Volume 1 Wuchang Vortex Chapter 8: Don’t go out on March 20, remember!
Under the crooked tree in the middle of the courtyard, there was a small coffee table, and two men were whispering beside the table.
On the bamboo chairs near the door, there were a man and a woman sitting, both holding revolvers. They looked heroic, with sharp eyes scanning the surroundings from time to time. They looked extremely alert, as if they were afraid that someone would disturb them.
A man in his thirties in a Western suit sitting beside the tea table picked up his teacup and made a gesture of invitation. Deng Xiaoke beside him said, "Mr. Song has come from afar, so it should be Luo who says the word 'invite'. Come and try our Sichuan tea to see how it is different."
"Brother Deng, you are too polite." Mr. Song took a sip of tea, let the tea swirl in his mouth, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and praised: "It is endowed with the purest energy of heaven and earth, and the talent of the outstanding people of Bashu. Good tea... good tea!"
"Good tea is good tea, and I am not worthy of being called a great man."
"Why not?" Mr. Song put down his teacup and praised: "You founded Shu Newspaper and started a new trend of learning in Bashu. In times of crisis, you raised your voice to protect the road and the country. Brother Deng's name has spread all over the country. Who wouldn't give him a thumbs up and call him a great hero?"
"I just tried my best. Compared with you and Mr. Sun, I am really ashamed, ashamed!" Deng Xiaoke knew that the other party was just praising him, but he was still a little proud in his heart. He waved his hands and said, "It's a pity that Deng tried his best, but the court ignored him and replaced the governor. Yesterday, they transferred a large amount of military equipment from the new army in Wuchang. It can be seen that the intention of selling the railway... is hard to change."
"Humph, stupid, incompetent, and a traitor!"
The sound of three slaps on the table made the beautiful eyes of the woman sitting far away suddenly turn cold. She gripped the handle of the revolver and turned her head to glance around. She breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that everything was fine.
Deng Xiaoke also sighed and changed the topic, "Sir, I wonder why you came here this time..."
Mr. Song took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and said, "To be honest with you, Brother Deng, I have been watching the railway protection for a long time. I am not saying this to discourage you, but I am afraid that your civilized railway protection plan will be..." Mr. Song shook his head and raised his voice, "So we have made preparations. This time we came here just to ask you, if it works, are you willing to serve as the governor of Sichuan?"
"Kawagawa Governor!"
Deng Xiaoke didn't expect that Mr. Song's words would be so shocking. He almost stood up from his chair. But before he could say anything, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from outside, followed by shouts and sharp whistles of police.
"Girl, protect Mr. Song." The big man sitting next to him immediately pulled out his gun and jumped up. The woman also quickly ran to Mr. Song, pulled out her pistol and protected him on both sides.
"Don't worry, don't worry." Deng Xiaoke was also horrified by this. He knew that if something happened to Mr. Song here, he might lose his life. He quickly calmed the three people and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Song. This place is remote and there is a big opium den in front. The police will never come here to search. Why don't you let me go and see what happened?"
Mr. Song believed that Deng Xiao would not betray him, so he quickly grabbed the former to prevent him from taking risks, and turned to the woman beside him and said, "Miss Miao Luo, thank you for your help."
"Don't worry, sir." The woman named Miao Luo nodded, shook her pigtails behind her head, and walked carefully towards the courtyard gate with a revolver in her hand. When she reached the door, she lay on the crack of the door and saw that there was no movement outside, so she was about to open the door to take a closer look. Unexpectedly, as soon as she pulled the bolt, a black shadow suddenly flashed before her eyes.
"Sister, be careful!" The big man was also frightened by the black shadow, and rushed forward to help his sister.
Upon hearing the warning, Miao Luo also reacted quickly. He swept his left foot sideways while raising the pistol in his right hand. Just as he was about to aim at the person, the black shadow suddenly lowered his waist.
The black shadow was naturally the panicked Yang Qiu. After running here, he happened to see Miao Luo opening the door and looking out, so he rushed in without saying hello to take shelter. Unexpectedly, the other party was actually a martial artist. He quickly dodged half a step, squatted down, and used his shoulder to block the whip kick. He stabbed the other party's inner thigh with his right hand, ready to give him a ruthless blow.
“Shameless!”
Miao Luo had never seen the military combat combined with Muay Thai and other techniques in later generations. He only felt that his thigh was held by someone and then the inside of his thigh was ruthlessly grabbed. Not only did the sensitive part feel numb and sore, but it seemed as if all the strength in his body was drained away.
Hearing the scolding, Yang Qiu suddenly cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" He had never expected that his opponent would be a woman! But it was too late to say anything now. He could only grit his teeth and push his shoulder hard, throwing the powerless Miao Luo away.
Just after throwing the woman out, he saw another big man rushing over. He didn't expect there was someone behind him, so he could only roll on the ground subconsciously. While rolling, he saw two middle-aged men with extraordinary demeanor standing in the middle of the yard, so he simply rushed to their side, pointed a gun at the man in a dress, and held him hostage first.
