The so-called revolution is the redistribution of interests. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the beginning of the suppression of the shogunate, the aspirants of the emperor wanted to unite all the forces that could be united, and Sozo Soraku was one of them. In order to usher in a new era, he has been fighting at the forefront. But he was not a simple martial artist, and he also suggested to the top brass of the Restorationists that the tax on the territory be reduced in exchange for the response of the people.

At that time, the reformers were anxious to gain a firm foothold, so they adopted his opinion, and he put forward the slogan of "half the annual tribute", which was enthusiastically supported by the people.

But the good times did not last long, and when the new Meiji government was established, they became vested interests, and the previous policy of "half reducing the annual tribute" was tantamount to taking money out of their pockets, and they naturally ordered it to be canceled.

Xiangle was furious when he heard this, and once said: "How can we win the trust of the people if we go back on our word?" Therefore, he ignored the order and continued to post a notice along the way that "the annual tribute will be reduced by half," and ordered the army to strictly observe military discipline and not to plunder the people and violate women.

The Meiji government was frightened of his unobedient and maverick "reckless army", and convicted him of many trumped-up charges, such as "disobeying orders" and "tarnishing the reputation of the imperial court." But none of this can shake the determination of Xiangle Zongsan, and he is still building the prosperous world in his mind at his own pace.

In desperation, the government had no choice but to trick him into the base camp where an ambush had been set up in advance on the pretext of discussing military affairs, and then arrested him. His entourage swordsman, Shiro Ohki, resisted, but was stopped by him and allowed to defend himself at trial.

But after a few days of torture, the trial he expected was not used, and instead he was ordered to be beheaded on trumped-up charges.

Before leaving, he was calm, first bowed in the direction of the palace, and then ordered the executioner with a knife: "Well done!"

The frightened first executioner was so flustered that he didn't kill him with a single sword.

He was seriously injured and shouted angrily, "Get another one!"

The second executioner hurried to help, and only then did he kill him.

When Soraku was killed for no reason, he was not yet 30 years old. Instead of dying at the hands of the enemy, the reckless warriors who sacrificed their lives to overthrow the feudal rule of the shogunate were assassinated by the Meiji bureaucracy.

It was not until more than 60 years later that this unjust case was rehabilitated, and the essence of the Meiji government was completely exposed, and they were no different from the previous shogunate.

The approach of Soraku Sosan was too advanced, but the mind did not keep up.

The mass line in front of him was very good, but in his bones he was loyal to the corrupt feudal rulers, and this ended up being unjustly killed.

If he can completely let go of his old ideas and continue to walk on the people's line, he may be able to establish the new era that Kenshin they want!

Yingluo said: "It is not the state that creates the nation, but the nation that creates the country!"

Xiangle was stunned and a little incomprehensible. He seemed to understand and asked, "Miss Yingluo, what do you mean by this?"

"I mean, people are the foundation of everything, and with the support of the people, even the creation of new countries is not impossible. ”

Xiangle always swallowed and foamed: "Rebellion?"

"It's not a rebellion, it's a revolution!" Yingluo said: "You don't want to destroy anything, but you want to create a new world, don't have scruples, do what you think in your heart, and if you are confused, go and look at people's smiling faces, and you will know what to do." ”

After she finished speaking, she added: "Don't blindly trust anyone, and don't put your hope in others, you are the only one who can save you! No matter where the obstacle comes from, whether it is the shogunate, the Restoration, or even the Westerners, as long as you stand closely with the people, you will not be defeated!"

There was a glint in the eyes of Soraku Sozo, as if there was a flame.

Yingluo patted him on the shoulder, smiled and said, "Come on, I hope that when we meet again, it will be under the new era you have established!"

Looking at the back of the girl's departure, Xiangle clenched his fists, he made up his mind, for the people of the world, for the country, and to be able to meet the girl again, he will never be confused again!

There were about thirty or fifty survivors in the village, and they gathered in the village, and when they saw the three of them coming out, they all turned their heads together.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Xiang Le Zongsan ascended to the top and shouted: "From today onwards, I will establish a red newspaper team to serve the country with a red heart! Now that the world is chaotic and people's hearts are not ancient, I am willing to work hard with everyone to find a way to live, and I may die without a place to be buried, but I have no regrets! Is anyone willing to go with me?"

No one answered, but their eyes expressed the answer.

The Red Newspaper Team was established as usual, but history was gently bumped into by Yingluo and sailed in a new direction.

It wasn't until much later that Yingluo discovered what he was doing today and what it did.

It's not an exaggeration.

But now, she is still doing her own thing, escorting Fukuhara Echigo to Beijing.

The rest of the journey became smoother, and there were no more pursuers.

Ying Luole is quiet, and he is too lazy to think about it. And as the distance from Kyoto gets closer and closer, Fukuhara Echigo's face is getting more and more ugly, and every day is like a dead parent.

"Lord Fukuhara, it's a day to be happy, it's a day to be sad, it's a day, why bother to be sad?" Yingluo joked and said: "We've been coming together for more than a month, although we can't talk about friends, but we are also familiar, what do you want, you can say it, why are you suffering all day long, and even I am in a bad mood." ”

Fukuhara Echigo's expression was full of haggardness, but a month seemed to have passed a few years, her hair was already gray, and the corners of her eyes were drooping.

