196 dark gun

The smell of spring has sprouted on the newly sprouted treetops. It was the spring of 1913.

The loud military song sounded in the field, and the bright sunshine came from the clear sky in March. The infantry came neatly from the paved road. Obviously, these soldiers just returned from the wild and didn't know how many days they had been there. Their Western-style military uniforms have been washed white, and the position of the shoulder carrying the gun and the position of the hands and joints that often rub against the ground have been patched. Mud water and alkali are mixed together, making the military uniform look a little soft. Only the blood-stained flag of the National Revolutionary Army is still bright and eye-catching.

Instructors and soldiers have changed their skin color to bronze, no matter where they come from. It looks thin, but the body seems to contain infinite energy.

When Wuchang Army Officer School was founded, it was at a time when Li wanted to lead the Hubei army to rise like a comet to create a generation of legends, and also at the time when the Chinese people woke up in the wind and thunder of the Xinhai Revolution. This is a fiery era of wind and thunder, and it is also a romantic era of heroes competing to perform. Therefore, the Wuchang Military Academy, which smelted the top soldiers of the Great Revolution, has become a gathering place for talents from all walks of life.

The education level of the cadets is uneven. There are international students who have returned from abroad, some are college students, some are only at the middle school level, and some have not even entered the primary school. Most of them are from workers, peasants and urban petty bourgeoisie families. Most of them devote themselves to the military academy with the determination to devote themselves to the revolution. They belong to the revolutionary youth with ideals and retribution. They are heroic. They are a new type of army that has never been seen in the old Chinese army.

There is such a group of officers in the next war. Li wants to have one more chance of winning.

The victory of the Kuomintang in the parliamentary primary at the end of 1912 made many people think that the formation of the Kuomintang was a bad thing. Li wants to know that this is the beginning of the war and the trigger of the second revolution!

Li Xiang is preparing nervously! While he was training hard on the army, he worked in the staff headquarters. The villa in Luojiashan has not been back for a long time. The information was summarized, the information was collected, the ideas were put forward, and the plans were made one by one... His whole mind and energy were filled by the upcoming storm.

Sometimes Li thinks that he is also counting with his fingers. What day is it? He can't remember the specific days, but he remembers that after the Xinhai Revolution, history has long changed. Li just thinks in his heart that it's time to come, right?

Historically, under the circumstances that Song Jiaoren refused to cooperate with the military, Li Xiang was also unprepared, and there was nowhere to guard... Li Xiang could only sigh in Wuchang and wait for the tragedy to happen.

Or, Li Xiang can save Song Jiaoren's life at the railway station. Li Xiang has no doubt that the Kuomintang cabinet cannot be formed smoothly. Li wants to believe that Yuan Shikai has 10,000 ways that Song Jiaoren can't form a cabinet, but it's even more shameless. Anyway, in the end, it's about strength and the barrel of the gun. It doesn't matter how ridiculous it is... Yuan Shikai will eventually carry out the dictatorship to the end!

What is contradictory now is that Li wants to look forward to the arrival of the "Second Revolution" and hope to have more time to prepare for him. There are too many things to do. There are too many things to do. Training equipment, improving the relationship with the well-sighted people of the Kuomintang Reform School, optimizing their own strategic posture, and one thing to carefully deduce... Let him lose his hair these days, and I don't know how many brain cells he has died.

Unfortunately, there are not many people in the reformist who see that this is the night before the storm brewing. At least there are no people who frown with him - they are all rejoicing for the victory of the primary election and fantasize about the bright prospect of Song Jiaoren's formation in the north.

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Shanghai.

On this day, the sky was gloomy, and it had been drizzling since early in the morning. At night, the night is thicker.

Accompanied by Huang Xing, Liao Zhongkai, Chen Qimei and Yu Youren, Song Jiaoren took a four-wheeled carriage from the Minli Daily to Shanghai Huning Station. After the beginning of the year, Song Jiaoren went north one after another because of the members of the National Assembly. As the acting chairman of the Kuomintang, he prepared to go to Beijing to participate in the National Assembly.

Although Shanghai's Shili Yangchang is still brightly lit, after all, the streets are not as lively as sunny days, and there are few pedestrians. The four-wheeled carriage they took was on a street leading to Shanghai Railway Station, traveling slowly in the drizzle. In order to stop the rain, all the canvas curtains around the car fell down and were tightly covered. Song Jiaoren, Huang Xing, Chen Qimei and Yu Youren talked and laughed in the car.

