Chapter 8 March 20 Do not go out, remember!

Miao Luo had never seen an army combat style that combined techniques such as Muay Thai. He only felt his thigh being held down, and then someone fiercely dug into the inner side of his thigh. Not only did he experience a wave of soreness and numbness in his sensitive area, but it also felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away

Mr. Song believes that Deng Xiaoke would not betray him, so he quickly grabs the former to prevent him from taking risks, and turns to the woman beside him saying: "Miss Miao Luo, I appreciate your help"

Deng Xiaoke also sighed and changed his tone to ask: "Sir, this time you have come, I wonder..."

Upon seeing his sister being thrown out, the man from the Han dynasty was anxious to draw his gun. However, to his surprise, the person who had fallen after his sister executed a move that is looked down upon by those in the martial world, known as the "donkey roll." By the time the figure came to a halt, a dark, ominous gun barrel was already aimed at Mr. Song's forehead

Then he glanced at the girl beside him, who resembled a hibiscus, with a spirited demeanor, and said with a smile: "You look much more beautiful when you smile than when you have a cold expression." Unexpectedly, this scoundrel still wanted to be flirtatious before leaving, causing Miao Luo's previously steady breathing to become rapid once again

Song Jiaoren nodded slightly. If Yang Qiuzhen were truly the Qing dynasty's lackey as the outside world claimed, he should not let such a good opportunity to capture him slip away. Moreover, his four questions just now struck at the heart of the matter, leaving even himself somewhat at a loss, which was not something an ordinary soldier could have asked. Just as he was about to have Miao Yuan notify Wuchang to investigate the details, a series of urgent knocks sounded from outside the door

If it were not for having visited the Xinhai Revolution Memorial Hall in a previous life and seen this fellow's photograph, perhaps he would never have crossed paths with this individual in this lifetime. But why did he suddenly come to Sichuan? I remember that before the Wuchang Uprising, he should have been in Shanghai, waiting in the more developed regions.

Reeling oneself in? Hearing the distant sounds outside, Yang Qiu, who no longer wished to entangle himself further, let out a slight sigh of relief. He had originally not intended to wade into this murky water, as reincarnation is not a panacea; even those with foresight may not be able to navigate this chaotic era filled with exceptional talents. As for the data machine, he had completely forgotten about it; that thing was utterly useless until he had a powerful industrial base of his own

"Sister, protect Mr. Song." The burly man sitting nearby immediately drew his gun and jumped up, while the woman quickly ran to Mr. Song's side, drawing her pistol to guard him on both sides

Moreover, this fellow does not have long to live! Once he dies, who knows how many people will come looking for him to settle accounts! Thus, Yang Qiu immediately lowered his head and sighed: "Alas, it seems that being a celebrity... is indeed not easy!"

On March 20, "Don't go out?" Miao Yuan and Miao Luo were still puzzled by what this meant when Yang Qiu had already opened the door and rushed out. By the time they reached the door to support Song Jiaoren, there was no longer any trace of him outside

Mr. Song

As soon as this statement was made, the expressions of several people nearby changed dramatically; no one had expected Yang Qiu to reveal Song Jiaoren's identity so directly. Miao Luo's heart raced, leaving her at a loss for what to do

A mere four questions, yet they left Song Jiaoren and Deng Xiaoke in a state of shock, unable to respond in time. They had not anticipated that this individual, who was said to be just an ordinary logistics soldier among the Hubei New Army, could perceive the situation with such clarity

"Do not panic, do not panic." Deng Xiaoke was also taken aback upon seeing this; he knew that if something happened to Mr. Song here, he would likely not be able to save his own life. He quickly calmed the three individuals and said, "Mr. Song, rest assured, this place is remote and there is a opium den ahead, the constables will definitely not come here to search. Let me go and see what has happened."

Previously, she had already realized that Yang Qiu was hiding here because he was being pursued, so as long as the secret of Mr. Song's identity was kept safe, there should not be any major issues. However, she did not expect that the biggest secret would be revealed in one breath! Considering this person's current reputation, she did not dare to breathe a word, and her hands tightly gripped the two guns. Her heart had already made up its mind; as soon as there was an opportunity, she would immediately shoot this scoundrel who had taken advantage of her and caused her to lose her composure, putting seven or eight holes in the body of the 'villain' who was holding Mr. Song hostage.

