237 Hanshang's first skill
The sound of the horn of the camp outside Dazhimen sounded, followed by the sound of the yellow bells of all temples in Hankou. Then there were the throats of countless men, and at the same time they were gently singing a sad song. The song gradually became high, and the blood-stained demeanor a hundred years later suddenly penetrated into the hearts of every people a hundred years ago. It was only at this time that they heard the true essence of this long-familiar song.
This is not in the Goulan wine shop. The book business is self-proportionate and romantic singing, nor is it the bright-to-sighted singer skillfully plucks the strings and smiles. It is the tens of thousands of athletes for the rest of their lives, carrying a cold wind like a sword and blood stains. In every place in the land watered by the blood of the honor of the Han family, they look at the gloomy starry sky above their heads with the robes. From Qin to Han, they sing to today, which belongs to the strong civilization of China!
Maybe I will say goodbye and never come back. Do you understand? Do you understand?
Maybe I will fall down and won't get up again. Do you still want to look forward to it forever?
If so, don't be sad. The flag of the Republic has our blood-stained style.
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Maybe I can't open my eyes anymore. Do you understand my silence?
Maybe I can't wake up from my sleep. Do you believe that I have made mountains?
If so, don't be sad. There is our love in the soil of the Republic.
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What is the war of the revolution? What are the soldiers who died for? Do they understand? Do they understand the silent feelings of the revolutionary soldiers?
Between the blood and tears of the history books, how many of them are recorded? Have you recorded that 300,000 people in Mengtian in the Great Qin Dynasty chased the Xiongnu to the north? Did you write down Li Ling's helpless sigh in the desperate situation? Did you write down the good men under Huo's command who went straight into the desperate area? Did you record the tens of thousands of loyal souls in front of Jishi Mountain in Tubo in the Tang Dynasty? Did you record the hardship of more than hundreds of thousands of Han children in Hexi during the Song Dynasty until the enemy finally drowned them? Have you written down the names and surnames of every child who can't return to their hometown in the Long March before the Gaoshan River, Haoshui River and Yanmen Pass in history?
Li Xiang will not let countless unknown Yue Wumu become a famous Yue Wumu. At this moment, Li wants the Chinese nation and the history of the nation to remember tens of millions of unknown Yue Wumu from now on.
The rows of hero decks are proof!
Perhaps only such exaggerated shocking scenes can awaken the sleeping China!
Modern China is sleeping, and it is the people who sleep the sweetest.
In ancient society, people were divided into five groups, emperors, scholars, farmers, workers and merchants. Although there was an appeal that "the rise and fall of the world and every man is responsible", in fact, the first two were responsible. The latter three had neither a sense of responsibility nor a channel to exert their responsibilities. Tang Zengbi, the national literature teacher of Lian Taizu and who participated in the founding of the People's Daily, once said that the "national trend" during the revolutionary period at the end of the Qing Dynasty could only be "inculcate more than the middle". As for those sentient beings such as merchants and peasants, even the ** thing as "expelling the Tart" is not interested in listening to.
Li wants to give them a channel to fulfill their responsibilities, realize their dreams, and create glory: revolution! He wants to instill the trend of national thought into every corner of society, starting with this triumphant victory!
Since the Wuxu Change, a new generation of scholars have always hoped to introduce the Western system to save the decline of Chinese society. However, most of China's 400 million people don't even know the ABC of civil rights. Mr. Yang Tianshi once put forward the view that it was not the so-called "national bourgeoisie" but " republican intellectuals" that led the 1911 Revolution, but who did the " republican intellectuals" include? Among them, there should be professional revolutionaries, young students, professional writers, new soldiers or military cadetaries in military uniforms, and perhaps "advanced" party members, etc., but it is undeniable that farmers who account for at least 90% of the country's population, where are they in this revolution?