When the big man saw the sister being thrown out, he was anxious to shoot, but he didn't expect that the man would use the donkey rolling move that even the underworld people despised to use after knocking his sister down. When the figure stopped, the muzzle of a black gun was already pointing at Mr. Song's forehead.
From the moment the door opened to the moment Yang Qiu rushed in, the series of actions were as fast as lightning. In just a few breaths, Deng Xiaoke saw the Miao Luo girl being thrown out, and then Mr. Song had a gun pointed at his forehead. He was so scared that his body was shaking.
"Close the door!" After seeing that he pointed the gun at the guy in western clothes, the big man dared not move. Yang Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his bet was right this time.
Miao Luo endured the pain and climbed up from the ground. Seeing that Yang Qiu was holding Mr. Song at gunpoint, her eyes turned red and she was about to fight him. The big man quickly stopped her and pointed at the gate before bowing to Yang Qiu and saying, "Brother, I am Miao Yuan. I don't know how I have offended you. Please advise me."
"Brother, why are you wasting so much time talking to him?" Miss Miao Luo quickly closed the door and ran over with a gun in hand to help. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be spitting fire, emitting a shocking anger.
Only at this moment did Yang Qiu really see the four people clearly. Except for the gentleman in Western clothes who was held hostage by him, the man in long gown next to him looked a bit like a local gentry from his clothes. As for the big man, he was dressed in a heroic manner.
The most surprising thing was the girl who was fighting with him. She was tall and about twenty years old, dressed in a blue Miao girl's shiny black braid hanging behind her head. Her eyes were as bright as lacquer under her light bangs. It was a pity that the girl's eyebrows were raised at the moment, and her lips were pursed coldly, as if she wanted to eat him alive. Thinking of the shoulder strike and crotch-touching moves she had just used, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.
Seeing Yang Qiu's evil eyes constantly scanning his body, Miao Luo's teeth were almost broken. If Mr. Song had not been captured by this evil thief, he would have dug out this guy's eyes even at the risk of his life.
"My name is Yang Qiu. I've run into some trouble and just want to take shelter here for a while. So please wait for a moment." Seeing that the two siblings were both trained and had revolvers, Yang Qiu could only continue to shamelessly shrink behind Mr. Song.
"Yang Qiu, are you Yang Qiu?... Evil villain, running dog! Let Mr. Song go!" Before Yang Qiu understood what was going on, he saw that after he called out his name, the brother and sister's faces changed drastically almost at the same time, and they took a step forward and looked like they were about to attack.
What's going on? Has my fame really reached the point where everyone, young and old, is calling for my death? !
Yang Qiu was itching to ask for clarification, when he suddenly saw Miao Luo's eyes twitch twice, as if winking at the man in the dress. He quickly fired his pistol at the man's forehead twice more.
Unexpectedly, she was seen through by this evil villain again. Miss Miao Luo didn't dare to act recklessly this time. Yang Qiu also took this opportunity to look at the man he was holding hostage, but after seeing clearly, a familiar figure suddenly came into his mind!
"Mr. Song?"
Thinking of the name just now, Yang Qiu suddenly remembered who this guy was!
If he had not just visited the Xinhai Revolution Memorial Hall in his previous life and seen this guy's photo, perhaps he would not have had any intersection with this guy in this life, but why did he suddenly come to Sichuan? Remember that before the Wuchang Uprising, he should have been in developed areas such as Shanghai?
"Yang Qiu?" Even though he was pointed at with a gun, Mr. Song remained calm. He glanced at Yang Qiu and nodded, "So you are the Yang Qiu who captured Du Laoliu single-handedly and seized a machine gun and hundreds of rifles. It's true that a young man is a hero with extraordinary skills."
It's only been one day and one night!
Was information communication so advanced in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China? Even this person has heard of his name, this is really fun! Why not try to build a relationship with Boss Song, or kneel down and betray and join the party?
Yang Qiu, who was thinking about it, finally held back. Not to mention that he had poked the man's head a few more times with the gun just now, just the fact that he had accidentally killed Wang Tianjie just now was already a life-and-death feud. Now even if this gentleman was willing to accept him, what could he do after he went there? Be his bodyguard or an errand boy?
Besides, this guy won't live long! When he dies, who knows how many people will come to settle accounts with him! So Yang Qiu immediately lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "Oh, it seems that being a celebrity... is really not easy!"
“Puff.”
It was the first time that Miao Luo, who was holding two guns, heard such a witty remark. He couldn't help laughing. His two small dimples made the atmosphere a little more relaxed. Perhaps he felt that he had lost control, the girl's cheeks immediately flushed, and her eyes looking at Yang Qiu became more fierce.
Women are really unreasonable! Yang Qiu smiled in his heart, then turned his head and said, "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. I didn't expect Mr. Song Jiaoren to come all the way to Chengdu. It seems that Sichuan is really going to be in turmoil this time."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people around him suddenly changed. No one expected that Yang Qiu would reveal Song Jiaoren's identity in one sentence. Miao Luo's heart was beating wildly and he didn't know what to do.
