"What do you know about me, my family? But what if? What if the Eight-Nation Alliance is really invading? If you are not afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of it. My father, we can have money and houses, but people cannot have it." Lu Ping said with a trembling shoulder, recalling the sufferings of Beijing during the Gengzi period in pain.

That year, the Boxer Rebellion first broke up, killing tens of thousands of people in Beijing, and killing any foreign things at home. Later, the Eight-Nation Alliance came and killed Beijingers. She was an old Beijinger. Twenty-three years ago, she was fourteen years old and witnessed the suffering of the Gengzi National Devastation. Especially after the army of the Eight-National Powers entered Beijing, foreign soldiers even killed people in the streets of Beijing, wantonly raped Chinese women. Some palace maids in the palace were gang raped, and more than 100,000 people died in Beijing, and nearly half of their residences were damaged. Those who had newly settled in Beijing didn’t think anything, but for them, it was an extremely painful memory.

Ma San was only sixteen years old that year. His father was originally planning to pick up something on the street in a panic and go home, and he also took advantage of it. Chinese people have this mentality. If they don’t take advantage of it, they will suffer losses. Don’t laugh at anyone. But when they saw Ma San’s father, who had two stools, was seen by a group of German soldiers. They thought these two Chinese stools were very interesting, so they snatched the stool and caught people. After they caught it, they killed them as Boxer Rebellion. They hung their heads.

At the gate of Beijing, after the Eight-Nation Alliance withdrew, Ma San dared to climb up the city wall to take off his father's head, but the body was no longer found. He could only cut a piece of wood and buried it with his father's head, and buried it outside the city of Beijing. To say that he hated foreigners, Ma San hated him more than anyone else, but he was older and had the courage to smile, hoping that his family would be safe, so he named his eldest son Ma Ping'an.

"I think the Grand Marshal Shangwu can beat him..." Ma San said hesitantly, as if he was comforting himself, and seemed very unconvincing.

Lu Ping's eyes showed helplessness and bit her lip and said, "I don't know if I can fight. But once it starts, people will die. You don't know, our boss, you are yelling to join the army every day, and you are breaking the territory to defend the country. I'm afraid that if he really fights, he will definitely join the army. If the boss joins the army, the second and third brothers will also learn from their brothers in the future. Don't you understand our children? After you took the inscription from the Grand Marshal Shangwu, they regard themselves as guards of the Grand Marshal Shangwu. Foreigners come into Beijing, and General Shangwu will definitely order wars. What are our sons doing?"

"Oh..." Ma San sighed, yes, what are his three sons doing? He used to think that having a son is good, but now he sees that his son is worried when he grows up.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a slam, and a young and strong figure walked in. Ma San and his wife were startled at first, and looked up and found that their eldest son Ma Ping'an had returned. Lu Ping shouted, "Ping'an, where have you been? Why did you leave early in the morning and didn't you see the busy work at home?"

"Dad, mom, what are you doing?" Ma Ping'an patted the snow on his body, took off his student hat and cotton earrings and asked, "Isn't this a parade these days? To celebrate Russia's surrender to our country, I went to participate in the parade and celebrate. All the classmates in our school went, and there were crowds of people and colorful flags flying, and many people were giving speeches. You don't know, the parade and celebration is interesting. There are lions and dragon dances. Didn't you hear that my voice was hoarse?" He couldn't help but leave a tired but excited smile on his face, but when he glanced at the side, he noticed that his luggage at home was ready, and said strangely: "Would we move or escape from the famine? Dad, mom?"

"Let's go to Sichuan." Ma San said.

"What are you doing to Sichuan?" Ma Ping'an said excitedly, "Sichuan is a good place. Li Bai has a poem saying: Ah, oh, it's so dangerous! The road to Shu is difficult. It's difficult to climb to the blue sky. Cancong and Yufu, why is it at a loss for the founding of the country? You are 48,000 years old and will not connect with Qin Pass. There is a bird path in the west, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapses and mountains destroys the heroes' death. Then the ladder and stone stacks are connected together. There are six dragons on the top of the sun, and there are a wave and a twist of the sun below. The yellow cranes are flying but can't pass, and the apes want to overcome the sorrows and climb. How about the green mud? A hundred steps and nine turns linger on the rocks. Look at the well and breathe, sit with your hands and sigh."

"Brother, don't be so mean? You know your Chinese literature is good, so help move quickly." Ma Jixiang, the second son of the Ma family who was cleaning up inside the house, shouted.

"Moving..." Ma Pingan settled, "Mom, are we really moving?"

Ma San nodded and said, "Why are you lying to? Hurry up, leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Ma Ping'an immediately shouted, "Why are you doing well in Sichuan? Dad, are you borrowing usury?" He said anxiously.

Lu Ping said: "Peace, we are going to fight, we are running away from famine."

Ma Ping'an immediately shouted: "Dad, mother, are you crazy? What kind of war can you fight? How can you fight?"

