Chapter 142 Public Opinion

... The sound of the machine gun "pu pu", the bullets were fired at the property, one-sided slaughter, and the slaughter of unarmed people.

... slogan: Revolution!

... The mobbed rushed up.

...The space is shouting. The fire is running. The blood is shining. The mod is fighting.

... There was a riot in the city and a riot in the countryside. Russian forests and wilderness are rioting.

... Everything is collapsing, and the whole country is changing rapidly like a windmill.

... A huge empire did not fall behind.

... The mobbies stood up from the pool of blood.

...He holds a flag stained red by the blood of innocent people.

...Cheers: Victory of the struggle!

...This is the victory of the mobbs! This is the decline of the legal system! This is the loss of dignity! This is... With the burning of a house, the flames turned red, and the frightened faces of the women all over their bodies, the thugs around them shouted and shouted, as if a new era had come... With the words written, at this time, Li Zhiping's heart shook a boat like the waves of the ocean, and his heart was in this wave. It jumped enthusiastically, and what appeared in front of him was only chaos, just atrocities, just the decline of a country.

"These words are enough to shock everyone!"

Thinking about it, Li Zhiping laughed. As a newspaperman, he knew how to explain everything with words. He didn't need to do anything. The only thing he needed was to tell others what happened there in words, and then let people think about it by themselves. This was exactly where he succeeded in those years.

Of course, what happened there is not all. The only thing he needs is to choose the surname of the report. Of course, there are also exaggerated surnames. For example, it may be accidental for soldiers to shoot officers, but here, it is common. He not only shoots the officers, but also kidnaps the officers' families to force the officers. They gave up resistance, but not so. The soldiers who were loyal to the country were killed by the thugs. Of course, it is inevitable that urban merchants will be looted, the houses of the rich will be forcibly occupied, and their families will be bullied. In short, what he needs is to tell others what the so-called revolution is through these words.

is a carnival of thugs!

It's the blood of civilians!

is a naked atrocity!

is an unacceptable riot!

That's enough!

Thinking of those telegrams from Russia, at this time, there were still many great visions in Li Zhiping's mind, and there was still a smile on his face. He even thanked those Russian "revolutionaries" in his heart. Their actions provided him with enough material to give full use of his imagination.

Finally, after a report was written, Li Zhiping rolled his eyes and stood up from the rattan chair.

"It should be eye-catching enough,"

Li Zhiping said to himself.

At this time, the morning has arrived. The sun shines beautifully on the leaves, shining with many small scales. The wind is swinging gently, and the birds are singing on the roof tiles. The yard is paved with a quietness in the morning.

He opened the window and looked at the courtyard, but he laughed. Compared with the prison in Peiping, this small house is like a paradise. At least here, he can enjoy freedom, which can be said to be the most cherished by him now.

"Freedom!"

With a satisfied sigh, Li Zhiping then opened the door, and then stood by the door and took three deep breaths to the blue sky. He felt that every breath of air was waking up his nerves.

"Editor-in-Chief Li, your spirit today looks really good,"

At this time, a voice came, and a young man came out of the next floor. The young man was drinking cold boiled water, and his face was full of tiredness, but when he spoke, there was a smile on his face. Wang Zhenxun, a graduate of the journalism major of Chang'an Imperial University and was also a reporter of this newspaper.

"It's not in good spirits..."

Li Zhiping's statement became serious, and then he replied solemnly:

"I received a few telegrams last night. Now as long as I close my eyes, my mind is full of the content of the telegram. I fell asleep. In the face of such atrocities, I don't know who can sleep peacefully! It's really hard to imagine why people can be so cruel. When can atrocities be held in the name of revolution?

With that, Li Zhiping struck a match and lit a cigarette, with his face full of grief and indignation.

The editor-in-chief's expression only stunned Wang Zhenxun, and then he nodded heavily and said.

"A riot is a riot..."

"No."

Spitting smoke and shaking his head, Li Zhiping said solemnly:

"Rum, if the thugs control public opinion, then the riot will become a revolution. In the end, a group of thugs will dominate the country, and in the process, millions of people will pay for their choices."

"That's okay - at least, in our China, this kind of thing can't happen - some people say that the army is always loyal to the royal family, and more importantly, the vast majority of the people are loyal to the country and your majesty."

