Perhaps at this time, Beichen, who was far away in North America, had not realized that the consequences of his stubbornness and the feeling that the Tokyo Tongmenghui would start a new job without obeying the command. When he established the Tongmenghui branch in San Francisco and changed it to the Chinese Revolutionary Party, he faced the question of changing his name and said publicly: "The Tongmenghui has been cancelled, and the funds are raised by me. The party members have no right to inquire, so why should they be criticized?"

Members of the Tokyo Tongmenghui refuted: "The Tongmenghui is organized by a combination of patriots across the country, so why can one person cancel it? The funds are direct movements, but they are raised in the name of the public, and there is some expenses. Everyone should not be asked about it." Faced with the doubts, Beichen had nothing to say and said silently.

Obviously, Beichen overestimated his reputation and prestige. He felt that the Tongmenghui was accomplished because of him, rather than having the title of Prime Minister of the Tongmenghui to have greater influence. He believed that as long as he ascended the high school, he could still organize a revolutionary group like a finger, and not weaker than the Tokyo Tongmenghui.

From this we can also see that as the Prime Minister, Beichen did not know much about the organization, leadership and other work of the Tokyo Tongmenghui. On the one hand, this made the members of the Tokyo Tongmenghui alienate and doubt it, and on the other hand, it made Beichen not aware of the light and dark strength contained in the Tokyo Tongmenghui.

At this point, the large-scale alliance of revolutionary groups initiated by Chen Wenqiang was settled. The revival will achieve brand merger at a very small cost. The revolutionary power has been greatly promoted, and no one can shake its dominant position in the Chinese revolutionary trend.

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The sky was faint, neither sunny nor cloudy, just like the mood of a person in the military camp.

The first batch of three patrol battalions were stationed in the west of Guangzhou City. After seven or eight days, they were encircled in the military camp. They were not good or bad for food and drink, and they were trained every day, but if you want to go out, it wouldn't work. Each military camp sent more than 30 so-called military police, wearing hoops on their arms, and they were all strong and strictly controlled the camp gate.

This kind of ignorant situation seemed to not take them seriously. For a few days, I passed by indifferently. Some guys were so tired that they were also resentful, and gradually they wanted to make trouble.

In the dormitory, several veterans gathered together and vented their dissatisfaction.

"Damn it, if we are smelly socks, let them be hung here." Han Xin slammed and threw the water-drinking jar on the table.

"That's it. We train all day long, not to mention the salary increase, but we have to go out and have fun!" Zhao Lingguang turned his wrist and looked eager to try. Unfortunately, his face was full of vulgarity, which made people not very satisfied.

"Hehe, that guy named Zheng dares to show off his bad airs to us, and he doesn't care about his own weight." Monk Zhu gently stroked the scar on his face and said with a sneer: "I crawled out of the dead, and I really didn't take him seriously."

"What are you waiting for? Go out for food, drink and have fun. What dares he do to us?" Zhao Lingguang sucked.

"Not good!" Wang Lao Nian said weakly, "No matter what, he is the commander of the military police and our commander. If the trouble starts, he will have to wear small shoes in the future!"

"Damn it, he will have to rely on our brothers to fight bandits and make contributions in the future!" Han Xin said indifferently: "Let's go out together and let him know that our brothers are not soft-boys."

"Yes, let's go together, whoever doesn't go is a coward." Zhao Lingguang was afraid that the matter would not make a big deal, so he made a fuss.

As soon as he said this, he forced everyone to the point where he could only go with the big flanks. Even Wang Lao Nian stood up helplessly, pulled the wrinkles on his clothes, and waited to follow behind to cheer.

"Let's go, let's go to the city to play!" Han Weixin waved his hand, and led a dozen people out of the dormitory and headed straight to the gate.

"Stop, the sir has an order, and there is no pass, so you are not allowed to go out." The sentry at the gate of the military camp dutifully stopped the group of soldiers walking out.

"Sir? We didn't even see anyone." Han Xin took off the sentry's gun casually and said indifferently: "What's the matter with locking us here?"

"Yes. We want to go out for some breath, please get out of here." Zhao Lingguang stepped forward and pushed the sentry.

The sentry took a step back, not panic, but put his finger in his mouth and blew a loud whistle.

With the whistle, a group of soldiers ran in from outside the door, in the barracks and guardhouses. They all had guns and ammunition, and ran to the front. Without saying a word, they surrounded the veterans and their shiny bayonets rushed to their chests.

