At midnight on May 31st, the 14th year of the Republic of China, Chen Zikun's eldest daughter was born in a hospital in Zhabei.
Joy and grief shocked Chen Zikun's heart at the same time.
Looking at the crying baby in the swaddling clothes, he seemed to see the fate of the country and the nation. future.
When Yao Yilei asked him how to name his daughter, Chen Zikun, who had been thinking about Tang Yan who was living in the same hospital and was not out of danger, blurted out: "Just call her Chen Yan."
Yao Yilei said: "What, Chen Yu, no, no, no, how can a girl be called such a name?"
Chen Zikun explained: "It's Yan, not Wei'er."
Yao Yilei said: "There should be an explanation for why I am called Mr.
Yan."
Chen Zikun scratched his head and scratched his head.
He couldn't say that he got it based on the name of reporter Tang.
Fortunately, Jian Bing, who was full of poems, came to the rescue in time and said: "Our commander-in-chief got it from the Peony Pavilion.
It turned out that it was full of colorful flowers, and it was all given to Duanjing like this."
Ruiyuan, such a cute baby is like a blooming flower, but he was born in this poor, backward and bullied motherland.
Is that what you mean, Marshal?"
"Yes, I hope that when our Yan'er grows up, the motherland will become strong and prosperous.
Instead of being in ruins, it will be full of flowers and high-rise buildings with chimneys."
Chen Zikun quickly added.
At least Yao Yilei was given to Hu Hong.
Both the mother and the baby needed to rest.
Chen Zikun and Jian Bing exited the delivery room.
The hospital corridor was quiet, and the guards' bayonets shone coldly in the yard.
The anti-smoking law enforcement team dispatched a company to protect Chen Zikun's safety because they received news that the concession authorities had implemented Martial law was imposed and the situation became even more tense.
"Is Reporter Tang out of danger?"
Jian Bing suddenly asked.
"Not yet.
There is too much blood loss.
We still need to observe it."
Chen Zikun felt something bad in his heart.
"I remember, her name is Tang Yan."
Jian Bing glanced at Chen Zikun, which was meaningful.
Chen Zikun did not avoid it, but looked at the stars on the horizon and said: "Tang Yan is a hero.
She is a female classmate who faced the police bullets and fought against the great powers with a pen as a gun.
As a soldier, I feel ashamed.
This British massacre My compatriot, I have to do something to fulfill my responsibilities as a Chinese.”
Jian Bing said sadly: "If the foreign ships had strong guns and cannons, they would have wiped out the concession fifty years ago.
Just relying on the hundreds of guns of the Anti-Smoking Corps would be like hitting a stone with an egg."
Chen Zikun said: "Being responsible does not mean hitting a stone with an egg.
I have my own sense of discretion.
I will be very busy during this period.
Please take more care of your family affairs."
Jian Bing didn't say anything.
He held Chen Zikun's waist from behind and pressed his face against his generous back.
It was late at night and the earth was shrouded in darkness.
"When will it be dawn?"
Chen Zikun murmured.
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The next day, the whole of Shanghai was in an uproar.
People from all walks of life condemned the atrocities of the police massacre of students.
The declaration published the names and occupations of the victims.
There were as many as thirteen people, including college students, tailors, hawkers, cooks, etc.
In Shi Liangcai's words, regardless of their status, they are all outstanding sons and daughters of the Chinese nation.
On behalf of Shenbao Society, he donated 10,000 yuan to the families of the victims and another 10,000 yuan to the seriously injured people as condolences.
On May 31st, all schools in Shanghai went on strike, merchants went on strike, and workers went on strike to stage the strongest protest against the concession authorities.
The concession authorities mobilized a large number of patrols to stand ready, and the reserves of the merchant corps from all over the world mobilized to collect weapons and patrol the streets.
The navies and armies of various countries The team also began to land, and martial law was declared in the public concession.
The Ministry of Industry and Commerce protected police officers who killed innocent people indiscriminately and refused to apologize or release arrested student workers, which angered the entire Chinese people.
When the news came, schools in Beijing, Nanjing, Hankou, Tianjin, Guangzhou and others went on strike to express support.
On June 1, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Beijing government protested to the diplomatic corps, demanding the release of the arrested persons to prevent such incidents from happening again.
The diplomatic corps was unprecedentedly united in dealing with the China issue.
They rejected the protests of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and believed that the concession authorities had been lenient enough.
On June 11, when people in Hankou were demonstrating in the British Concession, the British Consul in Han brazenly ordered the sailors to land and shoot at the people.
More than 30 people were killed on the spot and hundreds were seriously injured.
Afterwards, the British side actually accused them of failing to protect foreigners.
Duan Qirui's government protested.
On June 13, another conflict broke out in the British Concession in Jiujiang.
Chinese protesters stormed the British Concession and were shot, resulting in heavy casualties.
On June 23, a mass rally was held in Guangzhou to commemorate the compatriots who lost their lives in Hankou, Shanghai, and Jiujiang.
They then started marching to the other side of Shaji, where they were fired upon by the British army.
British warships also opened fire, killing all the soldiers on the spot.
More than 200 Chinese were injured, including several students from the Whampoa Military Academy.
The disaster was far more severe than that of the May 30.
So far, the concession authorities have not made any concessions and their stance remains extremely tough.
On the contrary, the voice of the Beijing Provisional Government has become weaker and weaker.
At the end of June, at Shanghai Zhabei Railway Station, two black cars were waiting in the square in front of the station.
Several tough men in casual clothes put their hands in their pockets and scanned the crowd vigilantly from time to time.
