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

The picture of the canopy quickly disappeared, and in the darkness, words emerged.

[The end of a ruling era, as far as the eye can see, is the warlords who are divided, and the people are still fighting for a glimmer of life in the cold wind, and this world is still gray.

[But no matter how rotten the land is, there will be seedlings that break through the solid stones, grow, and the sunlight in the cracks shines out, which is still the glimmer of life of the nation.

[In the next turbulent era, the torch was carried by them, but the times are like this, some people step on the stage, and some people quit. [

The saddest thing is the twilight of the hero!]

The picture emerges.

After Yuan's death, after the victory of the Protectorate War, Huang Xing returned to China.

There was no smile on his face, but instead there was vicissitudes and profundity.

He coughed a few times from time to time, indicating that he was in poor health because of his frequent campaigns for the revolution over the years.

October was a month of rapid deterioration in his health.

Every time I coughed, I coughed up red blood.

But he didn't say anything, still smiling, Yu Yixian reunited in the demon capital to discuss what to do in the future of the Republic of China after the Yuan family.

"After the death of the Yuan family, the chaotic Republic of China has not changed, and we still need our group of people to reform well!" Yixian

held Huang Xing's hand with sincere eyes.

Huang Xing just smiled warmly, nodded, and said nothing.

He held Yixian's calloused hand tightly, and he was afraid that there would be fewer and fewer days like this in the future.

On the 10th, Huang Xing suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground.

It was pitch black in front of him, almost invisible, except for the sound of shouts, cries, and cars rushing in his ears.

"I can't fall yet, the right way of the Republic of China hasn't been found yet, I can't die..."

Huang Xing's consciousness was almost unconscious, but there was always such a voice in his head, it was a flame rising in the darkness, something he had been pursuing all his life.

But he eventually fell into a coma and woke up a day later.

The doctor told him that he was bleeding from his stomach and that he might not live long.

His children and wives all cried silently, but Huang Xing's reaction was very calm.

He said to his children, "Do not weep when I die, but keep these tears for the dawn." "

His own body, he knows best.

Since ancient times, revolutions do not hesitate to die, and what he fears is that before the road of revolution is found, he will take the first step.

From this, he remembered his best friend, the Song Sect who died young.

"Teach people, I think I understand your feelings..."

"You are gone, there are still me and Yixian, I am gone, only Yixian is left, but if you wait until the day when Yixian is old, who will guide the revolution?"

The pain caused by cirrhosis is unbearable.

Huang Xing endured it all the time, and large beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, but the pain was even more intense, but he still did not see the unwillingness to succeed in the revolution.

In the sky, words emerge.

[Huang Xing, a democratic revolutionary and one of the founders of the Republic of China, died on October 31, 1916 in the magic capital.

[He is the first confidant of Mr., the descendant of the great writer Huang Tingjian of the Northern Song Dynasty, and he dedicated his life to the revolution. He spanned the two eras of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and witnessed the cowardice of a country and the strength of a nation rising up to resist. The

funeral screen appears.

The news of Huang Xing's death swept through the entire Demon Capital like wings.

Revolutionaries who shocked the whole country.

In addition to the local revolutionaries and people in the magic capital, there are revolutionaries from all over the country who have arrived here thousands of miles away, just to see Mr. Huang Xing on his last journey.

Everyone changed into black clothes, bustling and full of tears.

Standing at the front was Huang Xing's best friend before his death, Yat Xian.

They were called 'Sun Huang' and personally presided over Huang Xing's funeral.

When it was his turn to speak, he didn't know what to say, his throat rolled, but he couldn't say a word.

"But the ancients saw in the book that men should be strange for the world. In a

blur, everyone seemed to see Huang Xing's life.

When he was young, he came to prominence, and in 1902, he was appreciated by Zhang Zhidong and studied in Dongying at official expense.

There, he saw the tremendous power of Fang's military skills, and he studied every day, and his guns were almost incapacitated.

And he only stayed in Dongying for a year before embarking on the road of revolution.

He cut off the braids on his head and renamed himself 'Xing': "My name is the ultimate goal of my revolution -- to rejuvenate China, our nation, and overcome power!"

After returning to China, he met many like-minded people, such as Song Jiaoren, Zhang Shizhao, and Chen Tianhua.

And, of course, Yat-sen.

He built the Alliance, organized armed uprisings many times, personally sounded the horn of the Huanghuagang Uprising, the Wujian Uprising, the Xinhai Revolution, and the Second Revolution against Yuan...

He's still forty-two years old...

Yat-sen closed his eyes deeply, thoughts racing in his mind.

"To open the country with courage and health, and to hold on to tranquility, shocked and tearful, it is difficult to be sick Kyushu people, may you be eternal!" Yixian's

voice resounded throughout the funeral scene, forming an echo that lasted for a long time.

Cai Ye came, left a couplet and left.

Zhang Taiyan also came, so he saved the couplet.

"There is no public is no Republic of China, there must be people in history!"

Huang Tingjian looked at this scene with tears in his eyes, emotional.

"Huang Xing, is it my

descendant?"

he had seen it all the way, but it wasn't until the last moment that he knew that this was his descendant.

"Good wind bones, worthy of being after me!" Huang

Tingjian nodded slightly, looked at the darkening sky, and muttered to himself: "Go all the way..."

[Eight days after Huang Xing's death, General Cai Yi, the general of the protector of the country, also died of Adam's apple cancer.

Looking at this text, the literati and writers of various dynasties, as well as the military generals and ministers, were trembling in their hearts.

"Is it only eight days apart..."

Daqin, Meng Tian and his Meng family army were silent.

Southern song dynasty.

Yue Fei exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, unable to calm his heart.

"The most regrettable thing is that the red face is getting old, and the saddest thing is the twilight of the hero... Did you say yes?"

With the words of difficulty, Yue Fei's gaze was a little cloudy.

He's very reluctant...

Whether it is Huang Xing or Cai Yi, they are all the same as him, they are generals who bravely kill the enemy and lead the torch totem of a nation.

But the two heroes cherish the heroes, and there is only eight days before they die.

"Eight days, he should also know about Huang Xing's death..."Tang

Dynasty, Cheng Yanjin said to himself.

Until the screen appears.

On October 31, the day before Cai Yi's death, he heard the sad news that Huang Xing died of illness in the magic capital.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately knocked him down like a thunderbolt from the sky.

When he heard the news, he was in a semi-comatose state, and it was not until the next day that he slowly woke up.

But when he woke up again, his body had become extremely weak, his face was pale, his cheeks were thin, and his breathing was tight and difficult.

But he insisted on holding on, insisting that his wife Pan Huiying take him to the beach, a reef.

There is the place where he and Huang Xing worship.

PS; It will take a few days to release it.,These days, it's troublesome for everyone to give free gifts.,Generous can also be rewarded.,Thank you.,The problem of eating under the time limit depends on the food and clothing parents here.。