If you instigate them to rush forward, they will be doused with a basin of cold water!"

Song Biao actually disagreed with some of Sun Yat-sen's actions. He was an idealistic master, but he was also a dwarf in action. He really lacked the ability to direct actual revolutionary movements.

Empty talk harms the country.

Of course, respect should be respected. Flaws should not be concealed. He is indeed a great revolutionary hero of a generation. If Mr. Sun really had the talent to command and do things, China's history might have been rewritten long ago.

After listening to Song Biao's words, Qiu Jin didn't know what to say. He waited for a moment before asking Song Biao: "Military Commander, do you think you can lend a helping hand?"

Song Biao thought for a moment, then stood up and picked up the phone to call Shu Fangde from the secretariat.

After waiting for a while, Shu Fangde hurriedly entered the reception room.

Song Biao and Shu Fangde asked: "Have you heard about the Rizhihui?"

Shu Fangde said: "I heard about it."

Song Biao and Shu Fangde said: "Send a telegram to Governor Zhang Zhidong, saying that the world is unpredictable and that the country is no longer a battle between orthodoxy and rebels, but a battle between Manchu and Han, a battle between imperial rule and constitutionalism. Please advise Zhang Zhidong

Your Excellency, for the sake of honor and integrity, just let those people go and expel them from the country. There is no need to be an executioner who massacres Han Chinese youth. It is not a bad thing to be merciful and spare others, leaving yourself a way out. To put it mildly

a little."

Shu Fangde suddenly said: "My subordinates understand and will arrange this matter carefully."

Song Biao said: "Let the Secretariat work together to draft the telegram and think more carefully, so as not to make things worse later and drag us into it."

Shu Fangde continued to pause and said: "Yes."

Song Biao waved his hand slightly, signaling Shu Fangde to leave first.

After Shu Fangde left, Song Biao stood quietly by the window of the reception room, looking out the window silently. He didn't know how many Han people would die in order to overthrow the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and why there were always Han people willing to follow the Manchu Qing Dynasty.

Prevent the rise of the Han people.

In the final analysis, the national consciousness still has not awakened.

Qiu Jin was still a little dissatisfied, so she persuaded Song Biao: "Sir, this may not be enough to convince Zhang Zhidong, right?"

Song Biao was silent and waited for a moment before saying: "There will always be sacrifices in revolution, but such sacrifices seem too unworthy. In this matter, what we can do is very limited, Zhang Zhidong

He is not a person who can be easily persuaded. If he is willing to give me face and listen to my persuasion, he will naturally find a way to let me go. If he is not willing, no matter what he says, it will be useless."

Qiu Jin suggested firmly: "If he won't let her go, stop taking care of Han Yeping's affairs. He will definitely let her go!"

When Song Biao heard these words, he sneered and said: "You are childish just by saying this. You think others are begging for me, so why should I beg for others too? If China wants to become a prosperous and powerful ancient oriental civilization and a great country,

Overthrowing the Manchu rule through revolution is only the first thing we need to do in our lives.

One thing, and it is not the most difficult thing. It is just the first step for us to start and move forward. After that, you and I will have to walk a more difficult road for decades and keep working hard.

Only with great dedication and hard work can the great dream of China’s restoration be finally realized.”

Listening to these words, Qiu Jin suddenly felt that she was very small and ignorant, and so did Shu Xuan.

Maybe they are overly emotional women, or they have long hair and short knowledge, but that’s what they think!

Man, this is a real man.

Qiu Jin was extremely impressed.
Chapter completed!