"Quick, retreat, the front is to the mouth of the river, brothers run again, don't be caught up by the Qing army, otherwise they will all die."

An army of about 600 people, led by an officer in his 50s, is fleeing quickly through the mountains.

The muddy road, the blackened gray military uniform, the gloomy and panicked face, and a dozen stretchers in between, all showed that this was a small army that had just lost the battle and was fleeing.

On one of the stretchers was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, with a gloomy face, named Huang Zhongting, the only son of Huang Mingtang, one of the main leaders of the Hekou Uprising in the late Qing Dynasty.

"Damn, I crossed over." At this moment, Huang Zhongting is deeply puzzled in his heart, Huang Zhongting, who advocates science, has just graduated from a key university, and was finally admitted to a history teacher at a university, and is preparing to start his great life of teaching and educating people, and he doesn't want to cross the road and be run over by a big truck, so he waves goodbye to the original world.

But he never expected that when he opened his eyes, it would be 1908.

After just two days, Huang Zhongting has already roughly understood this world.

At this time, it was the end of the Qing Dynasty, and there were only 3 years left before the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

The battle that had just been experienced was an uprising initiated and led by Huang Mingtang, the famous Hekou Uprising, which of course turned out to be a failure.

Huang Zhongting, a 21st-century history teacher, also knows something about this period of failed uprising. His cheap dad Huang Mingtang is retreating from the estuary, but the estuary is also about to be breached.

Later, he led hundreds of people to flee to the border with Vietnam, where they were detained by the French colonial authorities in Vietnam, disbanded, and the first offender was handed over to the Qing court for execution.

That is to say, he and that cheap dad don't have a few days to live. This is tantamount to adding insult to injury to Huang Zhongting, who is already in a bad mood.

"Alas, if you come, you will be safe, and God has given you a rebirth, so you can't waste this opportunity." Huang Zhongting began to think about how to break the situation.

In May, the estuary was already a little hot and humid, and the remnants of the army led by Huang Mingtang had also arrived at the estuary, and the injured Huang Zhongting was only grazed by a stray bullet in his thigh, and the wound had scabbed over and he was able to walk on the ground. However, the commander Huang Mingtang was infected with wind and cold due to the weather and the continuous march, and because of the successive defeats, his mind was exhausted, and his body became weaker and weaker.

At this moment, in the former Hekou County Ya Hall, Huang Mingtang held up his weak body to convene a meeting of only five or six battalion and company-level officers under his command, and Huang Zhongting was also sitting on one side.

"Since the uprising, the defeat is irretrievable, the whereabouts of Commander Wang Heshun and Commander Guan Renfu are still unknown, and we only have more than 600 people left, 300 guns, cough cough, you think the next step should be as planned." Huang Mingtang looked at these officers weakly.

But the few people below all bowed their heads and were silent. They are only battalion and company commanders, and the commanders above them are also dead, fleeing, demoralized, and lacking in fighting spirit, and they themselves are not senior commanders responsible for decision-making, so naturally they do not know where to go.

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Huang Mingtang sighed in a low voice and said slowly: "In this way, the estuary can't be defended, all the seriously wounded will be arranged to recuperate at the homes of farmers in the countryside, and the rest of the people will be scattered and retreat to Vietnam, which is the territory of the French after all, and the Qing army will not dare to cross the border. ”

Huang Mingtang propped up his weak body and said in a deep voice: "Now, I order all battalions and companies to collect weapons and ammunition and hide them on the mountain. The guard company followed our movements, and the rest of the troops were broken into pieces and dispersed into Lao Cai, Vietnam. ”

After giving the order, Huang Mingtang sat on the chair, and after a few officers left, Huang Mingtang looked at Liao Zhongyi, the commander of the guard company sitting on the left, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Zhongyi, you have been with me for five or six years, and I also see your loyalty and ability, and now my body is like this, I hope you can take care of the court in the future." ”

"Commander, don't worry, I watched this child grow up, and I will take care of it. Now the main thing is your body. Liao Zhongyi said very worriedly.

Huang Mingtang bowed his hand and sat down on the chair.

Liao Zhongyi knew that his commander was discouraged due to the failure of the uprising, and he was infected with the cold, so it was useless to say anything, if he didn't think of his son, he was afraid that he would have committed suicide at this moment.

And Huang Zhongting was full of thoughts about how to break the situation, and he didn't listen to the conversation that just happened.

"Don't go to Vietnam Lao Cai, just on the mountain southeast of the estuary, recuperate, and avoid this most tense period, but the most important thing is how to convince your father, after all, he is just a small angry young man now, and he has no right to speak." This is Huang Zhongting's inner thoughts at the moment.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound broke Huang Zhongting, who was pondering, and when he looked up, he saw that his father Huang Mingtang had already fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Liao Zhongyi hurriedly came to Huang Mingtang's side, calling the commander and calling the military doctor.

And Huang Zhongting also hurriedly came to Huang Mingtang's side and shouted loudly for his father.

Although he has no feelings for Huang Mingtang, after all, he is the only relative of Huang Zhongting in this life, and he can be regarded as the number one person in history, and he still respects him in his heart.

After a while, the military doctor came in a hurry, and the on-site inspection was just fainting, but the military doctor said that whether he could wake up or not could only depend on Huang Mingtang himself, and a person with a dead heart still had to rely on himself to wake up.

In the middle of the night, the estuary was pitch black, and it seemed silent and uninhabited, but the Hekou County Ya was brightly lit, and only Huang Zhongting and Liao Zhongyi were left in the main hall of the county Ya, and neither of them showed sleepiness.

The troops of more than 600 people, in addition to the guard company, have also retreated to Lao Cai in Vietnam, and the guard company has only about 160 people left.

At this moment, Huang Zhongting is thinking that this is also an opportunity for himself, a chance to live and change his fate, his cheap father has fallen into a coma, and it is impossible to preside over the overall situation normally, as long as he can control Liao Zhongyi, he has hundreds of people and hundreds of guns in his hands, even if he goes up the mountain to be the king, he can live happily for a while.

But now Huang Zhongting is facing a very real problem, he is only 15 years old, and in the eyes of others, he is just a young man who has not been deeply involved in the world, and the soul of this person before has not been outstanding, it is difficult to be convinced.

But at this moment, Huang Zhongting has no other way.

Huang Zhongting looked up at Liao Zhongyi, who was still in a daze, and remembered that his Uncle Liao was very capable of doing things, but he lacked a sense of overall planning, and he did everything according to orders, and he did not dare to make claims. Thinking of this, Huang Zhongting felt that there was still a great opportunity, and his mood was a little lighter.