On November 1, 1935 (the 24th year of the Republic of China), the Sixth Plenary Session of the Fourth Central Committee of the Kuomintang was held as scheduled in the administrative hall of the Party Headquarters of the Kuomintang Central Committee in Dingjiaqiao, Jinling.
The Kuomintang Central Committee members went to the Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum as usual at eight o'clock in the morning, and returned to the Central Party Headquarters at nine o'clock to hold the opening ceremony.
According to the agenda, the opening ceremony is relatively short, about twenty minutes, followed by a group photo of participants, and then a preparatory meeting at 10:30.
From the opening ceremony at nine o'clock in the morning to now, everything has been normal and there have been no emergencies. However, Ma Xiaoguang knows that what is supposed to come will always come, but the time has not yet arrived.
The security personnel in military uniforms and civilian clothes also cheered up. This meeting was long, and the people here were all the most important figures in the government. It might be unsafe for everyone to eat if they showed up.
In the morning, when the delegates entered the venue, many people who were well known by Ma Xiaoguang arrived as scheduled. The Chairman of the Standing Committee, the President of the Executive Committee, the Head of State, Mr. Sun, Shaoshuai Zhang, Director Yan... surrounded by guards and entourage, they all came with Ma Xiaoguang. Passing by each other made him feel like he was in a dream.
I just feel that what I pass by is not an individual person, but a vivid history.
The opening ceremony was presided over by the chairman of the committee and Wang Zhaoming. Slogans and applause came from time to time in the venue...
Before half past nine, the opening ceremony ended. More than a hundred party and state dignitaries poured out of the venue and prepared to take a group photo in front of the hall.
Dead Face and Ma Xiaoguang stood in the crowd of reporters. Ma Xiaoguang symbolically held up his camera to take a few pictures and meant something. The dead man's face was flushed, and he looked a little excited. He took out a small notebook and quickly jotted down something...
Ma Xiaoguang looked at the delegates. At this time, the most prominent person in the middle was no longer the chairman of the committee, but Wang Zhaoming, the executive president.
Not seeing the Chairman, Ma Xiaoguang felt a little at ease. History was moving forward according to its existing trajectory with its own huge inertia, and had not been reversed due to some other factors.
When reporters saw the conference delegates coming out, they were also very enthusiastic. They gathered around and set up their guns and cannons, ready to take pictures with their cameras or record this historical moment with their pens.
The guards responsible for security held hands to form a human wall, forming a buffer zone between reporters and representatives as a precaution.
Ma Xiaoguang saw several familiar figures among the crowd of reporters, as well as a few unfamiliar and commotion figures - it was indeed like a public toilet, everyone was there.
I have to say that the meeting organization of the government is a little bit chaotic. The delegates are in a mess, the reporters are making a mess, and the originally neat guards are a little messy when they are rushed by these two groups. The situation looks like It's not very much like the venue of a national conference, but it's somewhat similar to a vegetable market.
Representatives stood in the foyer in twos and threes, chatting in low voices, speaking loudly, or greeting each other...
In fact, everyone was waiting for the arrival of the leader of the party-state, the Chairman. After a long time, there was still no sign of the Chairman.
The Central Committee members present were usually the ones being waited for by others. Today, they had been waiting here for a long time. They were a little impatient and asked the people in charge of conference affairs one after another.
The conference staff carefully explained to the Central Committee members, while quickly arranging the seats for the group photo...
Ye Zongqing, Wang Zhaoming's secretary-general in charge of conference affairs, asked a few questions, turned around and walked through the crowd to the lounge on the second floor - Ma Xiaoguang knew that the chairman of the committee was in the lounge.
After a short time, Wang Zhaoming frowned and shook his head, looking a little angry, but his face was faintly cheerful, and he seemed to be a little excited in his heart.
After Wang Zhaoming whispered a few words to Ye Zongqing and Marshal Zhang next to him, he did his job and sat in the center of the group of people taking the group photo.
Seeing that the principal was already in place, the delegates also followed the guidance of the conference staff and stood in five rows. Wang Zhaoming in the center had the rare feeling of being surrounded by stars, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
Ma Xiaoguang saw that in addition to Wang Zhaoming, sitting in the front row were Lin Sanmu, Zhang Renjie, Sun Dagongzi, Dai Guoshi, Yan Laoxi, Zhang Shaoshuai, Zhang Ji... people who left their names in history.
After a while, the representatives were in place, and the reporters also took up their positions. The crowded group stood in a semicircle - it was indeed chaotic. Ma Xiaoguang, who was holding a camera among the reporters, frowned. The brows couldn't help but think.
Wang Zhaoming nodded to the conference staff, only to hear the sound of "clicking" everywhere, the spotlight kept flashing, and puffs of white smoke from the camera rose.
At 9:35, the photos were taken. The representatives all breathed a sigh of relief and got up and walked into the venue.
At this time, among the many reporters, a shout suddenly came from among the reporters: "Down with the traitors!"
Following the shouting, a figure flashed past, and a young reporter stood up and quickly pulled out a .38-caliber revolver from his coat pocket.
