In the fifth year of the Republic of China, November 8th, October 11th in the lunar calendar, was the beginning of winter.

Winter in the fifth year of the Republic of China seems to have come earlier and colder than in previous years. On the afternoon of the beginning of winter, a slippery east wind brought a day of dark clouds. The weather suddenly became a little warmer. When it was about to turn on the lights, the wind became lighter, and the sky

Sparse snowflakes fell. The snowflakes fell not much and turned into small snowflakes, which made a soft sound and fell white on the ground. The flat asphalt road was covered with a thin layer of snow, which was a little dazzling by the street lights.

Occasionally, a car passes by, its light shines from a distance, and the small snow particles are a little yellowish in the light, like thousands of gold sands sprinkled on it. As we approach the Xinhua Gate area, the road is originally very wide, and the thin snow makes the eyes wide open and refreshed.

, and everything seems to be more holy. The Chang'an archway, the gate tower of Xinhua Gate, and the red wall of Nanhai are all wearing plain crowns, with red pillars and red walls, quietly showing the dignity of the old capital under the light.

Here and now, this scene only makes people feel that there are no residents in this huge Beijing, it is just a jade palace, only the street trees on both sides of the road are silently catching the snow. But for many people, there is no such thing.

When they looked at these beautiful scenery and saw the "Jade Road" in front of them, they just wanted to run home to escape the snow and cold.

However, despite this, there are still some people hurriedly walking on the street, and on this sparsely traveled road, there is a young man wearing a woolen coat walking on the roadside carrying a box. But he

I didn't walk very fast. Although the snow on the ground was not thick, when I lifted my feet, a thick layer would stick to the soles in a while. When I stamped on it, it would stick to the soles again. The snow particles when they first fell were very small, but they were heavy and weighty.

He was holding his feet and was blinded, so he didn't walk very fast. The snow particles hitting his body were not easy to melt, and a thin layer had accumulated on his shoulders.

Every time he walked a certain distance, he would stop. After looking left and right, he would stand on the side of the road and look at what was posted on the wall. It was a leaflet. It was a propaganda leaflet.

However, when he was posting flyers, he looked left and right from time to time. When he was in Xicheng, he felt that there was a bicycle following him behind him. When he arrived at West Chang'an Street, the street was quieter, and he felt that there was a bicycle behind him.

Following - the vehicle rolled through the thin snow. Although the sound was not loud, it could be heard.

When he heard the sound of the car, he quickly picked up the box and continued walking forward, but he still felt that someone was following him. Was it the police? The young man frowned and continued walking forward. When he arrived at the front gate of Nanhai, the street was so

Kuan. The bicycle was still following closely behind him. He deliberately stopped and patted the snow on his shoulder. When he stopped, a bicycle passed by the car. The people on the car passed by.

He also looked back at the young man.

The young man also glanced at the people in the car. He could tell at a glance that they were from the plainclothes detective team of the Capital Police Department. Although the military and police seemed to be of the same family, he had never had any dealings with these people, but he knew

Their look and appearance looked familiar to him: green coat, woolen hat, the hat was worn very low. Moreover, when he borrowed it, he turned into an alley.

"Being targeted?"

Thinking of this, the young man became alert, but now it was too late, he saw that he had posted a leaflet.

But why not catch yourself?

Hesitating, the young man picked up the box again and walked forward. But after he walked a hundred meters, he felt that he was being watched again. At the intersection of Nanchang Street, he took advantage of the opportunity to turn and walked backwards.

After glancing away, he saw that the man was still following him. He almost forgot about the snow on the ground, and put more force on his feet, naturally making his speed much faster.

In this silver-covered world, there is no place for young people to sit, and there is no place for their youth to go; in this vast white world, only hungry birds and desperate people know what it means to lament.

Where to go?

This becomes a problem. Don't even think about going back to the military camp! The target must not be exposed! Maybe he didn't catch himself, but just wanted to find out.

Going to a small shop?

No! With the clothes he was wearing, entering the shop would arouse even more suspicion.

Go to a bigger store?

He couldn't afford to go. As an ordinary soldier, he only had five dollars in his hand.

Going to the bathhouse?

Come to the door at twelve o'clock, you can't stay overnight.

There is nowhere to go.

Because I had nowhere to go, I felt more and more embarrassed.

In order not to reveal his identity, and not to expose his comrades in the military camp, the young man holding a hand full of leaflets did not know where he was going.

Unknowingly, he came to Zhonghai. When he got to the bridge, the left and right sides were empty, and at first glance, they were all covered with snowflakes. Only then did he seem to understand that the snow had not stopped yet. He touched his head and saw that the woolen hat was already covered with snowflakes.

Very wet, the reason why I wear this hat is to prevent the bald head from betraying my identity.

There was no one on the bridge, not even the policeman was hiding. A few electric lights were blinking because of the snowflakes. The young man looked at the snow outside and felt confused.

He stood on the bridge for a long time. The world seemed to have died. There was no sound or movement. The gray snowflakes seemed to have had a chance. They fell in panic and briskly, trying to cover up the world without anyone noticing.

Buried. In this silence, the young man who found that he had nowhere to go was thinking about his whereabouts.

Where to go?

