All the dynasties were looking at the Golden Roll, witnessing what they did not believe or understand.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of Song Dynasty, looked at the Golden Roll with disdain.
When the Qing court faced the invasion of the foreign tribes, they repeatedly gave in. Although the people protested many times, it was just a protest.
"With the current state of affairs, how can we create a so-called new country?”
Big Ming.
Zhu Di stood on the city wall, listening to the flags and the wind.
"Impossible. We've revolted time and time again, but we've never succeeded.”
"They still haven't seen the big picture. They're copying the system of the foreign tribes overseas, but they don't have the basic conditions for implementation.”
Qing Dynasty.
Even though the sky was dark, Yongzheng, who was still dealing with government affairs, casually glanced out of the window and retracted his gaze.
"They can't create a country.”
In the sky, the Golden Roll continued.
From Tan Sitong's death to Mr. Sun's numerous attempts to escape and plot an uprising, it was now time for the blood to boil.
On January 18th, 1911, under the guidance of Mr. Sun, Huang Xing arrived in Hong Kong. At the end of the month, he set up a coordination department to lead the uprising headquarters.
Yao Yuping was the person in charge of the dispatch department. In the sports military, Hu Yi was the person in charge of the reserve department to purchase and transport firearms. Zhao Sheng was the person in charge of the traffic department to contact the provinces. Hu Hanmin was the person in charge of the secretary department to manage the documents. Chen Jiongming was the person in charge of the editing department to formulate the system. Li Haiyun was the person in charge of the cashier department to manage the finances. Hong Chengdian was the person in charge of the general affairs department to manage the sundries. Luo Zhiyang was the person in charge of the investigation department to spy on the enemy.
in good order
The original 500 death squads were expanded to 800 people, specialized in assassination activities. The leaders of the various leagues were ordered to respond actively. They were scheduled to start the uprising in Yangcheng on April 13.
The scene slowly unfolded.
At the beginning of 1911, the cold wind howled.
Lin Juemin, a southerner who had just returned from studying in Kawasaki, was a member of the Alliance. He arrived in Hong Kong with excitement in his eyes.
This was the first step to change the era.
At the conference table at 53 Horse Racing Street, Huang Xing, Song Jiaoren, Zhao Sheng, Hu Hanming, and the others were looking at the situation in China.
"We'll make arrangements in Hong Kong first.”
"I've already contacted the provinces. Chen Qimei, Sun Wu, Jiao Dafeng and the others have already started to mobilize the new troops, police, patrols, guilds, and local workers 'organizations.”
Fang Shengdong waved his fists fiercely.
"Now even the Qing court's own patrol and police officers have a revolutionary consciousness, which shows how rotten the Qing court is.”
"With our vast experience, we can already see the results of this uprising.”
"First, we will assassinate them and make them leaderless. Then, we will move all over the country. Starting from Yang Cheng, we will overthrow this feudal dynasty in one fell swoop!”
Lin Juemin nodded his head fiercely as he looked out the window at the gloomy sky.
They knew that just like overseas countries, the time for revolution and bloodshed had come. Although it was cruel, no one was afraid!
"Oh right, Brother Lin, I heard that sister-in-law is pregnant. You…"
Lin Juemin smiled proudly.
"My wife also supports the revolution.”
On January 23rd, tens of thousands of people from all walks of life gathered to protest against the killing of the coachmen by the Eagle concession police station.
On January 30, the Hubei Revolutionaries established a literary society in Wuchang. The Hubei New Army Revolutionary Group often changed its name to confuse the imperial court. After it was changed to Zhenwu Society in August last year, the number of people increased by nearly 1,000. Four months later, the name of Zhenwu Society was leaked and changed to the literary society again. On the same day, the Revolutionaries held the founding meeting of the literary society in Wuchang Yellow Crane Tower.
The scene appeared.
When Duke Li saw the Qing court take out the autopsy results of the dead coachman, Wu Yigou, who was clearly beaten to death by the Qing Dynasty, his expression immediately changed.
"Officially exposing the alien race!"
"Our lives will be in danger in the concession!”
