Jiang'an had just had a halo, and he was lying on the bed for two days and was "injured". Yang Qiu, who accidentally became a "smashing stick" again, put on his clothes and walked out of the dormitory to go to the schoolyard to relax.

By the time my fingers were less than a month, and my arms, butt, and back were all glorious. What's the matter? In addition, my fate and future were hazy, just like the fog rising from the Han River at this moment, making him unable to see the future clearly, so he always felt as uncomfortable as if he was blocked by something.

Of course, it is not all chaos, because as long as he has passed tonight's banquet, he will officially serve as the 42 bidding system of the Mixed Association tomorrow. There are three infantry battalions, each battalion with more than 500 people, which is equivalent to a regiment in the future according to the number of people.

Whether he can control this group is his biggest test after traveling through time.

If he had just arrived, he would have been full of confidence, but after contacting Zhang Biao twice and having a rough understanding of the current situation in the army from Xiao Anguo and others, his confidence was rapidly disappearing.

The only thing that is certain at present is that a group named Yizhishe has a deep connection with Gongjin. The number is not large, there are about a dozen people, but the influence is very deep. They often promote new ideas on the grounds of helping soldiers in difficulties and teaching everyone to read and write. Therefore, many soldiers have contact with them. In addition, there are about 50 bannermen officers and soldiers in the three battalions. These two gangs are currently hostile to each other, which is their biggest obstacle.

After understanding the internal obstacles, the outside world is also in chaos. Zhang Biao and Li Yuanhong are both old men. They can't hide the unstable things in the army. It seems ridiculous that they and Xiao Anguo's rapid promotion seem to be absurd, but they have a deep connection with their silent push.

Military cleaning is a double-edged knife in any era. Neither Zhang Biao nor Li Yuanhong dare to make a knife easily, for fear of causing a large-scale mutiny from soldiers, so they need an excuse the most!

It happened that he appeared, so he simply put himself in front of the revolutionary party. As long as he had a fight with the revolutionary party, they could justify the assassination of court officials, and finally reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Good abacus!

In addition to these two real power factions, the old guy Ruicheng must have his own calculations. The Zongshe Party was his backer. In the late Qing Dynasty, there was a saying from Yuan and Nan Zhang, who were talking about the actual helmsman of the two new armies, one south and one north.

After Yuan Shikai was idle by the clan society party, the clan society party, who was full of mind in the Qing Dynasty, naturally wanted to continue Zhang Biao. Only in this way can he control the two strongest armed forces in the country and eliminate internal troubles.

It's really annoying.

The more Yang Qiu thought about it, he became more and more confused. He raised his thumb and rubbed his temples hard. Traveling through time, especially to an extremely chaotic army with major forces intervening, he was really fighting with his head on his own.

After walking a few steps, he saw a familiar thin figure crossing the camp gate and walking in. His steps were as if there was something urgent, so he hurried over and shouted, "Bingwen."

Bingwen, who looked a little panicked, was startled. When he saw that it was Yang Qiu, he was even more panicked and said quickly: "Brother Yang, so early... Why don't you rest more in bed?"

"If you can't sleep, just go out for a walk." Yang Qiu said, while looking at Bingwen with his eyes, he found that his clothes were torn to pieces by something, and mud was stained with his knees and elbows, which looked like he was rushing away during a fight. He suddenly felt suspicious and asked, "Did you go out last night?"

Seeing that Yang Qiu was looking at him, Bingwen quickly lowered his head, quietly blocked the damaged clothes with his right hand, and said, "A fellow villager came to Hankou, but ended up drinking two more glasses."

Yang Qiu frowned secretly. He knew that Bingwen rarely drank alcohol and was very self-disciplined in the camp and would never leave without any major issues. In addition, he looked flustered when he saw him and his clothes were broken. He quickly asked, "Bingwen, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just got drunk and had a headache. When I came back, I fell down on the land and tore my clothes torn. This is my last new piece of clothing." Bingwen seemed to dare not look at Yang Qiu's eyes. He laughed dryly and said that he was about to go back to the camp. But after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned his head and asked, "I heard from Brother Ma that you are going to the Governor tonight for a banquet?"

"Yes, a bunch of messes."

"Brother Yang, you... be careful." Bingwen said nervously: "Brother Yang, you and Brother Ma, I heard what Brother Xiao said that day. You are right. Only when the country is in chaos will the people suffer."

"But if we don't overthrow... the country will be even more chaotic. Wouldn't the people never have a chance to make a comeback? So I have always wanted to ask you something, do you... really hate party members so much?" Bingwen hesitated for a while, and bravely said the bottom of his heart.

Seeing his expression bitter when he spoke, Yang Qiu also knew that it was difficult for this little guy who sympathized with the revolution during this period. He was at a time when he was vague in his mind and was easily incited. On the one hand, he saved his life, but went further and further away from the party members, and on the other hand, he had a strong incitement of revolutionary thoughts. The conflict and chaos in it can be imagined. He could only comfort him: "I don't like the Manchus. If I have the chance, I want to overthrow it with my own hands.

So I admire those heroes who are brave enough to take the first step, because changing dynasties is a necessity of history. The Qing Dynasty should naturally abdicate and give way to the wise. But Bingwen, you must remember one thing: As soldiers, we must protect our family even if we do not protect the country and we must be worthy of the people who support us. So if they make trouble, I will not stop and destroy them. But if the trouble makes the people live in poverty, don’t blame me for being rude!”

"Thank you Brother Yang for your teachings." Bingwen nodded, gritted his teeth and said again: "It's very messy outside now. You...you must be careful when you go to the banquet yourself."

"I know." Yang Qiu didn't continue asking, nodded with a smile and walked towards the playground. Bingwen looked at his back, gritted his teeth and then stomped his feet, and walked towards the barracks.

Looking at Bingwen's back gradually being covered by the fog, Yang Qiu's face changed slightly. Although this little guy didn't say it for some reason, his clothes were broken and he seemed to have been beaten. He reminded himself twice in a row to be careful and made him feel a little bad!

Although everything seemed to be calm after returning to Wuchang, the hatred between me and those people was no longer resolved for the time being, and even to the point of death. There were many radical soldiers in the new army. If it weren't for the baggage camp at this moment, someone might have come to the door to kill me.

"snort."

The vague danger made Yang Qiu's heart arouse a strong battle. In his opinion, it was not surprising that he used some improper means to strengthen himself in this chaotic era, but as a political party, he began to regard assassination as a regular means, which was different from the gangsters in later generations? How could such a person lead the heroes and restore China?

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