Chapter 805: 805 winter greetings
Chapter 805 805 Winter Greetings
Improving the quality of the citizens so that they can better serve the state machinery, the country will become stronger and gain more benefits, and it will feed back education to improve the quality of the people...all this is a closed loop that complements each other.
At this point in development, the role of Tang Mo’s “humanoid self-propelled plotting machine” has become more and more “inspirational”. He no longer does everything on the front lines and is only responsible for making the right decisions at critical moments.
Today's Datang Empire has the most comprehensive and powerful scientific research team in the world. With the Tang Empire as its back, it is unrivaled in the field of technology research and development.
The most cutting-edge technologies in the world are concentrated in the Tang State. There is no doubt about this. Other countries are not even qualified to challenge. They are chasing after the Tang State desperately, and they can't even eat the exhaust.
There are only two kinds of technological achievements in the whole world: the technology that Tang State uses itself, and the technology that Tang State is willing to sell to other countries for use...
The world's top talents are gathered in Chang'an, Tongcheng, Linshui and Longgang. They come from all over the world and are the smartest people in the world.
They are here day and night tinkering with technology that has never been heard of outside, and then trying their best to realize it.
There are Tang people here, there are Susans and Lions, Dornish people and dwarf elves, and even a few Chinese have recently arrived.
Tang Mo didn’t even have to worry about the loyalty of these scientists, because no one wanted to leave. They had seen a higher level of scenery in the Tang Empire.
Even if some of these people want to return to their country and want to leave, they will soon find that after leaving here, people in other areas will not even understand what he said - no one wants to study with a group of engineers who are studying steam engines. Particle collider.
The pain caused by the war is being healed bit by bit by time, and the impact of the war is still changing the world subtly.
Outside the door of a brand-new residence in Beiyuan City, an officer adjusted his military uniform, carefully adjusted the White Blade Medal on his chest, and then knocked on the door in front of him anxiously.
The person who opened the door was an old woman. She also looked very nervous. After seeing the officer standing at the door, she was obviously stunned.
"What's the matter with you?" The old woman seemed to have guessed something, and asked as calmly as possible.
The officer standing there adjusted his breathing, took a document from the adjutant behind him, and handed it to the old woman standing at the door: "Your son performed very bravely on the battlefield. Thank you for his contribution to the empire." Contribution. Unfortunately, he died in the Battle of Fengjiang..."
The old woman could not quite hear what she said next. What she feared most had happened. One of her two sons would never come back to her.
She did not reach out to pick up the obituary, because her hands were so heavy that she could not lift them up.
The officer opposite held the piece of paper in both hands and said nothing. He was used to all this because he had delivered such obituaries to several families today.
In war, it is very common for someone to die, but for the family of the deceased, such bad news is as devastating as a landslide and a tsunami.
"Madam." Finally, the officer opened his dry lips and called the other party softly, reminding her that it was time to take the piece of paper representing "honor".
That was the last glory a person left in this world. Everything he had during his lifetime and his courage were all on this white paper.
"Oh...oh." The old woman heard the reminder and subconsciously reached out her hand. When she touched the paper, she couldn't help but shrink back, as if the paper was a red-hot iron.
But in the end, she reached forward again, took the piece of paper, and saw the lines of text on it.
She is actually illiterate. She was once a native of Northern Qi, and later became a native of Tang Dynasty and lived a good life. She had three sons, one was killed by the Mirage people who occupied Beiyuan City, and the other died in Fengjiang. Only one younger son was left, who now works on the railway.
"He, he didn't cause you any trouble, did he..." The old lady looked at the officer standing there and held it in for a long time before she asked.
The officer who heard this sentence was startled, and then immediately replied: "No, he is very brave and made outstanding contributions to this victory."
This is a standard set of rhetoric, which is a bit pathetic. Every soldier who died sacrificed his life for the greatest victory in a key battle. It seemed that every death was so meaningful.
But the fact is that some of these soldiers died in the wet and cold corners of the trenches, and some were shot by snipers beside the campfire. They were humble and innocent, and many of them had nothing to do with bravery.
Soldiers who screamed in fright may die from a shell that fell unexpectedly, and brave veterans may be buried alive by falling rubble.
