The wind is whimpering, no one answered Chen Zikun, Jiangdong Province is a poor and remote country, even the college students in the provincial capital have not seen much of the world, although they also took action during the May Fourth and May Day, but it was limited to boycotting foreign goods and supporting the students in Beijing and Shanghai, and this was the first time that a real large-scale action was taken.

Suddenly, a young man in a navy blue student uniform shouted: "Why did the ruling government shoot and kill students, but you are indifferent!" You are clearly in the same league as them, even if you were once revolutionary, now you have degenerated into a warlord, classmates, resolutely defeat him! ”

There were bits and pieces of response below, but nowhere near as loud as they had just been.

Chen Zikun smiled: "This classmate, how do you know that I am indifferent?" How do you know I'm fallen? Since you are here at the Office of the Superintendent today, I will naturally give you a satisfactory answer, but before I do that, I would like to tell you a story."

The Tibetan youth student pretended: "We don't listen to your bad stories, you have to give an explanation now!" ”

This time, no one responded to him, and the Tibetan students pretended to be weak and shrank back under Chen Zikun's gaze.

Chen Zikun said in a slow tone: "At the beginning of the eighth year of the Republic of China, I came to Beijing alone without anything long, and met a girl at the train station, until today, I still remember her dress, Yin Dan Shilin cotton robe, white scarf......

In the drizzle, the students quietly listened to Chen Zikun tell the story of his first love, at the age of about 20, enthusiastic and romantic, supervising the sad memories, it seems to take them through the hutongs of Beijing, the alleys of Shanghai, the joys and sorrows are always related, and the first love with regrets is the perfect first love.

When the story came to an end, Chen Zikun pointed to a female student below who was also wearing a Yin Dan Shilin skirt and said, "Please come over for a while." ”

The schoolgirl was a little surprised and pointed to her nose: "Me? ”

Chan smiled and nodded.

"Don't go." The Tibetan youth student pretended to lower his voice and persuaded him.

The female student stepped forward without hesitation and stood in front of the great warlord Chen Zikun.

Chen Zikun took out a letter from his arms, and the female student noticed that when he held the letter, her eyes were so gentle.

"This is the last letter Miss Lin wrote to me, please read it to everyone." Chan handed the letter to the female student.

The female student did not hesitate, took the letter, cleared her throat and began to read aloud: "Uncle, how are you doing lately......

Under the rustling of rain, the usual language, the deepest emotions, and the children's feelings of the big country infected everyone on the scene, and they realized that the warlord in front of them, with a Prussian-style mustache and a straight military uniform, was actually not only a revolutionary pioneer, but also a chivalrous real man and a great husband.

Reading the back, the female students couldn't cry anymore, and the female college students below who were full of feelings also clutched their handkerchiefs tightly, letting the tears flow in the spring rain, even those boys who flaunted iron blood, all of them had red circles.

Behind the gate of the office, Yao Yilei, who was holding a baby in her arms, quietly wiped the corners of her eyes.

After reading the letter, the female student handed the paper, which was wet with rain and tears, back to Chan.

Chen Zikun smiled gently and said to everyone: "My first love is a party to the 318 tragedy, and I don't think I need to explain my attitude and position towards 318." ”

The Tibetan youth student wanted to say something, but was pulled by a man and shook his head solemnly at him.

A male voice suddenly shouted: "Down with the warlords, down with the powers!" Long live Supervisor Chen! Avenge the martyrs of March 18! ”

There was a deafening cry, but the spearhead was no longer aimed at Chen Zikun, and the warlord they had defeated twenty minutes ago had now become a hero to support.

……

After the parade ended victoriously, in the library office of Jiangdong University, the Tibetan students were pacing back and forth in costumes, in a very bad mood, he suddenly stopped and said: "Secretary Zheng, why are you preventing me from exposing Chen Zikun's ugly face, it's just to keep an outer room in Beijing, and it's disgusting to be so sensational by him!" ”

Zheng Zeru said: "Wheat, the tactics of struggle can be changed at any time, as far as I know, Chen Zikun, a reactionary warlord, has a clear conscience, and he can still fight for it, after all, our strength is still very weak, and we must strive for all the forces of progress." ”

Wheat said: "The struggle against imperialism and anti-warlords that was finally launched has failed like this, I am really unwilling, do you know, those female students, who originally hated Chen Zikun to the core, now all want to be his aunt's wife!" ”

Saying that, he stomped his foot in hatred and vented his hatred.

Zheng Zeru said with a smile: "Wheat, our action was successful, not only woke up the masses, but also figured out Chen Zikun's hole cards, as long as he supports the revolution, even if he introduces a few female classmates to him, it is not impossible." ”

Mai was stunned: "Secretary Zheng, you don't take it seriously, right?" ”

Zheng Zeru smiled: "I'm kidding you, by the way, how is your uncle doing?" ”

"Alas, don't mention it, although my uncle is the chief of police, the power was divided by Zhang Pengcheng, and he was very depressed every day and often got angry."

