Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

Right now.

Datang.

Li Shimin looked at Gu Weijun in the picture with a calm face, but his heart was deeply touched.

That resolute, deep face, God knows how much pressure it beared, but Li Shimin saw the faces of all beings in it.

Many different shadows are imprinted and appeared in the shadows -

there is Chen Zhongfu who has been looking for a way all his life, there is Li Shouchang who inherits the legacy of his mentor and compares alarm clocks and bombs, there is Lu Xun who looks around and is a black iron house, and there are young faces such as Guo Qinguang, Xie Shaomin, Wen Yiduo...

Pushing back further, Yat Xian, Mr. Yi, who had been in the uprising all his life, the late Huang Xing, Cai Yi and others,

and Tan Sitong, who had shed blood for reform and started by himself...

There are too many!

Faces that are young, vicissitudes, and old -- they constitute the inheritance of the times.

Spanning one era after another, the only thing that remains unchanged is their belief in the path of seeking the country.

Li Shimin's heart is very active.

His gaze gradually became deeper and more serious, and there was an extreme fierceness condensing in his eyes.

The emperor finally slowly closed his eyes and asked.

"Wei Zheng, what do you think will be the final outcome of the Paris Peace Conference?"

his voice was low, like thunder and roaring.

Wei Zheng, Fang Xuanling, eldest grandson Wuji and other ministers all bowed their heads, and Li Jing, Cheng Biting Jin, Wei Chi Jingde and other military generals burst out with a thousand gleam in their eyes.

Like a sleeping volcano, erupting is the wrath of heaven.

In the end, the Chinese Association refused to sign, and the situation between Dongying and China would be further deteriorated.

Wei Zheng replied softly.

"Yes, a small country has forced my future kingdom to this point

?" "As an ancestor, shouldn't I do something?"

Although Li Shimin's voice was soft, it contained endless anger.

In a word, it directly made the atmosphere of the court solemn.

Wei Zheng and the others held their breath even more, and asked tremblingly: "According to Your Majesty's opinion, yes..."

"Didn't that projectile send a lot of envoys to the Tang Dynasty? Let them go, and cut off diplomatic contacts from now on!"

Tang Taizong said coldly: "In addition, the more the army is ordered to build sea ships, the better." "

Yes.

In the canopy, the country and Paris, all the people of the country crossed a vast sea, and the corresponding scene in the distance touched the emperor.

He can no longer sit still and will not be limited to just watching, but will put it into action.

On the other side of the !! attacking Dongying

, it was still the

Tang Dynasty, but it was Tang Gaozong Li Zhi.

Li Zhi looked at the picture that appeared in the sky, and was silent without saying a word.

At this moment, there are constant urgent reports.

"The combined forces of Goguryeo and Baekje are attacking Silla! Silla can't resist it, so they ask for help from the Celestial Empire

!" "The Japanese Kingdom joined the battlefield, and it is said that there are more than 40,000 people and more than 1,000 search warships are heading for the mouth of the Baekjiang River!"

These two urgent reports completely ignited the anger that had accumulated in Li Zhi's heart, and there was only one word.

"Hit. Unlike

Li Shimin, Li Zhi did not wait, but directly ordered an attack.

After announcing the order, Li Zhi looked up at the canopy above, and what appeared in his mind was the general trend that China was facing at this moment in the future.

Confusion, riots, national humiliation, warlords, ideological differences...

"Who is the one who finally stands out?" Just

in ancient times, when the Tang Dynasty was the first to sit still, words still appeared in the sky.

[Few histories divide history into two eras clearly and unambiguously as the 'May Fourth Wind and Thunder', which is both the beginning of a new era and the end of a declining era. [

People shouted highly, bid farewell to the past, and all walks of life participated in this search for answers to the fate of the country.

["New Youth" led the whole May Fourth storm, and all over the country, it is expected that more ideological newspapers and periodicals will appear. The

screen appears.

Beijing, Students' Union.

It has been many days since the May Fourth Thunderstorm, but the students' enthusiasm is still high, and their faces are still full of anger.

It was in this situation that they founded the "May Seven Journal".

"May Seventh, it's a day of national shame!" But in order to further suppress us, the government actually plans to close down the 'May Seventh'?"

"'No case has been filed, violating the law of publication', hehe, what a joke

!" "This kind of government is really rotten!"

The students were furious.

As early as May Fourth, they had already marched into the streets and seen the vicious and ugly faces of those arms traffickers.

"Let's go, go to the theory! Question them why they seized the "May Seven!"

But they were greeted by an unspeakable detention.

"Bang!"

the cold iron door slammed shut, reflecting the increasingly angry eyes of the

students.

"Warlords are in charge, there will never be hope for this country!"

the students roared angrily in the

dark cell.

Some people also sneered: "Do you think that the current era is still the old era of feudalism in the past? Wrong, there are too many students out there who dare to stand up, and we are all 'new youths' who are turning the tide with their bodies! If they arrest us, it doesn't matter, there will be more students coming forward

!" "'May Seven' will not be suspended!!"

The

picture has changed.

A synagogue, the home of the student union.

The news of the closure of the magazine and the arrest of several protesting students reached the ears of the students.

A wordless rage, conceived in the air, intensified.

At this moment, an inconspicuous student stepped forward with anger on his face.

This kind of anger is not directed at Lei Qiang overseas, but at the domestic government itself, and it will only target the spearhead and the students at the spearhead and the spearhead.

There is no hope for such a country!

He is Mr. Qiu Bai, and after experiencing that storm and thunder, he has profoundly understood this truth.

If you want to change, even the slightest bit, you have to go to the opposite side of the warlords.

"'May Seven' must

not be stopped!" He suddenly let out an angry roar: "The more they seal up, the more they are afraid!" The 'May Fourth Wind and Thunder' is not a one-time parade, just roar, it will be enough, it will enter a new stage and be reborn in blood! The scope will be wider and the number of people will be larger!"

His

words touched the students.

At this moment, Qu Qiu shook his gaze resolutely.

There are too many pioneers on this path, and he will follow in his lead.

There is no more of him, and there is no less of him!

As soon as the picture turned, it was late at night in the capital.

In the past, the night was dead and silent, and there were no people on the road, but tonight, it was brightly lit.

The footsteps were like jade, very urgent, very fast.

It's people.

Densely packed working class.

The first one walked with his head held high and stride.

He is Li Shouchang.

Dressed in a black shirt and carrying torches, he lit up the entire darkness.

He has already set the path, he will not look back, pick up the pace, and call on more people to join him.

Before, it was students and young people, but now, it's workers!

PS: The current limit is very strong, and the free gifts are troublesome to everyone, but the author is also conscientious, and the time to check the information and revise it is far more than the time to write the article.