"It's broken. It hit the gun." Wang Lao Nian shrank and muttered in a low voice: "This is intentional, just waiting for us fools to come out and cause trouble!"

Zhao Lingguang's eyes were circling around. Seeing that the scene was obviously prepared, he felt like he fell into a trap. Not only him, but the others were also shocked. No one expected that before the incident started, he would be kept under control.

"Brothers, we won't go out." Wang Lao Nian was pushed by someone and almost hit the bayonet. He quickly reached out and moved the bayonet away carefully, and said with a smile: "We'll go back now, please give way."

A young officer appeared with his hands behind his back and sneered at the veterans: "You stay here honestly and wait for the superior to come back to deal with it!"

"That" Zhao Lingguang wanted to defend himself. The young officer waved his hand impatiently, and the soldiers pulled the bolts and pointed the muzzle and bayonet at them.

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"Sir, Qingxiang probably has to take action in advance." Chen Jiongming summarized the recent report information, reported to Chen Wenqiang, and made suggestions, "The city of Guangzhou and the nearby commercial areas have been almost wiped out. The results are good, but the public security situation in the province does not seem to have improved."

Chen Wenqiang took the information, just a brief look and put it down, and said slowly: "According to the current information, we can choose key areas to clear the countryside. But the army, the police can trust it, and the patrol battalion is more than disturbing the people, and it is useless to suppress bandits!"

"Sir, have you sent a military police?" Chen Jiongming asked in confusion: "With them supervision and suppression, it should be fine, right?"

Chen Wenqiang shook his head gently and said, "Using chaos in troubled times is not only limited to suppressing bandits, but also applies to patrol battalions with corrupt military discipline. Sending military police alone is not enough. There must be a group of people who are shocked, eliminate the inferior and retain the strong, and continue to supervise the bullet and suppress the enemy."

Chen Jiongming felt it was reasonable, so he listened carefully until he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

What came in to report was the dispatched military police. When Chen Wenqiang heard the news of the troublemakers, he looked serious at first, but when he heard that the situation had been controlled, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he actually laughed, which was really confusing.

Is it going to be chopping people's heads and killing people to establish authority? Chen Jiongming had some speculations, but also a little awesome.

"Let's go and have a look." Chen Wenqiang was waiting for this news. Now that the stone has fallen, it's time for him to take action.

"Sir, please, please." Chen Jiongming followed respectfully.

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In the military camp, the guys who were making trouble were watched very closely. But over time, these people could not maintain one position and all moved their bodies secretly. Another group of soldiers watched curiously not far away, whispering, discussing what punishment these guys would receive.

A rapid sound of horse hooves sounded, from far to near, and in a blink of an eye, he ran into the military camp and took the lead in his military uniform, and was the straight and alternative. It was Zheng Laosan, the backbone of Longxingtang who had been following Chen Wenqiang for a long time, and he also participated in the battle in Qiongzhou.

Zheng Laosan appeared in front of everyone for the first time in a majestic posture, and it did have the effect of being ahead of others. But everyone had their own opinions and ideas. Although they didn't dare to say it, their expressions were different and they could express it in some ways. When Zheng Laosan kicked off the horse, he walked over with a gloomy face and strode. Chen Wenqiang and others behind him were slow and dismounted and watched.

"Salute!" the young officer leading the team shouted loudly.

The military police around the troublemakers were the first to collect their guns and stand at the verge of salute. The veterans looked at each other, hesitatingly wondering if they should follow suit. Saying is a trivial matter, but a few guys thought that doing so would lose their momentum and wanted to stand up.

Zheng Laosan slowly glanced over the troublemaker with cold eyes. Yes, it was not a big deal, but he needed this excuse to play.

Under his gaze, there were veterans who saluted, and some people took the lead, and the tough guys were not confident. Although they were reluctant and reluctant, everyone finally saluted.

Zheng Laosan remembered the expressions of each person in his heart, smiled coldly, slowly replied with a greeting, and shouted in a low, brief and powerful manner: "All of all!" After that, he turned around and headed straight to the playground.

The whistle sounded, and the soldiers in the barracks heard the order and soon after, the team completed the assembly and lined up. The veteran who was causing trouble was taken in front of the team, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Zheng Laosan walked slowly in front of the team, squinting his eyes from time to time, looking at the veterans who were making trouble one by one. When it comes to murder, he had opium dealers on his hands and the blood of the gang members. He was even more contaminated with blood on the battlefield. Before he knew it, the solemn and bloody atmosphere had penetrated into his body.
Chapter completed!