The Republic of Heroes

The early summer of the 17th year of the Republic of China was very hot and early. Jingfeng passed Jinzhou Station, and a blue steel express was galloping south with a strange scream. The soot and steam from the chimney at the front of the car pulled out a long white trail dragon.There are only eight of these blue cars in the entire Far East. Originally, Jinpu Road operated high-end trains exclusively for foreign guests. However, after the army entered the customs in the 13th year of the Republic of China, the traffic on Jinpu Road was cut off and had to be operated in sections. This is a rarity. All of the high-end goods lost their usefulness, and they were all pulled down by Mr. Zhang to Fengtian. Except for the special train assigned to the key personnel of Fengjun, the remaining one was handed over to Jingfeng Road for operation.

Based on such a calculation, the passengers in the car were all on the special train of warlord level at this time, but the atmosphere in the car was quite disharmonious, without the joy and excitement of riding high-end goods.

"The world is getting more and more chaotic this year. I heard that Marshal Zhang in Beijing can hardly stand it anymore. The revolutionary army in the south has already passed Jinan!"

"Bah! What National Revolutionary Army? I don't see much difference from Zhang Zongchang and Wu Peifu, they are all the same. If it is really for the country and the people, you can let the little Japanese burn, kill and loot in Jinan?"

A young man with round glasses and a beige suit became extremely excited when he heard someone talking about the Revolutionary Army. His left arm kept waving up and down because of the excitement, and the newspaper in his hand was rattling.

Someone retorted: "I heard that the revolutionary army in the south believes in Mr. Sun's Three People's Principles. This time they went north to defeat the warlords. Although the number is small, their combat effectiveness is more than several times stronger than that of the Beiyang warlords! Wu Peifu, Sun Chuanfang's hundreds of thousands of troops were beaten to pieces..."

Immediately there was booing in the carriage. This is the site ruled by the Beiyang warlord, Marshal Zhang. If such blunt words were heard by the military police, they might be arrested and imprisoned as red elements.

The young man with round glasses sneered, and pointed out: "If you overthrow the old warlord, can they become new warlords?" His words were also extremely sharp, and people pricked up their ears to hear what he had to say.

"It's not because of the ability of our own people to beat our own people. The Japanese sent troops to occupy Jinan, and the dignified National Revolutionary Army obediently offered up our land with both hands, allowing my father, fellow villagers to be slaughtered. The root cause is that they are afraid of angering the Japanese to obstruct Their big plan to enter Beijing! How can this kind of army that does not fight for the people of the country deserve to be called the National Revolutionary Army?"

The newspaper in his left hand had been torn into several pieces due to too much force, but it was still waving up and down.

At this time, a man of medium height walked over from the other side of the carriage and sat back in the seat that had been vacant for a long time, probably because he had just gone to the toilet.Listening to the radical words of the young man with round glasses, he casually said: "Not necessarily! The murdered Cai Gongshi fought hard with the Japanese side, even though his ears, nose and tongue were cut off, he still scolded him endlessly. He is a model for our generation!"

The young man with round glasses froze for a moment, his expression suddenly became solemn, and his penetrating eyes seemed to sparkle, "Cai Gong is high and righteous. He is outstanding through the ages, but he is a tragedy of a hero. He has become a victim of a new warlord. If General Wu is still leading the army, He will never allow such a tragedy to happen, and he will definitely call the Japanese blood for blood!"

The middle-sized man unbuttoned his black suit. After noon, the car was getting hot and stuffy. When he heard the man mentioning General Wu, his eyes lit up: "General Wu? Which General Wu is it?" A voice groaned with a smile: "Which General Wu could it be? Of course it's the General Wu in Shangxiaoxialiangziwei!"

The owner of the voice was a middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket. He had a square face and a broad forehead, and his gestures were calm and airy. He knew at a glance whether he was rich or expensive. After he finished speaking, he even winked at the middle-sized man.

The middle-sized man coughed dryly and stopped talking, while the curiosity of the other listeners was aroused.

"Mr. Xiao is talking about the general Wu who opened up Suidong and recovered Outer Mongolia?"

"Exactly!"

The young man with glasses uttered two words loudly.

Speaking of General Suidong Wu, everyone couldn't help but lose their minds for a while. Back then, when he was not as young as the weak champion, he dared to fight against foreigners and regained the formerly lost Vladivostok and Heilongjiang, and even took back Outer Mongolia.It's just that good people don't get rewarded. The foreigners banded together to drive him out, and all the gentlemen of the Beiyang central government wanted to get rid of him quickly.

The young man with glasses raised his voice, and his voice was a little out of tune: "General Wu was willing to give up all his glory, wealth and power for the sake of the country and the nation. In this regard, no warlord in the world can do it! No one can match him just in case! "

These words were excessive and disgusting, but none of the people in the carriage made any objection, some nodded and some sighed.

The middle-aged man with a square face and broad forehead smiled slightly, and touched the middle-sized man beside him with his elbow, but he shook his head with a wry smile, and whispered to himself: "Are you really willing to give up power and wealth? Not necessarily! It is forced by the situation!"

Although the voice was small, it was heard clearly by the people nearby, and someone immediately criticized it.

"This gentleman, don't speculate about General Wu with your own heart, thinking that he was going to be the governor of Hunan, but he didn't want the Chinese to fight the Chinese, and he abandoned that rich and rich land, but came to Niaobula Shit Suidong..."

The young man with glasses took up the conversation, "I heard it was the same. The general drove out the Russians in Suidong, and repelled the Japanese who coveted Vladivostok. He took in refugees, built factories, banks, and opened schools! All this, Which one of them is not dedicated to seeking the country and benefiting the people of the world? On the other hand, all the Ming Gongs in the pass are not busy expanding their territory, searching for the people's fat and anointing, and buying their own properties? If General Wu was forced to go to the field because of the situation, I also agree, but his resignation is definitely not for the safety of his own family. I have returned from studying in Suidong this time, and I know a thing or two about what happened back then. At that time, the Americans and Japanese threatened war. The Suidong Army It's not that there is no power to fight. Doing the battle of trapped beasts. Many heroes throughout the ages have followed suit, but the general chose to go down and leave in order to preserve the good situation between Suidong and Outer Mongolia. The general sacrificed himself in exchange for Suidong's Golden decade!"

Everyone in the carriage was just curious at first, but after hearing the incisive analysis and explanation of the young man with glasses, General Wu immediately became three-dimensional in their minds, and everyone was in awe.The young man with glasses looked dissatisfied at the middle-sized man, and said sarcastically:

"Sir, you really should judge talents by yourself. If you are put in such a desperate situation, how should you choose? I'm afraid you won't even be willing to throw away the suitcase at hand..." After finishing speaking, he looked at the bag next to his seat. Just a wicker box, laughing loudly, the people in the carriage are also in a commotion.

The middle-sized man didn't get angry because of the ridicule of the young man with glasses, he still smiled as usual, but a young man sitting behind him was full of anger and couldn't help but want to explode.