He sighed and said, "Miss Yingluo, I already know that I am wrong, as long as you can spare me, I would rather go bankrupt to compensate for the victims of the Kyoto fire." ”

"I'm sorry, you can't afford to compensate!" Yingluo smiled and said: "Also, I want you to say what you ask when you die, you look at you, and you always answer that it doesn't matter." Come, let me ask you again, do you want to be decapitated, or do you want to be pierced through the heart?"

I don't want to!

Fukuhara Echigo shouted in her heart, but soon it was like a deflated ball.

He regretted it, really regretted it.

The order that was given just by moving his mouth would have put his life on the line, and he would not have made such a decision if he had known this.

He cried, an old man of fifty or sixty, whining and crying, like a helpless child.

Yingluo smiled very happily, and what Fukuhara Echigo thought in her heart, she knew it at a glance.

Since you all know that you regret it, why don't you just show mercy?

No, Yingluo shook his head.

He didn't regret it.

He's just scared!

Fear, helplessness, helplessness, resentment.

The people who died in the Great Fire in Kyoto must have felt the same way before they died, right?

Enjoy, Fukuhara-sama Echigo!

You deserve it!

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The Choshu Domain has been in a hurry recently, and a squad of the Odd Soldiers was killed from top to bottom, which should have been done by the people who kidnapped Fukuhara Echigo. But they were in no mood to deal with this matter at the moment, and in their territory, a "red newspaper team" suddenly appeared, although they were all inferior people, but they were disciplined and came and went like the wind.

When they first started out, they helped the villagers clean up the bandits and get paid, and they seemed to be a militia team, and no one cared, and this kind of civilian armed group was not uncommon in this troubled world. But no one expected that in just one month, they would grow from dozens of people to hundreds. This is not something that the average team can do.

If this is the case, it is okay, but another high-ranking feudal priest robbed the people's daughter, and killed the woman's old father by mistake in the chaos, although this thing is rotten, but it is also common, even if it makes trouble, it is just a matter of losing some money.

But this incident was like a hornet's nest, the Red Newspaper Team No. 100 actually rushed directly into the home of the feudal priest, tied him up and took him to the grave of the deceased, and started a trial in front of countless villagers.

When the head of the feudal priest was raised high by the executioners, the villagers all applauded loudly, even beat gongs and drums in celebration, and many of them wept with joy.

When the officers and soldiers of the Choshu Domain arrived, they wanted to step forward, but the villagers rushed up, and there was a lot of chaos. When they dispersed the villagers, there were still figures from the Red Newspaper Team.

When the Maori clan heard the news, they were furious: "Bastards, they are all a gang of people, this is a rebellion! I will kill them all, cut off their heads and hang them on the city wall, and see who dares to shield the Red Newspaper team!"

It was just angry talk, and he didn't have the courage to give such an order. You know, it's not one or two villages, but dozens of miles, more than a dozen villages, how to kill, how many to kill, who will kill?

It's all a problem!

What's more, he still has to rely on these people to feed, and if he kills them all, where will his food and drink come from?

"Pass the order, the Red Newspaper Team will be classified as bandits, and once discovered, they will be exterminated immediately!"

The order was given, but the Red Newspaper team disappeared.

Soraku Sozo firmly remembered what Yingluo said, the people are water, and they are fish.

The Red Newspaper Team quietly blended into one village after another, like ordinary peasants, secretly propagating their own ideas and accumulating strength. But as soon as the command is issued, it will reappear.

It may be a merchant, a carpenter, a bricklayer, or a woodcutter, but you would never have imagined that the guy next door who looked sloppy and couldn't speak clearly was actually a member of the Red Newspaper team!

In the month since the order was issued, the Red Newspaper Team has not only not been exterminated, but has grown stronger and stronger!

The people are not stupid and know who is really good for them!

Many people were at home, and even offered immortal tablets to the Red Newspaper team.

With his handsome appearance, Xiangle Zongsan is even more sought after by everyone.

The Choshu Domain was mired in the sea of the People's War, but it was the weaker one, and it completely became the laughing stock of the other domains, and the morale of the soldiers plummeted.

Katsura Kogoro, who was hidden in the farmer's house, looked at the letter and frowned.

Although there are many unsatisfactory things in Fannai, it is still necessary to exist!

Thinking of this, he clapped his hands and said to the door: "I'm going to trouble you this time, help me kill someone!"

A tall man walked in, with an unruly smile on his face, he held the knife, and said eagerly, "Finally waiting for my first mission." So who's the target? Is it a high-ranking official or an important minister?"

Katsura shook his head: "No, it's a woman." ”

"Woman?" the man said unhappily: "I have to work hard to kill a woman, why don't you just find a few gangsters!"

"This woman is not simple. Katsura shook his head and said, "She is the sister of your seniors." ”

"My seniors?"

"Well, it's called the executioner's sword. ”

"Ah, I've heard of that name, and I really want to fight him!" the man laughed a few times and asked, "Then why did you kill this woman?"

"Because she's in my way. Gui Xiaogoro said calmly: "Don't underestimate the enemy, this woman's swordsmanship must be above drawing the sword." ”

"Oh, is it?" the man rubbed his chin with interest, "That's going to be seen!"

"How sure are you?"

"How many percent?" the man grinned: "My Zhixiong is real, there is no one who can't be killed!"