Chen Zikun's actions shocked everyone, including Principal Shao and Gong Jiaxiang upstairs.
The five-color star, like the national flag, symbolizes the republic of the five ethnic groups of the Republic of China, Han, Manchu, Mongolian, Hui and Tibetan.
It is a symbol of national integrity.
It is just a matter of picking it off the hat and how to throw it on the ground.
However, they soon understood that the five-color flag or the five-color star did not represent this disaster-ridden country, but the Beiyang government.
Chen Zikun's move represented a complete break with Beiyang.
A thousand students took off their hats in unison, took off their cap badges and threw them to the ground.
"From now on, our Jiangdong Army will be renamed as the Jiangdong National Protective Army.
We will inherit the legacy of our martyrs and take rescuing China as our own responsibility until death."
Chen Zikun was impassioned and resounding.
The students swore an oath after him, the sound was deafening and moving.
"You said it so smoothly.
I don't know how many times we rehearsed it earlier."
Mai Ping muttered in a low voice.
He suddenly felt countless angry eyes staring at him and quickly kept silent.
Chen Zikun was still speaking on the stage: "Just now we talked about the country and the soldiers, now let's talk about the youth.
The reason why I brought the students from the Jiangbei Army Crash Course today is because they are students and youths just like you.
My The teacher, Mr.
Liang Qichao, has an article about Young China, who can recite it aloud?
"I" raised a slender hand from the audience.
It was the female student who read Lin Wenjing's letter in front of the Supervisory Office last time.
Chen Zikun extended a hand very gentlemanly: "Please."
The female student blushed and did not hold hands.
Instead, she walked up to the podium from the side and said without any stage fright: "Young China said the article is very long.
Can I just recite the highlights?"
Chen Zikun was quite surprised.
This girl was really talented.
"Of course, please."
The female student began to recite: "The one who creates the young China of the future, so the responsibility today does not belong to others, but to my young man.
The wisdom of young people will make the country wise, the richness of young people will make the country rich, the strong young people will make the country strong, and the independence of young people will make the country independent." , if young people are free, the country will be free; if young people make progress, the country will progress; if young people are better than Europe, then the country will be better than Europe; if young people are strong on the earth, then the country will be strong on the earth.
Beautiful, my young China is as young and strong as the sky.
My young Chinese, "With no borders" The girl's voice was gentle and clear, with a sense of heroism.
After reciting, there was a round of applause from the audience, and Chen Zikun extended his hand to her again, "Classmate, what's your name?"
"My name is Liu Ting, a third-year student in the Department of Chinese Literature at Jiangdong University."
The female student did not blush this time and shook hands with Supervisor Chen generously.
The female students in the audience were envious and wished they were the one shaking hands with the handsome man.
Chen Zikun asked Liu Ting to step down, and then said: "The disaster-ridden motherland has been riddled with holes by those moths, but our five-thousand-year-old Chinese civilization will not perish.
The future lies with the youth, and with you, of course, The same goes for me.
I am twenty-seven years old and can barely be considered a young man.
The responsibility of saving China lies with you and me.
The road ahead is long and difficult. " After a pause, he glanced around and raised his voice an octave: "Students, are you willing to go on with me?"
The voices of "Yes, yes" came one after another like waves, and the Jiangdong University campus was boiling.
Upstairs in the principal's office, Shao Qiuming and Gong Jiaxiang looked at each other and nodded happily.
"This Chen Kunwu is really good at inciting people."
Principal Shao said with a smile.
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"Isn't that right?
He is not the kind of Beiyang warlord who clings to ancient times.
He is from the Revolutionary Party and a veteran member of the Kuomintang.
When Mr.
Sun Yat-sen was buried, this man was one of the coffin bearers."
Gong Jiaxiang placed himself on the sofa and filled his pipe.
Smoking tobacco, he is a die-hard Chen Dang.
He talks about the great achievements of his commander in detail.
