Chapter 11 Chapter 4 The Spring Breeze Doesn't Pass the Yumen Pass (1)

After passing through Jiming Town, the mountain has obviously slowed down, and when we walked out of the mountain pass, we could already see Yincheng from a distance.The towering derrick, the majestic city tower, and the silver stream that stretches like a jade belt are all vivid in my mind.Liu Zhenwu's heart throbbed hotly, and he finally got rid of all obstacles and arrived at Yincheng within the date specified by the order.Liu Zhenwu sent a troop of cavalry into the city to make contact. The cavalry returned and reported that Master Nie, the commander of the Yincheng Patrol Battalion, had made arrangements.The cavalry also reported another news to Liu Zhenwu: the assassin who assassinated Lord Zhifu in Yincheng had surrendered, and had been beheaded by Lord Nie for public display. At this moment, his head was hanging on the city wall outside the north gate.This unexpected news surprised Liu Zhenwu.He hurriedly asked the assassin's name, and the soldiers replied that they only remembered a teacher in the school who pretended to be an Oriental, and his surname was Ouyang, and he said he was an Annan expatriate.Liu Zhenwu asked again what accomplices had been arrested.The soldiers said that they hadn't heard Mr. Nie mention it because they left in a hurry. They only heard that a few heads were chopped off, and several suspects were killed while standing in the cage.Master Nie specifically told Guan Dai Yincheng that there was no more fighting, so he could rest assured.Liu Zhenwu suddenly felt a gloomy air passing through his heart.He didn't want the soldiers to see his worry, suppressed his inner anxiety, and issued an order for the soldiers to march quickly.

Everything that Liu Zhenwu has done so far has been fairly smooth. As the commander-in-chief of the riot, Liu Zhenwu finally brought the troops preparing for the uprising to Yincheng smoothly.Without the unexpected encounter at Tongling Pass, Liu Zhenwu could have rushed to Yincheng a little earlier.Those chaotic peasants didn't know there was a riot at all, let alone what team they blocked.Fortunately, I dealt with it decisively, otherwise, I don't know how much time I would have wasted at Tongling Pass.According to the original plan, after entering the city, the riot will be held three days later, that is, on August 24, as long as the comrades who have made internal preparations come to meet up.At that time, the four counties around Yincheng and several counties along the lower reaches of the river will also respond at the same time.Liu Zhenwu's rigorously trained elite troops were the main force of the riot. Most of the officers in the battalion were secret members of the Tongmenghui. As long as they had enough ammunition, they could attack Yincheng with ease.Due to the lessons learned from the failed riots in the provincial capital, the preparations for the Yincheng riots were extremely cautious and kept secret.In order to prevent it from being cracked again by the government, all operations were conducted secretly under the direct command of the Tokyo Headquarters of the Tongmenghui through a single-line connection.Even Liu Zhenwu himself was notified urgently by the special commissioner from Tokyo that he would be the commander-in-chief of the riot after the Governor's Yamen received the order to reinforce Yincheng.According to the pre-specified secret connection code, Liu Zhenwu pinned a school badge of the Army Non-commissioned Officer Academy on his chest before entering the city.No one will guess the purpose of this bronze medal.Not to mention that no one would have expected that the troops who came for reinforcements were the ones who were about to stage an uprising. This is the real God's Soldier, who will catch them by surprise!All this once made Liu Zhenwu, who was eager to make contributions, excited.Nine years ago, the 15-year-old boy who traveled across the ocean and stayed abroad with the seventh young master finally returned to his hometown now.As a fourth-rank official in charge of the New Army Battalion, Liu Zhenwu not only wants to return to his hometown, but also wants to turn the world upside down in his hometown and change the world for another day.He wants to rewrite the history of Silver City with his comrades.But now it is very unexpected that such an assassination and surrender would happen before the riot.In the seven days since the departure of reinforcements, Liu Zhenwu has not received any new information.This sudden incident almost plunged everything into an unknown danger.The most dangerous thing is that Liu Zhenwu can't accurately judge how much threat and damage this incident will have on the imminent riot.In the current situation, not only was a sudden attack impossible, but Liu Zhenwu didn't even know if this would directly threaten his own safety.But this is the end of the matter, and there is no way out.Even if you want to go through fire and water, you have to sacrifice your life.The rigorous training of professional soldiers for many years has already taught Liu Zhenwu to control his emotions. He quietly ignored life and death, and suppressed all kinds of anxiety in his heart. What the soldiers saw on the commander's face was still the same as usual. An indescribable indifference.