The spark of republican democratic ideas is in the vast sea of people (most of them are probably illiterate), just like the rocks occasionally exposed on the vast ocean. The revolutionaries are not interested in awakening the peasants, and the vast majority of farmers are also indifferent to the so-called "revolution". Revolutionaries may want to ask themselves: What can revolution bring to the peasants? What changes can the republic bring to their lives? Revolutionaries may say that the sparrow does not know Honghu's ambition, but on the other hand, if Honghu does not know the needs of the sparrows, why should they support the revolution? And what qualifications do Honghu have to represent them and claim that they represent the trend of the times? How can we expect a brand-new modern democratic society to emerge from it?
No one dares to touch the bottom of society in the Xinhai Revolution. Li dares to think about it!
Under the habit of being complacent and arrogant for hundreds of years, the late Qing Dynasty society is a dull, ignorant and closed society, but it is not really like a pool of stagnant water that can't make any waves, presenting an irredeemable doomsday scene? Li wants to believe it, but it's not completely true.
Tens of thousands of people in Dazhimen suddenly became silent in the face of the solemnity and sacredness that came to their faces. Every citizen subconsciously touched their hands and faces and straightened their clothes. Bow your head as a courtesy.
The people of Hubei, after experiencing the baptism of the war of blood and fire, Marshal Li spared no effort to shout and was awakening!
In their sight, a white flag appeared. Under the flag, there was a famous knight in a white robe. These generals and soldiers are not as shiny and colorful as the Beiyang Army. But everyone also cleaned themselves up and wore large-brimmed hats neatly, but the traces of the enemy's bullet bayonet on it were still clear, and the wounds on their bodies could not be concealed. Everyone's military uniform has been mended, but it is still infiltrated with the blood stains left by the continuous bloody battles.
These white-robed horse soldiers, everyone has a straight waist on the horse's back, and they only use their legs to control the mount. Even so, their queue is far more neat than that of the Beiyang Army, and the ** mounts are also quiet, lifting their feet and falling at the same time. This neat rhythm gradually quieted the originally lively scene outside the Dazhi Gate. What only sounded between heaven and earth was the horseshoe and footsteps with only one voice in each step.
These white-robed knights are holding pieces of spirits with fresh ink in their hands. Layer by layer, as if there is no end. In each spiritual position, there seems to be a loyal soul following. Open your eyes wide, look at the city, and look at the first place of revolution that they are still fighting for, even if they are thousands of miles away.
Outside the Dazhi Gate, this kind of scene, this white, these neat actions of tens of thousands of people, this echoing song seems to have a hypnotic magic, so that everyone can only pay tribute to this army.
Inside the Dazhi Gate, it is still lively at this moment, and the quiet scene outside the Dazhi Gate has become two worlds.
The revolutionary soldiers of Wuchang, who were guarding peace on both sides of the road, also stared at the scene in front of them. One by one, they couldn't help standing up straight, forgot to scold, and there was no need for them to shout and scold to maintain order. One by one, they straightened their heads with big brim hats and bowed their heads in the same way.
The seats are full of clothes like snow, and countless spirits are in front of them. This is the real scene of the hero's victory after returning from a hundred battles!
A team of cavalry passed by, and after the white-robed knights holding the spiritual position, there was a phalanx of knights in armor. These horse knights have rough faces and firm eyes. Above the clothes are all traces left after a hundred battles. The flags in front of each battalion are not as complicated and dazzling as the Beiyang Army. They are all five-star red flags in a unified style, slightly broken. The blood stains immersed in the cloth can no longer be cleaned, but they still proudly float in front of the queue. The red blood is dripping, hunting in the cold wind, guiding countless athletes to follow the flag.
Journalists, both at home and abroad, are desperately pressing the shutter of the camera. The expensive film has been used up one roll after another. They just want to record this precious historical moment, every frame and every frame!
After the endless cavalry, the knights of the 300 Golden Eagle Commando were surrounded by several commanders. At this time, the people of the three towns in Wuhan saw the posture of Marshal Li clearly for the first time. It's not a vague profile in major newspapers, or a hurried back in Hankou...
