Chapter 153 The Mountain That Presses on Me (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Alone in the study, Zhu Xianhai stood up and took a clear bottle from the shelf. There was a label printed on white paper on the bottle with a simple line of words written on it: Victory Brand Liquor.

This kind of light-fragrant liquor has a faint smell of Qu and a very familiar taste. This kind of liquor was brought to South China by immigrants. Because they had no rice, they could not make yellow wine, so they had to give second place to make liquor with corn and potatoes. So South America finally had Chinese-style liquor.

This wine is cheap and strong, and is very popular among the people, especially the Mapuche people who regard it as a treasure.

Although it is cheap, it does not prevent Zhu Xianhai from tasting it. After pouring a glass, Zhu Xianhai took a sip. The feeling of the strong liquor entering his throat makes him a little addicted.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the study, Elizabeth saw Zhu Xianhai savoring white wine carefully. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he poured herself some. After taking a sip, her face suddenly turned red and tears almost welled up in her eyes.

She still couldn't get used to this strong liquor.

"My dear, is there something on your mind?"

Elizabeth did not wait for him to reply before she continued:

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Actually, I don't have any worries!"

Zhu Xianhai smiled.

"How can I put it? I can only say that many things are not what I imagined! What I am promoting now is nothing more than military training, which is at best just labor and sports - it doesn't even touch the edge of the four words 'everyone is a soldier'. But even so, I can feel that many people are resistant to it. Even if they obey, but ideologically... deep down, they still don't agree with the 'martial spirit'. But if we can't regain the martial spirit of China before the Qin Dynasty, it will be absolutely impossible for us to survive on this land, and we will regret it in the future."

"Regaining the martial spirit?"

Elizabeth was puzzled.

"The Chinese were the most martial people in the world before the Qin Dynasty. Otherwise, how could they conquer such a vast territory? Ancient Chinese schools never forgot about martial arts? The teaching of archery and charioteering, training their muscles and bones and strengthening their physical strength, what was the purpose? The so-called integration of farming and fighting, farming in farming time, soldiers in war time, training in leisure time, it is normal for the whole country to be soldiers. Unfortunately, since the unification, the world has been one family, there are no strong enemies outside, no fierce bandits inside, and the world has been peaceful. After the Tang and Song dynasties, the Han people's farming and fighting methods were completely abandoned, and the spirit of weakness became more and more serious. In the Qing Dynasty, in order to imprison women, foot binding was promoted. To this day, opium poison has plagued China. How many people in the vast China have not been harmed by it? In addition to the two, there are eight-part essays that dissipate the spirit and wear out the bones. With such people, how can Nanhua gain a foothold in a foreign land?"

Looking at Elizabeth who seemed a little confused, Zhu Xianhai said.

"So, no matter what, I must regain the martial spirit of the Han people. Otherwise, I cannot become strong, and I cannot survive."

Survive!

For China, the biggest issue in modern times is to preserve the species. For South China, the biggest issue is also survival. They are all trying to survive in this world surrounded by tigers and wolves. To a certain extent, South China's living environment is even worse, because once it fails, it will be eaten by the tigers and wolves around it without leaving anything.

The living environment in South America is too harsh!

Those white people had long been accustomed to ruling and enslaving the Indians. How could they tolerate a yellow-skinned regime rising up here and sharing with them this land that they regarded as the "promised land"?

So, no matter what, the racial war in the future is inevitable.

"Are you preparing for war, dear?"

Looking at Zhu Xianhai, Elizabeth sighed.

"War... maybe it's inevitable. Whether it's Buenos Aires or Santiago, conflicts and wars with them are likely to break out in the future. That's why you're making these preparations, right?"

Seeing that he did not answer, Elizabeth continued,

"We should be prepared in advance. After all, for those politicians, the only way to stop their expansion ambitions is force, that is, a powerful blow. Only by defeating them in the war, severely damaging them, and hitting them hard can we stop their expansion. For South China, this is the only way to survive. In South America, a nation that does not fight will only have one end, which is to accept the rule of others!"

Nodding, Elizabeth's words touched him, and Zhu Xianhai was silent for a while.

"Yes, that's why I want to regain the martial spirit of the Han people, brutalize their spirits, and strengthen their bodies. However, not everyone understands all this, because they don't know at all that this world is a world where the strong prey on the weak, but they don't know at all..."

"If they don't know, tell them. If they don't listen, then use your way to make them listen, any way, all ways!"

Elizabeth looked at Zhu Xianhai, her tone sounding extremely firm.

Facing her gaze, Zhu Xianhai looked seriously at the woman who had always been by his side. It was undeniable that she could always give him some persistence when he was not paying attention.

"I once read a book and there was a passage in it that left a deep impression on me when I first read it."

After thinking for a moment and recalling what he had read before, Zhu Xianhai recited:

"The most important thing is people! People! Pulling people out of the swamps of the past, prying their eyes open, shoving their ribs... beating them, twisting them, teaching them, making them talents... traveling thousands of miles through the snow, wading through the mud... destroying, building... Looking back, he was really a little creepy: "Hey, what kind of mountain is that that has not been moved!"

Suddenly, Zhu Xianhai smiled meaningfully:

“This is the mountain that lies before us now.”

This is a mountain! Not the one in front of us, but the mountain that weighs on the hearts of all Chinese people!

Perhaps, the living habits of new immigrants can be quickly changed through education in education camps. They will become clean, tidy, and even walk with extra energy. However, the consciousness and habits in their roots are deeply rooted, and it is very difficult to change their consciousness.

Apart from anything else, it is very difficult to change the idea of ​​mutual tolerance that is influenced by the "Taoism of Laozi and Zhuangzi". It is a deep-rooted habit that has influenced the Han people for thousands of years!

Not to mention that the Han people today are still obedient subjects who have been enslaved by the Qing Dynasty's thoughts and tamed with knives for more than two hundred years. How difficult it is to make them transform themselves into martial people who are proud of dying heroically!

Of course, no matter how difficult it is, we have to do it!

Time waits for no one, so we must seize the day!

(End of this chapter)