Chapter 166 The Boiling of the Nation

In the newsroom of Guangzhou Railway Station, telegraph machines produced by three industrial telecommunications companies are rattling, and only insiders can understand this endless secret language.

Both newspapers are young. Maybe they are just newsagents who have just graduated in recent months. From the beginning of work to now, the e-newspapers they have received and sent may be only a few kilometers, or tens of thousands of meters at most, but the relatively elderly newspapers with their colleagues have exceeded hundreds of thousands of meters.

When receiving the report, he didn't have to look at the note, frown, and spell those difficult words and sentences like them. According to the click of the telegraph machine, he can translate the message and copy it on the paper word by word. Now he is listening to and recording the message: "The same text is sent to each station, the same text is sent to each station, and the same text is sent to each station!"

The old newspaper clerk copied it while thinking about it.

"Probably the latest decision of the empire."

At this time, the Jiaoyang is rising outside, which is full of the warm winter of the southern country. Guangzhou, known as the flower city, has never had any feeling of cold winter.

He was fascinated and forgot to listen to the sound of the machine. When he turned around, he had missed a message. He picked up the note and read, "November 4th is 6:50..."

He quickly copied the message, then put down the note, held his head in his hand, and continued to listen.

"The Chinese Empire and the Japanese Empire..."

He wrote it down slowly. I don't know how many telegrams he has listened to since he worked in the newspaper, and he always knows all kinds of news first. He hasn't paid attention to what those concise and incomplete sentences say for a long time. He listened and remembered it mechanically, ignoring its content at all.

It's just some news. There is nothing to surprise. The monotonous work has already made him numb to all the news. At this time, the older newspaper operator had forgotten the words at the beginning of the message.

"The same text is sent to each station, the same text is sent to each station, and the same text is sent to each station!"

The machine clicked. Every time four Chinese characters appeared, he listened and translated: "Zi... enter... enter...war...fight...state..."

He sat there calmly and was a little tired. Maybe I don't know which country is at war with that country again. This is just a news telegram. After skillfully copying the news, his face still looked very calm. The news had nothing to do with him. He was just a bystander.

The machine clicked a few points, one stroke, another time, another stroke. Listening to this familiar voice, the old newspaperman immediately translated the first number, wrote a number on the electronic paper, and then wrote another number. Every four numbers would become a Chinese character in his mind, and then he wrote the Chinese character in the newspaper.

The receiver then typed the interval. He glanced at the sets of numbers that had just been copied in only one tenth of a second, and then put them together. Finally, after the last word appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief. This was the end of the telegram.

The receiver was still crackling, but the expressions of the two young newskeepers had changed.

When reviewing the telegram in hand for the last time, the old newspaper clerk found that the telegram was much longer than he thought. It was a telegram of thousands of words. He carefully read the content of the telegram to check that there were no typos.

"Jingyuan". What's wrong? ...Jingyuan? ... He took the telegram farther and looked at the full text of the telegram. This time, he finally understood what telegram he had received. He stared at it for a long time. He couldn't even believe the content of the telegram he saw. He had been in this line for more than 20 years. This was the second time he didn't believe the telegram he had copied by himself.

The last time was five years ago!

He read the message three times, and it seems that the content remains unchanged. It is still a declaration of war full of anger after suffering from the shoal of war, and the declaration of war of the Chinese Empire against the Japanese Empire.

Looking at the telegram, the old newspaperman jumped up from his seat, grabbed the curled note, and stared at it closely. The news he couldn't believe was still confirmed by this long and thin note!

He turned his pale face to two colleagues. They had already known the news, and they had not practiced a numb heart like him.

"The empire has declared war on Japan!!"

This amazing news slipped out of the newsroom through the open door, quickly spread all over the station like a strong wind, and then rushed to the whole city of Guangzhou.

When the dawn sun slowly crossed the city wall and entered Guangzhou, Guangzhou, which had been silent for a night, became lively again. The endless crowd began to come out of the streets of Switzerland. Inns, teahouses, pubs and shops opened their doors one after another, and the stalls on the street also began to do business, such as roasted wheat, rice noodles and rolls. There are people in front of all kinds of snack stalls, as if this is another day that is no different from the past.

In the bulletin board at the entrance of Cross Street, two early policemen posted there with a notice. The policeman wearing black police uniforms and other batons on their waists immediately read the notice loudly when they saw people coming up.

"At about 4 a.m. today, the battleship Jingyuan of the imperial Zhenyang Fleet was routinely trained at sea in Nanyang, and was suddenly attacked by the South Fleet. It was said that the empire did not declare war against our Chinese Empire..."

"Extra! The empire declared war on Japan!"

"Extra! It was a despicable sneak attack, and our country was angry and declared war on it!"

