: Assassination of Song (third update! Please give me a monthly vote!)

On the evening of March 20, 20th, the Shanghai Huning Railway Station was still crowded like the daytime, and it was a busy scene. Since the opening of the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway, it has always been the busiest railway station in Shanghai. There are many people in the station, and people from all directions are getting off the bus, getting on the bus, or picking up people. Finally, people who got off the bus rushed to various exits of the station. As the station staff shouted on the iron horn, checking tickets and getting on the bus, people went their separate ways here.

The monotonous and harsh sounds made by the station staff using the loudspeaker echoed in the waiting station building. However, it seems that no one minds this hoarse voice without a trace of "beauty". After all, everyone comes here just to catch the bus.

Travelers in long robes or suits have their own plans in their hearts. They either leave Shanghai or come to Shanghai. Whether they leave Shanghai or come to Shanghai, they all have different moods. But for most people, whether they leave or come, their purpose is only one - life, so everyone is rushing to live.

At this time, a man in a black military uniform, thin and not tall wearing a baseball cap, after entering the ticket gate, he raised his eyes and glanced around him. His sharp and angular face was restrained, and anyone could feel the cruelty he showed unintentionally.

"Damn it, it's not time yet?"

The man wearing a baseball cap took off his hat, then slid his hair on his forehead, and then walked towards the waiting room behind the ticket gate. However, when he was more than ten meters away from a VIP lounge, he suddenly stopped and saw a Rendan advertisement posted by the door of the VIP lounge.

“That’s…”

Nodding his head, the man in the cap knew that his goal was there.

At 10:45, the station staff wearing the uniform of the railway staff picked up the horn made of iron again. The station staff walked back and forth in the waiting room of the station, and then shouted out the notice of getting on the bus:

"The Shanghai-Nanjing Express from Nanjing is about to drive at 11 o'clock. Please get on the bus quickly."

With the announcement of getting on the bus, six or seven people walked out of the VIP lounge at the station. Walking in the middle was Song Jiaoren, the acting chairman of the Kuomintang, and Huang Xing, Yu Youren, Liao Zhongkai and others accompanied him. These people were not only the leaders of the overthrow of the Qing Dynasty by the 1911**, but also the core force in the current insistence on formulating the republic constitution and implementing democratic politics.

In fact, in the eyes of some people, they may be the prime minister and cabinet member of China's first elected cabinet. At this time, when they walked out, the reporters who had already set up their cameras immediately pressed the shutter and recorded this historic moment.

"China's history will open a new chapter"

After taking a photo, a Westerner poked his head out of the cloth cover behind the camera, said in standard northern official language.

Not only are the Chinese people full of expectations for these people, but in the eyes of many Westerners, each of them knows that today, no, maybe in a few days, they will witness a history, in the East, in the world, the oldest autocratic empire, and now the First Republic of Asia.

An elected and civilian regime is about to be established, and they will witness history no matter what.

Almost as soon as Song Jiaoren walked out of the VIP lounge, he was immediately surrounded by several reporters. Among those reporters were Chinese journalists, Japanese journalists, and Western journalists. Most of their questions were very simple, even repeated. They were just to ask what kind of cabinet formation plan would be taken by Song Jiaoren, who was likely to become the first elected cabinet prime minister of the Republic of China, to the capital. Of course, some people would also ask how the cabinet would coordinate the relationship with the president.

“…This time I went to Beijing…”

At this time, when facing the reporter, Song Jiaoren once again regained his face full of spring breeze, and he disappeared from the helplessness at yesterday's farewell banquet. Instead, he answered the questions of his remembers. They were talking while walking. When they were about to enter the ticket gate, Song Jiaoren accelerated his tone. He knew that some of his ideas needed to be supported by public opinion, and eventually influenced the members of the parliament through public opinion.

His eyes were staring at the man walking towards the ticket gate. The man wearing a baseball cap showed a hint of coldness. His hand was inserted into the pocket of his coat. His collar stood up and squeezed towards the man as the crowded crowd. Finally, he squeezed away the person in front of him. At this time, the target wearing a black suit was only a meter away from him.

“…only…”

When it was more than two meters away from the ticket gate, Song Jiaoren, who stopped, raised his finger and looked at the reporter asking the question, preparing to tell him the last sentence.

The moment Song Jiaoren turned around, the man in the baseball cap took out a Bolangning 1910 pistol from his pocket, put his right elbow against his waist, and pointed the muzzle straight at Song Jiaoren.

"Bang"

Suddenly, a sharp gunshot sound came, which shocked everyone, and then two gunshots were heard. Song Jiaoren, who was originally speaking to the reporter, shook his body and staggered a few steps. At the same time, he touched his waist with his hand and said loudly.

"I'm shot, there's an assassin."

When the other two shots sounded, the man instantly fell on a chair.

"ah……"

Almost at the moment of the second gunshot, the waiting room of the station suddenly became in chaos. The reporters who were interviewing and the people who were sending off around scattered. Some people were so scared that they crawled under the chairs, and more people ran desperately outside the door. Among the crowds that were scattered, no one noticed the man in black military uniform and a baseball cap. At this time, like others, he seemed to be frightened and frantically ran out of the station, mixed in with the crowd and fleeing desperately.