An hour later, surrounded by drummers and trumpeters, the flag of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Infantry Association of the 17th Town of the Provisional Army passed the Shangguan Bridge.Guan Dai Liu Zhenwu led his well-equipped troops to the school field neatly.Following his command, the four-row parallel marching team turned into four vertical and straight square formations in an instant, and the bright silver bayonets gleamed coldly on these four square formations.Behind the phalanx followed two Krupp mountain cannons, and sixty cavalry in four rows lined up side by side.The orderly sound of military boots of 540 infantrymen, the rattling of gun carriages and horseshoes, and the orderly shouting of soldiers following the password, shook the ancient school grounds by the Yinxi River.The crowds following and watching came out all over the city, and the people of Yincheng were very excited about this scene they had seen for the first time in the world.With the sound of a cannon, the sound of conch shells and big drums sounded on the school grounds.Nie Qinxuan, the leader of the Yincheng Patrol Battalion, led his team with outdated equipment and messy clothes, and had been lining up in the school grounds outside the North Gate for a long time.In order to gain momentum, three large banners of the green battalion were erected on the stage, and flying pythons hovered on the green pennant five feet eight inches long and wide.There were two rows of guards standing on both sides of the platform, holding spears and knives hanging around their waists, and the spears were specially replaced with brand new red tassels.Nie Qinxuan wore a giant clam top and embroidered a Biao-shaped pattern of Mr. Qian's supplementary uniform, and sat on the grand master's chair on the commander's platform, looking jealously at the reinforcements he was waiting for.The three guards around Gong Li held a hookah in one hand, a purple clay teapot in the other, and a tray with wine jugs and wine glasses in the third hand.Seeing, shocking military boots, dazzling bayonets, and brand-new foreign guns and cannons, they walked towards the center of the school grounds in an imposing manner.Nie Qinxuan had already expected the embarrassing scene in front of him.That kid who was more than 20 years younger than him, enough to be his own son, had already been in the fourth rank of the official residence and became the new army battalion manager just because he had stayed abroad for a while.His monthly salary and public expenses are two hundred and forty taels, which is seventy-two taels more than his one-year salary of one hundred and sixty-eight taels.Even as a regular soldier carrying a gun in the new army, he was paid four and a half ounces a month.Compared with them, the team he leads is simply a bunch of beggars!But now the Qing Dynasty just couldn't trust these foreign-style new troops, so it just let the beggars protect the country for it, and it just let the beggars monitor these rich and foreign new troops for it.If I knew today, why bother?Could it be that the Qing Dynasty spent a lot of money and sent its children abroad to study abroad just to teach people to rebel?Could it be that the Qing Dynasty spent countless sums of money to buy foreign guns and cannons, just to use them to ruin its own country? ——This thing is really dumbfounding.

Seeing Liu Zhenwu walking towards the general platform under the guard of the flag officer and guards, Nie Qinxuan hurriedly left the grand master's chair with a smile on his face, stepped off the platform and greeted him from a distance, and praised repeatedly: "Liu Guandai, good! Good! It's really a new army, so neat and mighty! Liu Guandai's ingenuity and unstoppable bravery, I heard that he captured Tongling Pass in just a few moments and beat the bandits of the Tianyi Army to pieces! Well, you are really young and promising , Generals are rare and limitless! I specially greeted you at the school grounds today, just to let the people of Yincheng see your military power! With you coming to Yincheng to reinforce the garrison, how dare those rebellious parties move again! Yincheng The common people are really lucky!"

