I hate the Communist Party chapter 159
In one line, the thoughts of disregard for human life circulating within the Russian Imperial Army could be expressed as a famous advertisement even in modern times.
Wow! Russian army! People are cheaper than bullets and shells!
It is true that the strength of the Russian Empire compared to other countries is its abundant human resources suitable for a huge land.
In fact, the majority of the conquerors who have invaded Russia so far have been defeated by suffocation by the overly large land and the constantly coming troops even if they are destroyed.
Even so, from peacetime, not wartime, it was necessary to look at the climate in which ordinary soldiers were regarded as their servants or, in severe cases, as expendables rather than humans.
During the Russian Communist Revolution, one of the reasons soldiers turned their guns to officers who stood behind them, not populists, was because of inhuman treatment.
This was also a problem due to the difference in status he had from birth.
To the officers who were educated by their parents who still remember the days of serfdom, the soldiers had no choice but to appear to be the ones who had to support and serve themselves, not the objects they had to protect and lead.
‘In the upcoming war, human lives are said to be literally used like bullets, but it is highly likely that this awareness is prevalent among platoon commander-level officers who have to live with and charge their subordinates. I’ll have to alleviate this a little
But it’s easy.
To unite officers from aristocrats, soldiers from commoners, and deputies into one would be like making something new by mixing unmixed water and oil into one. In terms of difficulty.
But did you say that there is no impossible?
Water and oil, which do not mix due to their different properties, could be united as a fusion of nobles and commoners, which seemed impossible at first glance, just as if there were surfactants such as eggs, and mayonnaise.
If it were a general society, it would have been much more difficult, but this was an army.
And the easiest way to unite the army without knowing it was to create an outside enemy.
Although memory and experience as modern people were not helpful in the industrial part used in the military field, memories of being Koreans this time were expected to be helpful.
The conscription system due to the special circumstances of the country of Korea, that is, those who have fulfilled their duty of national defense, know that even those who have not been so good usually know the training to unite in one heart.
From the standpoint of seeing that the two opposing seniors, who were usually in an uncomfortable relationship, share cigarettes with each other, confide in their hearts, and maintain a smoother relationship than before after training, physical hardship was considered the correct answer.
I joyfully began to write down the details of how to materialize the training I had thought of and which units to start with.
In addition to that, I included mild punishment for my brother who laughed at my son’s humiliation.
* * *
Borodin was increasingly dissatisfied with joining the Russian Imperial Army these days.
Born as the third son of a local aristocratic family, he was struggling with the family’s insufficient finances, unlike his first brother who helped his father to manage the territory, but from the beginning he wanted to go a different way and went to study in Western Europe. .
-I can’t see you anymore! Choose! Whether you are enlisted in the military or you know, you are kicked out of the house!
Then one day, unlike the usual admonition or a few minutes, he was pushed by the momentum of his father with a ugly face and his first brother who looked at him with cold eyes from the side, and he applied to the army to protect the tsar. It was the background to be in.
It was okay at first.
On the contrary, after joining the military, I was able to live a better life than when I ate my eyes at home.
His first brother or father carried out his words, but unlike the servants of the family who had noticed, the servants employed by the state subsidies were quick to come.
How convenient it is to use the subordinates assigned under the command when the attendant is away from there!
“Ah, damn. Why don’t you get rid of the subsidy?
It is now an old story, but since the subsidies paid to employment from beginning to end in accordance with the military-related budget reform announced last year have disappeared, he has not been able to hire the beginning.
Still, most of the work was done to the soldiers, but they couldn’t do things like helping them to put on their boots in the morning or cleaning the quarters as they do now.
It was because the company commander, who can be said to be his superior, was from a common people, so he didn’t look very fine at mobilizing soldiers for such a thing.
“Anyway, those from lowly origin don’t even know how to reign over others. You have to show them that you’re up on a regular basis. Don’t you know that you’re going to follow your situation and follow?”
Even so, Borodin didn’t have the guts to express his dissatisfaction with the company commander, so he only complained about himself today in his quarters.
