Alright, stop daydreaming. Wang Zhenyu glared at the person still shaking him and said, "Originally nothing was wrong, but now that youve shaken me like this, somethings wrong."

  Ma Xi Cheng finally let out a sigh of relief, awkwardly withdrew his hand and stopped calling Wang Zhen Yu by his nickname: "Master Guan Dai, its all right if nothing happened."

  Is the belt loose? Wang Zhenyu felt that Zhang Ers head was like a monk who couldnt touch his own brain, and he subconsciously touched the back of his head. Hmm, how sticky it is, and it still smells of strong fishy smell. Ah, bleeding! I guess the previous owner of this body must have bumped his head against a stone for some reason, otherwise it wouldnt have been passed on to me. This stone, hmm, just in terms of passing ability, its comparable to Xinjiang people selling cuttlefish to Mo Yan.

  Fortunately, the wound was not too big and didnt bleed much. After Ma Xi Cheng simply bandaged it with gauze and a band-aid from his first aid kit, it was fine. Wang Zhenyu stood up triumphantly, brushed off the dust on his butt, and even jumped up and down a few times.

  Ma Xi Cheng felt relieved when he saw Wang Zhen Yu like this, but Wang Zhen Yus next words made him tense up again: "Who am I? Who are you? Where is this?"

  Along the way, perhaps due to the constant stimulation of brain nerves by the painful wound, Wang Zhenyus mind became exceptionally clear. He began to sort out the residual memories left in this body for himself.

  He quickly recalled that the person in front of him was his own bodys original owners cousin, Ma Xi Cheng. Moreover, it was a very coincidental thing that the original owner of this body was also named Wang Zhenyu, and not a single character was different from his own name. The original owner was born on October 10th, Guangxu 16th year (1890), and was currently 21 years old. At the age of 15, he relied on his uncle Wang Longzhongs recommendation to enter the Hunan Army Primary School. He graduated at the age of 18 and was assigned to the 49th Battalion as a squad leader. At the age of 20, he was promoted to team leader, and half a month ago, he became the deputy commander of the second battalion. His parents were still alive, his fathers name was Wang Longxian, and his mothers name was Wang Chen Shi. He had seven siblings in total, with an older brother and sister above him, and three younger brothers and one younger sister below him. The current time was September 19th, Xuantong 3rd year (November 9th, 1911).

  The above Ma Xi Cheng also spoke up and helped Wang Zhen Yu tidy up, so memories became clear here.

  "Wait a minute!" Wang Zhenyu hastily interrupted his elder cousins words, because he already knew that this persons mother, Ma Chen Shi, was his own aunt. However, at the moment, he wasnt very interested. "Elder cousin, what were you just saying? Is it now the third year of the Xuantong era? Then where are we right now?"

  Wang Zhenyus history teacher and class advisor in junior high school was from Shaodong, Hunan Province. He was despised by Wang Zhenyu for liking to ask students for gifts, but Wang Zhenyu still attended his history classes with great diligence. He clearly remembered that the so-called Xuantong Emperor was overthrown in the third year of his reign, and now the Xinhai Revolution has broken out?

  "This is Hanyang, we are the Hunan army!" As if in coordination with Ma Xicheng, the sound of a cannon echoed from afar as soon as he finished speaking, sounding particularly mournful on this quiet night. Wang Zhenyu suddenly felt a chill run up his spine from the base to the nape of his neck, and his whole body involuntarily shivered.

  Wang Zhenyus eyes widened in shock: "My god, this is a real revolution! And Ive been sent to the front lines of the Xinhai Revolution. What am I supposed to do? This isnt a joke, right? Its not like Im playing around. At least if I were disabled, I wouldnt have to go back to the battlefield and die again. Didnt they say my life wasnt over yet? You damned cow-headed horse-faced demons, look at your sisters temptation to return to the village! This is a serious dereliction of duty. Youve turned my peaceful afterlife into a day trip to Hong Kong and Macau. Next time I die, Ill definitely go to King Yamas place every day to file a complaint. Even if they send me to the spiritual hospital in hell, I wont be afraid. Ill never be done with you guys!"

  Niú Tóu Mǎ Miàn, who was watching "The Temptation of Homecoming", wiped away tears while holding back a sneeze.

  For the history of Xinhai Revolution, Wang Zhenyu can be considered as a mastermind!

  Later generations of the Celestial Empire, although the whole country is condemning the Japanese government for revising history textbooks and beautifying its aggressive history. However, in reality, the Celestial Empires own history textbooks have also been repeatedly raped multiple times according to political needs, historical figures have been completely facialized, good people help old ladies cross the road from a young age, bad people climb trees and dig bird nests from a young age.

  But no matter how it is revised or beautified, there is one thing that Wang Zhenyu remembers very clearly and will never get wrong: from start to finish, the great and glorious saintly gentleman and national father Sun Yat-sen was never the opponent of the reactionary dark corrupt despicable traitor Yuan Shikai.

  After many years of being deeply influenced by the education of patriotism and positive revolutionary traditions, I have always believed that justice will prevail over evil. Every time I see the section on Sun Yat-sens confrontation with Yuan Shikai in history textbooks, I sincerely pray that the Father of the Nation could have a small universe explosion, then use a heavenly horse flying fist to kill Yuan Guang Head, rebuild China and conquer the world. However, history is different from history textbooks, and its not like watching an anti-Japanese TV series that evokes sympathy for the Japanese devils - its real and cruel. The ending often goes like this: the Father of the Nations revolution has yet to succeed, then he takes a group of fellow revolutionaries who still need to work hard and runs to the Black Dragon Society in Japan again and again to regroup and continue their efforts. Then they repeatedly lose battles... History is just a continuous cycle like that.