Liu Zhenwu performed the military salute meticulously, and reported: "Commander Nie, temporarily organized as Liu Zhenwu in charge of the First Battalion of the First Infantry Association of the Seventeenth Town of the Army, has been ordered by the commander to reinforce Yincheng. , Commander Nie, this battalion, please make the adjustment." Nie Qinxuan stepped forward and grabbed Liu Zhenwu's hand and laughed again, "Liu Guandai, what's the matter? Sipin Guandai, everyone is still in the same boat and helping each other, come on, Liu Guandai, let me go on stage and drink three glasses of wine to cleanse you! Liu Guandai has been away from his hometown for a long time, you have to go home to see your parents Gao Tang tonight Tomorrow night, I will prepare a special banquet in the camp to welcome Liu Guandai! I have already arranged the residence of your camp, the education school has been disbanded and closed, and there are still two Dongyang teachers in the school, and the school building has been vacated Leave it to you to garrison. You and I are stationed across the river, which can not only guard the old and new cities, but also form horns to echo and support each other. Liu Guandai, what do you think?"

Liu Zhenwu returned the salute again, "Commander Nie, before leaving, the master of Taiwan has ordered you to follow Commander Nie's orders in Yincheng. It's just that the battle at Tongling Pass consumed a lot of ammunition, and it needs to be replenished in time, otherwise it will be difficult to fight again." Nie Qinxuan smiled and said, "Liu Guandai, don't be busy, don't be busy. You have been away from your hometown for a long time, and Sangong is already looking forward to it. Yesterday was Sangong's 60th birthday. You have already delayed it. How can you miss it again and again? It’s better to go home and visit your father first. Other matters can’t be discussed until you set up your camp and make all the arrangements.” He pointed back and said, “Liu Guandai, look at the head on the city gate. That’s The assassin who assassinated Yuan Zhifu was also the leader of the Yincheng Rebel Party. Once he surrendered, the Yincheng Rebellion Party was in a mess and couldn't take care of themselves. How dare they compete with you and me? You should go back and pay homage to San Gong "As he spoke, he patted Liu Zhenwu's hand specially, and instructed in a voiceless voice: "Everything will be discussed after seeing your lord. Liu Guandai, it is a great fortune in life to return home. Sangong is 60th birthday, and it is another It’s really a blessing for your son to return home! You must not spoil your father’s interest! What’s more, after a long journey and hard work, you should rest for two days. You should camp and rest first, and you should go home quickly. This matter I'll make the decision for you!"

