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    Disclaimer: This is a rhapsody that takes place in a parallel space and is purely fictitious!

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    "One piece."

    In front of the Red Mansion Memorial Hall in Wuhan, Yang Qiu, a tall man with a backpack on his back, stood out among the people queuing up to buy tickets. Several older girls in the tour group next to him kept moving towards him.

    After a lot of hustle and bustle, he finally entered the Xinhai Revolution Memorial Hall.

    ? Old photos and yellowed documents pass by and are engraved in our minds, silently describing the courage and pioneering spirit of the revolutionary pioneers in those vicissitudes of life.

    It is undeniable that their idea of ????transplanting political power from overseas was too simple. Because of their lack of long-term governance experience and the lack of strength at the time, the revolutionary achievements were gradually stolen by warlords.  From the road protection movement to the first shot in Wuchang, the Manchu dynasty was overthrown and the country was plunged into a quagmire. Beiyang was conquering the country and Nanyang was in chaos. The two major groups were restraining each other. Japan, the United States, the United Kingdom and other powers were attacking each other.  came over, eventually leading to disintegration and falling into chaos.

    It was a fascinating era. It was an era of changes that had not happened in China for three thousand years. There were too many strange things. People in the new society could never understand what happened under that turbulent tide.

    After shaking his head and getting rid of these distracting thoughts, Yang Qiu was suddenly attracted by the two old guns in the window in the distance.

    "Browning m1911!"

    As a retired soldier, Yang Qiu's love for guns cannot be described in words, so he immediately reviewed the essence of the wars of that era. The old guns seemed to have come to life, recounting the wars he experienced in his ears.  .

    "Young man, do you like it?"

    Suddenly, a voice sounded from the side. Yang Qiu turned around and saw that a middle-aged man wearing a black top hat came to him at some point. The exaggerated and retro hat made him look a little funny.

    "Yeah." Yang Qiu nodded without concealment. As long as he is a military fan, it is estimated that no one will give the second answer.

    "Young man, are you here alone?"

    "Yes, coming with a group is called traveling, but coming alone is called worshiping."

    "Worship! Okay, what a worship, but unfortunately not many people are willing to come now." The man laughed, and suddenly waved his hands, and Yang Qiu felt that the world in front of him suddenly spun, and then he lost all consciousness.

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    "Wake up, wake up!"

    Under the scorching sun, more than a dozen large horse-drawn carriages were lined up on the official road from Hubei to Guang'an. The carriages were tightly wrapped in oilcloth, and it could only be seen from their appearance that most of them were long boxes.

    There are no marks on the carriage, and most of the people escorting the carriage next to it are wearing unlined clothes. They are more like the escorts of the escort agency. However, these "escorts" all carry long guns on their backs, with big braids coiled around their necks, and have solid figures.  , his eyes were shining, and he looked quite sharp.

    In the center of the motorcade, more than a dozen "escorts" gathered around, some fanned people and some brought water to protect the young people in the same attire in the center of the circle.  Even with such an unexpected incident, these "escorts" were not at all confused. They rescued people and looked after them. At first glance, they were well-trained people.

    Yang Qiu only felt that someone was shouting in his ears, but the dialect sounded vague. He thought he had reached Naihe Bridge. He tried hard to open his eyelids, but found that there was a group of big men with spears gathered in front of him. What was even weirder was  This group of people are actually wearing whips!

    This scene surprised him greatly. Could it be that a crew was filming at the Xinhai Revolution Hall in the Red Mansion in Wuhan?

    "Huzi, you are too weak. The sun can't stand it. I really don't know how you got into our new army."

    "Silence!"

    As soon as a bearded man started to grin, a strong man next to him stopped him. He looked around nervously, and after realizing that there was no one around, he scolded: "Stop talking nonsense and help him up."

    The big men helped Yang Qiu up with all their hands. After drinking two mouthfuls of water, he finally felt some strength. He looked at the mountains all around and asked gratefully: "Thank you, brothers, what are you filming again?"  Where is this?"

    "Filming"

    Yang Qiu's question made the big men around him confused. You stared at me and I looked at you, all dumbfounded. After a while, the strong man who seemed to be leading the team asked nervously: "Huzi, you  What's wrong? But you kowtowed when you fell down just now?"

    ¡°Come on, come on, let¡¯s help you over and take a rest, we¡¯re not in a hurry now.¡±

    Yang Qiu was a little bored, where was this? But at this time, he only felt thatMy mouth was dry, I was anxious and speechless, so I could only point to the water bowl in the hand of the young man with a baby face next to me.

    "Brother Yang, drink slowly." The baby-faced boy quickly handed over the water bowl. Yang Qiu took it and was about to drink the water when he suddenly found an unfamiliar face in the water. He looked about twenty-one or twelve years old.  He looked pretty handsome, but he was wearing the same military uniform, and there wasa big shiny braid around his neck!