Song Jiaoren, who was sitting in the front row of the carriage, turned his head and said to Huang Xing, who was sitting in the back row, "Brother Keqiang, you have to make all the preparations from now on. After the closure of the Congress, you will come to Beijing. According to the situation of the Congress, we will discuss how to go next chess."

Huang Xing replied with a little excitement, "If the matter of our party's cabinet is really realized and the responsible cabinet is formulated, even Qi Mei and Zhong Kai have to go to Beijing together."

"At that time, Mr. Sun should also come back from Japan." Liao Zhongkai added.

Yu Youren suddenly said to Song Jiaoren, "I haven't seen you again these days. There is an anonymous rebuttal."

After Song Jiaoren came out of Beijing, he made speeches in Changsha, Wuhan, Nanjing, Shanghai and other places to publicize the political opinions of political parties, and criticize Yuan Shikai's government. He believed that since the founding of the Republic of China, "nothing is good to be described", financially unplanned, and diplomatically incapable. Such a "bad government" urgently needs to hire doctors for diagnosis and treatment, and Only the Kuomintang people can fulfill their "doctor" duties. Song Jiaoren said without hesitation that the future responsible cabinet prime minister is his own, and he will conscientiously maintain the implementation of democratic politics, and the biggest obstacle to the realization of the party politics and organizational responsibility cabinet is Yuan Shikai. In the near future, Yuan Shikai may "thre up the treaty and betray the Republic of China", which is the time for him to "dig his own grave and destroy himself". Although Song Jiaoren is considered to have a good relationship with Yuan Shikai in the leadership of the League, he still pointed out without hesitation that Yuan Shikai is a "cunning treacherous hero". In the future, only the Congress can control this "treacherous hero": "The sovereignty of a democratic country lies in the people, and the representative of the people is the Congress. The government affairs of the country are completely handled by the cabinet, and the creation of the cabinet cannot be passed by the parliament. As for the president, he is just a virtual king. No matter how cunning he is, he can't afford to do evil. As long as our party controls the Congress well, it can control Yuan Shikai.

Yuan Shikai can no longer keep silent about Song Jiaoren's attack. He hired someone to criticize Song Jiaoren anonymously, saying that Song Jiaoren did anything to become the prime minister: "Do you have a problem with the president? I saw his movement cabinet. At that time, he flattered the president. I was afraid that he would not come. There was no gap between water and milk. Is there an old grudge against the current government? I saw the sports cabinet. At that time, the banquet was visited, and it was almost empty. At the beginning of dull communication, he is famous, popular, and has a similar voice, and there is no gap. However, it is too much to hate, and it is crazy. It has its own reason... As soon as it vents the old indignation, the old people are squeezed out, and then the husband's purpose is rewarding, and the Prime Minister is expected. Its means are strange, and its efforts are hard!"

Song Jiaoren openly argued with Anonymous in the newspaper.

Song Jiaoren looked up to the sky and laughed proudly and said, "From now on, the southerners will never turn back." After saying that, he couldn't stop laughing. There were tears in the corners of his eyes.

No one has ever seen him laugh so wildly in the past, which shows that he is complacent.

Chen Yingshi inserted zui and said, "Butchu, don't be happy. If you are careful, they will use assassination to deal with you."

Chen Qimei is also a hero, and she immediately thought of it.

Song Jiaoren laughed more and said, "I'm in Wuchang and Li Xiang is so noble. You guys... The older you are, the less timid you are... Only we revolutionaries will assassinate. How can we be afraid that they will assassinate us?

"At the beginning of escape, don't be careless." Yu Youren also warned him and said, "Li Shuai and Ying Shi are right. Indeed, you have to be careful. I think it's safer for you to go to Jinjing this time by sea boat. We have refunded the ticket. It's time to go by boat.

Song Jiaoren shook his head and said, "That's too slow. I must take the Jinpu Road train.

The reason why Song Jiaoren thinks the ship is slow is that according to the order issued by Yuan Shikai on March 19, the National Assembly of the Republic of China will officially open on April 8, and the Kuomintang has won the election, so it is extremely urgent for Song Jiaoren to return to Beijing to form a cabinet. The day after Yuan Shikai issued the order, he decided to return north immediately.