"Tomorrow, our Eagle Settlement's manual laborers and coachmen will all go on strike.”
Coachmen, laborers, dock workers, tens of thousands of people went on strike and gathered. They shouted in unison, vowing to seek an explanation for the people at the bottom!
On the other side.
Yellow Crane Tower.
The establishment of the Literature Society also caused the current dynasty's assistant leader, Li Yuanhong, to temporarily lose his goal.
The eyes of nearly a thousand students were burning. Beneath their young faces, there was a flame that made one's heart palpitate. They were waiting for the opportunity to make a revolution. They would raise their arms and shout to overturn this era!
At the same time.
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Below the rankings, many foreign emperors were also looking at it.
Qing Dynasty.
Emperor Daoguang had just finished reading the memorial to destroy Great Smoke, and his expression was gloomy.
"Even if they overthrow the Qing Dynasty, so what?”
"The foreign tribes are so strong, with their strong ships and cannons, how can they resist just by creating a country with their own people?”
"This is not the fault of our Qing Dynasty. It is really difficult to return!”
Yuan Dynasty.
Temujin, who had just arrived in Europe, looked up at the Golden Roll.
"They can't succeed. How can they build a great country under such circumstances?”
"Besides, their country is in such chaos. The so-called factions do not even occupy any side. They are just rootless duckweed. How can they develop their foundation?”
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In May 1911, the so-called cabinet of the Qing court announced that the railway was state-owned, and the commercial Yue-Han and Chuan-Han railroads were forcibly taken over by the government. Duan Fang was appointed as the supervising minister, but he did not choose to run it himself. Instead, he turned to the Eagle, Fa, De, and Mi four countries banks for loans.
The Qing court sold the road construction rights and completely angered the public. The people of all walks of life in the south of Hu used the railway company and the consultation bureau as a front to raise a wave of public opinion, trying to force the local officials to submit a petition to the Qing court to change the decision. However, they were reprimanded. For the first time, the workers, merchants, farmers and other classes stood together.
There was a bloody conflict between the officials and the people of Hubei. The overseas Chinese in Guangdong and Guangxi were determined to die. The people refused to accept paper money and banknotes. The squires in Sichuan organized the Road Protection Comrade Association with hundreds of thousands of participants. After the Qing court seized the railway, they set off a frenzy of resistance against grain. The Qing court forcibly killed hundreds of people, causing the Road Protection Army to attack the capital of Sichuan. They divided their troops into counties and formed a national uprising.
As the words appeared, the screen slowly unfolded.
Some of the students who were studying abroad advised their family members not to offend the Qing Dynasty and not to protect the road. The student was reprimanded."What do you know? This is our country's land, not theirs!!!!”
In the Land of Yichang, a few elderly squires with long braids and dressed in plain clothes were looking at the news.
Immediately, the tea on the table was swept over.
"Beast, beast!"
"What are they doing? What is the Qing Dynasty doing?”
"They want to sell our Zhonghua Shanhe. There's no need to talk about concessions. At least they can hide it and call it a lease.”
"Now, in order to protect the imperial court, these foreign races are actually forcefully claiming the railway that we built as part of our country. They even mortgage it to the foreign races just to borrow money to buy the guns and cannons that the foreign races have eliminated to suppress the Chinese people!”
The elderly squire stood up for the first time. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared.
"Let's go find the railway company and tell them that if they dare to give the road to the alien races, we will pay back the cost.”
Dozens of elderly squires left the village and arrived at the railway company.
Now, nearly ten thousand workers and peasants had gathered at the entrance of the railway company.
There were railway workers and even farmers nearby.
The old squire saw a young worker with red eyes and roared loudly.
"Country traitor, country traitor!"
"The imperial court is forcefully occupying the railway. They are letting the foreign races occupy the blood vessels of China!”
"The path of the Chinese requires the consent of the foreign races. How humiliating!”
The consultation bureau was also in a meeting.
"Save the country!"
"If we let the foreign races get our China's railway today, it would be the same as the foreign races controlling the lifeline of China. At that time, China would no longer be a country, and the people would have to beg the foreign races when they walk in China!”
