Chapter 175 Hunan Night

On the sixth day of the fourth month of the thirtieth year of Guangxu, it was the Mid-Spring Festival Gala. Inside and outside Changsha City on the bank of the Xiangjiang River, there was a piece of cooking smoke and evening glowing. The shops on the street were full of blue lights and red candles. The sound of the rice workshop in the river, the sound of the oil hammer, the sound of rolling and rolling and weaving were criscrossed, and the goods unloaded from the wharf on the bank of the Xiangjiang River, such as foreign cloth indigo silk tea. Ye Liang's medicine calligraphy and painting fan, or mule or car, ringtones and miscellaneous dishes.

Along the river to the streets of the city, brine tofu, moldy tofu, stinky tofu, blood balls, wontons, fried buns and other snack stalls all lit up paper lanterns, and went straight to the wall along the Xiangjiang River intermittently. The hawkers shouted to drink the pan and shovel, fried on the oil fire, the green onion, ginger and garlic were not mixed with the fragrance of meat, the fragrance of peppers all over the streets, and the sound of cutting and cutting on the board was endless. It was full of prosperous and auspicious appearance. For the citizens, the war outside the customs, except in the eyes of foreign students and poor scholars, and this What does Jiangnan have to do with it?

The shore of the Xiangjiang River is so lively, and on the shore of Yulongzhou in the heart of the Xiangjiang River, the blue sky with a telescope took a look at the situation of Changsha City on the opposite side. The place is as quiet and prosperous as in the past. Today, this is still a place where the ropes live. Tomorrow... "Tomorrow! Changsha will definitely be restored!"

Liu Kyu said with perseverance. At this time, he was no longer the polite principal, but an officer in a military uniform and a pistol around his waist, and a major officer in the Changsha Uprising Command of the Guangfu Army.

On the field of Xiangtan School, there was the same excitement in the sunset. A team of students of Xiangtan School in tea-green military uniforms were lining up with guns and receiving ammunition. A box of three bullets and 15 rounds. Each person received 8 boxes of 24 clips, divided into the last three bullet boxes.

"After taking the far shot, take the right in the middle, and use the left in the close strike..."

When he led the grenade and inserted four grenades into the back of the grenade bag, Li Qingyang was still muttering the "life-and-death" bullet box password song.

Long distance, take the large ammunition box on the back belt for a long time. Although it is slow, it doesn't matter. The enemy is still at a long distance. At the middle distance, take the bullet box on the right. Although the action distance is the shortest, it is not the most natural habit, but it doesn't matter. The enemy is still not in front of you.

When the enemy arrives in front of him and must shoot at close range, it is already a matter of life and death. At this time, the right hand naturally extends diagonally to the left bullet box, and the left hand does not have to leave the butt of the gun, shortening the shooting preparation time, which is really a matter of life and death. This is what the teachers in the school tell them again and again, and mastering such details on the battlefield is directly related to everyone's life.

At this time, in Xiangtan School, although these students with live ammunition were excited, they were nervous. All afternoon, no one could sleep peacefully. The mood of more than 6,000 students was complicated. They longed for a day of national restoration, but they knew that they were waiting for them. What will it be?

I want to compare with the nervousness of the students. On the side of the field, more than 300 officers and soldiers of the first company of the second battalion of the fifth regiment of the second division of the Guangfu Army and the battalion were sitting cross-legged on the grass, checking the weapons with a serious look. Over and over again, the students were excited and a little afraid, while these soldiers of the Guangfu Army were wearing a kind of fate-like clothes. With some ruthlessness in his eyes, some soldiers scratched the bayonet with the sharpening stone again and again, and checked the new bayonet nearly two feet long with inverted serration over and over again.

Throughout the afternoon, the door was closed and the double whistle was set up in Xiangtan School. With the atmosphere of the order, the atmosphere was strange. Everyone was born strange to different degrees. The soldiers were the same, and so were the students. Compared with the silence of the soldiers, those students were first. After wandering around the school, they looked at every corner carefully, and then everyone began to find something to do, clean up the house, sweep the floor, and line the front and back of the tables and chairs in the classroom. Finally, when all this was over, no one spoke, and everyone coincidentally began to write a suicide note to their families.

