Now, the Golden Rankings shone under the various dynasties.
The Great Tang.
Guo Ziyi, who had just participated in the martial arts examination and was appointed as the left guard captain, looked up.
The golden words in the sky stunned this young man who had vowed to protect the Great Tang.
"Those who volunteered for revolution never thought of how great this country was.”
" For an unknown target, you're doing this…"
Northern Song Dynasty.
Liquan Temple.
Fan Zhongyan, who was only four years old, was holding a porridge cake in his hand. He didn't even read his book.
He just stared at the words on the golden list with a complicated expression.
"It is not necessary to fight for victory, it is not necessary to build China, and it is not necessary to not become a subjugated slave.”
"These people never knew if they would really succeed, but even if it was just in case, they were willing to use their flesh and blood to pave a path for their descendants.”
Southern Song Dynasty.
Some people laughed at him for fighting so hard in the war. This was not his world.
The young Yue Fei was silent.
Why wasn't this Mountain River?
At this moment, young people from different eras were chanting this passage.
Then, many burning gazes from different eras looked at the sky. The sky was as red as flames.
"Fire is fire.”
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This year, Zhou Shu Ren was teaching in the school. At the same time, he followed his teacher, Zhang Taiyan, to the Guangfu Association and continuously published revolutionary articles.
The thirty-year-old was also one of the people who bled in this era.
He began to think about literature.
China's situation was getting more and more difficult.
Despair finally appeared in the eyes of the few young compatriots beside him. What had they gained in exchange for countless failures and bloodshed?
Hence, in a student debate, could this country really be saved? Should we borrow the power of outsiders?
" Is there really a need for a revolution?" asked the passive compatriots.”
Looking at his depressed compatriots, Zhou Shu Ren suddenly felt lonely.
In the room, he closed his eyes and then opened them.
At that moment, this young figure was dazzling. He angrily rebuked!
"If you don't want to walk in front, please follow the team.
If you don't want to follow the team, please watch from the roadside.
If you don't want to watch from the side of the road, please shout in silence;
If you can't do all of this, please close your eyes and sit down to enjoy the rights that we have fought for you.
If you can't even do this, please put away your mocking and disregarding gaze.
What we are fighting for is your sunshine!”
Every word was sonorous and deafening!
Yes, even if you don't do anything, don't mock and ignore those who shed blood for the revolution.
The young man in his thirties clenched his fists, and the blood vessels on his arms bulged because of the heat in his chest.
Revolutions did not have to stand at the forefront, did not have to follow the team, and did not even have to look.
However, no one could deny that this light did not belong to the revolutions, but to the 400 million Chinese compatriots!
The crowd fell silent.
No one responded.
Zhou Shu Ren did not see any light in the eyes of these negative compatriots.
He was worried and disappointed.
Ever since Kawasaki returned to the country, ever since he gave up on the idea of medical rescue.
What he saw was only muddleheadedness and submission.
He didn't hate it.
The pen in his hand moved again. He hoped that he could work hard to awaken Zhonghua.
Even if he was alone, he had to write alone!
Teacher Zhang Taiyan looked at this shocking scene and looked at the dazzling young man in the darkness. He finally spoke.
"Your era is coming.”
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In the sky, the Golden Roll continued.
October 22, Changsha uprising broke out. Changsha declared independence and established the Hunan military government. The new army of Shaanxi captured Xi'an.
On October 30, the day after Cai E succeeded in the Kunming Uprising, the Qing court controlled him and died. Governor Li Jingxi sent Cai E away because he was an old subordinate.
On December 13, Governor Cai E advocated the establishment of the Republic of China.
On November 27, the Qing army captured Hanyang. Yuan Shikai proposed peace talks between the north and the south.
On December 29, Mr. Sun returned to the country. The 17 provinces voted to elect the commander-in-chief of the Republic of China. Mr. Sun was elected as the temporary commander-in-chief with 16 votes.
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At this moment.
The burly man.
Liu Xun, Emperor Xuan of Han, who had just learned about Empress Huo's family, looked at the golden list in the sky with a shocked expression.
Even the young emperor's voice was filled with disbelief.
"They took it down?"
They really did!
How could it be possible for a country to belong to the common people!
Jin Dynasty.
Sima Chi, who had just been captured in Ping Yang, looked up at the sky.
"Is their country about to be established?”
"But now, this so-called Republic of China is extremely chaotic. There are independent factions, the Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and the foreign races overseas.”
"In terms of ideology, some people advocate a Republic of China, some advocate a constitution, and some advocate independence. It's too chaotic.”
"Can they really succeed?"
Mr. Sun was back.
From the anti-Qing revolution to being wanted by the Qing court and expelled by Kawasaki.
He passed through Hong Kong and headed to Southeast Asia.
However, he was finally back.
At this moment, the sky was still gray.
Mr. Sun raised his head and looked at the layer of haze. There seemed to be a faint trace of sunlight.
He heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the faces that came to welcome him.
Students, workers, merchants, farmers…
Some were still childish, while others had wrinkles on their faces.
"Alright, I feel better."
He stood there alone, looking at the ancient building known as the Republic of China.
Hundreds of years ago, this place was called the Qing Dynasty Jiangning Weaving Office. Later, it became the Jiangnan Governor's Office and the Liang Jiang Governor's Office.
During the Taiping Country era, this was the Heavenly King Mansion that was occupied by those who rose up.
Today, this place was called the temporary Grand Marshal's Mansion, the Administrative Court of the Republic of China.
