Disclaimer: This is a rhapsody that takes place in a parallel space, and it is pure fiction ()!

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"One."

In front of the Wuhan Red House Memorial Hall, the tall Yang Qiu stood out among the people queuing up to buy tickets with a backpack on his back, and several big girls in the tour group next to him kept moving towards him.

After some crowding, he finally stepped into the Xinhai Revolution Memorial Hall.

Old photographs and yellowed materials passed by and engraved into my mind, silently recounting the courage and pioneering spirit of the revolutionary pioneers in those vicissitudes of life.

It is undeniable that their idea of transplanting power from overseas was too simple, and because of the lack of long-term experience in power and the strength at the time, the fruits of the revolution were gradually stolen by the warlords. From the Baolu Movement to the first shot in Wuchang, the Manchu Dynasty was overthrown and the country was brought into the quagmire.

It was a fascinating era, an era of change that had not been seen in the land of China for 3,000 years, with so many strange things that people in the new society could never understand what was going on under that turbulent tide.

Shaking his head and abandoning these distracting thoughts, Yang Qiu was suddenly attracted by the two old guns in the window in the distance.

"Browning M1911!"

As a retired soldier, Yang Qiu's love for guns cannot be described in words, so he immediately carefully commented on the essence of the war of that era, and the old gun also seemed to have life, narrating the wars he had experienced in his ear.

"Lad, like?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from the side, Yang Qiu turned his head to look, a middle-aged man with a black top hat came to his side at some point, the exaggerated and retro hat made his whole person a little funny.

"Hmm." Yang Qiu nodded unabashedly, as long as he was a military fan, it was estimated that no one would make a second answer.

"Young man, are you here alone?"

"Yes, coming with a group is called tourism, and coming alone is to worship."

"Worship! Okay, what a worship, but unfortunately not many people are willing to come now. The man laughed, and suddenly with a wave of his hands, Yang Qiu felt that the world in front of him suddenly spun, and then he lost all consciousness.

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"Wake up, wake up ()!"

Under the scorching sun, more than a dozen large carriages were lined up on the official road from Hubei to Guang'an, and the carriages were tightly wrapped in oilcloth, and most of them were long strip-shaped boxes that could only be seen from the appearance.

There were no markings on the carriage, and most of the people escorting the carriage next to them were wearing single shirts, more like executioners in the dart game, but this group of "dart masters" all carried spears on their backs, with big braids around their necks, and their bodies were solid and their eyes were shining, and they looked quite elite.

In the center of the convoy, more than a dozen "dart masters" gathered in a pile, some fanning and some bringing clean water, caring for the young people in the center of the circle who were also dressed. Even if it is such an accident, these "dart masters" are not chaotic at all, saving people and saving people, and the care of care, at first glance, they are trained for a long time.

Yang Qiu only felt that there seemed to be someone shouting in his ears, but the dialect sounded vague, and he thought that when he arrived at Nahe Bridge, he tried to open his eyelids only to find that there was a group of big men with spears in front of him, and what was even more strange was that this group of people were actually wearing whips!

This scene surprised him greatly, could it be that there was a crew filming in the Xinhai Revolution Hall of the Red Mansion in Wuhan?

"Huzi, you are also a little weaker, you can't stand this little sun, I really don't know how you got into our new army."

"Silence!"

A bearded man just started to be nonsense, but a strong man next to him stopped him, looked around nervously, and only after finding that there were no outsiders did he say, "Don't talk nonsense, help up." ”

The big men helped Yang Qiu up, and after pouring two mouthfuls of water, he finally felt some strength, looked at the mountains all around, and asked gratefully: "Thank you, big brothers, what are you filming again?" Where is this? ”

"Filming."

Yang Qiu's question made the big men around him confused, you stared at me, I looked at you, they were all dumbfounded, and the strong man who seemed to be leading the team asked nervously: "Huzi, what's wrong with you?" But you kowtowed when you fell just now? ”

"Come on, come on, help me go over and rest, we're not in a hurry now ()."

Yang Qiu was a little bored, where was this, but at this time, he only felt that his mouth was dry, and he was anxious and speechless, so he had to point to the water bowl in the hand of the young man with a baby face next to him.

"Brother Yang, drink slowly." The baby-faced guy hurriedly handed over the water bowl, Yang Qiu took it and was just about to drink water, when he suddenly found that there was a strange face in the clear water, looking about twenty-one or twelve years old, he looked heroic, but he was wearing the same military uniform, and he also had a big shiny braid around his neck!

"What's going on, who am I?"

