It was already quite cold on the shores of Lake Balaton at the end of November. In Vézé's time and space, the cooling phase that started in China during the Little Ice Age at the end of the Ming Dynasty did not end until 1900. Several centimeters of fluffy 'precursors of global warming' fluttered down from the sky.
The sky was cloudy and very dark. A group of people was marching forward along a road covered with thick snow on the snowy ground. Up close, the group of people were wearing thick cotton coats, cotton hats, and thick cotton gloves on their hands. They carried rifles on their backs and walked forward against the wind and snow. When they got near the village, the group spread out and flanked a few residential houses.
These people were the militia under Lord Miklos, the Lord of the Land near Lake Balaton. They all looked nervous, tightly holding the rifles on their backs, and slowly surrounded them. A few months ago, Lord Miklos sent these people to clean up a few retired soldiers in the village. Normally, most of the retired soldiers would join the militia under Lord Miklos' command. But those retired soldiers had some kind of bear's heart and leopard's gall and refused to join.
If that was all, a few retired soldiers wouldn't have provoked the wrath of Lord Miklos. When it was time to collect rent, a few retired soldiers actually supported the poor people in the village a little, and the head of the militia had a showdown with them. Either join the militia or get out of the village.
The snowflakes continued to fall quietly, and from the curtains hanging on the windows of the houses, light could be seen from the gaps in the curtains. The two leaders had each led a group of people to form a pincer posture. They hid behind piles of snow. One of the leaders took a few deep breaths, then said to his men, "In a moment, shoot directly at the window, absolutely don't show any mercy."
His seven or eight men listened blankly, and when the leader saw that the group of people didn't have the fierceness they had before the battle, he couldn't help but slap off the cotton hat that one of the guys tightly wrapped around his head, and then fiercely repeated what he had just said. After that, he asked, "Did you hear that?!"
"Yes" "Yes" "Heard that." The guys of the militia expressed their stance one after another. Seeing that the leader had finished speaking, the guy whose hat had been knocked off quickly put it on his head again.
The leader of the militia looked at his subordinates and lamented in his heart that he was too unlucky. The newly recruited fellows were all trash. It wasn't like this before, at least not a few months ago. At that time, there were quite a number of backbone members in the militia. When they raided the retired soldiers of these families at the end of that summer, everyone was fierce and full of fighting spirit. Unexpectedly, these retired soldiers came to visit their friends, and there were even Chinese among them. Then, the battle began.
As soon as he thought about the bloody battle, the leader felt as if there was an electric current running through his nerves. The firepower of the bullets and the excellent shooting skills of the Chinese were things that the Leader had never seen before. More than a dozen people from the civilian group were either dead or seriously injured. Apart from the leader, everyone else was knocked to the ground. Those who died returned to God's embrace, while those who didn't died were heavily injured and lost their ability to fight. It would be next year before they were fully recovered, but Lord Miklos had decreed that the men must be dealt with this year.
Adjusting his hat, the leader stood up and led his subordinates into action. Although he was still quite nervous, the leader believed that those fellows' luck wouldn't always be so good, and that there would be foreign friends coming to visit.
Lord Miklos was standing under the shed in the back garden of the mansion. It was cold outside, but the lord was in a good mood. The expensive Chinese medicine had cured his malaria, and when he recovered, he would send the militia to kill the retired soldiers again, a battle to restore his status with pride. The battle at the end of the summer was a bitter defeat, and it involved Chinese nobles, which made Lord Miklos very uneasy for a while. But his contacts here soon worked, and the truth of the matter was found out. The Chinese lords weren't friends of the retired soldiers, but friends of the sons of the retired soldiers' comrades-in-arms. The Chinese lords took their servants on a trip here, and the sons of the retired soldiers' comrades-in-arms acted as tour guides. The militiamen were used to being arrogant and killed people regardless of the consequences, so they were fiercely retaliated.
A few months later, the diplomatic matter had subsided. Lord Miklos felt that if he let those eyesores of the retired soldiers live, it would only continue to hurt his reputation here. So a new round of solutions was devised, and that was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey, kill one to warn the others.
Standing under the shed, Lord Miklos held a China rifle in his hand. It was a very good gun, a military-type modified for the Great Powers. This gun had taken care of the Gypsy thief in one shot in the summer, because the thief had dared to seduce the daughter of a servant in Lord Miklos's house. The little girl was sixteen years old, as beautiful as a flower, and Lord Miklos had coveted her for a long time. After the Gypsy thief was killed, the servant finally showed his obedience, and now the little girl was sleeping naked in Lord Miklos's bedroom. At the thought of his rough treatment of the little beauty beneath him, and the little beauty's painful struggle, the corners of the Lord's mouth curled into a smile.
