For safety reasons and to reduce the defense area, 80% of the population on Luzon Island has been concentrated in Yongxia since the Spanish invasion.
Not only the new city on the north bank of the Pasig River, but also the old city on the south bank...the former Manila Royal City, was renovated and utilized as a resettlement point for members of various farms and communes to take refuge in the city.
Although hundreds of thousands of people poured into the city at the same time, it was completely different from what many people imagined when they fled to the city. There were no dirty refugees with families living under other people's roofs, no one begging on the streets, and no starving people on the ground. There was not even any garbage on the ground, and the city was actually cleaner than before.
Because the Civil Affairs Department of the Governor's Office had already built a large number of resettlement communities in advance. In fact, these communities were originally used to accommodate new immigrants. Now that the immigrants have not arrived yet, they are empty anyway. Wouldn't it be a good idea to give the refugees a temporary place to stay?
Moreover, the people moved into the resettlement area in units of communes, farms and production teams. The resettlement site was divided into districts based on the commune, and the commune director served as the district head, leading the farm directors and production team leaders under him to manage the members he brought with him.
During the evacuation period, the Civil Affairs Department distributed everything from rice, flour, grain, oil, meat, eggs, milk, to coal, lotus root, medicine, and candles, covering the basic needs of hundreds of thousands of members. The members repeatedly sighed that Mr. Zhao and the group were so thoughtful.
They finally understood what it meant to love the people like their own children? This is what it means to love the people like their own children! Tactical retreat... In fact, most of these materials were produced by them in the past few months, working overtime and free of charge outside of normal working hours. The Civil Affairs Department only took from the people and used it for the people, and it was not a heavy burden.
This trick of eating up the food of the previous year may sound simple, but it is no exaggeration to say that in this era, looking around the world, only Jiangnan Group can pull this off.
Zhao Hao has always taught his executives that the strength of a regime or an organization does not depend on how much territory it occupies or how many troops it has. Those can only represent its past strength.
Whether it is strong or not now depends on its organizational ability. The strength of organizational ability is reflected in many aspects. For example, how well is an order passed down from the upper level implemented at the grassroots level? For example, if the upper level distributes 100 dan of disaster relief rations, how many dou will be eaten by the disaster victims in the end?
The higher the organizational ability, the higher the rate of mobilization of the total wealth of the organization, and the stronger the mobilization of the total population of the organization. Therefore, the strength of organizational ability is always the key to determining its cohesion and combat effectiveness!
No matter how big a regime is, if its organizational power is too weak, it cannot mobilize the wealth and manpower of society for its own use, and its power is weak. So it is not surprising that it is defeated by a small regime with strong organizational power.
This is why Zhao Hao equates organizational strength with the vitality of the group, and he has always focused his greatest energy on building organizational strength.
At least for now, the new Jiangnan Group's strong organizational capabilities are completely ahead of its time.
After the organization was improved, all kinds of incredible miracles appeared. The immigrant elementary school students could even continue to go to school during the refuge period without delaying their final exams... Wow, this doesn't seem to be a good thing.
Another example is that during the refuge period, everyone had a conspicuous ID card pinned to their chest with a string of numbers written on it, such as '695071', which means member No. 71 of the Fifth Production Team of the Ninth Farm of the Sixth Commune.
The Civil Affairs Department does this to facilitate management. Otherwise, if hundreds of thousands of strangers suddenly flood into the city and there is no way to identify their identities, any kind of chaos could occur.
But what the Civil Affairs Department did not expect was that because of the existence of the ID card, all units did not want to be looked down upon. The director repeatedly emphasized to the head of the field, the head of the field to the team leader, and the team leader to the members that they must not do anything shameful, let alone commit crimes, and even if they pretended, they had to pretend to be of high quality. Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to the entire group, and you would never have a good life in the future!
Under the guidance of the government, the members of the commune who had been unable to stop spitting, littering, and urinating and defecating on the farm stopped doing so after entering the city. In order to be the best, the production teams took the initiative to clean the streets and remove the manure trucks. When there was really no work to do, they even looked for work and started painting walls and paving roads, digging sewers for the old city.
As they sweated profusely, the members often felt lost, recalling that they used to work hard all day without giving a cent to others. Why were they so happy now that they were working for the commune all day?
I couldn't figure it out, so I just stopped thinking about it. In the simple perception of the members, since the young master and the group can bring them a safe and well-fed life, then whatever he asks us to do is right.
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In addition to voluntary labor, the members were also concerned about the war on the front lines.
Through repeated propaganda by the Propaganda Department of the Governor's Office, they all knew that the red-haired devils came to invade Luzon and even the Ming Dynasty. Only when the marine police officers and soldiers defeated the invaders could everyone continue their happy life in Luzon.
If the Coast Guard fleet loses to the Red-haired Devil, can they really count on the soldiers who have never been to the battlefield? They are likely to be burned, killed and looted. Just like the tragedy recorded on the Jiannei Massacre Memorial.
So every evening at the meeting, when the director read the newspaper, what everyone was most concerned about was whether there was any news from the front line in that day's newspaper.