    "What's going on, who am I"

    As he thought, a pain that he had never experienced before suddenly hit him. Yang Qiu felt as if a big firecracker had been lit in his head. It exploded so much that he wished he could immediately go down the cliff not far away.  Jump.

    "Tiger, tiger!"

    Just when Yang Qiu felt that his vision went dark and countless strange messages came pouring in, bursts of nervous shouts rang out in his ears, and then he lost consciousness again.

    The mountain road is long and the night breeze is blowing.

    Yang Qiu and the baby-faced soldier were sitting by the fire camp together, looking sluggish.

    Traveled through time!

    This is really weird!

    He only remembered that he was on a business trip to Wuhan and visited the Red Mansion 1911 Revolution Museum on a whim. He met a middle-aged man and asked why he came to visit alone.

    I said it myself, if you come with a group, it¡¯s a trip, but if you come alone, it¡¯s a worship!  The middle-aged man was very happy, saying that Yang Qiu was one of the few young people in the age of materialism who could spontaneously worship the martyrs, and then forgot everything.

    When you wake up again, you will be on the road of Shu.

    Yang Qiu is still Yang Qiu, but his identity has become a soldier in the supply camp of the Eighth Town of the Hubei New Army. It is a typical time to lean over and travel, but the question is what is the use of coming to this era?

    Can you master the Republic of China if you know something about modern military affairs?  No joke!

    "Huzi, eat something."

    At noon, the chirping bearded man came over and interrupted Yang Qiu's thoughts. He handed him and the baby face two pieces of hot and dark steamed buns respectively, then he walked to the side and said with a smile: "What's up?  , a person changes after a fall, does he miss his wife?"

    The bearded man is called Ma Kui, who is Yang Qiu's lifelong comrade. The black-faced strong man is the leader of everyone, and is in charge of Xiao Anguo. The baby-faced man next to him is called Bingwen, only 17 years old, and Yang Qiu  They joined the army in the same year, and the two were best buddies in the army.  But what is strange is that a bearded Ma Kui, a native of Hebei, actually came to Hubei to serve as a soldier, and he joined the Hubei New Army, which has a higher level of knowledge than China currently has.

    "Thank you, Brother Ma."

    "Thank you. You were seriously ill a few days ago and didn't rest. You also ran around with us old men for three days and three nights. You are tired." Ma Kuihu grinned and made a few non-vegetarian jokes.  He comforted: "Have a good sleep, it'll be fine. I, Ma Kui, don't have much else, but I have a lot of strength. At worst, I will carry you to Chengdu on my back."

    "Chengdu? Are we going to Chengdu?"

    "Brother Yang, what are you" The baby-faced Bingwen's hands trembled and he looked at Yang Qiu in surprise. The latter quickly pretended to have a headache and pointed at his forehead: "I knocked my head when I fell to the ground just now.  The pain is so severe that I can¡¯t remember some things for a while.¡±

    ¡°Then don¡¯t think about it, I¡¯ll tell you.¡±

    Bingwen and Yang Qiu joined the army in the same year. Since they were young, Yang Qiu took care of them, so they felt even more nervous when they heard about it, and they always felt that something was wrong.  But Ma Kui was straightforward and not as meticulous as Bingwen, so he didn't have any doubts. After all, he was too familiar with Yang Qiu in front of him, so he explained patiently.

    While the bearded Ma Kui was chattering, Yang Qiu felt that the surrounding mountain wind was getting colder and colder. It turned out that he had guessed something, and the vigorous Sichuan road protection movement had begun!

    After the Qing government ordered the nationalization of the Han-Chuan Railway two months ago, large-scale protests broke out in Sichuan. Fueled by the Revolutionary Party, this fire has become a prairie fire. Ten days ago, the Railway Shareholders Meeting even called for armed resistance.  Zhao Erfeng, the new governor of Sichuan, urgently asked the court for help. After learning the news, the court immediately ordered the Hubei New Army to escort a thousand Hanyang soldiers into Sichuan.

    Counting on fingers, it is now nearly a month before the road protection movement turns into an armed conflict, and more than two months before the 1911 Wuchang Uprising. But who can understand the situation better than Yang Qiu, who just visited the 1911 Revolution Memorial Hall in his previous life?  , a road protection movement is already in full swing, Sichuan is about to be in chaos, and the Wuchang Uprising is also close at hand!

    Now that we are escorting guns and ammunition into Sichuan, wouldn¡¯t we become Zhao Erfeng¡¯s accomplice and a lackey of the Qing court?  !  Of course Yang Qiu didn't want to go. He wasn't afraid of being a lackey for a while. What he was afraid of was that Sichuan was now in chaos. With only two platoons of escort troops in the transport camp, there would be many crises along the way

    Yang Qiu was not afraid of fighting, but he felt an inexplicable familiarity and excitement after touching the gun, because he had been a soldier in his previous life, and he was still a front-line frontline reconnaissance force. He had been stationed in the dangerous Karakoram Mountains, and in the rain forests of Myanmar.  He captured a drug lord and fought on the China-Afghanistan border. Later, he was injured in the leg during an operation to suppress separatists and had to be demobilized. Fortunately, he later received the title of combat hero under the personal care of his division commander. After he recovered from his injuries, he was classified as a professional officer.  The salary was assigned to Shanghai Volkswagen Factory as a middle-level manager.