Picking up the rifle and aiming in the direction of Lake Balaton, the urge to kill and the pleasant excitement of that impulse filled Lord Miklos's heart. After taking care of those ungrateful retired soldiers, Lord Miklos could participate in the hunt with the local magistrates, judges, and other nobles.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Lord Miklos felt as if he could smell the smoke of bullets in the hunting ground and the blood of his prey. This made the Lord feel refreshed all over. He believed that life wanted to continue to exist by devouring other life. The red wine was actually the blood of grapes. Whether it was staple food or non-staple food, whether it was vegetables or meat, devouring other life could only continue one's life. Lord Miklos, who owned all the land in this area, should be the one to devour it. At least half a century ago, all the 'living things' on the nobles' land here belonged to the lord. Those were really the good old days.
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"Where is Miklos?" A furious roar came from the vestibule.
"I don't know, I don't know. Please let me go. "After the angry roar came the butler's pleading voice.
"I'll count to three. If you don't speak, I'll kill you. Three … Two … "A drawn-out count rang out.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Lord Miklos is in the back garden! "The butler screamed, unable to withstand the pressure.
Grand Lord Miklos was furious. He didn't expect the butler to be so spineless. The next thing he knew was that the attacker was about to charge at him from the back. Old Master leaned against the wall in annoyance and lightly pulled the bolt of his gun. The other party seemed to have quite a number of people. If they were to engage in battle like this, he would be at a complete disadvantage. At least from the sound, the enemy was holding a spear. Now he was going to use this repeating rifle to take care of the enemy.
Old Master stood quietly against the wall and heard the footsteps of several people approaching from the back. Holding his breath, Old Master prepared to stand by the wall and wait for the enemy to come. The first thing he would see after coming from that direction was the door to the back garden. Under normal circumstances, those people would go straight for the door.
At that moment, another door opposite Old Master opened. The servant's daughter, in her pajamas, came to see what was going on with an uneasy expression. She saw Lord Miklos first, and then the man who rushed in shouted, "Little girl, don't move. We won't hurt you. Do you know where Miklos is? "
Miklos saw the little girl lower her head in thought for a moment, then look up and coldly point a finger at Miklos across from her.
Bitch! How dare you do this to me! Old Master Miklos cursed in his heart. His first reaction was to raise his gun and shoot the little girl, but he hesitated at the thought that he would be exposed. In that moment of hesitation, a figure suddenly flashed by, and Old Master Miklos saw a man with a gun, jumping horizontally from outside his field of vision. This posture kept the man facing in Old Master Miklos's direction. He held an honest flintlock in his hand, and with a flash of fire, a large amount of iron sand rushed out of the muzzle, pushed by the white smoke. When the scorching iron sand shot into Old Master Miklos's body, he couldn't help but let out a scream.
The militiamen watched the thick smoke billowing out of the house, hid behind trees or other cover, and nervously aimed their guns at the door. Their orders were to kill, so they shot at the window first, then at the door, and threw the kindling in through the broken window. Not long after, thick smoke billowed out of the house. But even at this point, there was no sound or movement in the house. After a while, the whole wooden house was burning, and still no one rushed out.
Could it be that the first few shots had directly killed him? The head of the militia thought in confusion. No matter what, he couldn't believe that his luck was so good. The last member of the militia lowered his head and gently drew a cross on his chest. He was the one who leaked the news. This member had nothing to do with the retired soldiers, but he was a member of Robin Hood's party a year ago, and two months ago he heard the legends about China that began to circulate among the local peasants, and was very envious of a country where everyone had land to farm.
If the Old Master was really killed, would he sell the land under his name? The Robin Hood's party and the retired soldiers who heard the news promised him that after they got rid of Old Master Miklos, they would give the spy in the militia a share of the land. Then perhaps this member of the militia would be able to buy a piece of land from them? Such a beautiful imagination lasted only a moment before it dissipated. For many, many years, only the peasants sold land, only the nobles and the landlords sold land. They had never seen the rich sell land and the poor buy it.
On the 4th of December, the news that Old Master Miklos had been killed shook all of Budapest. Old Master Miklos himself had a minor title, and his sons were all in the middle ranks of the Budapest army and official system, and had considerable prospects. Even Queen Sissi, who was preparing to go to Italy for the winter, had to postpone her trip.
"The Nazis have started killing!" "We're no longer safe!"
"Destroy the bandits who threaten the Kingdom's system!" "Hang the conspirators!"
There was no need for incitement, and it took only two or three days for the public opinion of the upper class to go from fear to revenge.
