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The riots that broke out at the beginning of the uprising were the most peculiar. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info good, evil, beauty, ugliness, and so on explode at the same time. Is this foreseeable? Are some of them ready to deal with it? Yes. Are some of them just too much to deal with yet? Yes.

Where did it happen? Where did it happen? In one place the uprising was conspiratorial and in another it was improvised.

The first man with courage and courage can grasp the common trend of the masses and lead them with him. At first, there was a lot of horror in the hearts of the people, and at the same time there was a terrifying sense of pride. Initially, there was a lot of noise, shops were closed, and the goods on display were robbed; Then, the sound of scattered gunshots, pedestrians running, and the butts of their guns pounding against the gates, some maids could be heard laughing in the courtyard behind the gate of the villa, saying, "This is enough to make those old men look good." ”

In less than a quarter of an hour, these things happened almost simultaneously in fifty different places across the country of Qi:

About 20 young men with beards and bald heads in Jianye District, Shazhou City, walked into a teahouse, and then came out again, holding a horizontal five-color flag with a black veil on it, and their three leaders were all armed with weapons, one with a large knife, one with a powder gun, and one with a spear.

On the Wanguo Street in Shencheng, there was a very neatly dressed old man, with a shy stomach, a loud voice, a bald head and a high forehead, and a black beard that was hard to the left and right, openly distributing guns and bullets to passers-by.

In the city of Geyang, some bare-armed people walked down the street holding a black flag, and the black flag had these white words written on it: "Republic or death in battle!"

Weapons warehouses at several police stations were looted, and in a matter of minutes the thousands of hands of the crowd seized 830 rifles and 13 pistols. In order to arm more people, one man carries a rifle and one person carries a bayonet.

Some underground weapon points began to work overtime to make bullets. One of the women recounted: "I didn't know what a bullet was, but my husband told me about it. ”

The bodies of the insurrectionists who had been killed were everywhere.

Peasants, workers, university students, and businessmen shouted: "Arm up!" They smashed street lamps, cut down poles, dug up stones for paving, pried down the doors of houses, uprooted trees, piled up stones, and built barricades out of stones, furniture, planks, etc.

The lone policeman on the street and the Qi soldiers who had returned to the Yamen Office were disarmed. The officers' epaulettes were ripped off. On Weiguo Street in Shencheng, a Kuomintang officer was chased by a group of men with sticks and swords, and finally hid in a house, and only changed his clothes until night.

Several unfinished barricades were breached by the Qi army, and the panicked masses could only abandon the bodies of their sacrificial comrades and quickly withdraw.

Everything we have slowly narrated here was the clamor of the cities at every point at the same time, like a thunderclap of countless lightning bolts.

In some places of rioting, there is no order, and they beat blindly, commanded, and charged blindly. Where there are professional soldiers or amateurs who are very interested in military affairs to direct or command, the insurrection is carried out according to the most sophisticated army tactics. The narrow, uneven, crooked, convex, and turning streets, especially the slums, were chosen with a chaotic network of streets like a forest. It is said that the commander of the uprising in Mingkun City was a lieutenant colonel, and the rebel team also included a regiment of regular troops under the command of the lieutenant colonel.

What really commanded the insurrection was an indescribable impatience in the air.

In each case, the struggles were carried out on a large scale, with disarmament, house searches, and active looting of weapons stores, with the result that the battles that began with stones turned into firearms exchanges.

Around six o'clock in the evening, the commercial and trade avenue of Jingnan City became a battlefield. The rioters are on one side, the army on the other. Everyone shot from one iron gate to another. An observer, a sleepwalker, a writer, had gone to watch the battle closely, and was caught in the aisle by the fire from both ends. In order to avoid the bullets, he had to stay next to the semi-circular pillar between the shops, and he spent almost half an hour in this dangerous situation.

At this time, the assembly drum was beaten, the National Guard hurriedly put on their uniforms, took up arms, the gendarmes walked out of the district office, and the wing walked out of the barracks. On Ronglu Street, a drummer was besieged by a dozen youths, who stabbed his drum and took away his knife. On the street of the Temple of Wealth, there were three officers, one after the other, who fell to the ground and died. Several National Guards were wounded on Lombardy Street and retreated.

