c_t; A few hours ago, bombs dropped from B17 bombers washed over the city of Guangzhou like a torrential rain, and the continuous explosions destroyed and shattered all the houses. (Advertisement) Just like the last bombing, the fire caused by the explosion effortlessly ignited the tattered wooden walls, and the entire city became red hot and orange. After that, the most frightening thing happened: after a huge explosion, the broken house debris was rushed to an altitude of more than 4,000 meters by an invisible air wave. In less than a moment, this air wave was blown away by the people below. The fire lit up and turned into a red pillar of fire. Two B17s that were very close to each other were overturned by air waves. They rolled violently several times in the air and then disintegrated and fell. None of the pilots survived. There are eels in the river, and the air-raid shelters in Guangzhou are oven pigs. At the moment when the fire tornado blew up, due to lack of oxygen, hundreds of thousands of people died due to lack of oxygen. But the torture was not over yet, and the bodies they left behind were eventually buried in the river. Under the smokiness of the fire, streams of corpse oil often ooze out, emitting an alluring aroma. After a night of fire, Chen Lianbo, the representative of Guangdong Province, happened to take a flight back to the city to visit his parents in his hometown. When he walked to the small north gate, he collapsed to the ground. He knelt and beat the ground and chest. He wanted to cry but couldn't cry. The roar was heartbreaking. In this beast-like wail, there is not only sadness, sorrow, but also regret. He voted for Weng Wenhao to come to power and form a cabinet; he voted to withdraw from the East Asia Alliance; he voted not to declare war on the United States. He did everything he could, but the result was that his family was destroyed, but his original intention was clearly to save his family, his family, and even Guangzhou, the most prosperous city in South China. Why is this so? Chen Lianbo was grieving in Guangzhou, while Wu Jinglian, the speaker of the House of Auditors, denounced Shi Chengzhi, the director of the National Security Bureau who controlled communications, in Beijing. Immediately, photos of the tragic fire in Guangzhou were sent to the capital through the fax network. Read the full text of the latest chapter. After convening all the representatives in Beijing, the House of Representatives immediately held a vote on the formation of the new cabinet. Shocked by the photos and casualties, the provincial representatives shivered. Encouraged by the tears of National Party leader Liang Qichao, almost all of them voted. Yes vote. On July 29, the 27th year of Shenwu, Zhong Guanguang became the fifth Prime Minister of Greater China, and Weng Wenhao's cabinet fell. On that day, millions of people in the capital and hundreds of thousands of students who came to Beijing to petition inside and outside the city immediately marched to celebrate the collapse of the traitorous cabinet. After a thorough cheer, the cries from the students swept through the entire city like wind. The people killed and injured in the Guangzhou disaster were all Chinese compatriots. Thinking of their tragic situation, no one did not shed tears. While millions of people were wiping away their tears, the bells of all the temples inside and outside the capital rang simultaneously. The next day was the first day of the seventh lunar month. All cities across the country were dressed in black gauze and all temples held pujas to pray for the salvation of the more than 300,000 people who died in Guangzhou. On the third day of the seventh lunar month, when Yang Rui flew to the capital from Sakhalin Island, he saw a world of black and white. People and students were separated on both sides of the road. The person who greeted him was Zhong Guangguan or the emperor's uncle Zhu Fulun. It's an old man and his child who doesn't know how to talk. Before Yang Rui's motorcade drove into Yongding Gate, the old man took his children and knelt on the spacious but empty road. Yang Rui, who understood what was going on, immediately got out of the car and hurriedly helped him, but the old man was holding several pieces of clothing in his hands while crying and talking. He was choking, twitching all over, and all he spoke was in vernacular. In fact, without words, Yang Rui also understood that these were the clothes of his family and children in Guangzhou. In the Guangzhou tragedy, only one elder and one young child were left in the family, and all their children and grandchildren suffered. There were so many people in the country, but he did not go to Dali Temple to cry or to the Zhonghua Gate. Only when Yang Rui arrived in Beijing did he kneel in silence outside the Yongding Gate with tears streaming down his face. He expected Yang Rui to make the decision for him, burning hamburgers, Tokyo was only a matter of time after the US military was equipped with incendiary bombs. We didn¡¯t want the overly prosperous Guangzhou to ignite such a fire due to ordinary bombs. According to the subsequent investigation, the main cause of the fire was the explosion of the pipeline of Chengxi Natural Gas Company, and the natural gas stored by Guangzhou Natural Gas Company that rushed up to an altitude of 4,000 meters. "Uncle" Yang Rui patted the old man on the back, wanting to say something but couldn't find any words to comfort him. He finally took the clothes he sent, holding them with both hands, and strode forward after the old man was persuaded to leave by his subordinates. Under the attention of countless citizens and students, the representatives of the Judicial Council were at the gate, as were the emperor's uncle Zhu Fanglun, and Zhong Guanguang, who had just assumed the post of prime minister. Different from the smiling Zhong Guanguang, Wang Jitong, Zhu Wanlun, Guo Bi, the Japanese and North Korean ambassadors, the representatives of the Judicial Yuan were all hiding behind the representatives of the Lifan Yuan. When he glanced over, they all dodge to avoid contact with his eyes. He intersects. Of course, the only exception was Liang Qichao, who was standing at the front. He was smiling and looking magnanimous. "Jingcheng, there are so many people, you should say something." Zhong Guanguang said with a smile after Yang Rui greeted everyone. He was probably ready to let Yang Rui speak and arranged everything on the tower of Yongding Gate. If he goes up to speak, Yang Rui's voice can be heard outside the gate of the capital, and even the whole country can hear his voice. Yang Rui did not hand over the clothes he was holding to the person beside him. Although the clothes were very light, his heart was moved by them.??Pressed heavily. At this time, Zhong Guangguo asked him to give a speech to the people, but he really meant it but was unable to do it. ¡°It¡¯s just that this is the first day of the new cabinet¡¯s administration. After two days of mourning, people across the country want to hear his firm, confident, and victorious voice. On the high tower of Yongding Gate, countless people and students looked up at each other. This scene made Yang Rui feel as if he had seen it before. He remembered that in a dream a long time ago, he seemed to have dreamed of this scene: In the dream, there was also a tall man. Surrounded by people, people stood on a high tower and spoke to countless people below. The blue sky was clear, and the hot late summer sun shone on his stern face. His voice rang out and spread far, far away. The volume was finally finished. To be continued.