On September 2, 1895, the Caishikou Court of Beijing City.{

On the guillotine, Tan Sitong was shackled, but his waist was still as tall as a pine tree. He had not seen the sun for many days, and he suffered many tortures, but his eyes were still as powerful as he looked around the swords and guns shining with cold light around the court without fear.

After hearing the news, thousands of people came to see the bustling crowd, densely packed behind the guns composed of a large number of Qing soldiers, each projecting his eyes on the not too tall and mighty figure.

Since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894, the capital has changed like white clouds and dogs. Even citizens who are used to the big scenes are still overwhelmed. Especially after the reform began, they suddenly found that the capital was like a boiling oil pan, and all kinds of people began to perform wonderful scenes on the big stage in the center of the empire.

The most lively scene was nothing more than that of Tan Sitong, a group of young scholars, who were brave enough to openly dig up the corners of the Qing Dynasty. The people outside the Sijiu City suddenly heard their remarks and felt cold all over, and the neck seemed to be covered with a knife. The experienced old people sighed privately: "This world is going to be chaos!"

They didn't know what the republic is and what the democracy is. But they all understood a simple truth. According to these so-called reformists, it would be impossible for the emperor to speak in the future. The hard-core crops of the bannermen were no longer to eat, and those yellow and red strips could no longer be killed without paying their lives. It was not that the clan's mansion had the final say, but that they would be tried or even beheaded like the common people.

Ordinary people don’t have to kneel down and kowtow when they see officials. They can even impeach corrupt officials who are entrusted with heavy taxes and dismiss their officials.

Doing this will cause chaos in the world? Is there any kingly law? Is there still a law to live?

Involuntarily, the general public hid a needle in their hearts. They also drank small wine in private and imagined the joy of life, but more of it was a kind of fear from the heart. This was no longer an ordinary rebellion. This was the rule passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years, and they broke up the stall!

Fear, difficult to understand, and difficult to accept. Similarly, the people also felt curious. What kind of people dared to say such words? Yang Hao's guys from abroad didn't count. Tan Sitong and Yan Fu were all serious Qing people who were born and raised. How could they have such a violent and contradictory thought?

When I heard that Tan Sitong was arrested, many people applauded, thinking that if they killed these troubled guys, their lives would continue to live in peace.

More people hope to see with their own eyes what this kind of awesome man looks like, is it the living Li Yuanba who is as said in the storytelling, "eight feet tall, ten feet thick, one cow can be eaten for a meal, and one hand can push down the city wall"?

As a result, when I saw this, I turned out to be a little thin young man with a long face, and I couldn't look so handsome. The big forehead must have a brain. But why did I do such a fatal thing?

There were many sighs in the crowd: "What a pity. I'm so young. I'm not going to find a right path to become an official?"

"Yeah! I heard that the emperor had summoned him and received a fourth-rank top. What a great grace this is. I didn't think about the rewards, but I did these traitorous activities. Did you think he took the wrong medicine?"

"It's not possible, right? Didn't you hear Mr. Yang praise him? He said that he is a rare talent among the tens of millions of people in China. He will be designated as the prime minister in the future... It's just broken, it's not worth it!"

"I think he should be so tired of this! He is like them. Do you still have to talk about the rules of the monarch and ministers of the Qing Dynasty? Listen to what they say, and you have to cut your braids and learn to dress up in a foreigner. Hey, I said that this ancestor has made the law, can he touch it?"

"Oh! Look at what you said, it doesn't seem like a bannerman, right? Could it be that your ancestors were born from this dynasty?"

"What the hell are you talking? What's going on when you look for Cei?"

"I'm just thinking that you don't like to listen to your statement. I'm not convinced, let's practice?"

"Who is afraid of whom! I remember that back then, I was also a man who had been on the overpass..."

The talk of talking quickly became a quarrel, but in addition to being silly, the old couple kept a three-foot-long distance without working together. They understood in their hearts that you would make a fuss in the face of the justice field, be careful to slash them out.

The buzzing sound was like a huge hornet's nest, and the unresponsive impact of the mind. Tan Sitong felt sincere sadness. It was not that he could not accept the death he was about to face, but that he had never changed his compatriots and people for thousands of years. He was very helpless and even pitiful.

This is a group of sheep who have completely lost their self. As long as they have a bite of grass at their mouth, they don’t know how to resist the evil wolf who raises them in captivity. They have forgotten that they should have been the masters of the whole world. The horns on their heads are not just used to fight for mating rights, but are powerful tools that can fight back!

Such a group of people will truly awaken and awaken in the years and years, and they will not know who can arouse the bravery of the Han family in their blood, clear the fishy smell everywhere, and make the world brighter!

The sun at noon makes people feel dizzy.