She had already figured out that Yang Qiu was hiding here because he was being hunted, so as long as Mr. Song's identity was kept secret, nothing serious would happen. But she didn't expect that the biggest secret would be revealed! Thinking of this guy's current reputation, she didn't dare to breathe anymore, and her hands tightly grasped the two guns. She had already made up her mind that as soon as she had the chance, she would immediately make seven or eight holes in the body of this "evil thief" who flirted with her, caused her to lose her mind, and held Mr. Song hostage.
Deng Xiaoke beside him was even more dumbfounded. He never thought that Yang Qiu, an ordinary soldier of the Hubei New Army, would recognize Song Jiaoren! Could it be that he was a member of the Communist Party?
Song Jiaoren, on the other hand, remained calm and said with a smile: "I see that you are very skilled and definitely not an ordinary person. Why don't you join me in overthrowing the Qing Dynasty and restoring the prosperity of China?"
To win me over? Hearing the voices outside fade away, Yang Qiu, who didn't want to continue to pester, breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to get involved in this mess, because reincarnation is not omnipotent, and foresight may not be able to handle this chaotic era with so many talented people. As for the data machine, he simply forgot about it. That thing is simply useless before he has a strong industrial base!
But he always felt uncomfortable with some words in his heart, so he simply asked back: "Mr. Song said it well, but Yang Qiu has a few doubts, I hope Mr. Song can give me some advice."
Without waiting for Song Jiaoren to speak, Yang Qiu continued to ask: "After you overthrow the Qing Dynasty, how should you disintegrate the Beiyang clique with its heavy military power? How should you deal with the foreign powers surrounding you and the concessions everywhere, the unequal treaties pressing down on you, and the weak and poor people unable to resist? How should you distribute the power of the alliance, the progress, the literature, the Green Gang, and the Hong Gang? You are entangled in foreign debts and have huge ships and cannons roaming the seas. You don't think that Mr. Sun Yat-sen will forgive the debts just because you shouted a few times and washed dishes for the foreign masters, right? How should you deal with this?"
"One last question."
Perhaps it was because he had just visited the memorial hall in his previous life, or because these guys were unable to achieve true national unification after the revolution, resulting in the tragic situation of warlord separatism, Yang Qiu became more and more angry as he spoke, and he was actually into the play. He narrowed his eyes and scanned everyone with sharp blades, and said heavily: "If any of the above four cannot be solved, the country will inevitably fall into civil strife. At that time, warlords will be separatist, and foreign powers will intervene. Four hundred million brothers and sisters will be slaughtered in the war. How will you face the suffering people and how will you deal with it?"
Just four questions made Song Jiaoren and Deng Xiaoke so shocked that they couldn't cope with it. They didn't expect that this guy, who was said to be just an ordinary baggage soldier in the Hubei New Army, could see the current situation so clearly.
"Sir, if you have an answer, please send someone to Wuhan to tell me. Then Yang Qiu will be willing to help you." Seeing that Song Jiaoren had stopped talking, Yang Qiu grabbed him while he was thinking, and walked to the door under the eager eyes of the Miao brothers and sisters. After looking outside, he said, "Thank you for your help today."
Then he glanced at Miao Luo, whose face was as handsome as lotus and full of heroic spirit, and said with a smile, "The girl looks much better when she smiles than when she has a cold face." He didn't expect that this evil villain would flirt with him before leaving. Miao Luo's breathing, which had just started to be even, became rapid again.
"My dear, since you are responsible for protecting Mr. Song, I have something to say to you." Before Miao Luo could lose his temper, Yang Qiu continued to say to Miao Yuan: "Don't go out on March 20! Remember! Remember!"
"Don't go out on March 20?" Miao Yuan and Miao Luo were still wondering what this meant, but Yang Qiu had already opened the door and rushed out. By the time they ran to the door to support Song Jiaoren, there was no figure outside.
"Yang Qiu!" Song Jiaoren, who finally came to his senses, looked at the empty alley, frowned, and repeated it several times before slowly raising his head: "Brother Deng, do you know the details of this Yang Qiu?"
After the false alarm, Deng Xiaoke finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Yang Qiu's words just now deeply pierced his heart. When he heard Song Jiaoren's question, he shook his head and said, "I only know that he is a soldier of the Hubei New Army who escorted weapons to Chengdu. I don't know anything else. But from what I saw today... this person doesn't seem to be what the outside world said."
Song Jiaoren nodded. If Yang Qiu was really a running dog of the Qing Dynasty as the outside world said, he should not have missed such a good opportunity to catch him. Moreover, the four questions he asked just now were very direct to the heart, and even he could not cope with them, let alone those asked by an ordinary soldier. But just when he was about to ask Miao Yuan to notify Wuchang to check the details, there was another hurried knock on the door.
After Miao Luo saw who was coming and opened the door, Wu Yuzhang, another important leader of the Tongmenghui in Sichuan, rushed in and said anxiously, "Mr. Song, it's bad. Comrade Wang Tianjie was just killed by Yang Qiu on the street!"
"What!"
The shocking news made Song Jiaoren and Deng Xiaoke look at each other in surprise. Who is this Yang Qiu...?
