Volume 1 Wuchang Vortex Chapter 16 Bingwen's Hint
There was just a glimmer of light on the bank of the river. Yang Qiu, who had been lying in bed for two days to recuperate from his "injuries" and accidentally became a "troublemaker" again, put on his clothes, walked out of the dormitory and prepared to go to the training ground to relax.
It's not even a month yet and my arms, buttocks, and back are all covered with rashes. What kind of thing is this? His fate and future are so hazy, just like the fog rising from the Han River at this moment, making it impossible for him to see the future clearly. So he always feels as if something is blocking his heart and he is uncomfortable.
Of course, it's not all chaos, because as long as he is through the banquet tonight, tomorrow he will officially take up the post of commander of the 42nd Mixed Brigade. There are three infantry battalions in the battalion, each with more than 500 people, which is equivalent to a regiment in later generations in terms of the number of people.
Whether he can control this group is his biggest test after traveling through time.
If he had just arrived, he would have been full of confidence, but after meeting Zhang Biao twice and getting a general understanding of the current situation in the army from Xiao Anguo and others, his confidence was disappearing rapidly.
The only thing that is certain at the moment is that there is a group called the Yizhi Society in the 42nd Battalion which has close ties with the Tongjin Society. They have a small number of people, about a dozen, but have a profound influence. They often promote new ideas under the pretext of helping soldiers in need and teaching everyone to read and write, so many soldiers have contact with them. In addition, there are about 50 banner officers and soldiers in the three battalions. The two gangs are currently hostile to each other and are their biggest obstacles.
After clearing the internal obstacles, the external situation was equally chaotic. Zhang Biao and Li Yuanhong were both veterans, and the instability in the army could not be hidden from them. His and Xiao Anguo's rapid promotion seemed absurd, but it was deeply related to their silent supporters.
Military purges are a double-edged sword in any era. Neither Zhang Biao nor Li Yuanhong dare to take action easily for fear of causing a large-scale mutiny among soldiers, so they need an excuse the most!
It just so happened that he showed up, so he simply put himself in front of the revolutionaries. As long as he and the revolutionaries made trouble, they could justifiably purge him on the charge of assassinating a court official, and finally reap the benefits.
Good calculation!
In addition to these two powerful figures, the old man Ruicheng must have his own calculations. The Zongli Socialist Party is his backer. In the late Qing Dynasty, there was a saying of "Yuan in the North and Zhang in the South", referring to the actual helmsmen of the two new armies in the south and the north.
After Yuan Shikai was reduced to an idle scholar by the Zongli Socialist Party, the Zongli Socialist Party, whose minds were full of the Qing Dynasty, naturally wanted to get rid of Zhang Biao as well. Only in this way could they control the two strongest armed forces in the country and eliminate internal troubles.
It's so annoying.
The more Yang Qiu thought about it, the more confused he became. He raised his thumb and rubbed his temple vigorously. Traveling through time, especially traveling through an extremely chaotic army with many major forces intervening, is really a life-threatening business.
After walking a few steps, he saw a familiar thin figure walking in through the camp gate. He walked hurriedly as if he had something urgent to do. He hurried over and called out, "Bingwen."
Bingwen, who lowered his head
"I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk." Yang Qiu said as he looked at Bingwen carefully. He found that his clothes were torn by something, and his knees and elbows were stained with mud. He looked like he had escaped from a fight. He immediately became suspicious and asked, "Did you go out last night?"
Seeing Yang Qiu staring at him, Bingwen lowered his head and quietly covered his torn clothes with his right hand, saying, "A fellow villager came to Hankou and drank two more cups."
Yang Qiu frowned secretly. He knew Bingwen seldom drank alcohol and was very self-disciplined in the camp. He would never leave unless something important happened. In addition, he saw that Bingwen looked flustered and his clothes were torn, so he hurriedly asked, "Bingwen, is there something wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just drank too much and have a headache. I fell on the way back and tore my clothes. This is my last new clothes." Bingwen didn't seem to dare to look Yang Qiu in the eye. He laughed dryly and was about to go back to the camp. But after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned around to ask, "I heard from Brother Ma that you are going to the governor's banquet tonight?"
"Yeah, a lot of shit."
"Brother Yang, you... need to be careful." Bingwen said nervously, "Brother Yang, I heard what you, Brother Ma, and Brother Xiao said that day. You are right. The people will suffer when the country is in chaos."
"But if they are not overthrown... the country will become even more chaotic, and the people will never have a chance to rise. So I have always wanted to ask you something, do you... really hate the party members that much?" Bingwen hesitated, but still bravely spoke out his true feelings.
Seeing his bitter face when he spoke, Yang Qiu also knew that this period of time was difficult for this little guy who sympathized with the revolution. At his age, his thoughts were hazy and he was easily incited. On one hand, he saved his life but was drifting further and further away from the party members, and on the other hand, there was a very inciteful revolutionary trend. The conflict and chaos can be imagined. He could only comfort him: "I don't like the Manchu Tartars. If I have the chance, I would like to overthrow them with my own hands."
"So I admire those heroes who dare to take the first step, because the change of dynasties is inevitable in history. The Qing Dynasty is immoral and should naturally abdicate. But Bingwen, you must remember one thing. As soldiers, we must protect our families even if we cannot protect the country. We must be worthy of the people who support us. So if they want to make trouble, let them make trouble. I will not stop them from causing trouble. But if they make the people suffer, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Thank you for your teachings, Brother Yang." Bingwen nodded and gritted his teeth and said again: "It's very chaotic outside now. You... must be careful when you go to the banquet by yourself."
"I know." Yang Qiu did not continue to ask. He smiled and nodded and walked towards the playground. Bingwen looked at his back, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and walked towards the barracks.
Watching Bingwen's back gradually covered by the mist, Yang Qiu's expression changed slightly. Although the little guy didn't say it for some reason, his clothes were torn as if he had been beaten, and he reminded himself to be careful twice in a row, which made him feel something was wrong!
Although everything seemed to be calm after returning to Wuchang, the hatred between him and those people could not be resolved for the time being, and it had even reached the point of life and death. There were many soldiers with radical ideas in the new army. If he had not been in the baggage camp at this moment, perhaps someone would have come to his door to kill him.
"snort."
The vague sense of danger made Yang Qiu's heart rise with a strong desire to fight. In his opinion, it was not strange to use some improper means to strengthen oneself in this chaotic era, but as a political party, starting to use assassination as a regular means, what is the difference between it and the underworld in later generations? How can such a person lead the heroes and restore China!