In front of the yamen of the Kangzhou City Government, a detachment of the National Guard Army found a red flag with the following words on it: "Republic GE Life, No. 197." "Is this really a revolution?

The Minister of War at that time, Marshal Su Weiwu, who had participated in the war with the cotton country, watched all this with a gloomy expression.

This old soldier has always been accustomed only to making correct war arrangements, and the source of their strength and the guidance of their actions are limited to combat strategy, and in the face of this vast ocean of so-called public indignation of the people, they have reached the level of hesitation and anxiety. GE's life is unpredictable.

Su Weiwu knew in his heart that once it was mishandled, then this riot would ring the death knell of the Great Qi Dynasty.

The area around the imperial palace of Geyang City, the capital of Qi State, is deserted. King Jin Zhenren was calm, but he frowned and thought for a long time before stretching out his hand to a chess. He stared at the chessboard, as if looking at a rare treasure.

Suddenly, there was a glint in his eyes, and after a moment he denied himself again, assumed the form of a thinker, and only raised his chess when he was reconfirmed.

The scene is lively because of this one action:

"Hey, Your Majesty, you have to be cautious when you take this step!"

"Your Majesty, take this step quickly, don't listen to him!"

"Stop arguing!" As Jin Zhenren's opponent, Zhu Ji, who is the prime minister of Qi State, got angry, "Watching chess is silent, a true gentleman, raising his hand and not regretting his husband, what are you doing!" In fact, Lao Zhu is anger is the whole country is about to become a pot of porridge, and the emperor actually has the leisure to play chess with himself here.

Jin Zhenren and Zhu Ji were both monarchs and ministers of Xiao Gui Cao, who followed the rules and regulations of the previous generation of kings, and ruled by inaction. But neither of them forgot to make money, the emperor could abdicate at the age of sixty-five at most, and the prime minister could only retire at the age of sixty. Daqi is really dead, and I took the money to Qin to become a rich man, Jin Zhenren thought to himself. Zhu Ji thought a little differently, although he didn't want to do much, but he couldn't let the Qi State die in my hands.

When the other ministers saw that Zhu Rongji's face was about to turn into a "bitter melon," the audience immediately fell silent, and besides, no one wanted to be a "hypocrite." “

Whew—" A gust of wind blew, and even the sound of the grass stretching could be heard.

Kim Jin-in's hand has been in the air for a long time, and although it has become a tarmac for many flies, it has never been put down.

Suddenly, the satellite phone rang next to me, and one of the guards answered.

I heard the guard whisper: "Your Majesty and the Prime Minister are playing chess." ”

"Yes, I see, I see. ”

Jin Zhenren held a "cannon" in his right hand like white jade, and the ministers looked for it, "General!" The audience was shocked, "Good! Good chess!" Jin Zhenren's eyes were bright, and he raised his eyebrows at everyone, and he was very proud.

The guard who answered the phone whispered into Jin Zhenren's ear and said, "Your Majesty, the Minister of War Marshal Su Weiwu called to say that there are mobs in the thirty-six states of the country. ”

When Jin Zhenren heard this, he was taken aback, there was no trace of smugness on his face, and his hands kept shaking, I don't know if he drank too much wine on weekdays, or if he was really frightened.

In the largest slum in Shencheng City, Ling Hu Wentian only felt that his heart was beating like a drum. When it was time to riot, he commanded the brothers to take to the streets, lined up, and then turned to the brothers, raised his right hand and made a starting gesture, and the majestic "Song of Struggle" sounded, and the procession marched towards the district police station amid the singing. This song was composed by Ren Zhixing, and after teaching everyone to sing it several times, it was finally a little neat:

often victorious, Mu Rongguang;

Fu people's hope, happy heart;

Yang Shenwei, Zhang Tianwang;

Annihilate the enemy and sweep it away in one go.

Break the conspiracy, destroy the traitorous party,

Let us look up,

Choose the pillars, pour the treasure bag,

Let the hearts of the people turn together and sing with one heart!

Ren Zhixing and Linghu Wentian took the lead side by side, and the more than 300 brothers sang passionately and enthusiastically. I don't know if they sang too excitedly, or if the fox asked the sky to sing inappropriately, unconsciously, they sang a few beats faster than the melody.