In his mind, a pain that he had never felt before suddenly hit, Yang Qiu felt as if a big firecracker had been ignited in his head, and he couldn't wait to jump under the cliff not far away immediately.

"Huzi, Huzi!"

Just when Yang Qiu felt that his eyes were dark, and countless strange and strange information were coming, there were also nervous shouts in his ears, and then he lost consciousness again.

The mountain road is long, and the night breeze is blowing.

Yang Qiu and the baby-faced soldier sat by the fire together, their expressions frozen.

Crossed over!

This is really evil!

He only remembered that he went to Wuhan on a business trip, visited the Red Mansion Xinhai Revolution Museum on a whim, and saw a middle-aged man, and he asked why he came alone.

I said that if you come with a group, it is a tour, and if you come alone, it is a worship ()! The middle-aged man was very happy, saying that Yang Qiu was one of the few young people in the materialistic era who could still spontaneously come to worship the martyrs, and then forgot everything.

When I woke up again, I was in the middle of Shu Dao.

Yang Qiu is still Yang Qiu, but his identity has become a soldier in the Eighth Town Baggage Battalion of the Hubei New Army, a typical leaning over, but the question is what is the use of coming to this era?

Can you play the Republic of China if you know a little bit about modern military? Not kidding!

"Huzi, eat something."

At noon, the bearded man came over and interrupted Yang Qiu's thoughts, handed him and the baby face two black steamed buns that were hot and black, and then grinned to the side, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, everyone has changed when you fall, do you miss your daughter-in-law." ”

The bearded man's name is Ma Kui, who is Yang Qiu's comrade-in-arms in life, the black-faced strong man is everyone's head, and Xiao Anguo is in charge of the baggage battalion, and the baby-faced man next to him is called Bingwen, who is only 17 years old, and joined the army in the same year as Yang Qiu, and the two are the best friends in the army. But what is strange is that the bearded Ma Kui, a native of Hebei, actually came to Hubei to serve as a soldier, and joined the Hubei New Army, which has a relatively high level of knowledge compared to China.

"Thank you, Brother Ma."

"Thank you, you also didn't rest a few days ago when you were seriously ill, and you ran for three days and three nights with us old men, and you were tired." After a few jokes about meat and vegetarian things, Ma Kui comforted: "Sleep well, it's okay." I don't have anything else to do with Ma Kui, but I have the strength, so it's a big deal that I will carry you to Chengdu. ”

"Chengdu? Are we going to Chengdu? ”

"Brother Yang, you are." The baby-faced Bingwen's hand trembled, and he looked at Yang Qiu in surprise, and the latter hurriedly added a headache and pointed at his head: "I knocked my head when I fell to the ground just now, and it hurt so badly that I can't remember something for a while." ”

"Then I'll tell you."

Bingwen and Yang Qiu enlisted in the army in the same year, because they were young and usually thanks to Yang Qiu's care, they were even more nervous when they heard it, and they always felt that something was wrong (). But Ma Kui has a straightforward temperament, and he is not as careful as Bingwen, so he has no doubts, after all, he is too familiar with Yang Qiu in front of him, and patiently explained.

In the nagging of the bearded Ma Kui, Yang Qiu only felt that the mountain wind around him was getting colder and colder, and it turned out that he had really guessed something, and the vigorous Sichuan Road Protection Movement began!

Two months ago, after the Qing government ordered to nationalize the Hanchuan Railway, large-scale protests broke out in Sichuan, and the revolutionary party fueled the flames of this flame has become a prairie fire, and the railway shareholders' meeting ten days ago was even more clamoring for armed confrontation, and the new Sichuan governor Zhao Erfeng urgently asked the imperial court for help, and after learning the news, the imperial court immediately ordered the Hubei New Army to escort 1,000 Hanyang into Sichuan.

Counting on the fingers, there is still nearly a month before the Baolu Movement evolves into an armed conflict, and more than two months before the Xinhai Wuchang Uprising, but who can know the situation at this moment better than Yang Qiu, who just visited the Xinhai Revolution Memorial Hall in his previous life, a Baolu Movement is in full swing, Sichuan is about to mess up, and the Wuchang Uprising is also close at hand!

Now escorting guns and ammunition into Sichuan, wouldn't he become Zhao Erfeng's accomplice and a lackey of the Qing court? ! Of course Yang Qiu didn't want to go, he wasn't afraid to be a lackey for a while, but what he was afraid of was that now that the chaos in Sichuan had become a success, there were only two platoons of escort teams in the baggage battalion, and there must be many crises along the way.