Suddenly, the young man's eyes lit up and he went to school!

Yes, when you go to university, you will naturally not expose your comrades in the military camp. Thinking of this, the young man picked up his legs and walked back very quickly. The bicycle behind him followed him leisurely.

While the young men and plainclothes detectives in the city were catching cats and mice, in the barracks of the First Corps of Internal Affairs Forces on the outskirts of Beijing, although it was also snowing heavily, the headquarters of the Corps was still bustling with activity.

In the basement, dozens of young officers and soldiers were printing leaflets.

In the past two months, these young soldiers have been so busy, printing leaflets with simple mimeograph machines day and night. The cost of printing leaflets was saved by the soldiers from their military life, and of course there are some secrets

Donate.

It was with the printing of these leaflets that those mimeographed leaflets flew all over the streets of Beijing and were posted all over the capital:

"I accuse—the truth about China!"

"The Destiny of China"

"Strive for national rights abroad, fight for civil rights at home!"

Leaflets like this have been distributed and posted everywhere in the past two months. The contents of these leaflets are extremely concise. They all use extremely simple language to demand the improvement of civil rights at home, struggle for family rights abroad, and the improvement of people's lives at home.

Citizens are equal. Oppose corruption, require tough diplomacy with foreign countries, and oppose foreign compromise.

With the spread of these leaflets and the posting of leaflets, the political situation in Beijing has changed. The Presidential Office has repeatedly reprimanded the Beijing Police Department for strict investigation, and the State Council has also held a special meeting, hoping to investigate this, but it seems that there is no

What effect? ​​To be precise, the police have not found the source until now.

Even for the policemen of the Capital Police Department, they never thought that the source of all this was actually in the military camp, and in the internal affairs army camp.

"We must strive to print one million leaflets. Once the action is launched, the people in the capital will be able to have one copy per person!"

Looking through the stacks of leaflets that had just been printed, Jiang Zhiqing said to the officer in charge of printing the leaflets.

If, a month ago, he was still a little hesitant, then now, he would not have any hesitation. A month ago, two guests came to the military camp, and the two guests from "the city" expressed politely

.They already know the actions of the young officers of the Internal Affairs Force. Although they do not agree with launching a military coup, they do not object to "the actions of young officers standing up for the country at critical moments", and they "understand the patriotism of young officers."

heart".

Later, after the two guests left, one of them gave him a check for two hundred thousand dollars. What did all this mean?

It means that their actions are supported by "the city", which shows that the cause of justice is never lonely.

"The "Letter to All Compatriots" will also be printed. When the time comes..."

Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps came from outside, and then an officer rushed into the basement, interrupting Jiang Zhiqing's words, "Sir, Prime Minister, the Prime Minister will go to Tianjin tomorrow!"

The officer's words only made the people in the room slightly stunned. The young soldiers who were printing leaflets stopped their work and turned their eyes to their commander.

Jiang Zhiqing let out a sigh of relief after hearing the news. He looked at everyone and squeezed out a smile.

"Comrades, keep working hard!"

The trumpet has sounded!

Because of the light snow, the sky seems to be getting bright earlier. As the end of the year approaches, many people buy chickens and feed them, and the chickens crow several times more than before. Chickens crow everywhere, which is like a good year with auspicious snow.

But Li Siqin didn't sleep well all night. In the second half of the night, he endured a few naps. He was in a daze, as if he couldn't sleep, rising and falling like floating on water, and felt restless. The more he slept, the colder he became.

Hearing the faint crow of a rooster, he took a nap in the study until he couldn't hold it any longer.

Patience and waiting will always make people feel very anxious, and even make people feel a little uneasy.

After finally waiting until daybreak, through the window, Li Siqin vaguely felt that maybe there would be the sound of cart wheels and the shouts of drivers on the street. He sat up. Although there was heating in the room, he didn't know why today.

He still felt a little cold while sitting, so he stood up, put on his clothes, opened the door a little and looked outside.

The snow was not that thick, and it probably stopped falling in the middle of the night. The sky seemed to be clear, but it was so gray that it was hard to see clearly. There was even a thin layer of gray shadow on the snow. Looking towards the courtyard, he saw

Even though the footprints I left last night were buried in snow again, I could still clearly see the pits.

"Why!"

Standing in the courtyard, looking at the snowy scene in the courtyard, young Li Siqin let out a long sigh. Today, this morning, the young master is going to Tianjin to see off the expeditionary force. This originally seemed to be no big deal.

Today it has a different meaning.

No one knows that there are nearly ten thousand people in the suburbs of Beijing waiting for this moment to come. After the Prime Minister leaves the city, they will take action. Is it just them?

No, this is a top-down unified action, an action sweeping the country.

Is the action likely to succeed?

Thinking that he had been involved in the action, Li Siqin sighed again in his heart. The reason why he was involved in it was for the young master, well, it was also for the country.

If the action is successful, then the constraints that the young man once faced at the central and local levels will be dissipated, and the entire country will initiate an unprecedented change based on the young master's will. By then...by then, the country will

It will become stronger very quickly.

Is this right or wrong?

Now, Li Siqin is no longer willing to consider these issues. He has already considered these issues too many times. It was those considerations that made him decide to get involved, even...
To be continued...