There is one last question

Recalling the earlier address, Yang Qiu suddenly remembered who this fellow was

"Brother, why waste so many words with him?" Miss Miao Luo quickly closed the door and ran over with a gun to help, her beautiful eyes seemingly ready to burst into flames, radiating an astonishing anger.

Governor of Sichuan

This was the first time Miao Luo, holding dual pistols, had heard such a playful remark, and she couldn't help but laugh. The two small dimples slightly eased the atmosphere, but feeling that she had lost her composure, the young lady's cheeks immediately flushed with a rosy hue, and her gaze towards Yang Qiu became even more piercing.

Hmph, incompetent, inept, traitorous

On the contrary, Song Jiaoren remained unperturbed and smiled, saying: "I see that you possess extraordinary skills, far from being an ordinary person. Why not abandon the darkness and embrace the light, joining me in overthrowing the Qing Dynasty? Would it not be delightful to restore the splendid rivers and mountains of China?"

At this moment, Yang Qiu truly saw the four individuals clearly. Aside from the gentleman in Western attire who was being held hostage by him, the man in the long gown next to him appeared to resemble a local gentry based on his clothing, while the burly man exuded a sense of valor.

"How could one not dare?" Mr. Song put down his teacup and praised, "Chuangshu News, initiating a new academic trend in Bashu. In times of crisis, with a single call to action, safeguarding the railway and the nation, Brother Deng's name has long spread across the land, who does not raise their thumb and exclaim 'what a great hero'

Hearing the sharp rebuke, Yang Qiu immediately cursed inwardly, as he had never expected that his opponent would actually be a woman! But it was too late to say anything now; he could only grit his teeth and forcefully thrust his shoulder, sending the utterly powerless Miao Luo flying away.

If you have an answer, you may send someone to Wuhan to inform me. At that time, Yang Qiu would be willing to hold the reins for you. Upon seeing Song Jiaoren fall silent, Yang Qiu pulled him, who was deep in thought, and walked to the door under the watchful eyes of the Miao siblings. After peeking outside, he said: Thank you for your assistance today.

The shadow was naturally Yang Qiu, who was in a panic and had run to this place. Upon arriving, he happened to see Miao Luo opening the door and peering out, so he rushed in without greeting, seeking refuge. To his surprise, the other party turned out to be a skilled fighter. He quickly stepped back half a pace, crouched down, and used his shoulder to block the sweeping kick. With his right hand, he thrust towards the inner thigh of his opponent, preparing to deliver a severe blow

Beside him, Deng Xiaoke was utterly astonished, never expecting that this ordinary new soldier from Hubei, Yang Qiu, would actually recognize Song Jiaoren! Could it be that he is a member of the party

"Rest assured, sir," said a woman named Miao Luo, nodding her head. She flicked her braided hair behind her and cautiously approached the courtyard gate with a revolver in hand. When she reached the door and leaned down to peek through the crack, noticing that there was no movement outside, she prepared to open the door for a better look. Just as she pulled back the latch, a shadow suddenly flashed past her.

What on earth is going on? Has my reputation truly reached the point of being like a rat in the street, universally despised and subject to public outcry?

Yang Qiu's thieving eyes kept scanning over her, and Miao Luoyin was on the verge of grinding her teeth to pieces. If it weren't for Mr. Song being captured by this villain, she would have risked her life to gouge out this guy's eyeballs.

Good tea is good tea, and I do not dare to claim to be a remarkable person

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Shameless

The astonishing news left Song Jiaoren and Deng Xiaoke staring at each other in bewilderment. Who exactly is this Yang Qiu...?

Miao Luo clearly saw that after the door was opened, another important leader of the Alliance in Sichuan, Wu Yuzhang, rushed in and said urgently: "Mr. Song, it is bad news. Comrade Wang Tianjie was just killed by Yang Qiu on the street!"

Indeed, women are unreasonable! Yang Qiu smiled inwardly, then turned her head and said: "It is a pleasure to meet you. I did not expect Mr. Song Jiaoren to travel all the way to Chengdu. It seems that Sichuan is truly facing some unrest this time."

