From Beijing to Shanghai, from the burning of Zhaojialou to the deposing of the three traitors, Chen Zikun was a participant from beginning to end.
Looking at the surging crowd of marchers on the street, he couldn't help but sigh.
This month was like a whole month for him.
Years are so long.
According to the instructions of the senior brother, Chen Zikun led the students of the Jingwu Sports Association to participate in the parade.
Different from the last memorial service of Martyr Guo, this parade was celebratory in nature.
Everyone was happy and in high spirits, with colorful flags flying and people in attendance.
There was a loud noise, and thousands of students from Fudan, St.
John's, Nanyang Public School and other schools, as well as business people and factory workers, jammed the roads.
The month-long protest finally showed results.
The Beijing government dismissed senior pro-Japanese officials, the diplomatic representatives insisted not to sign the contract, and the vigorous boycott of Japanese goods all gave everyone a glimmer of hope in despair.
The Chinese nation has returned.
Helpful The parade was singing and dancing all the way from the French Concession into the Public Concession.
Suddenly, the procession stopped and did not move a step for a long time.
The students from the Jingwu Sports Association were in the middle.
Everyone had no idea what was going on in front of them, and everyone was talking about it.
Asking about the situation, Situ Xiaoyan couldn't see the front with his feet crossed, so he asked Chen Zikun: "Fifth senior brother, what's going on in front?"
"Patrol."
Chen Zikun replied.
He was tall and could see far.
There was a row of white patrolmen in black uniforms standing at the corner of the street, blocking the front of the parade.
The students looked particularly weak in front of the tall patrolmen.
Only one A slender boy was saying something, and it was too far away to hear clearly.
However, Chen Zikun recognized that this boy was the student who led the slogan chanting he saw on the road the day before yesterday.
Situ Xiaoyan asked in confusion: "Why did the patrol block the road?"
Chen Zikun didn't say anything, because he didn't know why the concession patrol blocked the march.
After all, this was not a demonstration, but a carnival to celebrate victory, and it had nothing to do with the concession authorities.
Could these white patrols Is it because I can’t stand the Chinese people being happy?
"Don't move here, I'll go over and take a look."
Chen Zikun said and squeezed through the crowd to the front.
Standing at the forefront were students from St.
John's University.
This university is a Christian college, so the students' English They were all fluent.
This time Chen Zikun heard clearly.
The tall boy spoke with an Oxford accent and argued hard, saying that the demonstration was the right of the people and the concession authorities had no right to stop it.
A burly police officer listened to his words with a cold face, and then replied stiffly with one word: "no" The boy still wanted to fight for it, but the police officer became impatient and took out his baton and hit him head-on.
Blood immediately flowed from the boy's forehead, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.
The police officer didn't give up, so he raised his foot wearing riding boots and kicked him.
The girl rushed over like crazy and hugged the police officer's riding boots.
The police officer was furious and blew the siren.
There was a sound of horse hooves and more than a dozen tall horses appeared on the street.
The knights wore steel helmets and held batons, watching eagerly.
The patrolmen's rough behavior angered the marching crowd, and the large group of people rushed forward desperately.
The patrolmen were unable to stop them and were overwhelmed in an instant.
Their hats and batons fell off, and the shrill sirens rang out, facing the surging crowd. , the cavalry team also panicked, the horses were circling around in circles angrily, and for a while people yelled and the horses neighed, and the scene became a mess.
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All of this happened extremely suddenly, without any warning.
A celebratory parade turned into a violent conflict in an instant.
Chen Zikun knew that stampede casualties were most likely to occur in such chaotic scenes, so he rushed to the injured boy and dragged him Going to the street, the girl who just hugged the police officer's riding boots also helped him drag it.
"Thank you."
The boy said weakly, his face stained red with blood, and there was a trace of heroism in his gentle manner.
"You're welcome."
Chen Zikun said.
Just as he was about to ask his name, gunshots rang out.
The crowd that had been marching forward suddenly rushed back like an ebbing tide.
The street suddenly became empty.
Two European patrolmen stood in the middle of the road.
Holding a revolver and one holding a carbine, they fired slowly at the marching crowd like they would shoot wild ducks in the countryside.
"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" After every shot, someone in the parade fell; Chen Zikun's eyes were about to burst, and he reached out to touch his lower back, but he found nothing.
The weather in Shanghai was already very hot in June, and the shell gun was too large to be carried normally, so he was unarmed today.
"Don't hit the stone with an egg."
The boy grabbed Chen Zikun's arm and stopped his impulse.
The patrol horse team took advantage of the victory and pursued it.
The horseshoes struck a series of heart-stopping notes on the road.
The streets were filled with discarded hats and shoes, as well as innocent students who had been shot and fell to the ground.
The police officer who had beaten the boy with his baton had now emptied his British-made Webley revolver of bullets.
He opened the cylinder and poured out the hot bullet casings, then took out bullets and loaded them one by one.
Suddenly, He saw Chen Zikun and the two college students hiding on the street, and gave them a ferocious and contemptuous smile.
This face was instantly fixed in Chen Zikun's mind.