    But the problem is, these days we have neither Kevlar body armor nor advanced communication equipment, not even helmets. In summer, we only have single clothes on our bodies. People in their fifties can barely be considered a militia team. There are at least thousands of militia groups.  What's the difference between rushing into the Chengdu mud pit with a gun and the support of Tibetan chieftains and seeking death?

    Yang Qiu is very angry. If there is no one, he will definitely jump up and curse!  Forget it if you, Zhao Erfeng, can't handle Sichuan, forget it if you, Ruifeng, want to take credit and get the Hubei New Army to take action!  But why should I, a time-traveling party who hasn't even figured out the year, month and day of the Western calendar, take a big bag of "**" and plunge into this cesspool?

    And the black-faced Xiao Anguo is also confused. You just pull out a full battalion, use Maxim machine guns to clear the way, and escort mountain artillery to the left and right. Wouldn't it be simple, but why do you have to escort incognito? Is this called a military supplies escort?  It¡¯s almost the same as the underground party.

    Speaking of the current situation in Sichuan, Ma Kui also looked nervous. Even though the bearded man was talking excitedly, Yang Qiu, who had been a scout and was very careful, could easily see that every time this guy said  When I go to the revolutionary party and militia over there, my thumbs always shrink unconsciously.

    No wonder the Hubei New Army surrendered to the Kuomintang in the end. Even the Swedish side was slaughtered by soldiers and surrounded by thousands of guns and tens of thousands of Kuomintang and militia groups. Acting as a hero is nothing but a fool's errand!

    Rebellion, rebel immediately, and join the revolutionary party!  Waitthe Democratic Party seems to have no future either!

    This is life-threatening!

    As night rose, Yang Qiu was hesitant. It would be fine if the escort was okay, but what should he do if something happened?  A thousand Mauser plus bullets is a bundle of fuses that ignites Sichuan's powder keg. If the Democratic Party finds out, I am afraid that it will be surrounded by thousands of people tomorrow morning. At that time, should I abandon the dark side and join the revolutionary torrent, or bite the bullet and do it?  A Manchu lackey?

    "Okay, that's all."

    The bearded Ma Kui stood up and patted Yang Qiu and Bingwen on the shoulders: "One of you came back from a foreign school in the Shanghai Concession, and the other is a new student. You are still a kid who doesn't know what is going on outside, so don't  It's strange that the old horse is nagging, but don't show off on this journey, don't think that we have a few guns, if we really enter Sichuan, it won't be enough for others to chew the grain!"

    "By the way, change our clothes before setting off tomorrow morning. We must not let others see that we are the new army. If not we will all be finished." The bearded man patted his butt and left, looking at the people under the reflection of the fire.  Yang Qiu and Bingwen looked at this thin back figure, and their hearts were shocked for no reason. From these last words, they could tell that Ma Kui and these New Army soldiers knew exactly what was going to happen.

    After Bingwen handed the kettle to Yang Qiu, he also lost interest in talking. He hugged his Mauser and leaned against the stone wall. Yang Qiu held the burnt buns and couldn't swallow them. Tomorrow

    "Are a group of anti-Qing heroes born, or is it a Manchu cannon fodder that dies on the streets of Chengdu?!" Under the confusion of thoughts, Yang Qiu slowly leaned back. Suddenly, he felt as if his butt was hit by something hard, and he grabbed it with his right hand.  .

    He was stunned for a moment.

    This is a yellowing military backpack. Of course, it is not the shoulder bag of later generations, but more like the cloth schoolbag with a red five-pointed star on the shoulder in the 1950s and 1960s. Every soldier in the new army was issued one.  , which can be used to store personal items when marching.

    The key point is not the marching bag, but the contents in the bag are really surprising. According to old Yang Qiu¡¯s memory, the bag only contained a few changes of clothes when setting off, but now there are not only two more Coles in it.  Special m1911a1 and several magazines, as well as something like a pda.

    How is this going?

    Seeing that everyone was asleep, Yang Qiu immediately opened the PDA quietly, and a line of small words appeared on the screen after a flash.  "Young man, I hope these are useful to you." This sentence reminded him of the middle-aged man wearing a funny hat, and he immediately looked at it carefully.

    After the writing, there is a series of instructions for use, and then there are miniature drawings one after another, ranging from ordinary revolvers to large battleships and aircraft carriers.

    But this high-end gadget, which is said to be usable in the sun and can withstand bullets fired at close range, not only did Yang Qiu not feel happy, it actually made him furious!

    You might as well give me the equipment and manpower to make them.??!

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