From Beijing to Shanghai, from the burning of Zhao's house to the dismissal of the three traitors, Chen Zikun has been a participant from beginning to end, looking at the surging crowd on the street, he can't help but sigh, this month is as long as a year for himself.

According to the elder brother's explanation, Chen Zikun led the students of the Jingwu Sports Association to participate in the parade, and the last time the memorial service for the martyr Guo was different, this parade was of a celebratory nature, everyone was happy, the spirit was flying, the colorful flags were displayed, the voices were full of voices, and thousands of students from Fudan, St. John's, Nanyang College and other schools, as well as business people and factory workers, congested the roads.

The month-long protests finally paid off, with the Beijing government's dismissal of pro-Japanese high-ranking officials, the insistence of diplomatic representatives not to sign contracts, and the vigorous boycott of Japanese goods.

The procession sang and danced, all the way from the French Concession to the Public Concession, suddenly the team stopped advancing, did not move a step for half a day, the students of the Jingwu Sports Association were in the middle position, everyone did not know what was happening in front, and asked the situation in a gossiping manner, Situ Xiaoyan couldn't see the front with his feet stilted, so he asked Chen Zikun: "Fifth Senior Brother, what's wrong in front?" ”

"Patrol." Chan replied that he was tall and could see far away, and there was a row of white men in black uniforms standing at the corner of the street, blocking the front of the procession, and the students looked very weak in front of the tall patrol, only a tall boy was talking about something, and it was too far away to hear clearly, but Chan recognized that the boy was the student who led the slogan on the road the day before.

Situ asked puzzledly, "Why do you want to block the way?" ”

Chen Zikun did not speak, because he did not know why the concession patrol blocked the way of the procession, after all, this was not a demonstration, but a carnival to celebrate victory, and there was no relationship with the concession authorities, could this group of white patrols not be used to seeing the Chinese happy?

"Don't move here, I'll go and have a look." Chen Zikun explained a sentence and squeezed through the crowd to the front, standing at the forefront were the students of St. John's University, this university is a church college, so the students are fluent in English, this time Chen Zikun heard clearly, the tall boy spoke the English Oxford dialect and argued, saying that the march was the right of the people, and the concession authorities had no right to stop Yunyun.

A burly police officer listened to his words with a cold face, and then replied with a stiff word: "No! ”

The boy still wanted to fight for it, but the police officer was impatient, took out the baton and knocked on the head, the boy's forehead immediately flowed blood, staggered and fell to the ground, the police officer did not give up, raised the foot wearing riding boots and kicked, a girl rushed over like crazy, hugged the officer's riding boots, the police officer was furious, blew the siren, a sound of horses' hooves, more than a dozen tall horses appeared on the street, the knights wore steel helmets, held batons, and stared at each other.

The brutal behavior of the patrol angered the marching crowd, the team of people and horses rushed forward desperately, the patrols could not stop it, they were instantly crushed, the hat fell off, the baton also fell, the mournful siren sounded, in the face of the surging crowd, the horse team also panicked, the horses were irritable in the same place, and for a time people shouted and neighed, and the scene became a mess.

All this happened very suddenly, without the slightest warning, a celebratory parade turned into a violent clash in the blink of an eye, Chen Zikun knew that this kind of chaotic scene is most likely to occur stampede casualties, quickly rushed to the injured boy, dragged him to the side of the street, the girl who was holding the officer's riding boots just now also helped him drag with him.

"Thank you." The boy said weakly, blood stained his face red, and there was a hint of heroism in Sven.

"You're welcome." Chen Zikun said, just about to ask his name, suddenly the gunshots rang out, and the crowd that had been bravely moving forward just now suddenly rushed back like a low tide, and the street suddenly became extremely empty, and two European patrolmen stood in the middle of the road, one holding a revolver, and the other holding a horse pistol, as if shooting wild ducks in the suburbs, and slowly fired at the marching crowd.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Bang"

After each shot, one man in the procession fell,

Chen Zikun's eyes were about to split, and he reached out to touch his lower back, but he felt empty, the weather in Shanghai in June was already very hot, and the barge gun was too large to carry normally, so he was defenseless today.

"Don't hit a stone with an egg!" The boy grabbed Chan's arm and stopped his impulsiveness.

The horseshoes struck the pavement with heart-pounding notes, and the streets were littered with discarded hats, shoes, and innocent students who had been shot and fell to the ground.

The police officer who had beaten the boy with a baton just now had emptied the bullets of his British-made Webley revolver, opened the bullet nest and poured out the hot bullet casings, and took out the bullets to reload them one by one, and suddenly he saw Chen Zikun and the two college students hiding on the side of the street, and smiled at them with cruelty and contempt.

This face instantly froze in Chen Zikun's mind, and he secretly swore that he would definitely break this person's body into pieces! But at this moment, he can only compromise and seek perfection, although he is reckless, but he is not stupid, he is tough in front of the patrol with loaded guns, and the only end is to be used as a target.