A group of passengers in suits and ties came out of the VIP aisle and got into the car under the guard of bodyguards.
Zhang Xueliang, who was wearing a snow-white suit, saw Chen Zikun sitting in the car and couldn't help but smile: "Brother Kunwu, I haven't seen you in a few months.
Stay here."
Got a beard.”
Chen Zikun had two mustaches on his lips, which were not very thick.
He smiled and said: "I grow a beard to show my ambition.
If I don't unify the country and eradicate the influence of the great powers in China, I won't shave my beard."
Zhang Xueliang laughed dumbly: "Then you have to grow your beard longer than Guan Gong?"
Chen Zikun smiled and did not answer, and ordered the driver to drive.
Cars drove along the bustling and congested streets of Zhabei, honking their horns constantly.
Guards standing on the pedals used long bamboo poles to drive passers-by away, but they still moved forward slowly, like a turtle.
Chen Zikun explained: "There are still strikes, markets and classes in the concession.
One is declining, the other is ebbing, but Zhabei and Nan City are prospering.
This shows one thing.
The prosperity of the concession actually depends on the Chinese."
Zhang Xueliang said: "Since we Chinese can create glory in the Han and Tang Dynasties, it shows that this nation is still excellent.
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It is only because we have been oppressed too much by foreign powers since the late Qing Dynasty that we are in today's predicament."
Chen Zikun shook his head but didn't say anything.
Zhang Xueliang said: "By the way, where will my daughter's full moon wine be placed in Shanghai or Jiangdong?
I have prepared a generous gift."
Chen Zikun was about to speak when he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance: "People are dying, students and workers are protesting, what is the government doing?
Our Ministry of Foreign Affairs will express regret and protest over and over again.
I don't think we should call it diplomacy at all."
Let’s change the name to the Protest Department.”
Then everyone burst into laughter.
Zhang Xueliang was also attracted.
He and Chen Zikun looked at each other.
The two of them opened the car door at the same time and got out, quietly coming to the place where the speech was held in the distance.
Standing on the stage was an imposing young man, wearing a white student uniform, who was giving a speech.
He stretched out his hands and pressed them around and said: "Compatriots, do you think it's funny?
I don't think it's funny at all.
Foreigners will kill us."
Brothers and sisters, it’s like killing a chicken , just like a dog, they killed in Shanghai, Hankou, Jiujiang, Guangzhou, dozens or hundreds of people were killed at one time.
But our compatriots who died were just marching peacefully on the land of their own country.
What crime did they commit to deserve this cruel treatment?"
There was silence all around.
The young man's eyes were red, but his voice was still angry: "The common people were shot and killed arbitrarily by foreigners, but what are our government and our army doing?
The provisional government is obedient and only knows how to protest, but they still know how to protest.
Do you know what the army is doing?
They are still living and drinking.
There are millions of soldiers in the country. , with the wealth and wealth plundered from the common people, they bought guns, cannons, aircraft, and armored vehicles, but they all used it on their own people.
They fought for territory, grew opium, and killed each other, but they were servile to foreigners, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Do you know?
Even when our compatriots died and the whole country was grieving, a certain warlord was still holding a grand full-moon banquet for his daughter."
Zhang Xueliang stopped laughing, looked at Chen Zikun, and said in a low voice: "This guy must be the Communist Party.
He is so deluded that he has plotted against you."
Chen Zikun said calmly: "It doesn't matter if it can awaken the people."
The young man continued: "It is useless to count on this reactionary and decadent government.
We can only unite workers, businessmen, and students, continue strikes, market strikes, and school strikes, put pressure on foreigners, and let them see that we are united.
Only when we are awakened can we, the Chinese nation, have hope.”
Then they raised their arms and shouted: "Down with imperialism, down with the warlords."
The people in the audience were infected and started shouting.
Chen Zikun pulled Zhang Xueliang away without saying a word.
In the car, Zhang Xueliang's expression was very solemn, and he hesitated several times.
Chen Zikun said: "Han Qing, do you think what that person said is reasonable?
We are all warlords.
We only fight for territory and plunder people's wealth.
Foreigners As a soldier, no one from our generation has spoken out about the massacre of our countrymen.”
Zhang Xueliang said: "His words made me very angry, but when I think about it carefully, I can't help but feel ashamed.
I have hundreds of thousands of tigers and wolves in the army, and the weapons and equipment are the strongest in the country, but they are only used for conquests here and there.
Fight Wu Peifu, fight Qi Xieyuan, confront Feng Yuxiang, but are incompetent when encountering foreigners.
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Why is this?"
Chen Zikun said: "Because our soldiers can't defeat others.
From the Opium War to the Sino-Japanese War of 1898 to 1998, and then to the Gengzi Incident, the power of foreigners has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Anyone who dares to use force with them will not end well.
But the more this happens, the worse they will become."
Bullying us, Han Qing, You have to understand that in the international jungle surrounded by powerful enemies, the great powers only respect the same kind of people who also have fangs.
This is the same as their preference for Japan, which is also an Asian.
Because Japan defeated the Qing Dynasty, defeated Russia, and fought with blood.
Fire has earned its dignity.”
Zhang Xueliang pondered for a long time, and the noise outside the car seemed to be cut off.
"Brother Kunwu, it's hard for me to make a decision.
The power lies in my father's hands."
Zhang Xueliang hesitated.
Chen Zikun patted Zhang Xueliang on the shoulder: "Han Qing, I understand you, you just need to raid the formation for me."
"Brother Kunwu, are you?"
Zhang Xueliang raised his eyebrows sharply.
"I decided to send troops to take back the concession."
Chen Zikun said calmly
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