After writing, people were silent again. It was not until this time, when the ammunition was distributed, this silentness was broken. After receiving the ammunition, the new tension made them silent and anxious. The soldiers took obedience to orders as their duty, and they could not hesitate and retreat at all, not to mention that this was a battle for national restoration.

But... After all, it's too sudden, and it's almost unbearable. Everyone bit their lips again and sat there in a daze.

At dinner, Lan Tianwei looked at the students and soldiers in front of him. The reaction of the soldiers was expected, but the reaction of these students was unexpected. When the moment of national restoration came, they were not excited! Aren't you excited?

He and Liu Kai looked at each other. He coughed and picked up the lunch box in his hand, which was not drunken rice wine.

"Comrades!"

Surrounding the students and soldiers around, the sound of the blue sky was full of **.

"It's been 260 years now! For 260 years, we Han people have been slaves for 260 years!"

The voice of the blue sky resounded on the field. The roar and the words only shocked the students.

"Today, we are going to fight for the restoration of the nation and resist those who treat us as slaves. This... is our glory! It's also our mission!"

The voice paused, and the blue sky looked around at the students, and finally turned her eyes to the soldiers.

"Today will be the moment to decide whether we and our compatriots are human or slaves. I, Blue Sky, hereby swear: with my blood, restore the nation, with my soul, awaken the nation!"

"With my blood, restore the nation, and awaken the nation with my soul!"

The students stood up, and the soldiers also stood up. They were already used to obedience, and they shouted this oath with all their strength.

"Good! Comrades!"

Lan Tianwei held the bowl with his left hand and made a military salute to everyone with his right hand.

"I won't say much. It's a Han man here, so I'll dry up this bowl of wine!" After saying that, he looked up and drank it all, looking at the nearly 2,000 officers and soldiers with red eyes.

"Use our bayonet to let the captives remember: 260 years of blood debt, now it's time to clear!"

"Blood debts, pay blood debts!"

The students and soldiers roared and picked up the lunch box. A bowl of intoxicating rice wine made their chests warm, their brains warm up, and the atmosphere was lively.

"The flag of the nation, the blood-stained flag, wraps the bodies of the soldiers. The body was still cold, the blood dyed the flag red, and the blood-stained blood flag was raised to the sky.

In the atmosphere, a song suddenly sounded, which looked tragic, and the tragic song gushed out of the hoarse voices of the soldiers and students.

"... We take a solemn oath that the cowards who are afraid of death will leave, and we will protect the national flag to the death. In the bloody battle with the enemy, who threw down the blood flag? They were ** by money and official positions. They were dirty and despicable. They raised the blood flag to the sky and made a solemn oath. The cowards who were afraid of death could go..."

The war song converged on the field, and the tragic song echoed in the air. Everyone's faces disappeared from the previous excitement, but the kind of decision from the heart.

"... We swear to the death to protect the flag of this nation. The blood-stained war flag is raised to the sky, and we swear the way forward. Come on! Prison, guilloon, this is our farewell song. The blood-stained blood flag is raised to the sky and a solemn oath is taken. Cowards who are afraid of death can leave, and we swear to protect the flag of the nation..." In Changde City, although it is night inn in five provinces, and there are few pedestrians on the street, there are several night stalls outside the inn in five provinces. There are some people sitting beside the stalls, rowing their fists, drinking wine and eating meat. Although these people are drunk on their faces, occasionally they will still look at each other. If a passer-by who passes by the street is stopped outside the inn in the five provinces, the drinkers who are drinking will often look at each other, and those who are close will put their hands under the wine table. After waiting for people to leave with knives and guns hanging under the table, they will return to normal.

More than a dozen thick candles in the lobby of the five-provincial inn are shining brightly. On the table against the inner wall, there is a statue of Mr. Hong Wu, and on both sides of the statue, there is a couplet of "Jie Yi with a glass of wine, driving away the rivers and mountains". At this time, the lobby is full of students dressed in black and green shorts and black clothes. The green battalion soldiers with the word "brave" on their chests, and the officers and soldiers in green military uniforms, the scene of so many people in a small teahouse seems a little strange.