On the campus, Chen Zikun stretched out his hand and pressed it around, saying: "Going back to the topic just now, I would like to ask why our country is being bullied by the big powers."
"Because I can't beat him," someone shouted.
"That's right.
Why can't we defeat China, a huge country like China?
Why can't we even defeat small island countries like Britain and Japan?"
"Because" the following people talked about it, with various answers.
"I'm here to tell you, it's still the same sentence.
Our country has no army.
The warlords' private soldiers are used to exploit the people and suppress students, not to resist foreign invaders.
Such a divided country will of course be bullied.
Don't Talking about Britain and Japan, even small declining European countries like the Netherlands and Belgium are fucking sitting on our heads."
Marshal Chen's foul language narrowed the distance between them, making him even more obvious that he is a man of flesh and blood and with a true temperament.
The students burst into laughter.
The atmosphere is more harmonious.
"The old army has become decayed.
It's time to overthrow them.
We, the Jiangdong Protectorate Army, take it as our own duty to expel the warlords, abolish unequal treaties, and take back the concessions.
If we violate it, it will be like this table."
After that, Chen Zikun took out the Wearing a sword, he cut off the corner of the table in front of him with one strike.
This and that were speeches, clearly a swearing-in ceremony.
The students in the audience were enthusiastic and ready to take action, as if just a spark could ignite them.
"Classmates, the Jiangdong National Guard Army is still very weak, not because we lack guns and artillery, but because we lack young people with knowledge, ambition, and enthusiasm to serve the country.
We need you, your blood, and your lives.
Are you ready?"
"Ready" roared like a wild wave.
"From now on, the Jiangbei Army Crash Course will be renamed as the Jiangdong Army Officer School.
We welcome every student who joins the army and together we will destroy this old world."
Immediately, Chen Zikun sang the Internationale in a deep bass.
"Arise, hungry and cold slaves" As the singing started, Mai Ping's eyes turned green.
He pointed at Chen Zikun above and stammered: "He, he, he, Secretary Zheng, how can he sing our song?"
The Internationale is a banned song.
Who can a serious child know how to sing it?
However, Jiangdong University is a hotbed of radicals.
Under the influence of Zheng Zeru, secretary of the special committee of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee stationed in the university, and a group of revolutionary activists, the Internationale has become widely spread in Jiangdong University. , both male and female students can sing, and they are currently singing along with Marshal Chen.
Zheng Zeru silently stared at Chen Zikun on the stage and sighed: "He has finished everything."
No wonder Zheng Zeru is lonely, Chen Zikun is simply a natural athlete, good at using every opportunity to reverse the situation, mobilize the masses, and use it to my advantage.
It is really a great loss for the party that such a person is not in the revolutionary ranks.
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After the international song, the speech was over, but the students were still unfinished, and Chen Zikun was also very interested in chatting with everyone, so an interaction began.
At first, everyone was embarrassed to ask questions, but Mai Ping looked at Zheng Zeru with his eyes.
After receiving affirmative instructions, he took the lead in asking questions.
"Excuse me, Marshal Chen.
You said that you participated in the May 4th Movement and burned Zhaojia Tower.
I am very interested in which department of Peking University you are and who your teacher is."
This question is very acute, because there are rumors in Jiangnan University that Chen Zikun never studied at Peking University and is a liar who only seeks fame and reputation.
This question was a bit inappropriate.
The whole audience fell silent.
Mai Ping was a little proud and stared at Chen Zikun to see how he would answer.
As long as he dared to admit it, he would immediately throw out explosive information and expose his lies.
Chen Zikun smiled: "I think there is a misunderstanding here.
It is not necessary for college students to participate in the May Fourth Movement, and it is not necessarily necessary for Peking University students to participate.
Some newspapers may have published such news without confirmation.
In fact, although I I stayed at Peking University for a while, but I wasn’t a student.”
There were whispers below, and it turned out that the rumors were true, and this marshal was not a Peking University student.
"I am a cart puller."
Chen Zikun continued.
