Wang Zhenyu recalled from his memory that this man was his uncle Wang Longzhong, and wondered how he could be so fierce. He hastily waved his hand and said, "Just a little blood, its nothing!"

  Wang Zhenyu indeed had nothing big to worry about, Wang Longzhong was calm and composed. He quickly returned to his own train of thought, he trusted Wang Zhenyu and beckoned him over with a wave of his hand, pointing to a piece of paper on the desk: "Youre the first one here, come take a look, this is the relocation order issued by Commander Huang."

  Wang Zhenyu walked up to Wang Longzhongs side and picked up the written order. At a glance, he felt dizzy. The traditional characters were laborious to read, not to mention the place names written on the order, which were unknown to him. As a newcomer, he really felt like he was in the dark.

  Alas, I still need to integrate into this world as soon as possible and adapt to my new identity.

  Intellectuals refer to the Republic of China as the most culturally prosperous era.

  What kind of era is this, where ones own life is more embarrassing than anyone elses, and how should one survive in such an era.

  He began to miss his mother, who nagged him every day, and his father, who was helpless in the face of social reality but always said sorry to himself. Although they couldnt give themselves a stable job like a parasite in the system, although they couldnt provide themselves with a rich life like a luxury car and a beauty. But whenever he was helpless, they would give him strength, give him confidence. Every time he saw his parents hair turning gray, Wang Zhenyus last bit of resentment about his birth would disappear. The only source of power for each of us Chinese to survive in the cruel hierarchical society is not religion or political beliefs, but comes from that love for kinship.

  Just thinking that he would leave them like this, and probably never see them again in his lifetime. They will be so sad, thinking about it, Wang Zhenyus hot tears couldnt help but flow out of his eyes.

  The true meaning of life does not lie in how each person speculates about their own future, but rather in the nostalgia for the years that have already passed.

  Dad and Mom, I really dont blame you, Wang Zhenyus anguished cry echoed in his heart.

  In a society where the hierarchy tends to solidify due to interest monopoly, ability is originally dispensable, or the definition of ability itself has been widely generalized and shamelessly distorted. People in later generations rarely say that relationships are also a kind of ability, right? So background is crucial, who made oneself only have a back view without a background? Whos to blame? Should one blame oneself for choosing the difficult mode when selecting the life game mode and being reborn in China?

  Whats the point of thinking about these things now?

  Dad and mom have been left behind in the past, and I myself have inexplicably come to China in 1911. My later self has always yearned to use an extraordinary way to wash away all the misfortunes and shameful dreams that I have experienced, now it really is a dream that can no longer be realized.

  Whats next on your journey?

  Wang Zhenyu wiped away his tears, his father had always told him that this thing was of no use to men.

  Wang Zhenyu suppressed his emotional feelings and quickly calmed down his mind.

  Now he has to face a series of problems in front of him, inheriting the body and part of the memory of this new military officer named Wang Zhenyu. He unfortunately arrived at the forefront of the Xinhai Revolution. The clan uncle Wang Longzhong he followed is not even mentioned in the history textbooks of later generations, although he is currently the commander-in-chief of the Aid Hunan Army, a title that sounds very powerful, but in this era of the Republic of China where army generals are everywhere, it has no use at all. What should he do next?

  This body is already 21 years old, and its probably too late to become a scientist even if I go back to school.

  Doing business? In this turbulent era, doing business is probably not much better than in later generations where various law enforcement departments take turns to visit and care for you, and may even be more vicious. Because at least in later generations there are unwritten rules and degrees. In this era, encountering Wu Enzi and Song Xiangzi is the norm, what I fear most is that one careless move will lead to a group of soldiers coming to your door, and the loss will probably not just be money.

  It seems that I have to inherit not only this body, but also the profession belonging to this body. But who should I turn to in order to survive and avoid becoming a stepping stone for someone elses success?

  In 1911 China, Mao was still a soldier in the New Army, and he himself was already a battalion commander. What would happen if a battalion commander went to rely on a soldier? Its probably only a joke in the Republic of China era stories. Moreover, from history, following Mao seemed to have no good ending either. Wang Zhenyu calculated with his fingers, absolutely not wanting to reach 70 years old and then experience another movement, completing an instant transformation from heaven to hell. When that day really comes, would he choose to commit suicide or endure humiliation and hardship?

  As for Chairman Chiang, during this period, Chiang Guangda was serving as the regimental commander of the Shanghai Army under Chen Qimei. However, history textbooks clearly record that before Chen Jiongming bombarded the Presidential Palace and forced Sun Yat-sen to board the cruiser Yongfeng, this gentleman had been hiding underwater for a long time, even depth charges couldnt get him out. If he went to follow President Chiang to play hide-and-seek underwater, his fate would probably have been sealed in that era.