"Dunchu, it's better to be careful." Huang Xing was a little restless when sitting in the four-wheeled carriage, and he was not afraid to remind him to be careful again.

Song Jiaoren said, "It doesn't matter. I will unify the whole situation in this trip, reconcile the north and the south, and be upright. There is nothing to be afraid of. Although the affairs of the country are harmful, we should still do it together.

In the temporary special parliamentary reception room of Huning Railway Station, it is quite ornamental: under a 16-headed magnolia chandelier, there are several long tables, white silk tablecloths with lotus leaf edges, exquisite tea sets, various kinds of candies and cigarettes on the table, around the table, on a colored wooden rattan seats, there are already sitting 20 The remaining legislators and well-known people from all walks of life in Shanghai who came to see them off.

More than 20 minutes before entering the ticket gate and getting on the bus, Song Jiaoren, Huang Xing, Chen Qimei, Yu Youren and Liao Zhongkai just got off the carriage. A few people holding umbrellas came out of the door of the reception room and enthusiastically greeted the carriage: "Oh, it's Mr. Huang, Mr. Song, Mr. Chen, Mr. Liao, missed the welcome!"

Song Jiaoren, Huang Xing and others did not know them and thought they were temporary waiters hired by the government. Song Jiaoren, Huang Xing and others all wore windbreakers and top hats. The rain was not heavy, but the greeters still held umbrellas and took them into the station. At the moment of entering the door, a man sneaked by at the corner of the reception room leading to the entrance.

Liao Zhongkai's eyes were quick-eyed. Seeing this situation, he suddenly had doubts in his heart. He vigilantly touched Song Jiaoren with his elbow and leaned sideways to his ear and said, "Brother Chu, there seems to be a bad guy over there."

Hearing this, Song Jiaoren glanced at the corner disapprovingly and replied softly, "These people have been hanging behind me since I went south from Beijing. It's okay. This kind of thing can't be prevented." Then he staddled into the reception room.

Outside the window, the wind is still wrapped in drizzle, flying everywhere. On the night of early spring, there is a chill. There was a warm atmosphere in the reception room of the station. Those who knew each other and did not know each other and greeted each other, especially Song Jiaoren, who was about to go to Beijing. With the arrival of such a young and prestigious party leader, people naturally gathered around him without saying polite words and compliments. Song Jiaoren entertained excitedly. Even in a few short conversations with people, he also mentioned the ideas of "political party" and "responsible cabinet" several times, so that several non-national party members turned around and showed some displeasure on their faces after the greeting.

At nearly 10:40, a rapid bell made the lively reception room suddenly quiet. The ticket has started to enter the station. The legislators are regarded as the first of the first distinguished guests to enter the station.

Song Jiaoren picked up a small suitcase beside him, turned to Huang Xing, Chen Qimei, Liao Zhongkai and Yu Youren and said, "Brothers, please stay. Take care of yourself and wait for our good news!"

Huang Xing took Song Jiaoren's hand and said affectionately, "Don't forget to write a letter to Mr. Sun when you arrive in Beijing. According to the schedule, he may arrive in Nagasaki tomorrow."

"Definite, definitely. However, I want to wait until the end of Congress. At that time, I will report a great good news that he didn't expect, which will make him happy. Ha, ha, ha..." Song Jiaoren strode out of the reception room with a smile.

Other parliamentarians have entered the ticket gate a little earlier. Accompanied by Huang Xing, Chen Qimei, Liao Zhongkai and Yu Youren, Song Jiaoren hurried to the ticket gate. It was only a few tens of meters from the reception room to the ticket gate. As soon as they were halfway, they suddenly made three shots. Song Jiaoren shouted, "Someone stabbed me!"

Song Jiaoren's small suitcase fell from his hand to the ground. He covered his waist with his hands and then fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of the windbreaker.

There are sirens everywhere in the railway station. The patrolmen found a man with a pistol, who was taking advantage of the chaos in the station and fled in a panic. The patrol determined that the man was the murderer, so he followed him closely. The murderer was a short man, wearing a black tweed officer uniform. He didn't run fast. It seemed that he was very panicked.