However, military operations need to be kept secret, so after the fleet's departure was reported in great detail, news of this nature rarely appeared in the newspapers.
As time went on, everyone became uneasy. Especially after the People's Armed Forces Department issued an order to the reserve forces to support the port fortresses, the anxiety became even worse. The members began to discuss privately, was the Coast Guard defeated by the Red Devils?
If Mr. Zhao hadn't still been in Jiannei and embarrassed himself on the balcony of the headquarters every day... Oh no, he was deliberately trying to reassure everyone. When people were in a panic, everything would definitely not be in order like it is now.
Fortunately, the news of victory never needs to be kept secret. Later in the evening of the 25th, the great news of "the great victory in Leyte Gulf" and "the coast guard wiped out the invading enemy" spread like wildfire from the theater headquarters and quickly spread throughout Yongxia City.
The city was immediately in chaos. People dropped what they were doing and tried desperately to find out whether this was true.
First there were rumors, such as a vendor delivering vegetables to the headquarters and the nearby police station heard firecrackers going off in the compound. Others said that the Governor's Office and the People's Armed Forces Department had called a meeting of the heads of the communes.
People rushed to the outside of the Ministry of People's Armed Forces, clamoring loudly to find out what was going on, and finally called out the Minister of People's Armed Forces, Ximen Qing.
Ximen Qingqiang calmly announced the great news of the complete annihilation of the Invincible Fleet! He also announced that martial law would be lifted from that day forward...
Before he finished speaking, the crowd cheered and rushed forward, lifting him up!
"Put me down, I still have a meeting..." Ximen Qing shouted helplessly. He suffered from seasickness and felt dizzy as soon as his feet left the ground, otherwise he would not have left the Marine Corps.
Unfortunately, at this time, the people were so happy that they threw all the organizational discipline to the back of their minds, and threw Ximen Daguanren, whom they usually only dared to look up to, to the sky again and again to vent their inner excitement!
But this was far from enough, and people began to carry him and march through the streets, sometimes cheering "We won!" and sometimes shouting "Long live the Coast Guard!"
In fact, many people wanted to shout "Long live the other one", but that was a taboo word that the commune repeatedly emphasized. It was said that anyone who shouted it would be arrested and sent to labor camp.
The parade was like a magnet, attracting men, women, young and old from all over the city to the streets.
The shops and businesses on the street were also very busy. The bosses directed their employees to put up lights and decorations and put up slogans such as "Long Live Victory" and "Discounts for Customers". The rationing system has been implemented for the past few months, which has made it difficult for these merchants. Although the Civil Affairs Department will not make them lose money, for merchants, less profit is a loss!
Fortunately, everything is over. We must seize the retaliatory consumption after the victory and make up for the "losses"!
The staff of the Propaganda Department of the Governor-General's Office, along with the reserve militia, hung folding paper lanterns that had been prepared long ago on the streets and posted various victory slogans.
All the schools were on holiday, and primary school students joined in like a group of birds out of a cage, immediately adding a strong festive atmosphere to the victory parade!
Gradually, it really became a festival. Each director organized people from his commune to dance the dragon and lion dances and the Yangko dance. Immigrants from Chaoshan started to dance the Yingge dance. People from southern Fujian started to dance the chest-beating dance, not to be outdone. So the competition started again.
The flower boats and painted boats on the Pasig River, which had been silent for several months, were naturally unwilling to be lonely. The prostitutes put on heavy makeup, the musicians played music, and the pimps shouted loudly: To celebrate the great victory, the girls are back in action, a brand new experience! Full packages are 40% off, and two-way flights are half price, come and play, uncles...
It was already afternoon when we started celebrating, and the happy time passed by so quickly that before we knew it, it was dark.
However, people were in higher spirits, holding torches and lanterns, enjoying the festive night that finally ended the curfew.
In the night, lanterns and torches gathered into long dragons of fire, and the streets were brightly lit. Yongxia City had never been so bright since its construction.
The most lively place among them is Jiannei Square.
Although there was no time to make an Aoshan lantern to celebrate the victory, the Governor's Office still lit a bunch of bonfires in the square. The dragon and lion dances and dance teams were invited to perform together in the center of the square. People also held hands and tirelessly gathered around the bonfires, singing and dancing all night long.
In the quiet war zone headquarters on the south side of the square, Zhao Hao and Jin Ke were still standing on the balcony, watching the celebration outside.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the Governor's Palace began to set off fireworks. Fireworks of various colors bloomed in the night sky, pushing the festive atmosphere to its climax.
"It would be great if Old Wang could see it. He loves the hustle and bustle the most..." Zhao Hao's eyes reflected the red, green and yellow lights, and he said in a hoarse voice.
"He must be watching from the sky." Jin Ke stood behind Zhao Hao and whispered, "And he must be smiling smugly."
"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded heavily and said, "All this is as he wished."
As he spoke, he raised his glass and said, "Cheers, Old Wang!"
"Cheers to all the martyrs!" Jin Ke also raised his glass.
The two of them clinked their glasses lightly, and under the fireworks, they spilled the wine into the north wind...
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