"Extra! Jingyuan, Hairong and Nanyang and the Japanese fleet won the decisive battle!"

"Extra! ......"

The next moment, the sudden extraneous voice echoed on the street. The guests who were eating breakfast stopped at this time. They were stunned at first, and then it seemed that at the same time, everyone went to grab the extraneous, palm-sized extraneous coins, just in an instant, the street It seems to be in peace.

When they grabbed the extra number, they hurriedly looked at the extra. Those who didn't grab it gathered around them, and the illiterate listened to others reading the extra.

Declared war!

China has declared war on Japan!

No, it should be said that after the despicable and shameless sneak attack, after the emperor signed the holy metaphor of declaring war on China.

The war broke out!

When people are looking at the palm-sized piece of paper, more people are nervously looking at the report on the palm-sized piece of paper about the South China Sea.

Finally, when they nervously read the report of just a few hundred words, when they finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the report of "with inferior soldiers, sinking the enemy's four ships, forcing the enemy to retreat, and then capturing hundreds of enemies in the water", many people's eyes shed tears.

"In the chaos of clouds, the weather was fierce, and the whole army was alone... The drum wheel drove angrily, and the cannons were fired along the way. It was endless, and it rushed straight to the team. The ship was dead, but the gun was continuous."

People read the last-minute collision of the Hairong with tears in their eyes. When they shouted for the last torpedo hitting the target, they suddenly shouted.

"Captain Deng Haohong, that's not the eldest son of Zhuang Jiegong!"

Zhuang Jie Gong!

At this time, the people on the street were quiet at first, and then cried and shouted. Suddenly, people walked in one direction. There were Dengjia Ancestral Temple and Zhuang Jiegong's tombs in Panyu.

At the same time, a group of people came early in the Zhuang Festival of the Deng family ancestral temple in Panyu, not far from the Pearl River in Guangzhou. They all knelt there as if praying for something.

"Wangzhuang Festival Gong Yingling is in heaven, and bless the empire to win..."

The feelings of grief and indignation are gathered over almost every city in China in Guangzhou, especially in Nanjing, in the heart of the Chinese Empire. Early in the morning, when the ambassadors, public envoys and embassy personnel in the embassy area were awakened by the prominent news from their sleep, they were stunned to find that In just a few minutes, Nanjing was boiling. The newspaper boy shouted the trumpet in a hoarse voice, and kept shouting the news of the declaration of war. The students in the six universities in Nanjing City Week poured out, but in just a few minutes, they put out banners written on sheets. People have to admit that now Chinese college students have learned to march and become more and more proficient.

Tens of thousands of students converged into a wave on the Avenue of Restoration, and more citizens also converged into the stormy waves. The wave went to the Imperial Consultative House. They knew that His Majesty was in the Imperial Advisory Council at this time, and the Imperial Advisory Council would approve the declaration of war as usual.

"Declare war on the day! Hit the Japanese book..."

The roar of hundreds of thousands of students and people fell throughout Nanjing. At this time, in the eyes of everyone, my shameless sneak attack has blocked all the roads to peace, and now there is only war.

Target the war with war!

"Go to Japan! Catch the Meiji live..."

As a reporter, Shao Zhenqing, who followed the crowd, felt dizzy when he felt the atmosphere around him. Hearing the thunderous roar in his ear, Shao Zhenqing only felt dizzy. His whole body seemed to be in the waves, floating up and down with the sound. In this wave, he was like a seasick passenger. General.

Dizzy, dizzy!

He is in the stormy waves. He even felt that he had lost his way. He didn't know what language to use to describe his feelings. Looking at the shadows around him shaking in front of him, from the anger in their faces, he could feel their anger and excitement at this time.

"Brother Piaoping! See it! This is the power of the people! Long live the people!"

And the colleagues who follow him will also have no calmness. The environment and atmosphere can affect everyone's psychology and even thoughts. Yesterday, perhaps many of them were still talking about what reading talent, what imperial system, and what republic.

At this time and now, there is only excitement and anger left in the hearts of many people. Of course, there is more patriotism. They hysterically roar and roar loudly with young students and citizens.

"War is coming!"

"China will win!"

And so on, the words that may even be despised by some people in the past will become their only words to express their patriotism.

National!

What a great name, the citizen of the empire! Since the resurrection of the nation, the word "national" has been constantly instilled in them, through newspapers, novels and articles, to every student and citizen.

The tragic history of 260 years of alien slavery aroused the national feelings of the people, and then the propaganda of the country came. From the citizens of China to the citizens of the empire, this is a process. The country is no longer the country of a certain person or a certain family, but the country of all people.