As time passed, the times changed. Mr. Sun looked at the paintings that had sunk into history. His eyes gradually became determined.
Now, this place would be the beginning of a new era.
At that moment.
Chen Duxiu, who was far away in Kawasaki, received an invitation from Dr. Sun Yat-sen to be the secretary general of the Governor's Office and the director of the academic affairs of the Institute of Higher Education.
It was raining heavily outside.
In the cabin, Chen Duxiu, who was dressed like a scholar, looked at the pitch-black night sky through the porthole.
There was no light outside.
He leaned against the porthole and looked into the distance. He saw chaos.
However, he did not close his eyes. He watched as many people deliberately declared independence, not for the sake of revolution, but to become warlords.
" Did the reform really succeed?"
Chen Duxiu seemed to be asking the revolutionary, but also seemed to be asking himself.
He suddenly realized that this was only the beginning. Yes, the establishment of the Republic of China was only the beginning.
The times had not changed. Even though the name had changed, the people were still backward.
He thought of his good friend Yi Baisha looking at the invitation letter in his hand with a determined gaze before he left.
"You should go. The Republic of China is your era.”
"This nation, this revolution, has just begun.”
So on this day, a scholar crossed the ocean from Kawasaki and returned to China.
On the Golden Roll, the inventory began again.
Mr. Sun's arrival in the country and his appointment as the temporary commander of China meant that the revolution had entered a new era. For the first time, the revolutionary who hoped for national progress had his own country.
The scene appeared.
In prison, the thirty-five-year-old Liu Jing 'an, a member of the Alliance, was wearing a prisoner's uniform because of the rebellion. His violent cough brought about a burning pain in his chest.
His throat felt like it was being pricked by needles, and there was a little blood in it.
This was his fifth year in prison.
The walls were damp all year round, covered in moss, and there was a stench of rust piled up in the corners. There were also many flies circling around.
The food on the ground had already turned rotten, and the stench of sweat filled his nose.
Although he was coughing violently, his face was still pale and swollen. Only his eyes were red from the blood. This was a sickness caused by not seeing the sun for many years.
The marching footsteps outside the window were dense and enthusiastic, and deafening cheers erupted from time to time.
At this moment, Liu Jing 'an heard the earth-shaking roars outside. It was as if he was venting his emotions crazily. He covered his mouth and staggered to his feet, trying his best to suppress his coughing.
"What's going on outside?"
the jailer said, not caring at all.
"The Revolutionary Party has established the Republic of China and occupied Jinling.”
Liu Jing 'an trembled.
The scholar then laughed like a real lunatic, dancing in the dark.
"Success, success!"
Although the road ahead was still very far, the country that belonged to the people had taken shape!
A moment later, Liu Jing 'an finally lost his strength, but he was still smiling. He curled up on the wet floor and murmured in a low voice.
"Mr. Tan Sitong, Mr. Zou Rong, we've succeeded.”
He knew that he did not have much time left. At this moment, many scenes seemed to appear in front of him.
He thought of the time when he was in the Qing court, telling the soldiers about the great cause of the nation.
He thought back to the year when he established the science tuition center and joined forces with the Chinese Association to launch an uprising.
He thought of the indomitable spirit of secretly spreading revolutionary ideas and articles in the church's reading room.
He also thought of that year, and wanted to be with that youth to respond to the uprising.
After being betrayed by the traitor, he had to face the torture and torture. His flesh had been torn apart, but the Qing soldiers could do nothing to him. They could only watch him fight for his fellow prisoners in prison and continue the revolution.
On the wet ground, Liu Jing 'an's vision gradually dimmed, but the cheers in his ears grew louder and louder.
He heard the shouts outside clearly this time.
"The Qing Dynasty has fallen, and the Republic of China has been reestablished. A new era has arrived!”
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Liu Jing 'an's original name was Zhen Yi. In 1906, he presided over the establishment of the day notice, was promoted to the general director, contact the military, academic, gentry, business circles. Soon after, he joined the Alliance to respond to the Ping Liu Li uprising, and was later falsely accused by traitors and arrested in 1907. In 1909, he was sentenced to eternal imprisonment. In prison, he insisted on studying, united his fellow prisoners, and promoted revolutionary activities in the name of the Iron Blood Army. In 1911, he died in prison due to torture.
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Big Ming.
The young man with Wen Tianxiang's portrait on his seat looked at the golden list.
For some reason, his chest was beating faster and faster, as if it was following the cheers of the people of another era.
"They succeeded. They really succeeded.”
The young man's name was Yu Qian. At this moment, he stood up, his eyes filled with respect as he looked at the cold corpse in front of him.
Northern Song Dynasty.
The brothel was silent.
On the golden list, the sun was shining outside the window, and the people were running around to tell each other.
The window was wet and muddy. A scholar had died silently on the day the revolution truly began.
The intense light and shadow seemed to split the world into two.
Below the stage were merchants, performers, and scholars.
Someone's eyes reddened as she choked.
Immediately, the cries spread and connected into one.
On the other side.
Big Ming, the young Qi Jiguang also raised his head.
He poured a glass of wine and poured it on the ground. His eyes were burning as he looked at the dead figure curled up in the mud with admiration.
"What a good man."
"Take care!"
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On the day Liu Jing 'an died, the Republic of China had just been established. He did not know how far this road was. He could not hold on any longer.
Let the next generation relay, only cheers are left in my ears
Long live China
A new world will appear…?
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