In the early autumn of 1912, smoke from China was everywhere, and warlords were busy fighting for their own territory. The Sichuan People's Army in the southwest and the Yunnan Army fought fiercely in Yunnan; South China and Guangdong and Guangxi fought with Guangxi for a county; South China North China and the Nanjing Government confronted each other with the Anhui area of ​​Jiangsu; North China, Yuan Shikai conspired to occupy Shaanxi and Gansu, and at the same time supported Zhang Zuolin to control the situation in the northeast. The entire land of China was in the midst of war, and countless outstanding Chinese people left their hometowns and stepped into the vast sea of ​​people to find a way to save the country and the people. Nationalism, communism, and the new national industry, which were in its infancy, had just been on track, and it was not resonant in people's minds for a while.

The cold autumn wind is mixed with sand and dust, and invades the ancient and vicissitudes of Beiping City. The streets of the city are those who carry guns and cannons, with their faces showing that they may suspect that you are the Southern Revolutionary Party anytime and anywhere, and arrest you and offer a reward. Two cities have just held a grand demonstration in the past to protest Yuan Shikai's war against the Southern Revolutionary Party and protest against the government's innocent and arbitrary arrest of progressive people and students.

In the afternoon, after the rain, the sun was shining warmly. This small courtyard was filled with sunshine without a wind. There were a few strings of hang under the eaves for winter, and golden rice-brown ears were shining. The remaining water on the roof fell down the thatch on the eaves, hitting the bottom of the iron bucket buckled under the wall, making a uniform jingle sound. A few children playing squatted at the door, and glanced at the entrance of the alley from time to time.

There were more than a dozen heads of youth organizations in various schools in Peking gathered in the house. They were brewing another big protest demonstration. From their excited and anxious faces, it is not difficult to imagine that this action is based on expectations. "Students, this protest has received the support of the general public. I believe that it will surely arouse the patriotic soldiers in the Beiyang Army to overthrow Yuan Shikai's reactionary rule!" A young man wearing a gray-white gown said with confidence.

"Okay, this is the specific parade plan. Tomorrow morning, our schools will start from the campus at the same time and finally meet in Guang'anmen. Please note that at the forefront of the team, strong people must be arranged to protect weak classmates. It will be inevitable that conflicts with the Beiyang Army will be inevitable." A person who seemed to be in charge said again.

A tender child voice came from outside the door: "Brother, Teacher Li brings a few here!" As soon as he finished speaking, a man who was only in his twenties with a slightly pale face, as if he had not had a good sleep. He wore a cheap blue coat, a thin chin, and a tall shoulder, and looked very angry. But his eyes were strangely bright, but not as bright as a cat's eyes, but a firm and honest look. He frowned and came in and greeted everyone briefly, saying simply: "Just just received the news, Yuan Shikai had made up his mind to suppress the demonstration tomorrow with force, and the 7th Beiyang Division stationed in the suburbs would all enter the city tonight. So tomorrow's action must be cancelled!"

"How can that work? We have been preparing for several days, and everyone was so angry." Someone immediately came out to retort.

"It's so difficult that the students who have to be killed and injured are stopping?" Teacher Li's eyes, who was angry, said the person who had just spoken: "Students, don't be brave enough to be a common man. Now the war in the motherland is full of war, and the revolutionary party forces in the south are fighting fiercely with the Beiyang Army in the Yangtze River area. Sichuan controlled by the Sichuan People's Army in the southwest is said to be another revolutionary force. We patriots can go and have a look."

"Yes, I heard that the Sichuan People's Army is much more united than the revolutionary party of the Nanjing government. Moreover, there is the most developed national industry in the country. It is said that the government encourages business and establishes various industries. There are also many emerging institutions of higher education. At the beginning of the year, my cousin said in a letter and said that he had joined the People's Army." People with a Sichuan accent muttered the mouth from time to time and said.

"If we don't say it, it's safer for us to join the revolutionary party led by Mr. Sun. We don't know the situation of the Sichuan People's Army, but they have little influence in the country. I heard that they have also signed a secret agreement with Yuan Shikai to support Yuan Shikai's rule. Therefore, I think it's safer to go to Shanghai."

For a moment, everyone in the house expressed their opinions. Most people agreed to go to the south, but a large number of people thought that they would go to Sichuan and go to the south. Some people even thought that they could go to Guangdong, Guangxi and Hong Kong to develop, where they met patriots to form their own teams to overthrow Yuan Shikai's treason and reactionary rule.

"Luo Zhong, why don't you say a word? Just say anything if you have any opinions!" All eyes looked at the people who were silently crowded in the corner. Luo Zhong looked at everyone shyly and expressed his opinion hesitantly: "I am a Northeastern native. I just say something. I hope everyone doesn't mind. I was originally planning to leave Peiping after the parade tomorrow and go back to my hometown. My distant uncle wrote a letter saying that it is now the cradle of the Northeast Revolution and has established a good base, and the armed forces have developed to more than 50,000 people. He has controlled more than a dozen counties, and even Zhang Zuolin, who was in Fengtian, and even Zhang Zuolin joined forces with other warlords to attack several times, forced Zhang Zuolin to ask Yuan Shikai for help. I think instead of running far to Sichuan, you might as well go to our hometown to see the situation!"

"Who is the revolutionary team led by that?" someone asked curiously. "My uncle didn't say the specific situation, so I asked you to see it." Luo Zhong explained hesitantly. "Luo Zhong's suggestion is good. Teacher Li, what do you think?" "The situation in Peking is turbulent now, and Yuan Shikai's minions will attack us at any time. At the same time, the way to the south is inevitably stopped by the Beiyang army. There is no such concern in the northeast, so you can learn about it." Teacher Li was thinking about whether to go south or west when the students were arguing. He seemed to remember what Luo Zhong said in his proposal. He also remembered that a friend in the Beiyang army once said that there would be a division's troops about to march into the Northeast and assist Zhang Zuolin's troops in Fengtian to enter the bandits in Tieling. At that time, he didn't care much. At this moment, he couldn't help but think it was a good note.
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