The New Year passed in a flash. As the school started in the spring of the capital, all the schools in Beijing also started. After a few days of returning to school, Zhou Yingjie began to prepare nervously and excitedly. On February 12, 1917, a massive action was about to begin. After a month and a half of preparation, Zhou Yingjie had contacted progressive students from all colleges and universities in Beijing, and even some radical lecturers and professors joined their team.

On the evening of February 11, several elites of the operation commander gathered at Zhou Yingjie's house. Young faces flashed under the dim light. As the orders were issued, the acne on Zhou Yingjie's face, as commander-in-chief, was so excited that he was red. On the table was a map of Zhang Jingcheng, with his fingers slashing around. He seemed to feel like he was a commander with millions of troops, and was about to defeat the huge enemy with thunder.

"Brother Qian, your school starts from the Lotus Pond and goes east through Yuyuan Pond. Brother Gao, you walk from Yongding Gate and head north. Brother Zhang, you march from Jiulong to west, Brother Li goes southwest from Chaoyang to southwest, and Brother Chen, you go... I will take people from Kunming Lake to southeast, and we all meet in the North Sea together, and then go straight to the Prime Minister's Office and the Congress..."

All routes were arranged in Zhou Yingjie's mind. According to his plan, all schools will march at the same time according to nine routes, then meet in Beihai, and then reach the prime minister's office and the parliament and other governments with a mighty momentum. Now everything is in place, and the action is scheduled to start at 8:00 tomorrow morning. After explaining these, Zhou Yingjie waved his hand and several young students took up banners that had been prepared long ago, with various slogans written on them. They distributed them one by one.

"Comrades! Students! The rise and fall of the country is here!"

"If the road does not return, the soul of the country will not be built!"

More than a dozen hands were clasped together, and everyone shouted in a low voice.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, there were several knocks outside, and everyone in the room was shocked. Zhou Yingjie raised his hand and told everyone not to panic. He listened for a while and smiled.

"Don't panic, it must be the superior who sent someone."

"Really? Really superior?"

"That's great! Finally we can meet the revolutionary senior!"

"Brother Gao. If you pinch me, am I dreaming?"

These young people became excited when they heard Zhou Yingjie say this, and they were very lively.

"Wait, I'll give you a secret code first." Although Zhou Yingjie knew from the rhythm of knocking on the door, he walked out of the yard and asked at the door: "Who? Is the third uncle outside?"

“Check the water meter!”

Hearing this answer, Zhou Yingjie was completely relieved and hurried forward to open the door with a smile. Who would have thought that as soon as the door opened, the dazzling light almost blinded his titanium alloy dog ​​eyes. Just as he raised his hand to cover the front and narrowed his eyes to see clearly what it was, his whole person was pulled out of the door by a huge force. Before he could scream, his mouth was covered by something smelly, and then his eyes turned black and his head was covered by something. Then he was tied tightly and could not move.

The moment Zhou Yingjie was stopped, more than a dozen men who had already been outside the door suddenly rushed into the yard, took the lead and rushed to the door, raised his feet and broke into the door. Without waiting for the young people in the room who were so excited that they could not realize from their longing, these people rushed towards them in groups like wolves and tigers. In a blink of an eye, they all ended up with Zhou Yingjie and were tied up and carried out.

Outside the alley, a person who was obviously the leader was sitting in a car. When he saw that the action was going smoothly and all the targets were captured, he took out his pocket watch and looked at it and nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go!"

"yes!"

The driver responded, and the car that had not been turned off drove into the darkness like a ghost. Several cars followed behind them and soon disappeared into the night. As for the place where Zhou Yingjie and his friends gathered just now, it was now quiet, as if nothing had happened.

The next day, February 12, 1917. The grassroots students who participated in the operation of various universities in central Beijing were anxiously waiting at the gathering site, but what disappointed them was that the action originally scheduled to start at 8:00 was not seen until 8:30.

As time went by, the students' excitement gradually turned into anxiety and uneasiness. Just as a few students with a little opinion were discussing whether to launch it on their own, a few dissonant voices came from the crowd.

"They are scared and dare not come."

"It must be a group of scammers. When things come, we are like cannon fodder. These people have already been hiding."

"Impossible! This is led by the Revolutionary Party and Mr. Sun."

"You believe this kind of nonsense? Have you seen Mr. Sun appear with your own eyes? Or have you seen any gentleman in the Revolutionary Party?"

"This is... we haven't seen it before, so we heard Zhou Yingjie and others say it, but they promise..."

"Please guarantee? How much money is worth? I also promise that I am Mr. Sun Ke, the son of Mr. Sun Wen, do you believe it?"

"It's bad, it's bad! I heard that all the police stations outside were dispatched, and the news must have been leaked."