On the left, a middle-aged man in his forties, with a blue cloth robe in a blue city cloth robe, a knife cut the eagle hook nose on his face, a pair of yin under the thick eyebrows flashed green light from time to time, and a cowhide with a leather gun box on his left shoulder, but there was a big knife behind him.

Next to him stood a strong man with a shirtless man. The strong man sweated early on his forehead, and the braids on his neck were motionless. He also looked at the front, with a quick gun behind his back and a cotton bullet belt around his waist. The one sitting in the opposite west seemed to be a merchant, but he stood leisurely, but his right hand was a green canvas holster hanging on the cowhide belt around his waist.

On the right hand, there is a strong man in his fifties. Compared with others, he seems to be a little reserved. In one hand, he sometimes strokes the oily forehead on his forehead, and in the other hand, he holds the handle of the Taiping knife standing between his legs, looking at Song Jiaoren, who lives in the center.

Suddenly, a chicken crowed. A young man in short dress with a red cloth scarf on his head walked into the lobby with a rooster, first, first knocked on the ground, then raised the chicken in his hands, and his lower body was wearing trousers, but he was wearing a light army green military uniform. Even the brother who was shaved off, the two lakes would always be a dragon. Ma Fuyi stepped forward, took out a short knife from his waist, cut off the chicken neck and dripped the chicken into the wine glasses in front of the table.

"Bye Hong!"

With a long hiss, everyone worshipped the statue of Master Hong. The whole process was completely in accordance with the rules of the brother's association. Although he was a scholar, Song Jiaoren specially asked for advice on this process in the afternoon. When he took everyone to worship incense, it was not strange.

After worshiping the incense, Song Jiaoren stepped forward to pick up the blood wine on the table and held it in his right hand. When everyone picked up the blood wine one after another, he held the wine over his head with both hands.

"Brothers of the Han family, now I, the children of Xiangtan, gathered here to restore the nation, and talk nonsense and benevolence!"

With his eyes around everyone, he raised the wine bowl again.

"With a glass of wine, drive Hufu Rivers and Mountains... Do it!"

"Dry!"

roared together, the cup spilled, and the wine bowl fell to the ground at the same time. For a moment, the lobby was full of the sound of porcelain bowls breaking, and the face of the wine suddenly turned red. Everyone's faces showed a little generosity, and Ma Fuyi's face was red, red eyes and short of breath.

"What we and the Han brothers have do today is to promote the Han Dynasty. It is by no means a rebellion and conspiracy. Please restrain the brothers and not disturb my compatriots. They are now under the law of the restoration of the army!"

Looking around the people in the hall, Song Jiaoren's expression became serious.

"If you don't obey the order, it is said to be against the army, kill it! If it is against the time, it will not be called a slow army. Kill it! Angry at his general, do not listen to the constraints, it is said to build the army and kill it! Abuse the people's silver girl, called annihaling the army, beheading it! Stealing the people's wealth is called stealing the army, beheading it..."

One after another, they spit out from Song Jiaoren's mouth, which only shocked everyone and looked at the white-faced scholar, while a row of Guangfu officers and soldiers and those foreign students standing beside them were calm.

"Brothers, you need to know that the military order is like a mountain. If there is an offender, don't blame the benevolence of the religion. Please do not persuade at the time, so as to avoid the ruthless military law, bear the crime of constructing the army and slandering the army, and make the religion be beheaded with tears!"

"The military order is like a mountain, it should be like this!"

Ma Fuyi hugged and bowed.

"If there is a brother who violates the order, Fuyi will never embarrass you!"

After saying that, Ma Fuyi's voice sank.

"Listen, brothers. The law of the gentleman is greater than the rule of the party. Brothers should obey the order. If they violate the order, the military law is not allowed, and the ancestors are not allowed!"

In the 26th year of Guangxu, Tang Cai often organized a self-supporting army to contact the party. After the death of Wang Shufang, the leader of the party in the Yangtze River Basin, he took over as the leader and became one of the most influential party leaders in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. As soon as he said this, others immediately bowed their bodies and said yes.

And the name of the old man Ma Fuyi, who refused to leave the name in vain, nodded for Jiangsong Jiaoren and retreated all over the world.

"Next, Major Zheng Chengying, please assign the tasks of each department!"