  As for the heroes of this generation, the most reliable force is absolutely not Mr. Sun Yat-sen, because history textbooks clearly remember that before the outbreak of the War of National Protection in 1915 and Yuan Shikais death from spitting blood, this national father made it impossible for Old Yuan to return to the country, and once almost sold Northeast China and Mongolia to Japan in order to gain its support.

  The most reliable one in the next twelve years is obviously the Beiyang Group, but Im sure I wont be able to rely on it. The enemy is right across from me, and going over to surrender now would only lead to being beheaded and used as a trophy for merit. And if I were to surrender after the revolution, as a small regiment commander, even if I managed to get by, no one would take me seriously as part of the inner circle. The Beiyang Group eats wheat, how can I, who eats rice, fit in? If Im unlucky, Ill be given some severance pay and sent back home to farm. If Im lucky, haha, I might lose out in a future warlord battle and slink away with my tail between my legs. And if Im really lucky, I might even make it until the Northern Expeditionary Army comes to clean up after me! Each of these outcomes looks more miserable than the last!

  It seems that knowing too much is not a good thing, at least when making choices, it will make people hesitant. Daydreaming for half a day but cant come to a conclusion, finally wasting years and missing opportunities.

  Later generations of Wang Zhenyu had such a character, always weighing and calculating, even asking for fairness and equality when working, resulting in nothing being accomplished.

  Can I be like other transmigrating protagonists and become a lovely little butterfly that changes this course of history?

  A bold idea appeared in Wang Zhenyus mind, but it was obviously unfeasible, and Wang Zhenyu himself had already vetoed the idea.

  The course of the Republics history is largely determined by the inherent nature of Chinese society, or the collective result of national characteristics. Any small butterfly effect can hardly change it, unless you have enough strength, such as the founding father suddenly obtaining a large amount of aid from the Soviet Union and directly defeating the Northern Warlords. However, the aftermath of such actions is too severe, with the most obvious being that the Nationalist Party itself eventually had to retreat to Taiwan.

  Strength! Wang Zhenyu suddenly thought of the most essential thing in this society, strength. Yes, it can also be said to be power, background, wealth, military force, and all these things can ultimately be attributed to strength. In a Chinese characteristic society, laws are useless, what works is strength, what works is the strong being respected. Without strength, you cant even pull out a blade of grass from the ground, let alone maintain a dignified and respectful existence.

  Wang Zhenyu strongly hinted to himself that the nest of later generations must not continue in this life, and he must establish his own power no matter what, and cannot come to this world again in vain.

  As for the ending, a real man, a true hero, born in troubled times, if one dies, the birds will cry to the heavens, and if not dead, then forever. What is there to fear? Lets do it!

  Isnt it the Beiyang Army? Isnt it that something something? Your father Wang Zhenyu is here, and this world can no longer be dominated by you. Even if I, your father, cannot achieve anything in the end, I will still stir up trouble for you. At the very least, Ill make you feel sick to your stomach.

  This was probably Wang Zhenyus first ambition, although this ambition is a bit dark, neither has the awareness of liberating the laboring masses nor the sentiment of enriching the country and strengthening its people, let alone resisting Japan and saving the nation. But at least he had an ambition, and found a reason for his own survival in this era.

  People are sometimes so miserable that they need a reason to keep living, alas!

  Wang Zhenyu patted his new body again: This friend with the same name and surname as himself, rest assured that you can go on your way, I will take good care of your life for you.

  Perhaps because of the excessive bleeding from the back of his head, Wang Zhenyu thought and thought, finding a reason for himself to survive, and fell asleep in a daze.

  The next day, early in the morning, Wang Zhenyu, who had made up his mind to struggle on in this era (currently in a state of barely surviving), dressed neatly and rode on horseback, watching as the four teams of officers and soldiers under his command quickly completed their assembly maneuvers.

  Wang Zhenyu consciously tried to understand all aspects of this era, for example, now he is very serious and careful in looking at the soldiers with hard shell helmets in front of him. The uniform red shoulder badges made him feel very fresh, you know that the shoulder badges of later generations are all horizontal.

  Wang Zhenyu had just asked Ma Xicheng and learned that the significance of this shoulder badge was also different from that of later generations military uniforms. In later generations, the main function of shoulder badges is to indicate military rank and level, while in this era, it is the collar badge that represents different levels, as for the function of shoulder badges, it is mainly used to distinguish between different branches of the military.

  Different colors represent different branches of the military, with red being the most common color, representing the most common infantry. Cavalry uses yellow, artillery uses blue, engineers use white, communications troops use light gray, logistics troops use black, military police use dark red, quartermasters use purple, medical corps use deep green, surveyors use ochre, and military bands use apricot yellow.