"This is a national humiliation!"
There were many railway lands, all kinds of bad weather, and many people protecting the roads. They could not be ceded to the foreigners!
Why should I?
On this day, the rain was pouring. Students, businessmen, farmers, and workers from all walks of life stood together for the first time and shouted for the last dignity of China!
Strike, strike, strike, tax refusal.
But what greeted them was the sound of gunfire from the Qing court.
There were squires lying on the roadside, young workers desperately rushing into the Qing army camp, and powerful coachmen roaring.
At this moment, they could only protect this path helplessly and alone!
The red in the picture was shocking.
Southern Song Dynasty.
When Tong Guan saw this scene, he inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
"Are these commoners crazy?"
"In order to prevent the foreign tribes from occupying the land, you are willing to charge at those soldiers?”
"It's just a mortgage. Why don't you know how to be flexible? They were clearly borrowing money from the imperial court to prepare for their development. They would naturally have a chance to redeem it in the future.”
However, at this moment, Han Shizhong could only sigh in the court.
"The land these people live on was left behind by the ancestors of China, and it is also their last dignity.”
"If the people of China were to walk in China, they would have to pay taxes and respect the foreign races. How humiliating would that be?”
At that moment.
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The Golden Roll appeared again.
1911, at 5:30 p. m. on April 27, Huang Xing personally led 120 suicide squad members to attack the Governor's Office of Guangdong and Guangxi, launching the tenth armed uprising of the Alliance.
The uprising broke out.
The 120 suicide squad members were engaged in close combat. Even though they were facing the concentrated firepower of the Qing soldiers, they were still unwilling to give up.
Huang Xing watched these familiar faces fall. His scarlet eyes were filled with anger. His fingers had been broken, but he was still desperately pulling the trigger!
The uprising failed, and Huang Xing fled back to Hong Kong with injuries. Yu Peilun, Fang Shengdong, and others were killed. As many as 86 people died, of which 72 were collected in Honghuagang, later renamed Huanghuagang. This uprising was known as the Huanghuagang Uprising.
During the Huanghuagang Uprising, Lin Juemin, a southerner, arrived in Hong Kong from Kawasaki to participate in the uprising initiated by Huang Xing. On April 24, the news was leaked and Lin Juemin felt that there would be no more survivors. He wrote a letter to his father and his wife to bid farewell to his family.
1911, April 27, Lin Juemin participated in the uprising and attacked the Governor's Yamen. He was injured and imprisoned.
As the words disappeared, the image finally unfolded.
In the prison, the damp stench seemed to be drilling into his wounds.
Lin Juemin's gaze fell on the dim space and the light of the torch.
The branding iron on his chest made him tremble in pain from time to time. The flesh on his abdomen and back had rolled up due to the torture, and it was gradually turning white.
But he didn't care. He only recalled that day.
The cold wind on April 24th seemed particularly bone-piercing.
In the night, his pregnant wife had already fallen asleep. He sat on the edge of the desk and wrote his will with a handkerchief.
Yes, a suicide note.
He never planned to come back alive.
" My thoughts are reflected in your mind. I wrote this book with tears and ink…I love you and help the world love what they love. That's why I dare to die before you and ignore you. You understand my heart, in addition to crying, but also think of the world, should also be willing to sacrifice my own and your own welfare, for the world's people to seek eternal happiness.”
Her tears fell on her handkerchief. Then, she walked out of the house resolutely.
Lin Juemin muttered in a low voice.
He smiled. When the court officials asked him to confess his accomplices and promised to let him go, Lin Juemin only said,"The Qing Dynasty destroyed my life, and I destroyed the Qing Dynasty's heart!”
After starving himself for several days, he was going to be beheaded today.
Lin Juemin raised his head. The dark clouds in the sky were so thick that there was not even a trace of sunlight.
He lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"Yiying, are you watching?"
