets and regrets, and prays for the death of this brother, hoping that God Dipolo can guide him to heaven and find the pure land he dreamed of."

The new Pope Ulysses of the Holy See was wearing a white robe at this time, sitting opposite Sun Boyang, praying slowly with a very gentle and pious expression and tone.The new Pope of the Holy See is the teacher of Father March and the leader of the Puritan priests. There is no doubt that after the Civil Revolutionary War and the Liberation War, this land will no longer tolerate corruption and privilege.The Hedonist priests retreated one after another, while the Puritanist priests rose up and won the pope's election, winning the decades-long religious struggle.

With the victory of the war, the priests and clergy of the Puritanism overwhelmed the priests of the Hedonism, and finally gained the right to speak in the religion of Yongdalim.It should be said that their victory is inseparable from the impact of the Liberation War. Without the victory of this vigorous Liberation War, their struggle with the hedonist priests will continue for several years, even decades, or even hundreds of years. It may still be indistinguishable.

"Father March is the greatest priest that has appeared in the Holy See for decades. He has fulfilled the rules of the Holy See and has always fought hard for the people. Our Holy See is planning to canonize Father March as a saint. Archbishop. This is one of the few ways we deliberately pay tribute to him, please affirm and agree with him." His Majesty Ulysses bowed his head slightly and said respectfully.

"Comrade March himself probably doesn't like this kind of posthumous seal. He has written to me many times, expressing that he only wants to be a person who serves the people purely, not a person who is added with all kinds of glory and Praise, a person who has been mystified by Xuanzhi." Sun Boyang replied after shaking his head slightly.

"Comrade March sacrificed for the revolution, and his sacrifice was heavier than Sun Peak. If Comrade March was allowed to choose between continuing to fight for the people and crowning a series of honors, he would choose the first without hesitation. One." Sun Boyang continued.

"If this is Father March's last wish, that's fine." His Majesty Ulysses rubbed his hands together and nodded with a smile.

"Sun Boyang, I have one more thing I want to ask you. I wonder if you would like to listen to me." Ulysses asked after rubbing his hands for a while.

"Excuse me." Sun Boyang nodded.

"You must also be a faithful believer..." said Ulysses.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Pope, if you mean respecting the religious beliefs of Yundalim for thousands of years, and certainly a series of cultural activities that have evolved because of religion, then I support and do not oppose it. But if When it comes to myself, I don't have enough time to support me to devote more energy to religion." Sun Boyang replied with a smile in a more euphemistic way.

"I'm also aware of this, well, the people of Leszek are generally not very interested in our religion, and you have also advocated that the staff should focus on work and not get involved in religious activities too much. But Father March I also said..." Ulysses said a little embarrassed but still polite.

"Comrade Ma Qi didn't require me to be a believer." Sun Boyang replied with a smile.

"I respect God Dipolo, respect the various festivals and activities extended from it, and affirm the Holy See's contribution to the revolution. I think this is enough." Sun Boyang said.

"Indeed, you are very tolerant, and we all understand that." His Majesty Ulysses stood up and said with a slight bow.

"I hope you will allow me to share a piece of cookie with you on Luna Day, as a memory of Father March." Ulysses shook hands with Comrade Sun Boyang again.

"I prefer cherry stuffing." Sun Boyang said with a smile.

"Mr. Sun Boyang, your father is looking for you." Xia Na knocked on the door and saluted Sun Boyang.

"Looking for me during work? This is the first time." Sun Boyang said with a little doubt on his hips.

"Please come in my father, please, Comrade Xia Na." Sun Boyang stretched out his hand after thinking for a moment.

"Then I'll see you again in the middle of the month." His Majesty Ulysses turned around again and made a religious gesture and said with a smile.

"Looking forward to meeting you again."

