Now, all the dynasties were looking forward to the creation of the country!
Ming Dynasty, Yongle Era.
Zhu Di, who called himself Taizong, was watching. The black-robed monk behind him raised his head with a burning gaze. His three sons, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and the others were also watching.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Gaozong Zhao Gou didn't say a word. His expression was subtle, as if he was worried.
Cai Jing, Tong Guan, and the others narrowed their eyes.
The burly man.
The high-spirited Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Liu Che, had his hands behind his back as he looked at the sky in a domineering manner.
When the new words appeared, these top existences from various dynasties changed their expressions in shock.
Zhu Di stood up, Zhao Gou sat down, and Liu Che looked up.
The words on the golden roll were still the same, but the bearing had changed.
At this moment, a poem appeared in the void.
We should use our remaining courage to pursue the enemy, not to seek fame and learn from the overlord.
Tang Zong and Song Zu, slightly less coquettish
Genghis Khan only knows how to shoot eagles with a bow
Spring comes, I don't open my mouth first, which worm dares to make a sound
How many things, always urgent, heaven and earth turn, time is pressing, ten thousand years is too long, seize every minute
In the Great Tang, Emperor Taizong Li Shimin's face was gloomy.
Tang Zong, Song Zu, slightly inferior to coquettish.
"Who is this?"
He, Li Shi Min, had been a conqueror of the world and had been in the military for his entire life.
This was the first time someone dared to judge him like this.
Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin's face was ashen.
Ever since Chen Qiao's mutiny, for the sake of the stability of Great Song, he did not hesitate to emphasize literature and suppress martial arts, but he was also a person who was skilled in both literature and martial arts.
In terms of vision, structure, and methods, he was not inferior to the past emperors.
"With such a judgment, I want to see what kind of methods you have!”
Great Qin.
Qin Shihuang, Ying Zheng, sat in his carriage and said nothing.
The literary talent of an emperor was naturally reflected in governing the country. If this person was not a crazy person, he was probably a talented person!
The burly man.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Liu Che, had his hands behind his back and frowned.
He…Lacking literary grace?
After looking at the Golden Roll for so long, he realized something.
Indeed, in such a chaotic world, a great sage must have appeared.
For a moment, the emperors of the past dynasties all had solemn expressions.
The words on the Golden Board continued to appear.
He gave the old Huaxia a piece of land, gave the old society a perfect hammer and sickle, and gave the confused Chinese people a bright sun.
What he accepted was the old world where it was difficult to make a screw, the literacy rate was less than 20%, and everyone was a walking corpse. What he left behind was a new world with atomic bombs and hydrogen bombs, and a soul that was enough to support three feet.
Big Ming.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was dressed in plain clothes, stood up and unconsciously walked closer to the golden roll. His expression changed.
"As expected, a great talent has appeared."
Although he didn't know much about the atomic bomb, he could clearly see the prosperity of the future generations of powerful countries after watching the Gold List.
The Qing Dynasty was so backward, but it was actually pulled into a three-legged confrontation by this person. How magnificent!
Western Han.
Liu Bang also put away the carefree expression on his face. His gaze was heavy as he stepped closer to the Golden Roll.
"The Qing Dynasty is about to be destroyed. So, that big country is finally going to be established?”
Now, there were many talents on the Golden Roll. Just from what he saw, there were Tan Sitong, Zou Rong, and others who risked their lives to open up thorns for future generations.
There were Zhang Taiyan and the others who had far-sighted and grand plans.
There was also Mr. Sun who had traveled thousands of miles overseas to save the country.
Now, this person seemed even more mysterious.
The Great Era was coming!
The words on the golden list unfolded.
In the winter of 1903, the last elegy of the late Qing Dynasty, the Qing court successively signed the Shame Pact, the Ili Pact, ceding 70,000 square kilometers of land and paying 2.8 million taels of compensation, the Shimanseki Pact, paying 200 million taels of compensation, the Liaonan Pact, paying 30 million taels of compensation, the Xinchou Pact, paying 1,022,700 taels of compensation, and the continuation of the Yin-Tibet Pact.
