Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

At this moment, Daqin.

Whether it was Ying Zheng or Minister Li Si, his eyes couldn't suppress the trembling.

They were shocked.

Because he saw a group of scholars who should have been weak, waving flags and walking at the forefront of the nation.

They are young and lush, and they are like beans, and they call loudly for the nation to stand up.

His eyes were sharp and full of anger.

"Under the scorching sun, the scholars waved flags and asked for their lives for the country, what a vast scene?"

Gongzi Fusu couldn't help but praise.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, as if he wanted to vent all the shock in his heart, and his eyes were fixed on the sky.

"Is this group of students really about to start a new era?"

Lu You couldn't help but laugh.

At first, no one cared about them, because they were dealing with a whole rotten country, arrogant warlords who only thought about profits.

When the truth is not there, then hope cannot be pinned on them, self-encouragement, mutual encouragement, starting with the students and young people, twisting the whole nation into a rope.

"A magnificent era!"

he said, picking up his pen, scolding Fang Xuan, and writing down a sentence.

"The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow is not the same as Kyushu!" "

The May Fourth wind and thunder is the wind and thunder of the whole Yanhuang, the wind and thunder of the great Kyushu.

The wind and thunder swept in, and even God came to cheer.

More and more Li people from all dynasties looked at it, and their hearts became more and more expectant.

This group of students will start an era, what kind of era,

will they begin to write brilliantly?

At the Heavenly Gate of the capital.

The students were wearing school uniforms, their faces were green, and they were young, but their young faces were full of anger.

Flags and blood letters were waved in mid-air.

Even though his voice was hoarse, he still tried his best.

"Fight for sovereignty externally, punish national thieves internally!" "

Fight to the

death and return the island to me

!" "Abolish the 21st Article!"

It is better to be broken than to be whole!".

The roar was like thunder, and the line was lined up, all of them were composed of young and youthful students.

It also creates an incredible scene -

every time the shouting students walk through an alleyway, someone keeps joining them.

They seem to have been waiting for a long time, and they are there at every alley, every street, every small vendor.

Some of them are eating breakfast, some are reading the newspaper, some are pulling their feet...

But as soon as this group of young students came, everyone's enthusiasm was awakened, and people couldn't help but want to join in.

More and more people followed them.

Black pressed in one piece.

Dense and endless.

There were people on the side of the road who watched all this with a shudder, and they were scared of the dead.

The last straw that pressed on the beam, collapsed.

In the smoke and dust, only sporadic and frightened cries were heard.

"This group of students... What the hell are you going to do?"

"Hurry... Hurry up and inform the warlord, this group of students is heading towards Tianmen, it seems that they have come to rebel..."

, and soon the warlord began to move, wanting to come and suppress these troublesome students.

Thus, a battle between students and warlords will unfold.

In the canopy, words emerge.

[Peace is never begged for, and dignity is not given by others. At this moment, Paris and the capital, this patriotic rainstorm, has finally reached its peak. The

screen continues to emerge.

At that time.

The march was not limited to these students, Zhong Fu, Shou Chang, Qian Xuantong, Lu Xun and other chief writers of "New Youth" also shouted on the street.

"Take action and resolutely resist that shameless treaty

!" "We must not let the Beiyang government sign that ridiculous contract!"

On

the other side, at the mouth of an alley in the capital, Li Shouchang, who was dressed in a long robe, stood with his hands behind his back.

In front of him, there were many dark-faced and plainly dressed workers and vegetable farmers.

Captain Li's sharp gaze swept over these workers one by one, and he slowly spoke: "China, the China of our Chinese people, is our own country, if we don't love it, who will?"

"When the government cannot be trusted, we must unite and firmly control the fate of this country in our own hands!"

"Compatriots, unite! unite! unite!!"

Finally, Shouchang Li roared hoarsely and slammed the paper in his hand.

The paper in his hand fell splatteringly, causing the onlookers to scramble for the speech.

In front of the gate of heaven, Qian Xuantong raised his hands and appealed loudly.

"Compatriots, the issue of Shandong is not only a question of the life and death of a province, but also a question of the people of the whole country!"

"Whether it is academics, politicians, businessmen, laborers, farmers, soldiers, officials, beggars, or journalists, they must all stand up!" "

China is my China, your China, and everyone's China!"

A roar resounded through the sky and swayed in the streets and alleys.

President Cai stood at the gate of the Peking University campus, standing with his hands in his hands and his eyes deep.

He heard it.

The sound of countless students roaring.

These students formed an unquenchable flame that burned the entire capital.

Not only the capital, but also the fire will continue to spread outward, and eventually other cities will also be covered by fire.

"A storm and thunder are coming, and it is difficult to eliminate everything in the world..."

In a trance, Cai Yuanpei muttered to himself.

Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps.

It's Hu Shi.

Cai Yuanpei knew that Hu Shi did not participate in this vigorous march.

This is in conflict with his ideals.

Hu Shi came to Cai Yuanpei's side, spoke softly, and said, "Principal, let's move Peking University to the magic capital..."

Cai Yuanpei turned his head and looked at him in surprise, as if he had seen him on the first day.

"Fit, you... What are you talking about?"

Hu Shi said in a solemn tone: "President, I am serious, Peking University is a place to concentrate on academic and ideological enlightenment, and the political atmosphere in the capital is too strong.

"And that group of students is too radical, yes, the Paris Peace Conference failed our diplomacy, but we won't go to Tianmen to march, right? If the students do this, not only will their lives be in danger, but they will also implicate our Peking University." "

The capital is a whirlpool of political affairs, Xu Shuai sneezes, and the sky in the capital will tremble, how can people feel at ease to engage in ideology and academics?"

Listening to Hu Shi's words, Cai Yuanpei didn't speak, but just looked at him seriously.

He always looks like he is wearing a suit, which is essentially different from Zhongfu and Shouchang.

For a long time, the principal pointed to the streets in the distance, and the students shouted loudly and looked indignant.

"See?"

he said, his tone was quiet: "The shouts and roars are all caused by the lack of national power of a big country.

"Our country, the root of the disease is too deep, and when it is really strong, sometimes we need this kind of fearless and enthusiastic students. Hu

Shi left.

When he left, he was silent.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was very hot, but the sky not far away was gray.

Students, they should bury their heads in the baptism of new ideas and new culture, and run to be warriors and what to do