As soon as Ulysses turned his head, he ran into Papa Santos and two well-dressed comrades, an old man and a young man, who came in. He just smiled and wanted to nod in greeting, but the old man and the young man knelt down first.They knelt quickly and thoroughly, and prayed to Ulysses very piously and wanted to kiss the back of his hand. This scene made the Pope and the Pope's assistant, Comrade Shana, Father Santos, and Sun Boyang all present. I was dumbfounded.Sun Boyang looked at Father Santos with questioning eyes, and the latter also looked innocent, as if he didn't know what was going on.

"Di Polo's brilliance always shines on you, and I hope you can go to the light." His Majesty was the first to react, pulled the two of them together, spoke gently, and then left quickly.

"Who are these two?" Sun Boyang turned his head and asked after hugging his father.

"Your cousin in the country, and your cousin." Santos said with some embarrassment.

"It's working time now." Sun Boyang asked again with a slight frown.

"It's just for work." Santos whispered after sighing more embarrassingly.

"Hello, comrade, what's the matter?" Sun Boyang walked over and shook hands and asked.

"I said nephew, you don't know me anymore?" The old man in a suit who was about the same age as Santos said with a smile after shaking hands.

"It's been a long time, and I can't remember many things." Sun Boyang replied with a subtle smile.

"This is a brother from my hometown." Father Santos scratched his head and said helplessly.

"They used to live in the west. Our family came out early and rarely contacted our old family, so you haven't seen your cousin a few times. But he is indeed your uncle, and we belong to the same family. Before the war But they couldn’t get in touch all the time, no, the whole country was liberated, and this is how the two reconnected.” Father Santos explained.

"Well, it turned out to be in the western region." Sun Boyang nodded again.

"Old man, how is your land reform going? How is it going?" Sun Boyang asked with a smile as he shook hands with the uncle who had probably never met once or twice in his life.

"Not very good." The cousin shook his head and said.

"Insufficient implementation? Is there still resistance?" Sun Boyang asked with great concern.

"Neither, our family's land has been divided. I told them that our family is the chief family of Mr. Sun Boyang, but they still divided the land, and even divided up the farm tools and livestock. I just left a little for us, I really didn't pay attention to your total!" The uncle said angrily, shaking his fist.

"That means the policy is implemented thoroughly." Sun Boyang replied with a smile.

"In this way, it's what I've always hoped for."

587 Royal relatives, ordinary people

"What kind of talk is this!" Uncle Biao spread his hands in dissatisfaction after hearing Sun Boyang's words.

"That's our family's field, which our family worked so hard to save! Just like that, it was divided up and belonged to others?! It's not fair, why should we wrong us and take advantage of those people! Not to mention what are we ?In the past, we were kings, emperors! Relatives of the emperor! How dare they take away the land of the emperor's brothers? I think they have to be beheaded!" said the cousin angrily.

"I don't think it's necessary. The comrades have done a good job, and I just need them to be like this." Sun Boyang said with his hands on his hips, still smiling.

"Emperors and kings, these have become history. It must be very inappropriate for you to compare me with these. In sum, this position is neither emperor nor king. He is an ordinary worker who serves the people like other comrades. There is no What a big deal and special. In the current Yongdalim, no matter who you are or what kind of work you do, you must abide by the law and the reform law, and you must not violate our land reform policy." Sun Boyang explained again.

"What's the difference between this and that? You are now the number one figure in Yongdalim, just like the previous emperor and king. The entire Yongdalim belongs to our family, and they still want to ask us what land we want, what land do we want?" Do you want to just put a hat on like that, and then take it away for no reason?" My cousin still shook his head and said in disapproval.

"Our family's factories, workshops, and hotels have been donated to the government for reorganization free of charge. Don't say a few words, don't keep embarrassing our family." Father Santos also persuaded.

"Land reform is one of the fundamental decisions of our Leszek workers' and peasants' government, and it must not be shaken or changed. No matter who it is, everyone must accept land reform. If our land is really bought by labor, then The local workers' and peasants' government and the village collective should have compensated for this, why, didn't you get compensation?" Sun Boyang asked again.