"The Queen is not going to travel to Cyprus. You're probably disappointed, aren't you? "Wang Mingshan said in a somewhat sarcastic tone after hearing the report at the party committee meeting.
The comrades who attended the meeting were all members of the Democracy Foundation, and after hearing Wang Mingshan's words, they couldn't help but laugh. Everyone had heard of the Hungarian Queen's reputation, and legend had it that she was dignified, beautiful, and intelligent. The population of Cyprus was not large, and the comrades were in the mood to see rare animals.
After everyone laughed for a while, Wang Mingshan said: "The commander-in-chief has instructed that it took almost 20 years for China's revolution to succeed. At that time, we had room for internal activities, and external interference was very weak. For the Hungarian revolution to succeed, although it was unlikely that the European powers would directly send troops, it was also very easy for them to support the counter-revolutionary forces. "
"Secretary Wang, from what Comrade Wang Shizhen said and what we know, the reactionaries in Hungary are not as decadent as Manchu Qing, and the revolutionary forces in Hungary are not as strong and firm as we were in the past. Why don't we just wait a little longer? "A comrade spoke his mind.
"I understand what everyone is thinking. At my age, I have no plans for future advancement. You are still young, and you have the chance to break in. If you feel that there is no chance for advancement in this unit, I agree that everyone should leave. "Wang Mingshan expressed his opinion to the young comrades with the lenient attitude of an elder.
In the end, more than half of the young comrades chose to leave, and Wang Mingshan also returned to China to report. It was already the beginning of January 1896 when he arrived in Beijing. When he saw his old friend Shen Xin at the meeting, Wang Mingshan was very excited. Forty years ago, Shen Xin pulled Wang Mingshan onto the ship of revolution. Forty years later, Shen Xin was already the nominal captain of the Min Dynasty. After seeing it with his own eyes, Wang Mingshan also felt that the world was really unpredictable.
The meeting naturally had the rules of the meeting. Wang Mingshan and Shen Xin only needed to complete their own tasks. After the meeting, Shen Xin ran to meet Wang Mingshan at nine o 'clock in the evening. Putting a bag of food on the table, Shen Xin said, "I'm starving. Let's eat."
This sentence made Wang Mingshan feel like he had returned to his youth. At that time, the biggest feeling everyone felt was hunger. Whether it was Shen Xin or Wang Mingshan, when the two met, they always brought a bag of food. There was beef, chicken, side dishes, and a box of spicy crayfish in the bag. Wang Mingshan remembered that after the Military Governor Of Vaize introduced crayfish, everyone immediately had another kind of food.
"Now that you are also the president of the country, what do you think?" Wang Mingshan said with a smile.
"My feeling is that I only now know how great the commander-in-chief is. The problems that he can solve easily, I have a hard time. The problems that he can solve, I may not be able to solve, "Shen Xin said as he ate. That kind of calmness made Wang Mingshan very envious. Since his youth, Shen Xin had been like this.
"How is the commander-in-chief now?" Wang Mingshan was very concerned about this.
"The commander-in-chief is currently implementing the law, and our old brothers are very unhappy." Shen Xin was still in the state of eating and drinking.
Wang Mingshan remembered the matter of the old brothers with the surname Wen. Since then, he did not remember seeing similar cases. Although Wang Mingshan could understand why his old brothers were unhappy, he still could not help but ask Shen Xin, "Why is everyone unhappy?"
"Sigh … It's all because of the children at home." Shen Xin sighed.
Wang Mingshan did not say anything and only stared at Shen Xin. Shen Xin had been like this since he was young. There were always some things that he would not say directly. However, Shen Xin had a special characteristic. If someone who was really close to him kept staring at him, he would often say the latter part of what he wanted to say. Sure enough, after a while, Shen Xin continued to say in a low voice, "After all these years of operation, which one of our old brothers didn't have some of their own people trained? Even if the commander-in-chief implemented the retirement system early, they still had to work hard to install their own people. "
Speaking of this, Shen Xin smiled bitterly. "Mingshan, you were overseas, and no one was willing to go to Africa. There were basically no people who were willing to go to your side. You don't understand the situation here. The commander-in-chief tried to maintain the system, and after the old brothers stepped down, there were more people who were messing around. However, with the retirement system and the civil servant law, there were many people in the government who originally had nothing to do with it. However, the commander-in-chief was one person after all. He and many people struggled to maintain it, but they could only maintain it. "But I feel that the pressure is increasing. In the early years, the old brothers were all in their positions, and their tolerance for incompetent people was very low. "But they are all old and don't have many good days to live. You can't imagine the requirements they put forward for the environment of their children. "Not to mention 30 years ago, even if it was 10 years ago, the people who made such a request would have become public enemies. But now … "
"What exactly is the request?" Wang Mingshan could not understand Shen Xin's words. There were indeed some people among the old brothers who did not have good characters, but to be rejected to such an extent, how excessive was it?