"Brother Deng, you are too polite." Mr. Song took a sip of tea, allowing the flavor to linger in his mouth for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyebrows in admiration and said: "This tea embodies the purest essence of heaven and earth, and possesses the remarkable qualities of the talents from Bashu. Excellent tea... excellent tea!"

A man in his thirties, dressed in Western attire, picked up a teacup and had just made a gesture of invitation when Deng Xiaoke beside him spoke first: "Mr. Song has come from afar; this invitation should rightly be made by me, Luo. Come, taste our Sichuan tea and see how it differs."

Sister, be careful! That big man was also frightened by the shadow and hurriedly rushed forward to try to help his sister

After a false alarm, Deng Xiaoke finally breathed a sigh of relief, but Yang Qiu's words from earlier had deeply pierced his heart. At this moment, upon hearing Song Jiaoren's inquiry, he shook his head: "I only know that they are soldiers from the Hubei New Army escorting weapons to Chengdu, and I do not know anything else. However, from what I see today... this person does not seem to be as the outside world claims."

Three consecutive knocks on the table caused the woman sitting at a distance to feel a sudden chill in her beautiful eyes. Gripping the handle of her revolver, she turned her head to scan the surroundings, only relaxing slightly after confirming that there was no danger.

Deng Xiaoke did not expect that Mr. Song would speak with such thunderous impact, nearly causing him to stand up from his chair. However, before he could utter a word, a sudden burst of gunfire erupted from outside, followed by the sounds of shouting and the sharp calls of the patrol officers.

Just after throwing the woman out, he saw a big man rushing over. Unexpectedly, there were more people behind him, so he could only instinctively roll on the ground. While rolling, he noticed two distinguished middle-aged men standing in the center of the courtyard, so he simply rushed to their side and pressed a gun against the one in the Western-style suit, taking him hostage first.

Yang Qiu, are you Yang Qiu? ... ... Villain, lackey! Let go of Mr. Song!'' Before he could comprehend what was happening, Yang Qiu noticed that after he revealed his name, the expressions of the brother and sister changed drastically at the same time, and they stepped forward, ready to confront him.

I am Yang Qiu, and I have encountered some troubles. I only wish to take a brief respite here, so I must trouble you all to wait a moment. It is evident that these two siblings are both trained and armed with revolvers, so Yang Qiu could only shamelessly shrink behind Mr. Song.

Yang Qiuy牙 felt an itch and was about to ask for clarification when he suddenly noticed Miao Luo's eyes twitching twice at the corner, seemingly signaling to the man in Western attire. The handgun quickly pressed against the latter's forehead twice.

Perhaps it was after visiting the memorial in a previous life, or perhaps it was due to the frustration over these individuals who, after the revolution, were unable to achieve true national unification, resulting in the tragic situation of warlordism. Yang Qiuyue became increasingly indignant, becoming engrossed in the performance. With narrowed eyes that glinted like blades, he surveyed the crowd and said emphatically: "If any one of the four cannot be resolved, the country will inevitably fall into internal chaos. At that time, warlords will seize power, and foreign powers will intervene, leading to the slaughter of our forty million compatriots. How will you, sir, face the suffering populace then, and how will you conduct yourself?"

Without waiting for Song Jiaoren to speak, Yang Qiu continued to ask: "After you overthrow the Qing Dynasty, how should the Beiyang faction, which holds a strong military, be dismantled? With foreign powers surrounding us and concessions everywhere, and the burden of unequal treaties weighing heavily upon us, how should we address the weakness of the nation and the poverty of the people that leaves us unable to resist? With so many forces like the Tongmenghui, the Gongzhenghui, the Literary Society, as well as the Qing Gang and the Hong Gang, how should power be distributed? Burdened by foreign debts and with large ships and cannons roaming the seas, you surely do not believe that Mr. Sun Yat-sen's calls and the mere cleaning of plates for the foreign gentlemen will exempt us from our debts simply because you have successfully overthrown the Qing Dynasty. How should we handle this?"

Yang Qiu! Finally coming to his senses, Song Jiaoren looked at the empty alley, furrowed his brows and muttered a few times before slowly raising his head: "Brother Deng, do you know the background of this Yang Qiu?"