Zheng Zeru said: "This situation can be taken advantage of, if Chen Zikun betrays the revolution, we will help your uncle overthrow him!" Of course, if your uncle supports the revolution. ”

The next day, the Jiangdong newspaper published a telegram from Chen Zikun, angrily denouncing the massacre of students by the ruling government, supporting the patriotic student movement, and favoring the abolition of unequal treaties.

Chen Zikun's rule in Jiangdong Province was not very stable, and the remnants of the former overseer Sun Kaiqin and the forces of the police chief Mai Zilong were waiting to see his jokes.

But it is not good to send electricity alone, this hand is overused by all kinds of handsome, find a few pens and pens to write articles, hexagonal Xiaoyang one word, send the telegraph room to the whole country, it seems that the patriotic obligation has been fulfilled, it was possible before, this time it really can't.

Supervising the Office, Chen Zikun sat in the signing room, his eyes closed and pondered, thinking about what to do next, he really hated Duan Qirui and the National Army entrenched in Beijing, the students' patriotic sentiments are positive, just guide them, why bother shooting, so many outstanding men and women in their prime died in the hands of their own national army in vain, it is really suffocating and angry to think about it.

But revenge can't find a way, Duan Qirui is in power with a bare pole, out of this matter, maybe he will step down soon, kill Chen Zikun and don't believe that he will order the guards to shoot, Duan Hefei cherishes feathers all his life, can't do such things, besides, the ruling government guards are all Lu Zhonglin's soldiers, Duan Qirui doesn't talk about it.

Feng Yuxiang went abroad to investigate, the national army was divided, Zhang Zhijiang, Lu Zhonglin, Yue Weijun, Sun Yue and others fought their own wars, although they were the same as other warlords in their bones, but against the great righteousness of a nation, and dared to move with foreigners, now students everywhere support them, and it is not appropriate to start a war against the national army.

To start a war with the Zhilu coalition army or Sun Chuanfang, it is something that can only be done after the brain has been kicked by a donkey, and there is no suitable way to think about it, Chen Zikun feels that his brain hurts.

A pair of gentle hands pinched both of his temples and helped him massage gently, the familiar fragrance wafted into his nose, and he knew that it was Yao Yilei who came.

"If Miss Lin doesn't die, I'll take her in when I go back to Beijing next time." Yao Yilei said quietly.

Chen Zikun was stunned for a moment, and then became sad: "Lei Lei, you are so good, but I'm afraid that there will be more than one luck." ”

Yao Yilei pouted and said: "It's not my good, you have let people read love letters in public, is it useful for me to stop it again, it is better to be a favor, and fulfill you, the province has nothing to do Wang Beijing run, which makes people worry." ”

Chen Zikun grabbed Yao Yilei's hand: "Thank you, you and Jianbing are both the most virtuous women in the world." ”

Yao Yilei said: "There is only one number one in the world, how can you pay me and Jianbing?" ”

"Okay, you're number one in the world." Chen Zikun said that he knew that his wife had passed this level.

Yao Yilei said: "I don't blame you anymore, why are you still pulling a face?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "May Fourth is after May Fourth, after May 33 is March 18, the people are more and more awakened, I have a hunch that Beiyang is about to die, as the head of Jiangdong Province, I can't stop supporting the people in words, I have to put it into action, but where do I use soldiers?" There is no place to start. ”

Yao Yilei chuckled: "You are a person, sometimes smart, sometimes quite stupid, who said that you must fight with soldiers?" ”

Chen Zikun was able to understand it at one point, and said with a smile: "Lei Lei, you still have a way." ”

……

One day in late March, the people of the provincial capital were surprised to find that the streets were full of police and gendarmes, and cars and horse-drawn carriages were forbidden to go on the streets.

"In the former Qing Dynasty, the beheading showed the public on this pomp, first clean the street, and then get out of the prisoner car, I don't know who lost his head today."

"No, maybe it's a handsome trip."

"Impossible, Dashuai has always been light and simple, and he doesn't make this pomp."

Jiangdong University is located next to the busiest road in the provincial capital, and the students gathered around the window to watch, and there was also a lot of discussion, and I don't know why.

The singing came from afar, and the students lying at the window shouted, "It's the army!" ”

A neatly arranged army came from a distance with neat steps, all khaki uniforms, cowhide belts were very tight, bayonets on their backs were shining, young faces were full of perseverance and anger, and a red flag was embroidered with the words "Jiangbei Army Crash School" on it.

This is the student army under the command of Chen Zikun, the reserve force of the Jiangbei Army, originally the accelerated school was only set up on an emergency basis, training technical sergeants who can operate machine guns and mountain artillery, the semester is only one month to three months, and now it has evolved into a regular army academy, with a two-year school period, with staff officers, infantry and artillery engineers and other majors, recruiting literate teenagers, with an average age of 17 years old, and they are Chen Zikun's carefully cultivated soldiers, descendant troops.

The deafening sound of footsteps made everyone look sideways, but what excited them was the songs sung by the cadets.

"Down with the powers, down with the powers, out with the warlords, out with the warlords......"

The college students looked at each other, what kind of song is this singing? Is this still a warlord's army, this is simply a revolutionary army!

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