Perhaps, the Consultative House has only part of the power, and perhaps the advisory councilors as national representatives are only used to vote most of the time, but it does not prevent them from using their enthusiasm to devote themselves to national politics, and does not prevent the subsequent gathering of national emotions in their hearts after the fermentation of nationalism.

Finally, after winning the "neutral battle" a few months ago, the Chinese people who won the foreign war for the first time were really infatuated with "nationals". They saw that China was becoming stronger step by step, and China was normally recovering its power step by step. They also saw that foreigners seemed to begin to respect China, and in the process They are all involved in the whole process.

From the recovery of the right of way to the recovery of tariffs, every Chinese participated in one movement after another because of "boycotting", and it was these movements that made the Chinese realize for the first time that as nationals, they had such great power.

In this process, the country's success is always attributed to "the boycott of the people and the concerted determination of the whole country, so that the political axe has recovered the national power. The empire thanks every citizen, and it is the 450 million citizens who have forged everything in the Chinese Empire today." For the people, the political axe will never hesitate to praise it. Words, and the praise from the political axe made people flutter. After people began to enjoy the power of the people, they found that these powers they had always had always had and were born, but they had never used them in the past.

Hundreds of millions of citizens are united like one person, asking who can compete with the world!

Under the influence of this emotion, these people who have begun to try the power of the people, and thus enjoy the honor of the people, begin to understand how to express their emotions, and sometimes this emotion is the most powerful weapon.

"We demand that the empire must immediately declare war on the despicable and shameless Japanese!"

"We demand that the empire must never make peace with Japan before it hits the mainland and uses force to make the price for its shameless treacherous acts!"

"We require that we must pass the law and implement the unity of the whole country. Before paying the price, anyone who dares to say peace will be punished by Han anniperation!"

"We require..."

In front of the Imperial Consultative House, the petition representatives of the people loudly submitted a petition to Yang Du, the vice president of the Imperial Consultative Council. There were no words, only command-like words. One by one, one punishment, one punching patriotism, gathered under this sky.

And this boxing patriotism undoubtedly reminds everyone of the power of the common people and reminds everyone what they will suffer when they turn their back on the common people.

"If one day, anyone turns his back on them, he will be sent to the guillow!"

Standing in the lounge of the Imperial Consultative House, through the glass window, looking at the angry people outside the window, this sentence, which I don't know how many times I have heard, but has hardly been confirmed, appeared in my ears. Looking at the people, Chen Moran couldn't help smiling bitterly. What is cocooning himself? Maybe it's the feeling that I should feel now. Aren't I slamming myself now?

I have been advocating national consciousness all the time, but in the end?

But after seeing the national consciousness, are you gratified and not afraid at the same time? However, Chen Moran sighed when he shook his head and didn't want to think about this problem again. One step is a step!

"Your Majesty, I think we have won this battle no matter what!"

Zhang Zhidong, who had been standing behind His Majesty, suddenly said confidently that the great victory at sea made him realize for the first time that victory was something to come, and there was even no risk to talk about.

"Your Majesty, I think that now, the empire should wave from Liaodong to North Korea, sweep North Korea by land, and then gather the navy to force the near the sea to seek a decisive battle..."

Before the meeting of the Consultative House, the ministers in this lounge all expressed their opinions. Every time they thought of the victory in the South China Sea, they couldn't help but be complacent. The words such as attacking North Korea today and waving the local tomorrow spit out from their mouths from time to time. In the face of victory, any minister We will put forward our own opinions, of course, optimistic.

"Oh!"

Just smiled. Chen Moran did not answer them directly. Occasionally, he would smile bitterly in his heart. Of course, many of them felt that they should seek peace at all costs, but what about now? Two ships in the South China Sea fought against seven, and the other side sank four warships, including two battleships and a 10,000-ton armored cruiser. In this naval battle, the navy not only won a beautiful victory, but also boosted morale.

"Your Majesty has already made a plan!"

Aware that your majesty did not seem to have any intention to give an answer immediately, Yuan Shikai couldn't help beeping in the bottom of his heart, and then he looked at Guan Mingtang beside him. He only saw the God of Wealth standing by the window, half-closed his eyes and looked like he had no interest in this kind of conversation, and his look strengthened Yuan. Shi Kai speculated from the bottom of his heart, so he took a few steps forward.

"Your Majesty, I think the Northeast should defend before the naval battle is won!"

Yuan Shikai's words only made Chen Moran look at him a few more times. Yuan Shikai was too much.

"Minister Yuan, if you say so, it's too high for the Japanese to be ambitious. Destroy my prestige!"

Without waiting for Chen Moran to speak, someone immediately refuted, and this made Chen Moran happy in the bottom of his heart. Now let them guess!

"Your Majesty..."

At this time, a servant came over and handed Chen Moran an electric newspaper.

(to be continued)