This is a general in an ordinary soldier's military uniform, a young and envious young man who is as beautiful as a willow. The large-brimmed hat is still pulled very low, covering the eyebrows that should be very beautiful. The outline of the face under the large-brimmed hat is beautiful and as clear as a knife. His body was slightly thin, and the armed belt around his waist was tightly tied, showing his strong and powerful bee waist. On the horse's back, he sat as straight as a javelin, with a pale little face, squeezed his lips, and did not look left and right, but quietly rode the horse forward. No matter how you look at it, it is not like a peerless general who led Wanfu to defeat the Beiyang strong army and drive the Beiyang army out of Hubei. But everyone's eyes naturally stared at him. It was Li Xiang's invisible aura that made them believe that this was Marshal Li!
Li Xiang suddenly looked up and looked up at the sky. He saw a little snowflakes falling slowly, filling the whole sky, and transforming the previous world into another world in an instant. Every snowflake has a drifting character, and there is an incomparable unity in the difference.
Looking left and right, the farther away is all trapped in the white clouds, adding a rich layer to the first street in Hankou, like a poetic picture scroll, purifying everything with a snow-white color.
Did God also cry?
This figure was fixed on a black-and-white film and later became the front page of Chinese and foreign newspapers. No one expected that in a few years, this figure would become the greatest expectation and last support of the Chinese nation!
After Li Xiang and the Golden Eagle Commando Knights beside him, there is one step after another. These phalanxes are ten times more neat than the front cavalry. Looking horizontally and diagonally, it's all a straight line. The cavalry in front of them pressed the speed of progress, and these marched not fast. They carried rifles, and bayonets pointed diagonally to the sky like a steel jungle, moving slowly with neat steps. Every time you lift your leg, it is like a neat wave, and another neat wave follows. The waves raised, even the snowflakes falling from the sky will pause slightly above their heads. Except for their singing, only neat footsteps can be heard.
This kind of pace seems to have a hypnotic effect, which makes every Wuhan people in his territory dazzled. This kind of Western military queue display is so shocking that everyone dares not breathe loudly.
The military division style, developed into the era a hundred years later, is originally a kind of show-inhibition, a kind of deterrence, a kind of display, and a kind of oppression. Even if you are a well-informed future generation, when you see the National Day ten-year celebration, a team of infantry composed of more than 10,000 people will be turbulent and hot, let alone the people of Wuhan a hundred years ago?
The cavalry brigade in front brought desolation, sadness and depression to the people of Bianliang. Let them know something vaguely. In the feudal system, these have always been at the bottom, and even the status of citizens is inferior to the sergeants. In this country, this nation, what has been sacrificed and what has been paid...
Then the following army brigade brings shock, excitement and encouragement to the people of Wuhan. Such an army is the truly strong army, the division of a hundred battles, and the invincible strength. It is to step through the Guanshan Mountain, to destroy the Hu Fu, to destroy the army and kill the generals, and to return in triumph! Compared with this revolutionary army, the defeated Beiyang Army in front of us can only be far apart!
With such a large march, there is a strange beauty. This kind of beauty is absolutely unfamiliar to the Chinese people of this era.
Most of the participants in this triumph are the former Hubei New Army, which has been trained by the modern army, as well as the recruited student army. Naturally, it is far from being compared with the century-old military parade in later generations, but it has its scale and has its military temperament.
At this moment, they finally know why the fierce Beiyang army retreated to Hankou. How was Han's first achievement in this Xinhai Revolution founded? The revolutionary army in front of us is far beyond their understanding! How to integrate this strong army, how to sharpen it, and how to build it? What kind of person is this Marshal Li, who leads them?
When Li wanted to pass by, these high eyes were concentrated on this thin and silent figure. There are all kinds of emotions in it. Either admiration, or envy, or faint fear, or all kinds of puzzlement, leaving an indelible impression on everyone.
Li wanted to ride on the horse and feel all kinds of eyes. Bai Xue quickly fell a thin layer on his large-brimmed hat, hard and high-up collar, on his shoulders that were not very wide but carried the responsibility of a hundred years of history. At this moment, he still has a sense of unrealism in a trance.
Occasionally, he wanted to look up and look around, but he felt that at this time, he could not see clearly.
At this moment, there is a hot current surging in my heart, and I have taken the first step to success in this ideal era!