Shen Xin ate a few more pieces of beef before saying, "Someone proposed to establish a cadre school. The students recruited by the cadre school have to be from good families. Good universities and departments must give priority to recruiting students from these cadre schools … "
Wang Mingshan frowned slightly. Of course, the benefits of such an approach to revolutionary families could be imagined, but Wang Mingshan did not like this approach. Without waiting for him to say anything, he heard Shen Xin continue to say, "The students from these cadre schools are mainly students who apply for admission. Even if their results are very poor, they will be guaranteed admission to second-rate universities. "You also know that there are many ways to arrange jobs after graduation from university. Hmph! "
At the end of his speech, Shen Xin could not help but sneer.
"Hey, hey!" Wang Mingshan was shocked. He hurriedly asked, "Can the commander-in-chief tolerate such a thing?"
The education system of the Min dynasty was established by Vézé. Although eight years of compulsory education was already the law, in fact, from primary school to junior high school, from junior high to senior high school, to college entrance examinations were all unified. This was something that Vézé repeatedly emphasized must be fair. The old brothers' proposal was undoubtedly to go against Vézé.
Shen Xin smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Mingshan, now it is not whether the commander-in-chief can tolerate such a thing, but how many people in various places are doing it. No matter how capable the commander-in-chief is, if the 77 provinces of the Min dynasty secretly do it, what will the commander-in-chief do? "
When he learned that Shen Xin had become the president, Wang Mingshan had a grudge in his heart. Now that he heard the latest situation, Wang Mingshan realized that it was actually a good thing that he was overseas. From the bottom of his heart, Wang Mingshan did not like the practice of acting like a cute official. However, Wang Mingshan was not an ordinary person. He knew very well how powerful these old brothers would be if they acted together.
Therefore, Wang Mingshan suddenly laughed. "Shen Xin, there must be a limit to jokes. I don't believe that all the old brothers will do this. You and I are also old brothers. We won't think like this, let alone do this. "
By this time, Shen Xin was almost done eating. He picked up his teacup and took a sip. Then he sneered. "Hehe. Mingshan, you don't know that you are overseas. Not all the old brothers want to do this, but those who want to do this ask other old brothers not to stand in their way. What do you think will happen in such a situation? "
Wang Mingshan rolled his eyes. He hated this kind of "assumption." However, after Wang Mingshan thought for a few seconds, his expression had already changed. People pursued the greatest benefit. If they really tolerated some old brothers doing this, the result would inevitably be that all the old brothers would do the same in a very short period of time. Military Governor Of Vaize, who firmly opposed doing this, would become the opposite of his old brothers.
No! Not only that. Wang Mingshan had already thought it through. The current Military Governor Of Vaize was already standing on the opposite side of some of his old brothers. Moreover, this matter concerned the future of his old brothers' families. Such a conflict could not be resolved just because of a word from the commander-in-chief.
"This …, are you …" Wang Mingshan could not continue after saying two short paragraphs. Shen Xin was the president. Wang Mingshan knew that Shen Xin's political views were completely in line with Vézé's position. That meant that Shen Xin was at the heart of the struggle and was under tremendous pressure.
"Don't worry about me. The commander-in-chief is not afraid. What do I have to be afraid of? " Shen Xin comforted his old friend. "Besides, it's not that there aren't people who oppose it. If you want to have privileges, you can't give them to the majority. Fortunately, the commander-in-chief has been working on the lowly civil law for so many years. Equality is not deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but university students from ordinary backgrounds are now the majority. In a few years, the number of university students among the ordinary people will only increase, and the demand for fairness and justice in the entire society will also be stronger. The only problem now is how long the commander-in-chief can live. As long as the commander-in-chief is not biologically confused, the situation will be different in another ten years. "
"Can it really be?" Wang Mingshan was not optimistic. He knew how much power his old brothers, their children, and the people at the top of the mountain had.
"When we were in Anqing, we thought that Manchu Qing would not lose in the face of the Taiping Rebellion. However, the commander-in-chief not only led us to victory in every battle, but also let us see a whole new world. Mingshan, I think the commander-in-chief is very right. Everyone in this world actually wants to be a better version of themselves. They all want to see a better world and live in that new world. Now, do you think the people will be willing to return to the Manchu Qing era, where they don't have enough to eat, don't have warm clothes, and live precariously every day? "Shen Xin looked very optimistic.
"But even if those old brothers really achieve their goal, the Min dynasty will not return to that era. The level of productivity is really different. "Wang Mingshan was not optimistic.
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