"If you don't return the land to us, then you have to give other compensation!" The uncle said while sitting on the sofa.

"Brother Santos, how many people are there in your family now?" asked the cousin stretching his neck.

"Counting me, there are seven in total. He and his younger brother both want families and children, and counting me, a bad old man, there are exactly seven." Santos scratched the back of his hand and replied with some dissatisfaction.

"There are only seven people, even if they are all officials, they can't take care of many things, right?" My cousin said with a proud smile.

"Sun Boyang, can you manage it with just a few people in your family? How can you manage such a big Yongdalim with more than 3000 million people? Let me tell you, you might as well believe in your subordinates rather than trust them." Those of us who are related by blood, belong to the same family. We are a family, and it is better to trust us than to trust anyone. Such a big country cannot be managed without us brothers and uncles taking care of it." The cousin waved his hands repeatedly and said.

"Hehe, this statement is very novel and interesting." Sun Boyang sat on the sofa and took out a cigarette from his pocket and said with a smile.

"If our Kasyev family lives in the summer palace, then we will be the kings of Yondalim. This is the honor and responsibility of our family. You see, you have fought hard for six years , relying on you and your younger brother, and you don’t have an assistant from the family, otherwise you wouldn’t be living so hard. Now it’s different, with the help of our family, you can do whatever you want, and we can do it!” The cousin gave a big hand Said with a wave.

"Cousin, I didn't live in the summer palace, but lived in an ordinary house. We are now a government of workers and peasants, and I want to do things for the people, not be a king." Sun Boyang still explained patiently .

"Ham, you are so humble. It is easy to conquer the country, but it is difficult to stay in the country. 3000 million people, seven districts, look at those people outside, they have nothing to do with you, they are all eager to inherit What about your position. At this critical time, you still have to rely on your own family. Look, look at your cousin, he is a handsome young man." The uncle smiled and introduced his son to Sun Boyang.

"Hello, cousin." My cousin quickly bowed respectfully.

"I said, brother, why are you making things difficult for others!" Father Santos couldn't bear his temper, stood up and pointed at Sun Boyang's cousin and cursed.

"Listen to what nonsense you are talking about! Can it be the same now as before?! Even an old guy like me understands the truth. Fortunately, you have read a lot of books, but why are you so virtuous? You say you If I want to recommend your son, I will bring you here, but you are still talking nonsense, and you still think this is a kingdom!" Santos cursed angrily, blowing his beard and staring.

"Dad, don't be angry." Sun Boyang held Santos' hand and comforted him.

"How old are you? What school do you go to?" Sun Boyang asked his cousin with a gentle smile.

"I'm seventeen this year. I have been tutored before, but I have never attended the newly opened public school." My cousin replied immediately.

"17 years old, very good age. Comrade Owen died at your age." Sun Boyang said after a long silence.

"He was a staunch member of Leszek and a heroic fighter. He and his father bravely fulfilled the oath of the revolution and fought for the revolution to the last moment. His father, Comrade Stephen, is also my brother. A loyal comrade who deserves to be remembered forever. If he was still alive, you could have called him cousin." Sun Boyang continued.

"It's natural and possible for you to want to work. But what you have to do is not come to me, but rely on your own efforts to achieve all this." Sun Boyang said to the cousin seriously.

"You should study, go to high school and university to learn knowledge and contribute to the future of Yundalim. This is what you should do, not come to me like today I hope I can find you an official job." Sun Boyang persuaded him earnestly.

"Including you, cousin. Now Yongdalim is different from before. He doesn't need the so-called royal relatives you said, let alone help to stabilize the country as you said. One day in the future, I will Will retire, and Comrade Sun Raul will retire one day, and then live a normal life, and other respectable comrades will continue to hold the job of the total. This is what we are pursuing, and we will spend our whole life to implement the creed .” Sun Boyang turned to his cousin again.