  I dont know if they met Chen Zhen, who came to kick the hall, when they were in Heilongjiang. If they did, would the founding fathers and these revolutionaries help Heilongjiang or Chen Zhen? Uh, got off track again.

  In the end, its still due to a lack of strength. The Beiyang Army was too incompetent in this era.

  For the Asian army of the same era, the Beiyang Six Divisions, which were trained with national strength, can be considered one of the best in Asia in terms of both individual equipment and training level. Think about it, they even cut off their queues left by their ancestors to learn from the Germans. This is more practical than the Chinese Football Association and the General Administration of Sports, who have always emphasized "Chinese characteristics" and "national conditions", and refused to adopt advanced international concepts many times. It seems that the style of these two government departments in later generations is even more bureaucratic than that of the Qing dynasty, which is a progress or a regression?

  Later military fans of this era even have an immature hypothesis that if China had a strong enough military industry at that time, the Beiyang Armys combat power alone could be compared with the European powers during World War I. This is not nonsense, you dont see who trained the Beiyang Army, it was the most serious German in this world.

  Unfortunately, after the fall of the Qing dynasty, China was plagued by internal strife for years and didnt recover to its former glory as the worlds fourth-largest economy until the founding of New China. After all, during the Republic of China era, land was still privately owned, and there wasnt a solid political foundation for real estate development, let alone maintaining an 8% GDP growth rate; it was completely stagnant, just like Europes population in later years. The fate of the Beiyang Army was naturally the same as that of Chinese football, which neglected youth training: even if they managed to get into the World Cup with a particular group of players, they couldnt change their fundamental nature of being all talk and no action.

  In the end, it was naturally forgotten by everyone.

  Lets get back to the point, just how strong was the Beiyang Army? You can go and take a look at those novels that feature time-traveling protagonists who go back to the late Qing dynasty or early Republican era. Almost all of them, no matter how intelligent or wise they are, wouldnt dare to directly challenge the Beiyang Army in single combat. Generally speaking, they would find a place far away from the Beiyang Army, practice their inner strength, wait for an opportunity, and then come out and defeat the Beiyang Army with one blow of their "Dismal Soul-Piercing Palm", unifying the country. So we often see people going to Nanjing to fight against Zhang Xun in a bloody battle, but nobody dares to be romantic or simple enough to come to Wuhan to exchange blows with Feng Guozhang. If you compare it to online games, Zhang Xun is like a treasure that gives experience points, while Feng Guozhang is the ultimate BOSS. Such a challenging target should be left for other young revolutionaries of the same era to deal with!

  Revolution is romantic, participating in revolution is glorious. Wang Zhenyu, who had received red education from the afterlife, also retained this concept in his mind, but he was not a brainless person. He knew what war was all about, and it was completely different from the Jiangsu-Zhejiang allied armys attack on Nanjing. On that side, someone opened the floodgate, and then a group of people rushed in, and Zhang Xun led a group of people to flee after seeing the situation was not good. Then Nanjing was recovered. As for Wuhan, apart from having an advantage in numbers, the militia was inferior to the Beiyang army in terms of both the quality of soldiers and equipment. Moreover, the commander-in-chief was Huang Xing, a traditional good man with reputation but no real ability. History has repeatedly proven that good men are generally well-intentioned but cause harm to themselves, and their ability to create self-inflicted wounds is often more powerful than that of their enemies.

  So the problem arises, at this time running to Hanyang has no romance only stimulation, the stimulation of death. More tragic is that the one who kills you is a good person, so are you a good person or a bad person when youre killed? Rest in peace...

  Thinking of this, Wang Zhenyu let out a mournful sigh in his heart. Niu Tou Ma Mian, I thank your eight generations of ancestors! How can a ghost messenger do their job with such a lack of professional ethics?!

  "Reporting to Commander Wang, Second Lieutenant Wang Zhenyu has come to report." Wang Zhenyu made an effort to look like a soldier, puffed out his chest, raised his head, sucked in his stomach, and stood with his feet together, giving a standard military salute to Wang Longzhong.

  Wang Longzhong, although a rough man, also clearly felt that his nephew was different today. Usually, he would be called "Uncle" in front of and behind people, afraid that others wouldnt know hes his nephew. How come its so formal today? After serving as a soldier for so many years, this is the first time Ive seen him stand at attention with such standard military posture!

  "Good fellow..." He glanced at Wang Zhenyu again, and Wang Longzhong was stunned: "Whats wrong with your head?"

  Wang Zhenyu hadnt thought of a response yet, when Ma Xicheng, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and said: "Reporting to the commander-in-chief, on our way here, General Guan fell off his horse by accident and hit the back of his head, causing bleeding. Hes a bit dizzy!"

  Wang Zhenyu was full of praise in his heart, wonderful! Youve completely explained everything for me, and Im saved the trouble.

  "Good grief, you little scamp! How could you be so careless and get hurt before even going into battle? Whats wrong with you?" Wang Longzhongs face was cold but his heart was hot, and although he spoke words of concern, they sounded like a fierce rebuke.