This brave man, since you bear the heavy responsibility of protecting Mr. Song, I have a word for you to remember. Before Miao Luo could lose his temper, Yang Qiu continued to speak to Miao Yuan: "Do not go out on March 20! Remember! Remember!"

"Mr. Deng is merely doing his best, and I truly feel ashamed compared to you and Mr. Sun, I am indeed ashamed!" Deng Xiaoke, fully aware that the other party was merely flattering him, still felt a bit pleased and quickly waved his hand, saying: "It is a pity that despite my efforts to speak, the court repeatedly ignores me and instead replaces the governor. Just yesterday, a large quantity of military equipment was transferred from the Wuchang New Army, which shows that the intention to sell the railway... has become difficult to change."

Mr. Song took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said: "To be honest with you, Brother Deng, I have been observing the matter of protecting the railway for quite some time. I do not mean to speak discouragingly, but I fear that your civil approach to protecting the railway may..." After shaking his head, Mr. Song raised his voice: "Therefore, we are already prepared. We have come this time to ask you, if this endeavor is successful, would you be willing to take on the position of Governor of Sichuan?"

Unexpectedly, this villain saw through it again. Miss Miao Luo dared not act recklessly this time. Yang Qiu also took this opportunity to take a look at the man he had taken hostage, but upon seeing clearly, a familiar figure suddenly flashed in his mind

The most surprising was the girl who had just fought him. Not only was she tall and slender, but she also appeared to be in her twenties, dressed in the traditional blue attire of the Miao ethnic group. Her long, shiny black braid hung down her back, and beneath her light bangs, her phoenix-like eyes shone as if painted with lacquer. Unfortunately, at this moment, the girl had her willow-like brows furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together, exuding an aura that suggested she wished to devour him whole. Remembering the shoulder charge and the provocative move she had just used, he felt a chill run down the back of his neck.

Beneath the crooked-neck tree in the center of the courtyard, there is a small tea table, beside which two men are whispering softly.

What!

On the bamboo chair by the door, there sat a man and a woman, both armed with revolvers. They appeared strong and imposing, their sharp gazes occasionally sweeping the surroundings, displaying an extraordinary vigilance, as if they were afraid of being disturbed here

However, there are some words that weigh heavily on his heart, and he always feels uncomfortable about it. He simply retorted, "Mr. Song speaks well, but Yang Qiu has a few doubts and hopes Mr. Song can provide guidance."

"Close the door!" Upon seeing himself aiming a gun at the man in the dress, the big man indeed dared not move again. Yang Qiu finally let out a long breath, knowing that he had made the right bet this time

During the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, was communication really that advanced? Even this person has heard of their own name, what a great amusement this is! Why not build a relationship with Old Song, and now kneel down and betray to join the party?

From the moment the door opened until Yang Qiu rushed in, a series of actions unfolded as quickly as lightning. In just a few breaths, Deng Xiaoke saw that the Miao Luo girl was thrown out, and then Mr. Song had the gun barrel pressed against his forehead, causing him to tremble in fear

Yang Qiu? Even when being threatened by a handgun, Mr. Song remained unperturbed, glancing at Yang Qiu and nodding: "So you are the one who single-handedly captured Du Lao Liu, seizing a machine gun and over a hundred rifles. Truly, a young hero with exceptional skills."

It has only been one day and one night

After much contemplation, Yang Qiu ultimately restrained himself. Not to mention that he had just poked the other person's forehead with a gun several times, the fact that he had mistakenly killed Wang Tianjie already constituted a deep-seated enmity. Now, even if this esteemed person was willing to take him in, what could he possibly do? Be a bodyguard or a errand runner?

Miao Luo忍着酸痛从地上爬了起来, 见到杨秋居然用枪顶住了宋先生, 眼睛一红便要上前拼命, 大汉连忙拉住了她, 指了指院门后才向杨秋拱手道: "这位兄弟, 在下苗远, 不知那里得罪了兄弟, 还请指教."

Upon hearing the warning, Miao Luo reacted swiftly as well; while sweeping with his left foot, his right hand had already raised the pistol. Just as he was about to aim at the approaching figure, the shadow suddenly bent down at the waist.