"Yungdalim has never been the private property of someone. He belongs to the 3000 million people of Yongdalim, and belongs to all workers and comrades. Uncle, please go back and tell all other folks who are still holding the same idea and tell them , If you want to act like this, it is absolutely impossible to claim to be a relative of the emperor. This is the answer I will give you, the answer I will give you." Sun Boyang said seriously.

"Then give such a big Yongdalim to others for nothing? Sun Boyang, you have to think about it carefully. You also have children, and your younger brother also has children. You will definitely have grandchildren and great-grandchildren in the future. How can you children at that time?" What to do? If someone else becomes a king or something, you children will definitely not get any benefits!" The cousin said anxiously.

"The children of me and Comrade Sun Raul don't need these benefits. They should learn to take root in the soil, live under the storm and the unobstructed scorching sun, understand what people need, understand what they should work hard for, and how they should go toward Leszek’s highest ideal is to move forward. Give it to others for free? He belongs to 3000 million people, so why give it away for nothing?” Sun Boyang laughed and said with a cigarette in his hand.

"This is the best, it should be like this..." Sun Boyang nodded in satisfaction again.

......

Outside Langkirt, New Eastern Province, Yondalim People's Republic

Prisoner of war camp, this word is often the most fearful and fearful in the hearts of prisoners of war.He represents horror, blood, filth, and inhuman torture.No one wants to be a prisoner of war, because even the light infantry of Ossus know that if they do, they will end up worse than when they were soldiers.A prisoner-of-war camp is definitely not a place for people to stay. Maybe the enemy will treat nobles and officers well, but it is definitely a hell for ordinary soldiers like them.

"Except for Yongdalim." Former demon silver-eyed light infantryman Paul wrote in his notebook.

588 in the POW camp

"Although it is impossible to admit it, we were indeed defeated and captured." Paul sat on the edge of his bed and lowered his head, sighing and wrote this sentence.

"We were defeated, and the life of being captured in a foreign country was difficult. This kind of life is both sad and shameful. The glory of the empire has been stripped from us since then. We are no longer the darlings of the demon god, but It has become a disgrace to the empire. From then on, we are no longer proud demon warriors, but prisoners of war, a group of guys who can be humiliated." Paul sighed again.

"In the last battle, I served as a shooter and fought with the enemy with a very special musket in the north. It was in this battle that I was wounded in the arm by an enemy shooter, and I could only watch my comrades shouting with bayonets Long live His Majesty the Lich King, I rushed towards the enemy. I really regret, I am ashamed, why I didn’t die on the battlefield as honorably as them, but became a prisoner of this group of lower races!” Paul wrote again through gritted teeth .

"But after thinking about it again, I still need to serve the empire and be loyal to His Majesty. Maybe after a while, the empire will redeem us to continue serving the country, and then I will be able to avenge my shame. I must work hard, and then come to the north to conquer these inferior people, and let them understand that demon soldiers will not lose twice in a row!"

On November [-], [-], in the prisoner-of-war camp at Jundalim...

"Life is really humiliating. Here we have no contact with the outside world at all, and we can't get any news about the empire. Every day we whisper news before going to bed. We heard that the empire is about to send people to redeem us. We are very happy. We should be able to return to the country soon. It is a pity that we will say such news every time, but we still can’t wait for such news. No one has a score. I don’t know when the empire will take us back and leave this place. humiliating life."

"However, the life in the prisoner-of-war camp was not as bad and difficult as we imagined. We were not abused, and we were basically not beaten or scolded. Except for a young Yongdalim soldier who once saw us in the During the routine declaration of loyalty, I couldn’t help but slap me in the face. I have never received other insults, and I have never been beaten or scolded. It has been a month since I came here. Generally speaking, the life in the prisoner-of-war camp Still better."