"Ah! This...what should I do?"

"Students, don't be deceived anymore. Zhou Yingjie and others deliberately set up this trap for the police to catch us all in one place. We are all fooled!"

"What! That's the case, what a shit revolutionary party, I'm quitting."

"Xiaoli, what should we do? Why don't we go home?"

As the noises became more and more, the neat crowd began to become messy. Some timid students sneaked away while everyone was not paying attention. Then some smart guys retreated with the idea of ​​not suffering the loss in front of them. As soon as these people left, the remaining people lost their minds. They looked at the situation around and thought about the words just now, and hesitated for a while and ran away.

It was only ten minutes ago, and there were hundreds of people just now. There were only ten people. The remaining people looked at each other, staring at me, I looked at you, I don’t know who shouted again: “Let’s go! Stay waiting for the police to arrest you like a fool!”

With this sentence, everyone suddenly dispersed. In the blink of an eye, except for the few pieces of paper left on the ground and a dozen clothes rails used to pull banners, the lively place just now disappeared without a single figure.

"How are you prepared?"

In the Ministry of National Defense and the Office of the Army, Xu Shuzheng sat on the sofa with a big sword. Standing in front of him was his confidant, Director of the Army and Major General Qu Tongfeng.

"Everything is ready. I have mobilized a guard battalion to arrange it in the Presidential Palace, Prime Minister's Office, Congress and other places. The guns are loaded and the people are in place, just waiting for the dolls to come." Qu Tongfeng said with a smile. Because Xu Shuzheng was sitting, he bent down deliberately when he spoke. However, Qu Tongfeng is a big fat man, and this bent posture is not easy to do. Didn't he see that sweat is coming out of his forehead?

"No news was leaked?"

"Just be careful, the personnel transferred are absolutely reliable, and only a few of us know that even Mr. Zhi..."

"That's good, that's good!" Xu Shuzheng nodded with satisfaction, signaling Qu Tongfeng to do his job well, as long as he succeeds, wealth and prosperity are indispensable.

"Brother Youzheng, will you give Song Jiaoren to the next time..." Before leaving, Qu Tongfeng smiled grimly, raised his hand and waved his sword: "This is a great opportunity!"

"No!" Xu Shuzheng vetoed and shook his head, "Once the news leaked, I will be the one who is in the hands of thousands of people, even Mr. Zhi can't escape. You don't have to think about this. In addition, the scene will be in chaos at that time, and Song Dunchu's safety must be guaranteed. If he is injured by the students or shoots a black gun at the revolutionary party under Sun Yat-sen, this is a big deal!"

Qu Tongfeng was slightly stunned and immediately reacted, nodded repeatedly and said yes, and went to make an arrangement urgently.

The Ministry of National Defense is not far from the Prime Minister's Office, and Qu Tongfeng soon arrived at the scene to conduct the operation. This is the most important place for this operation, so he must ensure that everything is foolproof.

The entire company's guards had already changed into police clothes under the arrangement of Qu Tongfeng, and quietly hid in a small alley not far from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Standing on the roof of a small courtyard on the street, Qu Tongfeng held a telescope and looked around the Prime Minister's Mansion. Today's Prime Minister's Mansion is no different from usual. There are four guards and a fixed post standing at the door. From time to time, some government officials are in and out, which seems very ordinary.

After watching for a while, Qu Tongfeng turned his eyes to both sides of the street, looking forward to the emergence of the parade. According to his plan, as long as the parade arrives at the Prime Minister's Office and starts contacting the Prime Minister's Office guards, or the surrounding police arrive, his subordinates will launch an action. At that time, dozens of students will be shot and killed, and the shit basin is placed on Song Jiaoren's head. No matter how Song Jiaoren opens his mouth, he can speak eloquently. This mud falls into the trouser gear, either shit or shit.

What's even better is that if Song Jiaoren appears at the gate of the Prime Minister's Office, he may even shoot a black gun and then blame the revolutionary party, completely provoke the conflict between the kmt and the revolutionary party, so that the fisherman can benefit.

Thinking of this seamless plan, Qu Tongfeng couldn't help but admire his arrangement. As long as he accomplished this, he could add one star on his shoulder. He would be delegated to the local area as a commander of the army or something, and he would be successful in his hands. He would be no problem with the golden beauty.

"Strange, why haven't you come yet?" The students who were supposed to arrive did not even show up. Qu Tongfeng couldn't hold back his anger and called an officer to ask him to inquire about the situation immediately.

Not long after, the officer who went out to inquire about the situation ran back panting. When he told Qu Tongfeng that there had never been a student parade in the capital, Qu Tongfeng's cow fell out.
Chapter completed!