The Minister of Military Affairs and the Minister of Rites, Gangyi, looked up at the sun, took out the steel shell from his arms, and right time, nodded to the person next to him, slowly came to Tan Sitong, and hummed with a pout, "Tan's boy, it's still time to regret it now. As long as you are willing to publicly admit your mistakes, kowtow to the emperor and the empress dowager, you may be able to save your life for your father's sake."

Tan Sitong glanced at him, then immediately turned to look up at the sky, and said with a sigh: "How can the great righteousness that we are seeking in our hearts be understood by you, a person like you? Today, reform and reform are inevitable in China, but such major events will require bloodshed and sacrifice. There is no one in China yet, so start with me, Tan Sitong!"

Gangyi's face turned black and he smiled coldly, "Hey, I really have a kind of life. Since you are determined to die, I will help you. The time has come, and the execution is carried out!"

He waved his sleeves irritably, turned around and returned to the prison stage, and did not sit down, staring at Tan Sitong's back coldly.

The executioner with his upper body naked carried a ghost-headed sword on his shoulder and came to Tan Sitong to approach and bowed: "Mr. Tan, you are a hero. We are respectful to you in our hearts. Please relax. Let's take the knife tightly and keep it safe without any harm."

Tan Sitong smiled at him and nodded, "I'm working hard."

Seeing that the drama was about to reach its climax, the spectators outside the law court began to clamor and shouted loudly: "Mr. Tan is about to set off now, let's have a while!"

"Yes! Sing us a song! I went there without saying a word, and the road to the underworld is so quiet!"

There were chaotic shouts one after another, and it was noisy like a singing party.

The executioner knew that this was a retention program that would inevitably happen. He usually killed those thieves and the like, and gave them the chance to say desperate words. Therefore, he calmly stood by holding the knife and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement.

In the crowd, Wang Wuhu, a hero in the capital who was in a similar manner as Tan Si, had wide eyes wide open, his steel teeth were shattered, and his fingers were pinching, and he wanted to rush over and pinch the group of sluts to death.

The hero’s calm death was a drama that the people liked to hear, but Tan Sitong died for the righteousness of the country like this, and that was the most powerful man in the world. He could only respect him if he was so generous to death. If he still played like a monkey show, he would have slandered his reputation for life!

Huo Yuanjia, who was next to him, gently pulled his clothes and whispered: "Fifth Master, don't be angry. Our Mr. Yang has his own arrangements. We will not let Qinggou ruin Mr. Tan's life."

Wang Wu nodded stiffly, and the veins on his neck burst out high. He squirted heavily, but his eyes were still staring at the stage.

The crowd was a little quieter, and Tan Sitong raised his chest and shouted loudly: "Since Tan has joined the revolution, this body has already promised the country. He is determined to kill the thief and is powerless to return to heaven. He dies to the point of death. How happy!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers in the crowd!

The tough and arrogant beard trembled and scolded sternly: "What are you still standing there? Take action!"

The executioner had no choice but to step forward and pressed Tan Sitong's back, saying "offended", pressed him down and leaned forward with his head. Then, he stood on the right hand with his knife in his hands, raised it high, and was about to cut it down!

The crowd of onlookers seemed to be grabbed by invisible big hands and lifted up. They widened their eyes and opened their mouths, held their breath and clenched their fists, fearing that they would miss the most exciting scene when the blade shone!

At this moment, a bullet flew from a distance and accurately hit the wide and thick blade. With a "stop" sound, the big knife, which was wide and thick with a finger, was interrupted!

Under the impact of huge kinetic energy, the executioner couldn't help but tilt to the left, and staggered and pounced out in surprise!

Countless people were so scared by this incident that they let out a scream. Thousands of voices gathered together, as if the strong wind was passing through a cave. There were a lot of sighs of regret, as if they were low-key and so precious.

Wang Wu and Huo Yuanjia hated this voice for the first time in their lives. They suddenly felt disgust from the bottom of their hearts. They would rather not see such ugly things again in the future.

Gangyi, who was killed by the siege, was shocked by this sudden change, and his whole body shook. The triangular eyes flashed sharply. He glanced at the back of the crowd and shouted loudly: "What's going on?!"

No gunshots were heard, and the speed of the bullet was not something they could see clearly. People only heard the sound of the explosion, and then the ghost-headed sword was broken into two pieces.

The executioner, however, thought that he had encountered a ghost and a god, was so scared that he pissed off. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately: "Mr. Tan! Grandpa Tan! I was so scared that I dared not touch you even if I was scared! You have spared a lot of little life!"

Gangyi gritted his teeth and shouted: "Put down this waste, replace him, and continue to execute the execution!"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. Another executioner drank a bowl of strong wine, his eyes turned red, and bowed to Tan Sitong, raised his knife and chopped it!

Two turbulent arcs flashed away! One clenched his hands and broke it again, and the other hit his head accurately. A fleshy head exploded like a rotten watermelon!

This time, not even a fool can see that it is clearly someone who fired a gun from a distance, and this is going to rob the law! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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