War is so cruel to life, so everyone pursues victory, because victory is the best consolation for all tragedies, all wounds, and all pain.
"That's good...that's good." The old woman leaned on the door frame, as if she had no strength, and nodded blankly. Only she knows her current pain, and no one can comfort or understand it. She really wants to see her little son now, because that is her only concern.
"This is the pension given by the state to your son. I hope you can show mercy and accept the change." The officer once again took something from his deputy and handed it to the confused old woman again.
The lower part is a military uniform, an infantry uniform, and above it is a large-brimmed military hat with the imperial dragon emblem embroidered in the center.
The old woman reached out and took the suit of clothes almost mechanically. She saw the box under the hat and the envelope under the box.
Inside the envelope were two one-hundred-gold-coin notes. Ordinary civilians might never see such a denomination in their lifetime. The Tang State issued similar pensions to every soldier who died in battle, and from now on, 50 silver coins will be distributed every month as living expenses for their families.
In the box is a third-class White Blade Medal, which is an honor that every soldier who died in battle will have: This also shows that the fallen soldier really had no outstanding performance. After he died in battle, he only had a third-class White Blade Medal.
If you are a truly battle-hardened warrior, you will usually be awarded a higher-level Medal of White Blades. If you have received a second-class Medal of White Blades during your lifetime, you will be upgraded to a first-class Medal of White Blades after you die in battle. Therefore, simply from the level of the medal, we can see the general performance of the soldiers when they sacrificed their lives.
Of course, no one would open these things and check them on the spot. The old woman was holding these things, and tears could not stop flowing down.
While sobbing, she explained sheepishly: "I'm sorry! I, I'm really sad..."
"It's okay, it's okay, ma'am... we understand." The officer came here to express his condolences, so naturally he wouldn't mind.
On the contrary, he also has the responsibility to comfort the families of the fallen soldiers and help these families solve some practical problems within their ability.
Such things happened in every corner of the Tang State. After all, many people in the Tang State were killed in this war.
Tang Mo has provided a pension of at least 10 million gold coins for this, and will also provide another sum of money every month in the future to subsidize the living expenses of the families of these sacrificed soldiers.
Needless to say, the losses of the Dahua Empire and the Chu State were lost. The number of surrendered Dahua troops alone was about 1 million.
At least one-third of these troops are not cannon fodder temporarily recruited, but are the true elites of the Great China Empire.
They all surrendered together with Qian Jinhang. Now these people are atone for their mistakes and are undergoing labor reform in Tang Dynasty.
The same was true for the Chu State. Hundreds of thousands of troops surrendered, but were eventually disarmed and sent back to fend for themselves.
Now most of them have entered factories and have good jobs, and their monthly income has more than doubled than before.
In addition, this war also destroyed the homes of at least 3 million people. Both Fengjiang City and Xicong City were turned into ruins. More than 1 million people were homeless, and more than 1 million people had no houses to protect them from the cold in winter.
900 kilometers of roads suffered varying degrees of destruction and damage, 700 kilometers of railways were damaged and required repairs, and there were countless material losses.
Rusty tank wreckage can be seen everywhere in the war zone, most of which are Type 1 and Type 2 tanks of the Dahua Empire.
Damaged aircraft abound in field airports everywhere. These bi-winged, outdated aircraft were abandoned on the battlefield, eroded by time, and looked in a miserable state.
The fuselages of many planes have been broken, and the canvas skins on the wings have been damaged and have holes. The wind passed over the wreckage of these planes, blowing out waves of unpleasant whines.
You can see bones everywhere in the trenches, helmets with bullet holes, helmets that have changed their shape, broken and damaged helmets discarded in the corners, and empty ammunition boxes next to them.
Children in nearby villages were looking for bullet casings of various calibers next to the smelly corpses, because such things could be exchanged for money in both the Dahua Empire and the Tang Empire.
They were playing and playing around the discarded 76mm anti-aircraft guns and jumping on the car wreckage without wheels or engines.
It was as if the war had completely gone away. Their laughter echoed across the fields, carefree and innocent.
Soon, a child screamed because a white snowflake fell on the tip of his nose, and the bone-deep coldness brought winter greetings.
(End of this chapter)