The thick candle of the wine glass reflected the hall. Zheng Chengying, standing next to the map, pointed to the task of the first team and one team on the map. This Changde is not a prefecture, but only important places such as the magistrate's office, the telegraph bureau, the green camp, and the ordnance house. The atmosphere in the inn in the five provinces was tense, and the congregation who received the order immediately left the inn and went to the city. It gathers on the ground.

An hour later, the people in the hall of the five-provincial inn, which were originally full of people dispersed, leaving only a dozen people. They sat in the chair and took out their watches from their arms and looked at them. Song Jiaoren frowned.

"Mr. Song, I don't know where Zhang Dalingong happened!"

Ma Fuyi asked a question nearby.

This restoration uprising is different from the Xingzhong meeting and the self-reliance meeting in those years. It was the leader of the Longshan, but it was not until half a month ago that he received the order to gather. A few days ago, they gathered about the first eight yuan in the camp, and received thousands of foreign guns and dozens of boxes of bullets. The careful plan of this uprising is far from comparable to the original Xingzhong Association and the Self-supporting Association.

"Yuezhou!"

When Song Jiaoren spit out two words, he took out his pocket watch and took a look. At this moment, Zheng Chengying hurried in with an electric newspaper. Seeing his appearance, Song Jiaoren's heart thumped and gave birth to something bad.

"Coloon Zheng, you are..."

" Telegram!"

Unlike Yuezhou, Hengyang, Baoqing and Changde, with the Party as the main force, in Changsha, the main force is the students of Xiangtan School and more than 300 officers and soldiers of the Guangfu Army. Near midnight, a company of Guangfu officers and soldiers and two companies of students sneaked into the city in front of the gate. In the grass near Yulongzhou, small wooden boats were covered. In the grass, the student army squatted next to the boat and waited for the last order.

In the field of Xiangtan School, six 75mm Knup mountain cannons have been stopped in the field. The black hole of the muzzle pointed straight ahead. More than a dozen students who were only 13 or 14 years old next to the gun position were struggling to wipe the butter on the cannonballs. Huang Chengcheng's shells were placed on the grass mat one by one, but the scattered cannonballs were released behind them. With dozens of ammunition boxes, each gun is equipped with hundreds of shells.

Under an electric light, an artillery officer was lying on a bullet box, drawing data on the map, and the sergeants and gunners were scattered in the gun position.

"Three hundred rulers, forty-two to forty-four degrees! The horizontal ruler is two degrees to the left!"

After the artillery officer issued the product, the artillery platoon commander immediately began to check and aim. The aiming hand of the first gun listened to the command and fell to the ruler. He began to adjust the shooting ruler according to the commander's order, and the gun body shook and shook it.

"A row is ready!"

"The second row is ready!"

"Three rows are ready"

With the command, the bolt was in place to open the bolt, while the loader held a shell in both hands and squatted at the tail of the gun to prepare for loading the bomb. The ammunition handler also held the shell. The position of gunners 1 to 7 at this time was no different from that in the textbook.

"Kap!"

As soon as he pressed the stopwatch, Yue Shaopeng nodded with satisfaction. From calculation to launch, it was 30 seconds faster than the qualified training results.

"S sir, there is no need to prepare like this! In Changsha City, there are thirty-six targets, all of which have been aimed at the meter. As long as the signal is followed, it will not be missed!"

Luo Weijiang, who completed the calculation, smiled and asked, but only Yue Shaopeng's white eyes were exchanged.

"Don't think that the enemy is just waiting for you to bombard! Keep training!"

The words were calm, and Yue Shaopeng once again reported a target position. Luo Weijiang began to calculate the shooting data there again, and the gunners began to prepare for the next round of "con shelling".

The night was silent. Near midnight, Yulongzhou on the Xiangjiang River could only faintly hear the sound of the river hitting the shore. In addition, there was no sound. The students on the shore felt that the time was about to be temporary, and their left and right hands couldn't help touching the boat and waiting anxiously for the order.

Suddenly, the silence of the night was broken. First, there was a gunshot in Changsha City, followed by several dense gunshots. Just as they were surprised, there were several explosions.

Listening to the gunfire from the city and looking at the pocket watch, the blue sky's expression changed.

"What's going on! Give it now..."

"Son, there is a call from the city!"

(to be continued)