Lin Juemin, who studied in Kawasaki in his early years, participated in the Alliance and engaged in anti-Qing revolutionary activities. Lin Juemin participated in the Guangzhou Uprising led by Huang Xing and attacked the Governor's Yamen. Unfortunately, he was injured and arrested. After being imprisoned, he went on a hunger strike. Later, he was killed by the Qing Dynasty and buried in Huanghuagang. He was one of the 72 martyrs of Huanghuagang.
On the other side.
In the Lin family, Lin Juemin's wife, Chen Yiying, was reading the will in silence.
"I'll use this book to bid you farewell! When I wrote this book, I was still a man in the world; When you read this book, I have already become a ghost in the underworld."
Looking at the handkerchief in front of the desk, which was still stained with tears, Chen Yiying's tears fell like rain.
At that moment, outside the window, the thick dark clouds could no longer withstand the scorching sun.
At this moment, it was raining heavily.
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At this moment.
Below the Golden Roll, Great Qin.
Looking at this scene, Ying Zheng suddenly fell silent.
The emotions in the depths of his heart were particularly complicated.
The country's righteousness, love.
There was no such thing as a perfect solution in the world.
So, was this the kind of person in that world who would fight for a chance of survival for China and would not change his mind until death?
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Li Shi Min no longer put his hands behind his back. He lowered his eyes and sighed deeply.
He poured himself a cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.
The way these people were charging forward one after another made the emperor, who was known as the Heavenly Khan by the Outsiders, feel shocked for the first time.
He began to wait, waiting for that so-called true great country to be established.
It seemed that it was really possible.
Western Han.
Zhuo Wenjun's gaze fell on the Golden Roll and he was stunned for a long time.
She read out word by word, and even her voice was unconsciously trembling.
"I love you so much that I have the courage to die. Since I met you, I have always hoped that all lovers in the world can get married. However, the whole place is full of fishy clouds, the street is full of wolfdogs, happy, how many people can satisfy?”
Unknowingly, her eyes were filled with tears.
"What strength of character!"
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The Golden Roll did not stop counting.
In 1911, Yang Yulin, who was studying liberal arts in a foreign country, was particularly sad because of the failure of the uprising in Guangdong and Guangxi. In July, Yang Yulin felt that there was no hope for national affairs, and his brain disease relapsed. Finally, he died in the sea. Yang Changji was extremely sad about the death of his old friend and personally predicted the aftermath. He wrote "The Martyr Yang Jun Shouren" to commemorate it.
The scene unfolded.
Yang Changji was silent. The days of crying had passed.
Ever since the news of the failure of the Huanghuagang Uprising and the death of dozens of people with lofty ideals came, he and his good friend Yang Yulin cried for days. Those days, they thought of the darkness and oppression of China and the fact that so many people's sacrifices could not even bring back a glimmer of hope. They almost collapsed.
At this moment, at the port, someone was standing against the wind.
Yang Yulin held his head, and intense pain came from his mind.
"What should we do?"
"What should we do?"
Yang Yulin's face was filled with despair and sorrow.
Uprising, failure, uprising, failure again.
So many people had already given their all and risked their lives.
Could it be that China was really hopeless?
The sound of water could be heard.
Yang Yulin sank to the bottom of the sea in despair.
Yang Changji, who received the news, first paid his respects to his good friend. He was extremely upset. Then, he silently watched the news from China. He was extremely sad as he picked up his wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
Looking at the dark sky outside, which seemed to be forever shrouded in a haze that could not see the sun, at this moment, he thought of his teacher.
His teacher, Tan Sitong.
Back then, his teacher had personally used his own blood to set off a struggle and revolution in the minds of the people.
Now, generations after generations of people were still going forward.
The teacher said that no revolution could succeed without bloodshed.
After a long time, he finally spoke sadly. His gaze crossed the ocean and looked at China in the distance.
"No rush, no rush."
The light is still there, the road ahead is dark
Those who volunteered for the revolution never thought how great this country would be later
Because the process of revolution was too bitter and tiring. In fact, it was not necessary to fight for victory, to build a great China, or to not be a slave to a subjugated country.
Those revolutions said we would win, but they didn't know it was true.
They've sacrificed themselves for this road
For these victories, the path to the creation of a great nation will become inevitable.
Fire is fire, don't need everything
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