This annoyance of the day is when the soldiers are forced to do a useless and laborious task and look at it and think that I should solve it.
What luckily worked for Borrodin was that he did not play around with supplies or the salary to be paid to his subordinates.
This was not because Borodin had a conscience that he couldn’t do that.
It was just because he wasn’t so precise or gutsful that he could do such things without being noticed by others.
In addition, Borodin’s ability to observe the atmosphere around him that allowed him to survive intact to this day was also a part.
When a fellow officer in a similar situation asked Borodin to make some money by stealing bullets or clothing, the unexplained ominousness made him reject the offer.
And the choice of the day resulted in the fact that, while Borodin may still be glanced at by his soldiers today, he still remains with the troops stationed near St.Petersburg, while the fellow who offered the offer was taken to prison.
‘Because you’re a stupid guy, so do it in moderation and eat it.’
Borodin, who left the lodgings today, contemplating how to relieve stress with the soldiers, felt a subtle atmosphere in the barracks.
As he remembers, there was only one thing this atmosphere meant.
‘training! It is also the atmosphere when a fairly large training was scheduled.’
Normally, it would be a natural soldier not to welcome training very much, but Borodin was a person who became excited as training approached.
Not because he is a great soldier who sees training as an important event to reduce damage and survive in the future battles, but because training was an opportunity for Borrodin to legally roll his men.
In the middle of the training, even the company commander, who looked at him unpleasantly, did not interfere in any case because he was a nobleman.
With a lighter footstep than before, Borodin moved to the barracks where his platoon was living.
* * *
“The only voice comes out! Even a newborn foal will have a louder voice than yours! No louder answer!”
“Uh, I’m getting my feet down because I’m making my voice louder. Wanna do it all over again? uh? Can you do it all over again?”
“Then go straight ahead. Straighten your legs and put your feet up.”
‘What the hell is this in?’
It was for a while that the opportunity to roll my subordinates worse than usual had come, and for a while, the training I am receiving is because I have never experienced it.
If you think about it, something went weird when the troops packed up and marched to the training ground.
Originally, he would have carried his military commander on his back instead, but when he tried to do what he was doing as usual, the control officer, who came out from somewhere, sanctioned him saying what this was doing.
Seeing the control officer cheating from the start, I felt that something was wrong when I put on the back of an outfit that felt 1.5 times heavier than the original, saying that I had to fix my mental head.
Even when I told the other party that I was from an aristocrat, the only thing that came back was coot.
He tried to protest again, but the whistle that rang out at that time gave him the first time in his life to experience his legs trembling.
Barely carrying the military commander-the eyes of the men who saw him wearing it were wide open-when I arrived at the training ground, I thought I would be able to rest a little now, but the return was a cry asking if I could move quickly.
Originally, it would have been ignored or sent a subordinate instead to find out what was going on, but the fact that it was the first time they were suffering from exhaustion was overlaid with the sound of a yell and gathered in the wide sandy ground. Was.
After that, tortures that seemed to have been taught by the devil on how to inflict maximum pain and hardship on the human body, which have not been experienced before, continued.
Borodin’s patience came to the fore as tortures of gymnastics such as lying down and twisting his whole body or keeping his arm up firmly with 11 characters in the equestrian posture continued.
He got up from his seat, thinking that he couldn’t do it, and said to the man who seemed to be in charge of this training,’I am from a nobleman and I will not receive any more training that has no meaning and is difficult.’ Pointed to one side of.
And there, Borodin could see a man he had never thought of as a barley.
No other than that, the younger brother of the tsar who ruled the Russian Empire, and the noble Grand Duke Mikhail, who was incomparable to him, was doing the same posture he was just doing.
-So, what did you say earlier? Did you say you were too noble to do this? Then, would you like to say the same thing once in front of the anti-aircraft decline? if not.
He took one breath, then shouted in a voice comparable to that of a train.
-Even now, go back to where you were and keep the posture you used to be! The bastard brat!
Borodin quietly returned to his seat.
korean novel I hate Communist Party chapter 159