China was divided up, but if one looked closely, this decadent and crumbling dynasty had already ignited flames from the bottom.
As the words disappeared, the image slowly appeared.
Overseas, Tan Jinyong, a diplomat from the Qing court who had just gotten off work, was mocked by American police officers who brushed past him because of his braids.
"Long braids, pigtails."
Tan Jinyong's expression changed as he took off his hat.
"Chinese people are also human beings. Have some self-respect!"
The American police officer sneered.”
He didn't even hesitate to slap the Qing court's diplomatic officer. Tan Jinyong couldn't help but return a few punches.
However, this American police officer called over many foreigners and beat him up. His braid was tied to the fence like a leash, and he was even brought to the police station.
When Tan Jinyong showed his embassy military officer ID, the American police officer was very disdainful.
"All Chinese people will be beaten up, no one can break the rule!”
The local Chinese businessman redeemed Tan Jinyong.
On the bridge, the sky was dark.
The Chinese businessman stood beside Tan Jinyong. He looked at the Qing court military officer with red eyes.
Tan Jinyong's face was swollen, and the corners of his eyes were bleeding. He reached out to hold the railing of the bridge and climbed up, his eyes filled with confusion.
"Will our country really not be strong in the future?”
"Is the West really invincible?"
The sound of falling into the water was like a heavy blow to the Chinese businessman's heart. He did not stop him, but looked at the military officer's desperate eyes.
He was still lost even when he died.
The words on the golden list appeared again.
This was the process of entering the Republic of China, a cruel struggle of blood and tears to get out.
The burly man.
In the North Sea, Su Wu's eyes were filled with tears as he clenched his fists.
"What country is this, what country is this!”
On the other side, Zhang Qian was not angry when the Yue clan refused to help him, nor was he angry when he was detained in the Xiongnu. Now, looking at the military official's eyes that were wide open even when he died, Zhang Qian was furious. After a long time, he finally lowered his eyes.
"The enemy is too strong. How can this great country break out of this situation?”
Now.
As the inventory continued, a new line appeared on the Golden Roll.
In 1904, the Kawasaki Tsaro-Russian War broke out. In order to fight for Liaodong, the Qing court actually declared that it was neutral and designated the east of Liaohe River as the war zone, allowing the two bandits to fight on the Qing territory.
This year, the Jiaoji railway was opened to traffic. In the early 20th century, it was also known as the "Dongshan railway", also known as the Jiaoji line. It was built in 1899, with a length of 384.2 kilometers, connecting Jinan and Qinghai.
The words stopped and the scene unfolded again.
As time passed, the times changed. China had a railway, but this era was no different from a huge blood-sucking tube that the aliens had inserted into the Chinese people.
Overseas.
Mr. Sun was in a hurry and was moving around America.
After leaving the place where he publicized the revolutionary army and gave a speech, he was now rushing to the court.
The Zhi Gong Tang of this era was actually called the Yi Xing Association. It was an overseas Chinese organization known as the Heaven and Earth Association. It was also known as the Hong Sect. It was founded during the Xianfeng period and had branches all over the country. It was known for helping the weak, eliminating violence, and helping each other.
Mr. Sun's trip this time was to deal with the cancer left behind by Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao.
Because Zhigongtang was deceived by the royalists, it became the overseas contact point of the royalists.
In the Zhigong Hall, Mr. Sun nodded without hesitation at the request of Huang Sande. He became the so-called Hong Gang of the Zhigong Hall and the third in charge of law enforcement in the Hong Sect.
With Huang Sande's support, Mr. Sun stood on the stage and looked at the overseas Chinese who had once contacted the royalists.