Another officer also ran out of bullets from his pistol, dashingly slung the gun over his shoulder, and shouted at his colleague, "Hey, Locke, how many monkeys did you hit?" ”

"About six, you know, my marksmanship was practiced when I was hunting in the countryside of Liverpool, and I don't have to say how good I can do it." Locke loaded the revolver and looked back at his target, but the three disappeared from the side of the road, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and continued on his way.

Facing a shop on the street, the Chinese clerk opened a crack in the door, risked his life to pull Chen Zikun and the others in, and then closed the door tightly, and the outside was filled with English shouting, horses' hooves, and the occasional gunshot.

"They actually opened fire, shooting at the unarmed people." The blood on the boy's forehead had coagulated, sticking to a trace of emanation, his eyes were full of grief and incomprehension, and his voice was trembling.

"Murong students, why are they shooting us?" The girl asked with a crying voice, but this time Senior Murong, who knew everything, couldn't answer her, just shook her head in pain.

yes, why are they shooting us? This question also haunts Chan's mind.

Chen Zikun looked out through the crack in the door and saw that there were more patrolmen in black uniforms on the streets, and a large number of soldiers in khaki uniforms were added, carrying rifles with bayonets on their backs, and even setting up machine guns.

A year ago, when he followed the big boss to pass by the South Manchurian Railway, he saw with his own eyes that a road guard of the Manchurian Railway Co., Ltd. used a rifle to kill the sheepherd who herded sheep into the Manchurian Railway area, and the big boss pulled out a gun to collapse the little devil, and then the place was under martial law for a whole month, and the Kwantung Army dispatched a brigade to search for the murderer everywhere, and the scene was much better than today.

But in any case, there is still a difference between the barbaric South Manchurian and the prosperous Shanghai, and it is said that the Europeans in the Greater Shanghai should be more civilized and civilized than the little devils, how can they shoot and kill people without saying a word, is it said that the lives of the Chinese are so worthless?

Many of the marchers who did not run away were arrested by the patrol and escorted to the prisoner car with shackles, among which were several students of the Jingwu Society, Ouyang Kai was also among them, looking at their blue noses and swollen faces but unyielding expressions, they knew that they must not have lost their master.

It was not until the afternoon that the riots gradually subsided, and the Ministry of Industry sent fire trucks to wash the blood stains on the street with a water hose, and all the shoes and hats left behind were picked up by the scavengers.

The clerk opened the back door and let Chen Zikun and them go, and the three of them walked on the road, with a heavy mood and silent, and when they arrived at the separate places, the boy stood still and said to Chen Zikun: "Senior Chen, there will be a period later." ”

Chen Zikun said: "Do you know me? ”

The boy stretched out his right hand: "I am a student of St. John's University, my name is Mu Yichen, her name is Che Qiuling, she is my classmate, we are both graduates of the class of 1919, and it is not surprising that the seniors don't know us." ”

It turned out to be the younger brother and sister of his alma mater, Chen Zikun shook hands with Mu Yichen, nodded at Che Qiuling, and said, "Two, there will be a period later." ”

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Liu Zhensheng was relieved to see Chen Zikun return safely, and gathered all his disciples and said, "It's an eventful autumn, and no one is allowed to go out at night." After speaking, he also glanced at Chen Zikun.

Situ Xiao raised his hand high and said, "Senior brother, Ouyang Kai and a few of them were arrested by the patrol room, so they have to find a way quickly." ”

Liu Zhensheng said: "Don't worry, everyone, I will find Uncle Nong to find a way to rescue them, let's go back and rest." ”

Everyone had to disperse, Chen Zikun returned to his room, changed into a suit and leather shoes, brought some banknotes on his body, secretly climbed over the wall, called a rickshaw, and went straight to the public concession road.

Li Yaoting was working in a pachinko room opened by Belarus on the main road, he was wearing trousers and tight-fitting horse clips, shiny leather shoes, and meticulous combing his hair back. ”

Chen Zikun looked around at the Chinese Westerners in the pachinko room, or leaning over to hit the ball, or leisurely waxing the club, no one noticed him, he asked in a low voice, "Have you heard about today's incident?" ”

Li Yaoting was puzzled: "What's the matter?" Then he patted his head again: "Is it the suppression of students on Shandong Road, this matter has been reported, you see." ”

As he spoke, he brought an English newspaper "Zilinxi Daily" and handed it to Chen Zikun to read.

After reading the ten lines at a glance, Chen Zikun couldn't help but feel angry from his heart.

Li Yaoting asked, "What does it say?" ”

Chen Zikun scolded: "This newspaper is spreading rumors, it says that the barbaric thugs tried to storm the concession and were repelled by the patrol and the merchant group, and called on the Ministry of Industry to award the patrol who fired the gun!" ”