"You little kid doesn't know, what do you know?" Ma San sighed, "In the past few decades, my father and mother have seen a lot. My father is forty years old this year. How many wars have he experienced in Beijing? The Boxers killed tens of thousands of people in Beijing, the Eight-Nation Alliance killed tens of thousands of people, and in the early years of the Republic of China, tens of thousands of people killed in Beijing, Zhang Xun whipped the army into Beijing and killed thousands of people, and pacified the restoration and died of young people. Who did our Beijing people provoke whom. We Beijing people don't like to fight or make trouble, but every time something happens, the Beijing people always suffer losses. Be safe, let's hide in Sichuan for a while, and come back if it's really okay in a few years."

When he heard about moving and hearing that Beijing was in trouble, his family escaped, the young and impulsive Ma Ping'an suddenly felt that this was an insult to his patriotism, and even this insult was greater than family affection. Ma Ping'an immediately jumped up and shouted, "If you don't leave, you will never leave. Dad, mom, I tell you, don't say that the Eight-Nation Alliance did not come, even if they really came, I won't leave. I will stay, I will stay to defend Beijing. I am a Beijinger in my life and a Beijing ghost in my life."

"You know what you know!" Ma San slapped him in the head and said angrily: "Whatever the little bastard said is what I am!"

Ma Ping'an was at the age of rebellion. When he heard his father scolding him like this, he immediately said, "Even if I'm a big deal, I will stay in Beijing to kill the Eight-Nation Alliance."

"Ba!" Ma San was so angry that his son was so angry that he gave him a mouth, "If you don't leave today, you get out of the Ma family. You are not my Ma Saner's son."

"Hmph!" Ma Ping'an covered his face and ran out angrily. Lu Ping hurriedly chased and shouted, "Ping'an, Ping'an..." Seeing that Ma Ping'an had gone far away, Lu Ping turned around and said angrily, "Boy's father, look at you, you say whatever your father or son. You have this temper. Don't you understand your son's temper? What are you saying?"

Ma San's other three children stretched out their heads from the house and looked at the conflict between the elder brother and his father in surprise. Ma San said to them angrily: "What are you looking at? Get back--Jixiang, Ma Jixiang." The second son Ma Jixiang ran out quickly, and Ma San said: "You go chase your elder brother. This bastard is cold and cold, don't freeze to death outside."

"Okay." Ma Jixiang, the second son of the Ma family, immediately ran out to find his elder brother.

Lu Ping complained, "Look at you, why are you hitting the child? He is now at the age of stubbornness. He doesn't know where to go when you hit him. This child has been wild since he was a child."

"It's natural for me to beat my son." Ma San shouted, "What? If I don't beat him, I will still confess him?"

On this side, Ma Ping'an was a little hungry after running to the street. He didn't know where to go. The family reunion during the Chinese New Year. After the parade in the morning and afternoon, they all went home for dinner. Where did he go alone? Go home? No, he can't go home now, and his anger has not yet subsided. Thinking that his middle school classmate Wu Chuyu seemed to be an orphan, and the two had a very good relationship, he walked towards Wu Chuyu's house.

When he arrived at Wu Chuyu's house, he felt a little desolate and unpopular. Ma Ping'an knocked on the door. Wu Chuyu walked out with his eyes narrowed and shouted, "Who?"

"I, Ma Ping'an."

When he pushed the door and saw Wu Chuyu's eyes red, Ma Ping'an immediately said, "What's wrong with you? Are you crying? Why are you crying?"

"You're just crying, come in quickly, it's cold and cold outside." Wu Chuyu smiled, took him in, closed the door, the room was a little cold, he pulled Ma Ping'an into the bedroom of the inner room. There was an Anshan Iron Group cast iron coal stove in the middle of the bedroom, which was burning hot, and hot water was burning on the stove cover, which added a lot of warmth to the bedroom.

Ma Ping'an hurried over to warm his hands, Wu Chuyu also moved a stool and sat aside and said mysteriously: "Ma Ping'an, don't you know? I have heard that the Eight-Nation Alliance is coming to Beijing again."

"Do you know too?" Ma Ping'an said.

"It turns out that everyone knows it. I'm just a secret myself." Wu Chuyu said depressedly, "I came to my house yesterday and told me that I lost it. Guess what we discussed? Guess, you must have never thought of it." Obviously, Wu Chuyu is not a person who can keep the secret, and he is also a chatterbox. His eyes were smug at Ma Ping'an and waiting to ask him.

"What are you discussing?" Ma Ping'an said curiously.

Seeing that Ma Ping'an was attracted by him, Wu Chuyu picked it up, cleared his throat, and hummed a little song. Ma Ping'an was so angry that he pinched his neck. Wu Chuyu then said: "Our classmates are preparing to jointly organize a Beijing Student Hot-Blood Defense Group to defend Beijing, and fight to the end with the Yaba-Nation Alliance." He jumped up excitedly, as if holding a rifle in both hands.

"Bang!" He imitated the sound of gunfire and said to himself: "Fuck a long-haired Japanese devil to death! I have made a contribution!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)
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