"When we came, we were taken to take a bath by unity, and then we took a bath every half a month. Although we had to do the boiling water and chopping firewood by ourselves, everyone enjoyed it and was very happy. After we arrived at the prisoner-of-war camp We were changed into coarse clothes, and the military uniforms were confiscated. This made us very dissatisfied and helpless. After all, we are prisoners of war, not soldiers, and we have no dignity at all. But I still found joy in suffering They didn’t confiscate my notebook, but allowed me to keep it as their own personal property.”

Prisoner-of-war camp at Yundalim, December [-], [-].

"Today's lunch is cabbage soup and a small plate of pickled radishes, and I eat black bread. To be honest, I don't feel that I have lost my dignity from these meals. At least I feel that it is no different from what I ate before. Every day They would always improve our food every weekend. Sometimes they put a little minced meat in the dishes, and sometimes they put a little sugar in the bread. We ate roughly this kind of bread when we were fighting in the north. If we wanted to eat vegetables or Meat needs to be collected by yourself if you want to improve food. It was roughly the same in the empire, because I can write, and I can occasionally have a little cooking with the chief. But other comrades can only eat similar things, and sometimes even pickles are very expensive. precious."

"Here, what we look forward to the most every day, except for the news that the empire is going to redeem us, is roughly the food on the weekend. The dishes and soups provided by the prisoner-of-war camp every day are not oily, and only on weekends can we eat some food and drink. Meals with meat, and sweet and soft bread. If we behave well this week, they will even cook our hometown dishes of the Mozu to encourage us. These remind me of my mother. For me, it will make fragrant, soft and sweet bread, which makes me miss my hometown and my mother even more."

On January [-], [-], in the dormitory of the prisoner-of-war camp...

"I heard that they have established a country, and they have established something called the People's Republic. It's ridiculous. They can't do anything. They are in the country. A group of farmers and hired workers established a country. This is a joke. Without the leadership of His Majesty the Emperor , sooner or later they will collapse on their own.”

"During the break, I heard some other veterans say that the imperial prisoner-of-war camps they had seen before were not like this, and it was very different from here. The prisoners in the imperial prisoner-of-war camps were often American Kensi and some elves or dwarves , were captured in several wars. They will be pulled out at any time for the fun of the soldiers. Even if they are killed, no one will care. At most, they will be reprimanded by their superiors. The beds are almost leaky, and they have to sleep at least twice as many people in the same beds, almost stacked like cargo."

"Those people often eat moldy food and swill, and sometimes even eat the meat of dead people or rats. Their daily labor volume is at least three times that of ours, and such things as exhausting people happen every day. As soon as I heard their descriptions, I felt terrified and felt uncomfortable. Compared with the situation of those people, our treatment is simply excellent. This makes me scared and happy. I don’t know what the Yongdalim people are planning to do. I vaguely feel that maybe this is brought about by the identity of the empire? But since the empire allows us to live a good life in the prisoner-of-war camp, why doesn’t it redeem us back? I dare not continue to think about it , that is disloyalty to the Empire."

On February [-]th, [-] I started trying to learn some Yondarim...

"This afternoon's routine newspaper reading was read to us by the demon traitors in the prisoner-of-war camp. These scum without a country and nation, they shamelessly betrayed the empire and took refuge in the Yongdalim people. They shamelessly The badge of the Yongdalim people hangs on their chests, and when they talk to us, they always open their mouths and oppress them, never mentioning the empire and the demons. This group of bloody traitors, they should be torn apart and crushed into Dirt."

"The newspaper said that King Archipald was tried in the western region. He was a war criminal who invaded Ropotia and interfered with Yundalim. During the war, he committed crimes against humanity, war crimes, and crimes against peace. In April of this year, they will be extradited to Ropotia for execution. What a bastard, why should they do this to a king! Don’t they know that the king is the precious wealth of the empire!"

"But when you think about it carefully, they even dare to convict the king of heaven and are ready to kill him, so we can imagine our situation. Anyway, this time everyone has completely lost hope and thinks that the empire is helpless." ransom us back, and we're probably going to be in Yondalim for a long time."

On March 21, [-], the desperate news was heard...