"Dunchu, Dunchu..."

Huang Xing, Liao Zhongkai and others who followed Song Jiaoren were also panicked and hurriedly supported Song Jiaoren who was lying on the chair.

"How about it, Dunchu, how about it..."

"Hurry, call a taxi quickly," Huang Xing shouted loudly at the entourage beside him.

At this time, blood was pouring out from Song Jiaoren's waist and flowing down the chair to the ground. At this time, Song Jiaoren touched his right waist with one hand and held Huang Xing with the other.

Seeing this scene, Yu Youren seemed very calm at this time. In the panic at the scene, he shouted loudly to the side.

"Now, on the one hand, we have to chase the murderer, and on the other hand, we are sent to the hospital as soon as possible. I'll go find a car."

Then, he quickly ran to the parking lot outside the station, found a car, and helped Song get onto the car. On the one hand, he ordered the left-handed person to call the police and chase the murderer, while on the other hand, he ordered the driver to take the express train to the Huzilu, the nearest station, Hunning Railway Hospital for rescue.

After being carried into the car by everyone, Song Jiaoren was still very conscious at this time. He pulled Yu Youren's head to his chest with his hand and said gasping.

"I feel very painful, I'm afraid I can't survive anymore. Now there are three entrusted services: (1) All the books stored in Nanjing, Beijing and Tokyo are donated to the Nanjing Library; (2) My family is very poor and my mother is still there. Please take care of me after I die; (3) Please continue to work hard to save the country, and don't give up your responsibilities as a thought."

At this time, for Song Jiaoren, what he was most worried about was what consequences would be caused by his assassination. He knew clearly that after him, he was afraid that no one in the entire Kuomintang would be able to stop the "second **".

"Dunchu, don't worry"

Huang Xing, who was holding Song Jiaoren, responded repeatedly, while Yu Youren kept urging the driver to drive faster. When Song Jiaoren was sent to the railway hospital, he asked the hospital doctor to consult for emergency treatment. When the hospital heard that the injured was Song Jiaoren, he immediately asked Dr. Geerben and Dr. Billinghas to treat each other. The doctor believed that the injury was very serious and surgery was necessary to have hope. In order to gain time, he was sent to the operating room at 12:30 for surgery and used forceps to remove the bullet from his lower abdomen. It was not until this time that he found that the bullet was poisonous. Although Song Jiaoren did not bleed much, he was very painful, moaning and turning, and the sad feeling was terrible.

At 2:00 a.m., the hospital gathered five surgeons for the second time, cleaned the intestines, took out food and blood, and then closed the mouth. During the operation, Song Jiaoren fainted several times, but he was still clear and said repeatedly with all his strength.

"I have tried my best to reconcile the north and south, but the rumor-makers and ordinary people don't know the whole story. Every time I misunderstand it, I really die with my eyes."

Finally, in the early morning, after the operation, Song Jiaoren, who was lying on the sickbed, once again entrusted Huang Xing to draft a phone call.

"Dunchu"

Huang Xing shouted.

"I want to report to the President...I, I will tell you orally..."

At Song Jiaoren's insistence, Huang Xing picked up his pen and began to write on his behalf to President Yuan Shikai to report the assassination.

"Beijing President Yuan: Ren Ben took a Shanghai-Ninghua car to Beijing to pay homage to Jun's seat at night. At 10:45, he was suddenly shot by a traitor from the back. The bullet was shot from the upper part of his waist and into the lower part of his abdomen. He was bound to die. I think that since he received the teachings, Ren has been restrained from his own love. Although he has not gained any faults, he has never made any grudges in his personal life. He has been in a bad position in the Qing Dynasty and has been in office for reform. He also values ​​humanity and abides by justice. He dares not have any rights. Now that the country is not solid, the people's blessings have not increased, and he will give up and die more. The President of the Ji River sincerely proclaims justice and strives to protect the civil rights so that the country can determine the constitution that is not lifted. Even if he dies, he will still be in his life. He still prays for the appraisal and accepting. Song Jiaoren."

Finally, after reading this telegram, Song Jiaoren looked at Huang Xing, Tuo Lusheng, Huang Xing, Chen Jinxuan, Song Jiaoren, Liao Zhongkai, Wu Zhonghua and others, and said at this time.

"At the same time, I...we...concentrate...the whole country's forces to the outside world."

The next day, major newspapers in Shanghai published the news of Song Jiaoren's assassination in prominent locations. The newspaper boys shouted in the streets and alleys: "Song Jiaoren was killed, life and death are unknown."

(Okay, what should come is always coming. In any case, the Song case is the biggest mystery in Chinese history. Also, China's regret is the Song case, but the Song case has no one to stop the second ** again. The second ** made the Kuomintang become a rebellion and was disbanded. The Kuomintang members of the MP were kicked out of the Congress. In the end, the second ** ruined the most likely opportunity to achieve constitutionalism in Chinese history. It can be said that the Song case changed Chinese history.)

: Kill Song.
Chapter completed!