The buzz of discussion became even louder.
He was born in a poor family and was young and promising.
What a living and inspiring story.
"I pull the cart for Mr.
Li Dazhao, the director of the Peking University Library."
Chen Zikun continued.
Mai Ping had a sneer on his lips.
When he heard this sentence, he was immediately at a loss.
When he looked at Secretary Zheng again, his eyes actually shone.
No wonder, no wonder, he is Mr.
Li Dazhao's coachman, he, he, he has been a revolutionary for a long time.
Zheng Zeru naturally knows that Li Dazhao is one of the founders of the Communist Party and the leader of the Northern District.
Chen Zikun worked as a coachman for him, so he must have been influenced by it.
I came into contact with many revolutionary truths, and maybe even secretly joined the organization.
Thinking of this, all the mysteries were solved, and Zheng Zeru suddenly became enlightened and in a good mood.
"But" Mai Ping was very unwilling and asked: "Where did you learn English so fluently?"
Chen Zikun saw that this young man was deliberately looking for trouble, but he was really not smart.
He was not looking for trouble, but was trying to flatter himself.
"This classmate can also study to be a coachman.
Not to mention that I studied military affairs in the United States.
When I was at Peking University, I studied under two professors, Liu Shipei and Gu Hongming, and later under Mr.
Liang Qichao.
In fact, I am more fluent in French and Russian. , do you want to listen to Davalisi?”
Davalisi means comrade in Russian, and party members who have learned from Russia will naturally understand that Maiping was extremely ashamed and realized his superficiality, so he quickly stopped and retreated.
Suddenly, a freckle-faced female student stood up and said in a loud voice: "Marshuai Chen, are you married?"
A burst of good-natured laughter.
Chen Zikun replied calmly: "I'm married."
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"How many wives do you have?"
the freckled girl asked.
"Two ladies."
The freckled girl said unreasonably: "You are an international student and an intellectual.
Why do you want to marry two wives?
Why don't you abide by the Western monogamy system?"
After asking, she turned around and glanced at Mai Ping, as if asking for credit.
Mai Ping quickly avoided her burning gaze.
Chen Zikun smiled and said: "Studying abroad does not necessarily require you to accept everything from foreigners.
I am a student of Gu Hongming and I agree with his point of view.
Men are like teapots and women are like teacups.
It is obviously not enough to match a teapot with a teacup.
I love my wife very much, and besides, Chinese law does not prohibit marrying two people.”
The students laughed heartily and applauded, both for Marshal Chen's wit and for the freckled girl's boldness.
Suddenly there was another burst of noise.
Liu Ting, who had just recited "Young China", was pushed out by a group of laughing girls.
Her face was a little red, but she quickly calmed down.
She gently brushed her hair on her temples and asked in a clear voice.
Said: "Supervisor Chen, is your office recruiting people?"
The girls snickered, and the boys laughed too, but there was a slight sourness in the laughter.
Chen Zikun said with a smile: "How can a girl as knowledgeable and talented as Miss Liu be?
There is a vacant position in the Supervisory Office."
"Thank you for your supervision."
Liu Ting received a satisfactory reply and shyly ran back to the group of girls.
Mai Ping was about to go berserk, but he couldn't break out because of the situation.
He held back a mouthful of old blood in his chest, almost causing internal injuries.
"Secretary Zheng" Mai Ping looked for Zheng Zeru, but found that he had disappeared.
"Supervisor Chen, I would like to ask, do you have any specific plans for where you will go after the country is unified?
Whether you will be the Prime Minister or the Chief of the Army?"
Someone asked again.
It turned out that Zheng Zeru had squeezed to the front.
Chen Zikun knew that Zheng Zeru was originally a student of Shanghai Jiaotong University.
Now that he appeared at Jiangda, he must be carrying a secret mission, but he did not reveal it, but answered his questions with a smile.
"After the country is reunified, Chen should be disarmed and return to his fields, and start an industry to benefit the people
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