The young man's figure seemed to become extremely tall at this time, and Ma Xiaoguang seemed to see a light behind him.
History seems to be frozen in this moment...
"Bang bang bang, bang bang" were several crisp gunshots, and bullets were fired from the gun in the young man's hand. His marksmanship was excellent, and every bullet hit Wang Zhaoming.
Following the gunshot, Wang Zhaoming immediately fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead...
A sudden change occurred and the scene was in chaos!
In the chaos, Zhang Ji, who was beside Wang Zhaoming, reacted very quickly. A few of them ran up behind the young man and hugged him. No one expected that he, a party member who was nearly fifty years old, could be so strong.
Next to Zhang Ji, the young and strong Marshal Zhang also arrived quickly. He kicked the assassin down with a flying kick and knocked the gun out of the young man's hand - the Marshal was indeed very skilled, but for some reason he had shrunk his eggs.
Except for the two extraordinary men, the other members of the Central Committee of the Party and State got into a mess. Zhang Renjie, who was sitting on his chair, was so frightened that he rolled to the ground. Minister Kong of the Ministry of Finance was actually very skilled and threw himself under a car in the yard. , the agility of his movements is no less than that of an agent...
The guards around Wang Zhaoming just reacted at this time, pulled out their pistols, and fired two shots at the young man who was assassinating him - at such a close distance, they would have committed suicide if they missed the target.
Everything was the same as in history. Looking at the chaotic crowd in front of him and listening to the chaotic sounds in his ears, Ma Xiaoguang felt a faint pain in his heart. For the first time, he felt a sense of powerlessness - what was supposed to happen happened.
But he didn't lose his mind for too long, there were still many things to do.
Wang Zhaoming and the venue have their own people to take care of it. The most important thing now is to do what needs to be done quickly.
After the gunshot, the editor-in-chief of Dead Face History was confused. Isn't this the script that was agreed upon? He felt something was wrong when the Chairman did not show up, but his identity was an ordinary journalist, and the superior did not give him a direct assassination mission, so he was prepared to deal with it for a while and then escape, but he did not expect that things would become a big deal now. It's time to take the thirty-sixth stratagem as the best one. He stretched out his posture and left Ma Xiaoguang beside him, and he disappeared in a flash.
The Central Party Headquarters is now in chaos. There are hundreds of people running around and no one can care about anyone else. Everything is in chaos.
A few familiar figures flashed out from the chaotic crowd. Ma Xiaoguang gritted his teeth and without thinking, he followed a running figure...
Lu Youcai (Rokubei Kondo), disguised as a reporter, was running with a gun in his body. The target did not appear, but an unexpected assassination occurred. Wang Zhaoming was not his target, and he did not shoot. The problem He knew his own situation well. If he didn't run away, he would be caught or shot to death immediately.
Shimamoto Kenichi and Shimamoto Yuji were also running desperately. The "Honnoji Incident" they had rehearsed countless times in their hearts yesterday did not happen. Although the assassination occurred, it was not what they wanted - the order from the top was not an assassination. Wang Zhaoming, the venue is in a mess now, and the hearts of the two of them are also in a mess. The only solution for now is to leave this place of right and wrong first, otherwise the weapons on their bodies are inexplicable.
Eguchi Kazuo's younger brother Hideo Eguchi is also on the run. He didn't make up as a reporter. He had sneaked into the Central Party Headquarters the night before and was wearing cleaner's clothes - it's too uncreative to dress up as a reporter, but He didn't have time to draw his gun, because when he touched his body, the gun was gone!
At this time, gunshots rang out at the venue. Not caring about so many people, Eguchi Hideo naturally ran away...
However, Hideo Eguchi hadn't run a few steps when he saw a man in a Chinese tunic suit following him closely. He ran faster when he ran faster, and when he slowed down, he slowed down as well. What's the point? Eguchi Hideo was a little angry, and was about to stop and have a few words with this man, but before he opened his mouth, he only felt a huge force hitting the back of his neck, and he didn't know anything.
Lu Youcai was very skilled. He rushed through the chaotic crowd. Before the military police at the entrance of the Central Party Department had time to react, he rushed out and quickly ran to the nearby Tongjia Lane.
I just turned into Tongjia Lane and saw that the alley was empty. I screamed in my heart that it was bad. I turned around and saw that the back road was blocked by several young men with guns. When I turned around, I saw that there were many young men in the alley. The uniformed national army officer held a gleaming short knife, but the officer's eyes were colder than the knife in his hand.
Lu Youcai reached out and took out the gun on his body, raised the gun and fired. After three gunshots, the national army officer in front of him disappeared.
Lu Youcai didn't take the time to observe whether he hit the target. He just pulled out his legs and prepared to run forward. At this time, he felt a pain in his wrist and dropped the pistol to the ground, followed by a cold feeling on his neck.
"Don't move, or you will die if you move again." This was the national army officer just now, but now he was standing beside Lu Youcai, with the short knife on his neck.
Before Lu Youcai could take the next step, the people behind him had already swarmed up and pinned him down, unable to move.
There are many similar situations nearby.