Outside the station, the wind is roaring, the drizzle is dim, and the lights are dim. As soon as the murderer ran to the asphalt road around the corner, he saw a pool of water in front of him and was about to avoid it. Unexpectedly, he slipped on one side of the road because it was wet and slippery. The patrolman tried his best to catch up and was about to be caught. The murderer fired two shots first. The first two patrolmen fell on the road. The murderer immediately jumped into an alley. When the patrol behind him chased him, he had disappeared in the misty night rain.

Before the gunshot, another group of send-offs were Yu Youren and others. They were still talking in the senator's reception room. They turned their heads and saw Song, Huang and others. They hurried out and knew that they had entered the platform first. While they were marching, they heard the sound of gunfire and ran to the entrance. They happened to meet Song who was shot. He touched his right waist with one hand and supported Huang with the other. Xing.

Yu Youren said very calmly at this time, "Now, on the one hand, I have to hunt down the murderer. On the other hand, I will be sent to the hospital quickly. I'll find the car."

After saying that, he ran to the parking lot outside the station, found a car, and helped Song Jiaoren into the car. On the one hand, the left-delivered pedestrians were ordered to call the police to chase the murderer quickly, and the driver was ordered to drive fast to the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway Hospital on Target Road.

Song Jiaoren was still very clear at this time. He pulled Yu Youren's head to his chest with his hand and gasped, "I'm very painful. I'm afraid I can't live. Now there are three things entrusted to me: (1) All the books stored in Nanjing, Beijing and Tokyo are donated to the Nanjing Library; (2) My family is very poor, my mother is still there, and I'm dead. After that, please take care of me; (3) Please continue to fight to save the country and don't give up your responsibility for me.

Railway hospital.

Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others waited anxiously outside the hospital doctor's consultation. The door of the consultation room opened, and two gold medal doctors in the hospital, Dr. Gerburn and Dr. Beringhas, came out.

"How's the doctor?"

"After our joint diagnosis, Mr. Song Jiaoren's injury is very serious, and he must have an operation to be expected."

... Song Jiaoren was pushed into the operating room...

... The door of the operating room was opened again, and Song Jiaoren, who was moaning, was pushed out by the nurse, and Huang Xing and others immediately surrounded him.

Dr. Gerben whispered, "The bullet has been taken out of the lower abdomen with pliers..."

Everyone's hearts are relieved...

"But we found that the bullet was poisonous..."

The faces of Huang Xing and Yu Youren have changed again...

At this time, Song Jiaoren's mind was still clear. He pulled Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others, and said repeatedly, "I tried my best to reconcile the north and the south, but the rumormongers and ordinary people don't know the reason. Every time there are many misunderstandings, I really don't close my eyes."

Everyone's tears rolled down.

"Ke Qiang planned to report the assassination to Yuan Shikai..."

At this time, Song Jiaoren didn't know if he understood anything.

"You said." Huang Xingning swallowed.

President Yuan Dajian of Beijing: Ren took a Shanghai-Nanjing bus to Beijing to visit Junzuo this night. At 10:45, he was suddenly shot in the back by a traitor at the station. The bullet went from the upper waist to the lower abdomen, bound to death. Since he was taught, he has been tied up and loved himself. Although he has not been found, he has never complained about himself. The Qing government is bad, and the reform is also important to humane, abiding by justice, and does not dare to have any right. Today's country is not solid, and the people's blessings do not increase. If you let go, you will die with hatred. President Fuji is open-minded and tries his best to protect civil rights, so that the country can determine the constitution, although it dies, it will still be a lifetime. On the verge of death, I still pray for appreciation. Song Jiaoren. "Oh."

In the morning, Song's illness worsened, his hands were cold, his eyes turned up, and he said, "We should concentrate on the national strength to the outside world."

It was delayed until 4 o'clock in the morning. I couldn't speak. I just looked around with dim eyes and was full of reluctance.

Huang Xing, Yu Youren, Chen Qimei, Fan Hexian and others all gathered around the sick bed.

Huang Xing said loudly in Song Jiaoren's ear, "Bunchu, we will take care of everything about you. Don't worry!"

Song Jiaoren opened his eyes vigorously, tears appeared in his eyes, and slowly and slowly cut his breath...

Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others cried...

Chen Qimei beat her chest and fell to her feet: "I'm not willing, I'm really unwilling to do this!