With that, Wang Zhenxun laughed. He was a typical royalist. For the royal family, he was completely a loyal person. After the outbreak of the war, he even applied to join the army many times, thinking that he was loyal to the country, but his high myopia made his dream of loyalty to the country become a dream forever.

Thinking about all this, he continued.

"To be honest, I'm really curious..."

With that, he also became a little serious.

"Why do those people choose to riot? Why did they betray their country?

A series of questions followed his question, and after he asked, Li Zhiping was silent for a moment, and then he said.

"It is used by many ambitious people..."

With that, Li Zhiping added.

"Just like our China, as soon as there is the right time, those political ambitions will mobilize. They are not for the country, not for the people, but just for power!"

"Power?"

"Yes, it's power. In this riot in Russia, everyone has seen that the State Duma, that is, what the national parliament is doing, and what those members are doing. They are not worried about the country, and they do everything they can to overthrow that country. Why do they do this? Is it patriotic?

Shaking his head, Li Zhiping's face squeezed out a look of ridicule.

"No! In order to pursue more power, if they overthrow the emperor, they can become president, prime minister and minister. It is this kind of political speculation that destroys Russia. If we are not vigilant, then..."

For a moment of meditation, Li Zhiping's expression became solemn.

"Sor later, the same thing will happen in China!"

"Editor-in-Chief, that..."

"So, as the informant, what we are doing now is to sound the alarm for this country. We should do things with our own conscience and conscience. We want the people to know what will happen if they are at the mercy of ambition. We should tell those businessmen when they are under the mercy of ambition. What will society look like when incitement? As long as we keep ringing the alarm... Once the ambitious are exposed, they will become rats crossing the street!"

At this point, Li Zhiping looked at the watch and said.

"Well, it's six o'clock now. Hurry up and work! It is our responsibility to sound the alarm for this country every day.

The editor-in-chief's words only gave Wang Zhenxun a sense of mission in his heart, and he quickly answered.

"Well, this is our mission."

With that, he shook the boxer excitedly and looked at the blue sky and said.

"In my life, I have been dreaming, often waiting for such a day, waiting for the day when I shoulder my mission. Now I've waited for it, editor-in-chief, thank you!"

Looking at Wang Zhenxun, who ran away in a hurry, Li Zhiping was stunned at first, and then suddenly laughed again.

Mission... Thinking about the appearance of this young man, Li Zhiping feels that he seems to be young, just like that year... But then, his expression is gloomy, revolution,... Is the war of restoration in those years a revolution?

Thinking about all that, Li Zhiping lit a cigarette again, smoked it, and sucked very hard. While meditating, he immediately thought about those things he had just thought of. Originally, he should not have thought about those things, but now, after "teaching" his colleagues, there are some problems in his mind, but he can't help but It emerges.

"This is a new era..."

He said slightly in his heart that he even compared the Qing Dynasty with this country in his heart. In contrast, this country is a new era now!

The people have to enjoy good health!

The country must enjoy dignity!

Isn't this your own pursuit? Why did you take this road in those years? Isn't it this pursuit? - This is a right and bright road... Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face again.

Yes, that's right!

Even the work he is doing now is right. He is not making news, but sounding the alarm for this country, in order to avoid those ambitious people from destroying the country. At that time, he once awakened a nation, and now, he will also wake up a nation!

Thinking of this, Li Zhiping looked out of the window with a smile: the sky seemed to be a blue sea, clear and smiling, and a group of birds were flying there... "The weather is so good."

He thought. However, an idea immediately penetrated into his mind - "Under the blue sky, there is bright red blood, atrocities, ** naked atrocities are..."

Thinking of this sentence, his heart tightened. Then he frowned, an emotion gathered in his mind, and words gathered in his consciousness. Finally, after finishing the emotional acetic acid, Li Zhiping turned around angrily and touched the flat paper on the table at first glance.

On that piece of paper, the appalling fact of his ordinary words - a bloody fact. At this time, his anger kept shouting from his soul. Then, he walked to the table, then fell down in front of the desk, took the pen, put the pen deep into the middle of the ink, and then began to write.

He wants to write a manuscript that can shock the whole of China...

(to be continued)