"But no matter what, if you put the environment here in the empire and pay a little more wages, many people will definitely flock to it. Although the life here is not very good, it is beyond the imagination of many people. Every day Although the work is hard, it is not impossible. Even if we are sick, there will be doctors to treat us, and we will not ignore us. Sometimes I think, if they promise to pay a little wages, and then move this place to the empire, it would be okay. Not bad, at least mom and dad don't have to work so hard."

"Yondalim seem to be no different from us. They can also sing, dance, and laugh with us. Some fighters will give us some toffee to eat, and some fighters will give us cigarettes. Half of the cigarettes, so that we can enjoy the life of officers. Compared with the previous officers, they are much gentler, it would be great if all the officers of the empire were like this."

"I took the time to learn some Yongdalim language. Hello, thank you, goodbye, and I am very sorry. Yesterday, an officer hanged himself. Before he died, he wrote a suicide note to express his loyalty to the empire. But I don't Dare to do this, not because I am disloyal to the empire, but because I want to be reunited with my mother alive."

"There are also elves among the Yongdalim people, and there are actually dwarves. The elf guard didn't have much resentment towards us, but treated us the same as other Yongdalim soldiers, using inarticulate Mozu language Teach us to be peaceful and not war. What makes him treat us so calmly? How did the Yondalim do it?"

"Outside the POW camp is the only way to go to school. It's great. The children of the Yondalim can read, which is completely different from the empire. Sometimes we work next to the wall, and those children always jump up and fight with us. Say hello and say goodbye to us with a smile. There are also children of elves and dwarves there, enjoying the same treatment as the Yondalim. They can play together regardless of race differences, and can be recognized by such a country What a blessing to take care of."

"Maybe...maybe...maybe the language barrier, people of different races are the same, there is no distinction between high and low? I don't know, it was hard to imagine in the past, but in the life of the prison camp That's how it felt."

May [-]th, [-] I think I should listen to what they have to say tomorrow and later.

589 Losers

There are many prisoner-of-war camps like this on the land of Yongdalim, so many that there are even one left in every province.During the War of Liberation, various countries organized a large number of troops to intervene in the situation in Yongdalim in an attempt to eliminate the regime in the liberated area so that Yongdalim continued to exist in darkness.It's just that such a large number of troops still failed to restore the defeat of the interim government. They retreated all the way in the one-year liberation war, and finally had no choice but to announce the cessation of intervention when the revolutionary army liberated Quan Yongda, leaving those The soldiers fled from Yondalim in a hurry.

These prisoner-of-war camps are dedicated to guarding the soldiers of Ossus, as well as those of Farub, as well as those of Asekshan and small countries of various countries.Of course, there are also prisoner-of-war camps dedicated to detaining demon soldiers.However, if you mention the reformation centers for officers among them, there is probably only one, which is the well-known Sangeruo Labor Reformation Center...

"Have you heard? The little boss committed suicide last night and was rescued." Little Nicholas said to Wilmot beside him while doing exercises.

"Really? Why did he commit suicide when he was alive and well?" Wilmot asked with wide-eyed surprise.

"You don't need to ask? Think about who he is? What is his identity? Sooner or later, this kid will have only one end, that is, to be shot and killed by the revolutionary army. How many heinous things has he done? Can he live? I don't believe it." Little Nicholas said disdainfully.

"That's really enough to suffer. After saving the life for a while, you have to be shot. It's really unlucky to suffer twice." Wilmot also shook his head.

"Little Nikita can't escape, and we have enough. Now that the revolution has won, it's time to settle the score. In the past, he may have estimated the interim government and social opinion, so he didn't dare to kill us. But now he must not be able to escape, we I guess they will be taken to the execution ground together." Berkeley also said with a straight face while doing exercises.

"Hey, enjoy your last days." Little Nicholas also lowered his face and sighed.

"Is there any news in the newspaper? How were these war criminals sentenced?" Wilmot asked Leodo beside him again.