While chatting, laughing and congratulating, Nie Qinxuan completed her arrangement seamlessly.He placed the new army that needed to be monitored across the river in Xincheng.As long as the war is not started immediately, the missing ammunition does not need to be replenished immediately.Only by isolating and weakening this elite reinforcements in this way can I control the situation, and my beggar team can defend the old city and have a basis for advancing and retreating. Liu Zhenwu clearly felt the rejection and vigilance behind that smiling face.Nie Qinxuan's resoluteness in placing the reinforcements he brought across the river in Xincheng was not as simple as he said.The situation may be more serious than expected.Otherwise, how dare Nie Qinxuan assert that there is no war in Yincheng?But Liu Zhenwu had no reason to refuse, so he had no choice but to follow Nie Qinxuan's wishes and lead the soldiers out of the school grounds and walk towards Shangguan Bridge again.When Liu Zhenwu was leaving the school grounds, he turned around and saw the wooden cage hanging above the north gate from a distance.If the wooden cage really contained the head of the leader of the Silver City Alliance, then the riot plan was indeed in dire jeopardy.Now that the Education School has been disbanded, Seventh Brother must be in a very dangerous situation.I am afraid that no one will recognize the badge for the connector on my chest.Could a well-planned riot really go to waste like this?Liu Zhenwu didn't expect that with his passion and careful planning, he would fall into such a trap silently.What's more, he didn't expect that he led an elite army to attack for hundreds of miles, but he only fought a battle with a group of rebellious peasants for no reason.The onlookers moved over from the surroundings of the school grounds, chattering, chaotic footsteps, and yelling, all mixed together into a dirty and chaotic wriggling.Behind the crowd of tens of thousands of people, the wooden cage with the human head hung high and lonely.Under the haze, the city tower was towering, and because it was too far away, Liu Zhenwu couldn't distinguish the face of the head in the wooden cage.The head of the stranger hung strangely on the city wall, behind a crowd of excited, filthy, confused faces.The people here don't understand what that person is going to do. They only know that he is an Annan expatriate pretending to be an Oriental.Liu Zhenwu suddenly felt a pain in his heart.Is this the hometown that we separated and missed for nine years?Is this the hometown that I am going to devote my life to?If one day, my own head is also hung on the city wall together with the Annan expatriate, will these dirty, chaotic, crowded and excited crowd have a different expression, will it change? ... Everything is still the same as it has been for hundreds of years, everything is still the same as it was nine years ago, everything seems distant and strange.

Watching those foreign guns and cannons pass by the Shangguan Bridge, the scheming Nie Qinxuan secretly rejoiced in his heart that he and Liu Sangong had already made the deal yesterday, and fortunately the matter had ended in his own hands ahead of schedule.The well-equipped and foreign-looking team in front of them has nothing to do now, and their raids for hundreds of miles are just in vain.This foreign-looking army has no battles to fight, nothing to do, and no achievements to make in Yincheng.This is like letting a sweet BMW car walk into a muddy pond. Even though you are so delicate and beautiful, it is still useless!A young boy who has gone abroad to study abroad, how can he know what it means to be "those who subdue the enemy's soldiers without fighting, and those who are kind are also good"!Looking at the young and handsome back, a thought flashed in front of his eyes. Nie Qinxuan suddenly remembered the commander-in-chief who hadn't shown up all this time, and remembered the August 24th that he had learned from Ouyang Langyun. Counting there were three days left, my heart suddenly became clear.

Everything happened as expected.But everything is so shocking and unacceptable. Is the human head in the wooden cage on the city gate really the head of Ouyang Langyun?It is impossible to believe that the quiet and thin Ouyang Langyun would be beheaded like this.Without a trial, without a court, without any investigation and evidence collection, a human head is beheaded.No one saw the execution process, and no one knew whether the victim left a last word.The difference between killing a man in China and killing a cow is insignificant.Thinking of Ouyang Langyun's head rolling to the ground, Hideyama Jiro couldn't help but close his eyes.This incident is cruel and so real that it is unacceptable.