He secretly swore that he would cut this man into pieces, but at this moment he could only compromise.
Although he was reckless, he was not stupid.
If he faced the patrol with live ammunition, the only outcome would be Being used as a target.
Another police officer also fired all the bullets in his carbine, put the gun on his shoulder coolly, and shouted to his colleague: "Hey, Locke, how many monkeys did you hit?"
"About six.
You know, my marksmanship was developed while hunting in the countryside of Liverpool.
I can't say anything about my accuracy in shooting live animals."
Locke loaded the bullets of the revolver and looked back at his target.
The three people But it disappeared by the side of the road.
He shrugged indifferently and continued to move forward.
There was a shop facing the street.
The Chinese clerk opened the door a crack, pulled Chen Zikun and the others in at the risk of death, and then closed the door tightly.
The outside was filled with English curses, the sound of horse hooves, and the sound of gunshots from time to time. .
"They actually opened fire, shooting at unarmed people."
The blood on the boy's forehead had solidified, with a trace of blood sticking to it.
His eyes were full of grief and confusion, and his voice was trembling.
"Student Murong, why did they shoot us?"
the girl asked in a tearful tone, but this time the omniscient senior Murong could not answer her, and just shook his head in pain.
Yes, the question of why they shot us also lingers in Chen Zikun's mind.
Chen Zikun looked out through the crack in the door.
There were more patrol officers in black uniforms on the street, and a large number of soldiers in khaki uniforms.
They carried rifles with bayonets on their backs to set up defenses on the street, and even set up machine guns.
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This posture of facing a powerful enemy is not unfamiliar to Chen Zikun.
A year ago, when he passed by the South-Manchuria Railway with his boss, he saw with his own eyes a road guard from the Manchuria Railway Co., Ltd. shot a sheep to death with a rifle.
When the sheepherder entered the Manchuria area, the boss drew his gun and killed the little devil.
Later, the place was under martial law for a whole month, and the Kwantung Army sent out a brigade to search for the murderer.
The scene was much bigger than today.
But no matter what, there is still a difference between the barbaric South Manchuria and the prosperous Shanghai.
Ordinarily, the Europeans in Shanghai should be more civilized than the little devils.
Why do they shoot and kill people at the slightest disagreement?
Could it be said that the Chinese Is your life so worthless?
Many of the demonstrators who did not run away were arrested by patrol officers and put in shackles in prison vans.
Among them were several students from the Jingwu Association, including Ouyang Kai.
Looking at their bruised noses and swollen faces but with unyielding expressions, it was clear that there must be no People who disgrace their master.
It was not until the afternoon that the riot gradually subsided.
The Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau sent fire trucks and water hoses washed away the blood on the street.
All the shoes and hats left behind were picked up by the scavengers.
Soon the street returned to calm, but the business group of all nations The soldiers were still on guard with guns drawn.
The clerk opened the back door and let Chen Zikun and the others go.
The three of them walked on the road, feeling heavy and silent.
When they arrived at the place where they parted, the boy stood still and said to Chen Zikun: "Senior Chen, see you later."
Chen Zikun said: "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.
It is not surprising that the seniors don't recognize us."
It turned out that they were junior students from their alma mater.
Chen Zikun and Mu Yichen shook hands, nodded to Che Qiuling and said, "You two, see you later."
Liu Zhensheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Chen Zikun had returned safely.
He called all his disciples together and said, "It is a troubled time.
No one is allowed to go out at night."
After saying this, he specially glanced at Chen Zikun.
Situ Xiao raised his hand and said, "Senior Brother, Ouyang Kai and the others were arrested by the patrol room.
We need to find a way quickly."
Liu Zhensheng said: "Don't worry, everyone.
I will find Uncle Nong to find a way to rescue them.
Everyone go back and rest."
Everyone had to disperse.
Chen Zikun returned to his room, changed into a suit and leather shoes, took some money with him, secretly climbed over the wall, called a rickshaw, and headed straight to the main road in the public concession.
Li Yaoting worked at a billiard room owned by Belarus on the main road.
He was wearing trousers and a tight vest, shiny leather shoes, and his hair was combed back meticulously.
When he saw Chen Zikun come in, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Miss Chen, long time no see." ” Chen Zikun looked around.
In the billiard room, there were a group of Chinese and Westerners, either leaning over to hit the ball or waxing the clubs leisurely.
No one noticed him.
He asked in a low voice: "Have you heard about what happened today?"
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Li Yaoting asked in confusion: "What happened?"
Then he patted his head again: "Is it the suppression of students on Shandong Road?
This matter has been published in the newspapers, look."
As he spoke, he brought out an English newspaper called Lin Xi Bao and handed it to Chen Zikun to read.
Chen Zikun read the ten lines at a glance and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.
Li Yaoting asked: "What does the above say?"
Chen Zikun scolded: "This newspaper is spreading rumors.
It said that the brutal thugs tried to attack the concession and were repelled by patrol officers and business groups.
It also called on the Ministry of Industry and Commerce to award medals to the patrol officers who fired the shots":