Yang Qiu is not afraid of fighting, but after touching the gun, there is still an inexplicable familiarity and excitement in his heart, because he also served as a soldier in his previous life, or the kind of front-line reconnaissance force of border defense, stationed in the dangerous Karakoram Mountains, caught drug lords in the rainforest of Myanmar, and fought on the Sino-Arab border, and later had to be demobilized after being injured in the leg in the operation to eliminate separatists.

But the problem is, in these years, there are neither Kevlar body armor, nor advanced communication equipment, not even helmets, only single clothes on the whole body in summer, and the ranks of the 50s that can barely be regarded as militia are lined up with militia groups, at least thousands of guns, and there are Tibetan Tusi and other support in Chengdu mud pits, what is the difference between looking for death?

Yang Qiu is very angry, if no one is sure to jump up and scold ()! If you Zhao Erfeng can't handle Sichuan, forget it, and if you want to fight for merit and let the Hubei New Army go out! But why would Lao Tzu, a crossing party who hadn't even figured out the years and days of the Western calendar, take a large bag of "explosives" to this dung pit?

And the black-faced Xiao Anguo is also confused, you directly pull out a full battalion, the Makqin machine gun opens the way, and the mountain artillery escorts left and right, isn't it simple, but what kind of micro-service escort is there, this is called military material escort? It's almost the same as the underground party.

Speaking of the current situation in Sichuan, Ma Kui is also full of nervousness, don't look at this bearded man talking excitedly, but Yang Qiu, who has been a scout and is as careful as a hair, can easily see that this guy always unconsciously shrinks his thumb every time he talks about the revolutionary party and the militia over there.

No wonder the Hubei New Army finally defected to the Cheng People's Party, even the Rui side was slaughtered by soldiers, surrounded by thousands of guns and tens of thousands of people's parties and militias.

Mutiny, immediately mutiny, join the revolutionary party! Wait, the People's Party doesn't seem to have a future!

It's going to be fatal!

The night just rose, Yang Qiu hesitated left and right, if the escort was fine, what if something happened? A thousand Mauser bullets, that is, a bundle of fuses that ignited the powder keg in Sichuan, if the Kuomintang knew about it, I am afraid that it would be surrounded by thousands of people tomorrow morning.

"Well, that's all."

The bearded Ma Kui stood up and patted Yang Qiu and Bingwen on the shoulder: "One of the two of you came back from the Shanghai Concession Foreign Academy, and the other is a new student, and they are still babies who don't know what is going on outside, so don't blame the old horse for being verbose, don't be reckless on this way, don't think that we have a few guns, if this really enters Sichuan, it will not be enough for others to chew the grain!" ”

"By the way, change your clothes before leaving tomorrow morning, and don't let others see that we are a new army, otherwise we will be finished." The bearded man patted his ass and walked away, looking at the thin back under the reflection of the firelight, Yang Qiu and Bingwen glanced at each other, and there was a shock in their hearts for no reason, and from these last words, it can be heard that Ma Kui and these new army soldiers actually know very well what is going to happen in their hearts ().

Bingwen also lost interest in talking after handing the kettle to Yang Qiu, and leaned against the stone wall with his Mauser in his arms, Yang Qiu was holding the scorched black steamed bun and it was difficult to swallow, tomorrow.

"Is it the birth of a group of anti-Qing heroes, or a Manchu cannon fodder corpse on the streets of Chengdu?!" Under the chaotic thoughts, Yang Qiu slowly leaned back, and suddenly he felt as if his ass had been squeezed by something hard, and he grabbed it with his right hand.

Momentarily froze.

It was a yellowed marching bag, certainly not the kind that was carried on the shoulders of later generations, but more like a cloth schoolbag with a red five-pointed star on one shoulder diagonally in the fifties and sixties, and every soldier in the new army was given one, which could be used to carry personal belongings when marching.

According to Lao Yang Qiu's memory, there were only a few changes of clothes in the bag when he set off, but now there are not only two more Colt M1911A1 and a few magazines in it, but also something like a PDA handheld computer.

What's going on?

Seeing that everyone was asleep, Yang Qiu immediately quietly turned on the PDA, and a line of small words appeared after a flicker on the screen. "Hope this works for you, lad." This sentence reminded him of the middle-aged man with the funny hat, and he immediately looked at it carefully.

The handwriting was followed by a series of instructions, followed by one miniature drawing after another, ranging from ordinary revolvers to battleships and aircraft carriers.

But this high-end gadget, which claims to be usable in the sun and can resist bullets at close range, not only did not make Yang Qiu happy, but made him furious!

Why don't you give me the equipment and manpower to build them!