"Today, I have re-enacted the rules of the court. I have the mission of uprooting the strong and helping the weak, eliminating violence and appeasing the good, helping each other, expelling the Tartars, restoring China, establishing the Republic of China, and balancing land rights!”
"Now that China is so vast, we can only overturn the Qing Dynasty to forge the China of our Chinese people.”
"No one will be bullied by the alien races. From now on, no one will dare to insult, curse, or beat the Chinese people.”
After seeing the contact made by the Zhigong Hall, the eyes of the thousands of overseas Chinese representatives present gradually lit up. Mr. Sun's exhausted face finally showed some relief.
Before, Tan Sitong and the others had gradually made their way out, but now, they were cutting through the thorns and thorns, groping in the darkness.
Although he was stained with blood, there were still people who came after him!
At this moment, Mr. Sun's gaze slowly swept across the raised hand below.
It was a rare light in the decaying era.
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At this moment.
Big Ming.
South Zhili.
Bang!
The teacup was smashed onto the ground. Zhu Yuanzhang, who was known for being thrifty, had an extremely gloomy expression on his face. It was as if the words were coming out from between his teeth.
"How could the future generations of the Han people be so miserable!”
He had risked his life to expel Northern Yuan. Other than wanting to eat a mouthful of rice, he also wanted to fight for the glory of the Han Dynasty.
How could a good man of Huaxia bow down to a foreign race!
Immediately, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was complicated. He gradually fell silent, and his old face was gradually shrouded in the gloomy sky.
"It's really difficult to establish this country!"
The burly man.
The commoners were also watching.
They watched as the barbarians with high noses, blonde hair, and blue eyes pulled at the Han man's braids and led him away like a dog. The feeling of humiliation gradually spread in their hearts.
"Too tragic!"
"Who is going to destroy the internal strife of the enemy?”
The Great Tang.
In order to quell the war, Yan Zhenqing had sacrificed his entire family for the country. His aged eyes carried the last hope.
"The existence that created the great country should have appeared, right?”
At the same time.
The inventory continued.
The Qing Dynasty was also in chaos.
In 1904, after the Nanyang Public School ink bottle incident, Zhendan College, which was rebuilt by Ma Xiangbo, began to get on the right track. However, there was constant news at home and abroad.
In the same year, Huang Xing founded the revolutionary group Huaxing Association in Changsha and served as its president.
In the winter of 1903, Wang Jiawei, Tao Chengzhang, and the others discussed in Tokyo. In early 1904, Tao Chengzhang and Wei Lan returned to Shanghai to discuss with Cai Yuanpei. In November, based on the assassination group of the Military National Education Association organized by Gong Baoquan, the Restoration Society was officially established in Shanghai.
The scene unfolded.
In the academy, young students dressed in plain clothes were looking at the overseas news with confusion in their eyes.
"Is there still hope for our country?”
Standing beside him, the young man holding a western book lowered his head in silence.
The military attaché of the overseas embassy was dead.
He did not die in the hands of the West, but in the hands of the Qing Dynasty.
In a country without dignity, every citizen might not have dignity.
The young man's nose was trembling, and even his breathing was a little irregular. He looked up, wanting to see where the future of China lay.
However, what he saw was a decaying sky.
However, very soon, a female student in a new blue shirt waved the flyer and widened her eyes.
"President Huang founded the Chinese Association, and Mr. Gong founded the Restoration Association.”
"The flyer says that we want to expel the Tartars and revive China!”
The eyes of the two confused young students suddenly lit up. They lowered their heads and looked at the flyer.
With Xiangnan as the base, they would slowly spread out and attack You Yan!
The young man held the flyer in his hand, and the light in his eyes grew brighter as he muttered.
"Expel the Tartars and overturn this rotten imperial court.”
The confused youth beside him also stood up, his hands trembling with excitement.
"There's still hope, there's still hope.”
The young student looked at the flyer and clenched his fists.