The rough and wide wooden strips roughly divided the pale face into several pieces. All that could be seen was one eye, half-open mouth, slightly exposed teeth, disheveled hair, and the quiet and peaceful face that had died on that face. passion.This mind, which was once educated and knowledgeable at Waseda University, is now slaughtered like an animal and hung on the city wall to threaten other Chinese people who want to riot.Hideyama Jiro recalled the shots he had just taken a few days ago, and suddenly felt that the deaths that were shown in public had a kind of unbearable cruelty and filth.Hideyama Jiro adjusted the angle several times, but the picture in the camera was always unsatisfactory.Suddenly, he saw flies flying around in the gaps in the wooden cage, and tears welled up in his eyes... Ouyang Jun was so confused that he surrendered himself just because of a calculation error; Emotional impulses are put in the cage like this, and let the flies sting around.A Chinese will always be a Chinese.They are really Chinese people who will never be understood and will never be changed!Hideyama Jiro didn't want his sister to see his tears, and he didn't want to show his feelings in front of the Chinese people, so he just buried his head under the blackout cloth and wiped the tears from his face again and again.In the suppressed sobs, Hideyama Jiro waited for himself to calm down, and then moved the tripod again.This unchangeable upward angle limits the line of sight and also limits the distance.The angle was bad and the lighting wasn't good enough, but he had no choice but to accept the flawed image.He suddenly remembered a few days ago, when he and Ouyang Langyun walked out of the Huixian Teahouse together, Ouyang's fierce accusation against the soldier who played with the head.In a blink of an eye, really just a blink of an eye, his own head was hung on the city wall.This time, no one would argue over his own head.Thinking of this, tears welled up again.Hideyama Jiro restrained again, suppressing tears again.In order to calm his emotions, Hideyama Jiro deliberately let himself conceive the footnote of this photo: the one hanging on the city wall is my colleague, a mind educated by Waseda University.When thinking this way, Hideyama Jiro immediately denied himself again.He suddenly realized that this was a mistake. This annotation full of subjective emotions had placed himself among the objects being observed. Such annotations had given up the objective and calm eyes he had always maintained.So, he calmed down from his fluctuating emotions and reminded himself sternly: There is no need for a person of Dahe nationality to mix his feelings with the history of the Chinese people.What I need is the rationality of civilized people.What I want to record is an objective and calm historical picture.I am neither a crying woman, nor a Chinese who is only dominated by emotions.I should never have made the mistakes that Ouyang Jun had made.The footnote of this photo should read: Hanging on the city wall is the head of the rioter Ouyang Langyun, who was beheaded for public display for assassinating the prefect of Tongjiang.Beheading is the most common and frequently used punishment for prisoners in China.Ouyang Langyun, a Vietnamese expatriate, a physics and chemistry teacher at Yincheng Yuren School, graduated from Waseda University in Tokyo in 1908.Thinking of this, Hideyama Jiro felt that he had gradually calmed down.He took a deep breath, and Yincheng's refreshing and clean autumn was sucked into his calm and confident lungs.Hideyama Jiro put down the blackout cloth and saw his sister when he straightened his body. The confidence in his heart was immediately submerged in his sister's tears.

Next to the stand of the Chase camera, Yoshiko Hideyama in full attire knelt facing the head of a wooden table. Books, and two incense sticks with faint green smoke.Fangzi, who was in tears, kept crying and talking.The crowd of onlookers stood far away.Pedestrians and vehicles kept rushing past Ouyang Langyun's head under the city gate, and everyone turned their heads to look at the beautiful Japanese girl kneeling in the mud in surprise, and at the woman who was placed in the triangle. Machines on racks.Pedestrians coming and going in a hurry heard the Oriental girl seem to be talking or singing a sad song.They couldn't understand what she was singing, and they didn't know that it was singing to the head on the city wall.The boat was ready and the boatmen had been hired, all of which were arranged by Principal Liu's father.Even the luggage for the departure has been packed, and I will soon return to my hometown, Japan.Yoshiko Hideyama came to say goodbye.She dressed herself up meticulously for Ouyang Langyun, and she chanted the grief in her heart to her lover one by one: The strong wind blows to Mount Sanshi, and the red leaves on the mountain are flying all over the sky. Falling into the middle water of Longtian River, the river water is as red as brocade. Good flowers are gone in an instant, I just hate to spend this life empty. What is sad red tears like, continuous drizzle can not clear. The wind and rain urge the flowers to fall, and the flowers fall in front of the court like snow. Falling fragrant flowers return to spring, just like my wandering heart. There are many sorrows and deep hatreds, and this life is gone. I couldn't bear the sadness, and the tears flowed like a river. Poor Lennon's life, must be cut off!If you live like this, it's hard to worry about it! The grave also shakes, and my cry is like the autumn wind. ... The bitterness of loneliness has passed this life, and it is still suffering. I would rather go to the Namba River to die, and I would like to meet you again.