Chapter 220 I Went Mad During the Republic of China (36 chapters)
Half an hour later, a telegram was sent throughout the country.
"Commander Song Zhe of the 29th Army of the National Revolutionary Army, along with all officers and soldiers of the division, upholds Comrade Xinghuo's call for peaceful nation-building and resolutely opposes the civil war! From this day forward, our unit will accept reorganization by the Yan'an side, jointly dedicate ourselves to national construction, and unite our guns against external forces, never against internal ones!"
This telegram became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Then, one after another, the Nationalist generals on the front lines announced their defection.
What should have been a bloody battle turned into a race to the light.
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Nanjing, General Headquarters.
Chiang Kai-shek sat there blankly, as telegrams bearing the words "XX Department has surrendered to the Communists" slipped from his trembling hands and scattered on the ground.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
"My soldiers...my army..."
He stood up abruptly, drew his pistol from his waist, and pointed it at the silent generals in the operations room.
"Who! Who leaked the information! Who betrayed me!"
No one answered him.
A series of neat footsteps came from outside the door, and several cadres in gray military uniforms walked in. The one in the lead was Mr. Zhou, and next to him was a young female soldier.
He looked at the seemingly frantic Chiang Kai-shek and spoke calmly.
"Mr. Jiang, times have changed."
The guards beside Chiang Kai-shek silently lowered their guns.
With a clang, Chiang Kai-shek's pistol fell to the ground.
He looked at Mr. Zhou, then at his trusted confidants who were bowing their heads, and felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He slumped into his chair.
China, in a way no one could have imagined, ushered in true unification.
Internal and external troubles have now come to an end.
The change of kings in Nanjing was so smooth that it seemed unreal to everyone.
A brand new era has begun amidst everyone's anticipation and a touch of bewilderment.
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Beiping, the ancient capital.
The atmosphere in the spacious conference room was as lively as boiling water.
"A name for the country! We need to decide on a name! I think it should be called the People's Democratic Republic of China!"
"No, that's too long, hard to remember! If you ask me, let's call it Huaxia!"
"Old Zhang, what are you saying? We are a people's country, and the word 'people' must be included!"
The instructor raised his hand and pressed down, and the room instantly fell silent, with everyone's eyes focused on him.
He looked at Zhou Jue, who was sitting quietly in the corner, drinking tea.
"Comrade Xinghuo, what do you think?"
Zhou Jue put down his teacup and smiled, "I have no objection, you can decide. However, I do have a suggestion."
She paused, then continued, "I hope we can have a flag that represents all of us, red, with shining stars on it."
"Red flag is good! Red is the color of revolution, dyed with the blood of our martyrs!" Zhu slammed his hand on the table and echoed in a strong voice.
Mr. Zhou adjusted his glasses and added, "Stars represent hope and guidance, just like Comrade Xinghuo. This is a very good meaning."
Ultimately, the country was named the "People's Republic of China" and its national flag was the Five-Starred Red Flag.
"And what about the date of the founding ceremony?" someone asked a new question.
"Hurry! The sooner the better! Let the whole world see that China has stood up!"
"I think October 1st is perfect. The autumn harvest is over, the weather is good, it's a new month, a new beginning!"
"agree!"
I second that!
The resolution was passed quickly.
Looking at this group of spirited people, Zhou Jue felt a warm current welling up in her heart. She didn't interrupt, but silently said to the system in her mind, "System, please help me."
[Host, please speak.]
"On October 1st, please record the whole thing for me in the highest definition, and also take some photos for me, especially the group photo on the city wall."
No problem, I guarantee you studio-quality photos.
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October 1, 1937.
Tiananmen Square, Beiping (Beijing).
Crowds of people, red flags waving.
Zhou Jue mingled in the crowd, dressed in simple blue overalls and wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low.
She looked at the familiar figures on the city wall. General Zhu stood tall and straight, like a javelin; Mr. Zhou was still gentle and refined, but the light in his eyes was brighter than ever; the instructor stood in the middle, holding a speech in his hand, which was trembling slightly.
"Everyone stand at attention! Raise the national flag and play the national anthem!"
As stirring music played, a bright five-star red flag, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, was escorted by several young soldiers to the flagpole.
Zhou Jue raised his head and watched the red flag rise slowly in the morning sun amidst the majestic strains of the national anthem.
Her eyes welled up with tears without her even realizing it.
She thought of the anti-Japanese guerrillas who shed their blood on the black soil, of the figures who blocked gun emplacements with their bodies on the Shanghai battlefield, and of the countless nameless heroes who sacrificed themselves for this day.
It's good that they're still alive.
"Fellow countrymen! Comrades! Friends!"
The instructor's booming voice echoed through every corner of the square via the loudspeaker.
"Today, the Central People's Government of the People's Republic of China is established!"
"boom!"
The crowd in the square instantly erupted in cheers, which were like a landslide and a tsunami, soaring into the sky.
Long live the Chinese people!
Long live the great unity of the people of the world!
Countless people laughed, jumped, hugged, and wept.
Zhou Jue was swept up by the crowd and cheered along with them. She jumped up, waved her arms vigorously, and laughed like a child.
She had the system capture this moment, freezing her, the jubilant sea of red behind her, and the magnificent figures on the city wall into the same photograph.
After the ceremony, Zhou Jue was invited to a small courtyard in Zhongnanhai.
Several leaders were present, having just changed out of their formal attire, their excitement still evident on their faces.
"Comrade Xinghuo, thank you so much for today." The instructor looked at Zhou Jue with sincere eyes: "Without you, there would be no today."
"No, no, no! This day would have come even without me! I just made it come a little faster." Zhou Jue quickly waved his hand.
General Zhu, holding a large tea mug, said, "Comrade Xinghuo, don't be modest. We old folks don't know how to thank you enough. You certainly wouldn't care about gold and silver, and you don't want official positions either..."
He scratched his head, looking troubled.
"How about I give you this old gun that's been through half a lifetime of battles?"
"Old Zhu, stop fooling around." Mr. Zhou stopped him with a smile, then took a long wooden box from the side and handed it to Zhou Jue.
"Comrade Xinghuo, we've discussed it, and we really don't have anything material to offer that matches your achievements. This is just a small token of our appreciation from us old folks; it's nothing, please don't mind."
Zhou Jue curiously opened the wooden box, inside were several rolls of Xuan paper.
She carefully unfolded the first volume, which bore four powerful characters: "Defend the Homeland." The signature was General Zhu's name, and the handwriting was indeed, as he himself said, like that of a chicken claw, but the murderous aura of war and battle was palpable.
The second volume was written by Mr. Zhou, with elegant and flowing handwriting: "A single spark can start a prairie fire, bringing peace and prosperity to the nation."
Volume Three, written by the instructor, is powerful and majestic: "Serve the people."
Zhou Jue read through the scrolls one by one, each piece of calligraphy representing a passionate heart.
She carefully put away the calligraphy and bowed deeply to the group.
"This is the most precious gift I have ever received."
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