In the heavy rain, thunder and lightning were mixed together. Some scholars 'clothes were soaked, and they rushed forward, quietly handing out flyers in the streets.
"Just look, look at China today, look at China in the future!”
Young students gathered in the dilapidated factory and took the oath under the illumination of the fire.
"For the new China, for the bright world!”
There were workers, teachers, students, men and women, young and old, and ordinary people living at the bottom of the Qing Dynasty.
There seemed to be a flame in their eyes, so they carefully escorted her until her thin figure walked into the twilight.
On the Golden Roll, the stocktaking continued.
In the same year, the last embers of the late Qing Dynasty were in a snowy winter. In this year, the lowest level of workers in the country suffered the oppression and exploitation of foreign capital. They sold their dignity, sold their wives and children, and died in this bone-chilling cold wind.
Before the rickshaw with the porter could be returned, the frozen body was found in the corner of the street.
The hard workers at the port did not work for a few days until they found a curled up body in the pile of sacks.
When these bottom-level people of the Qing Dynasty died, their clothes were not enough to cover their bodies. Their stomachs were also ridiculously shriveled, revealing a large number of bones.
But sadly, the nightclub next to the wall where the porter had frozen to death was still singing and dancing with neon lights.
The laborers would never see the foreigners in suits walking to and fro at the port with cigarettes in their mouths.
Outside the door of the dance hall, merchants were hugging singers and giggling as they tipped silver coins. Their eyes were greedy as they got into the car. Those so-called gentlemen of the foreign races came and left drunk. There were always a large number of Qing merchants fighting to pay for them.
These people were eventually buried under the heavy snow, just like the tens of thousands of Qing people who had frozen to death. Their eyes were wide open, confused and empty.
He did not know why it was like this.
The words on the golden board unfolded.
Chen Tianhua, who had been fighting against the Qing Dynasty all his life, wrote "Turning Back" and "The Whole World Bell" for the sake of a new country.
The scene appeared.
This scholar, who grew up selling baskets, studied abroad to hold the country. He was good friends with Dr. Sun Yat-sen.
Now, he was standing by the sea in a foreign country, looking at the surging waves from afar.
His eyes were filled with anger as he gritted his teeth and took out the paper.
He thought of those foreigners with contempt in their eyes who called the Chinese people long braids, pig tails, and sick men of East Asia.
He thought of those countrymen who knelt on the ground and had to offer their wives and daughters in order to enter the concession.
He was unwilling.
How could he accept this?
That was China's land!
He picked up his brush and excitedly began to write and spread the book.
This scholar swore that he would let them all read these books.
At that time, he had followed Mr. Sun. He had hoped that this country could see hope.
What he could do was to awaken the people!
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Now.
Big Ming.
Yu Qian, who was working, fell silent when he saw this scene. His heart seemed to have been touched.
He thought of himself and pointed at the Emperor's nose, telling him that he was going all out for war.
"They're all working."
"That Mr. Sun is creating the Prosperous Central Society and leading the overseas people to awaken their consciousness.”
"The scholar named Huang Xing wants to rebel in Changsha. Even if his hands and feet are bound, he will call out and do his part.”
"Zhang Taiyan is still in prison because of the preface he wrote for the Revolutionary Army. Even so, he still does things for the sake of the world.”
On the other side.
It was also the Ming Dynasty, Hongwu Year.
Zheng Shiyuan, who had just exposed the corruption case of the imperial grandson and angered Zhu Yuanzhang, was curled up in the prison. He suddenly smiled as he looked at the golden list.
What he saw was the people at the bottom of the social ladder, running desperately for the same dream, for their country.
Even though everyone was insignificant, when they were together, they were like stars that were gradually gathering.
"These people are all working hard.”
" A country will only be slowly created when these people begin to appear. Countless stars will be scattered. One day, the night will be dispelled…"
All the dynasties were looking forward to the most glorious appearance of their country!!!
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