He fiercely criticized the Manchu scholar clique and the twelve emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

Lin Jing leaned back, her pen unconsciously drawing circles on the notebook cover as she processed the revolutionary logic of the Qing army's functions.

This logic is completely closed-loop.

"Zhao," Lin Jing put down her pen, looked up at the person opposite her, and said, "Your logical reasoning is very rigorous, but when we discuss this period of history, shouldn't we also consider an objective variable that cannot be ignored?"

Zhao Shuyao placed his hands flat on his knees, remaining silent and waiting for the other party to raise the issue.

"The great powers at that time had already completed the Industrial Revolution." Lin Jing slowed down her speech to ensure that every word was clearly conveyed. "They sailed ironclad warships and carried breech-loading guns; that's what you call strong ships and powerful cannons."

"Faced with such an absolute generational advantage, the Manchu regular army could not win. This is an objective technological barrier. They believed they could not win, so they chose to compromise. Is this reasoning unreasonable?"

After hearing this, Zhao Shuyao's lips curled slightly upward.

This is a classic example of brainwashing, using technological disparity to mask the ruling group's subjective reaction.

Zhao Shuyao's gaze swept over the red indicator light on the right side of the camera.

"Editor-in-Chief Lin, it's true that being technologically backward led to our defeat," Zhao Shuyao said in a steady voice. "But if we attribute the entire defeat to 'being unable to win despite having superior ships and cannons,' that's a classic case of putting the cart before the horse. You only need to look back along the timeline of history to see that this reason is completely untenable."

"What do you mean?" Lin Jing immediately asked.

Zhao Shuyao held up two fingers.

"Let's not talk about the regular army," Zhao Shuyao said in a lighter tone. "Let's talk about the Boxers who were active in the north at that time. What were the backgrounds of these people? They were all genuine farmers, craftsmen, and even unemployed vagrants—a purely grassroots organization."

Lin Jing nodded; this was a consensus in the historical community.

"What kind of equipment do they have?" Zhao Shuyao retracted one finger and made a clenching gesture with his other hand in mid-air. "They haven't received regular Western-style training. They carry broadswords, spears, and even farm tools used for hoeing. They don't even have enough matchlock guns that have been phased out by the regular Qing army."

"But what was the result?" Zhao Shuyao leaned forward. "In Langfang and Tianjin, they used their own bodies to block the vanguard of the Eight-Nation Alliance. They not only repelled the attack of the foreign powers, but also caused the Allied general Seymour to suffer heavy casualties. This is a battle report written in black and white in the diary of the Allied war correspondents."

Lin Jing's pupils dilated slightly, her thoughts rapidly expanding following Zhao Shuyao's words.

"Editor-in-Chief Lin, look." Zhao Shuyao spread his hands, his face showing undisguised mockery. "A group of civilian militia members who carry farm tools and seek psychological comfort by drawing talismans and chanting incantations can actually inflict huge casualties on the powerful nations with their superior ships and cannons on the main battlefield."

"Now look back at the Qing Dynasty's regular army, who were paid high salaries by the national treasury and carried the most advanced imported rifles in the world at the time. Isn't the difference in their behavior ridiculous?"

The suite was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

"Then why did the Boxer Rebellion ultimately fail so completely?" Lin Jing posed the next question.

"Because someone removed their ladders." Zhao Shuyao's eyes turned cold instantly, without the slightest hesitation. "The Manchu rulers discovered that these peasants from the bottom of society were actually quite capable of fighting, and their numbers were growing larger and larger. To them, they were even more terrifying than the foreigners."

Zhao Shuyao tapped his fingers on the edge of the coffee table.

"If foreigners want to trade, and if the Boxers grow stronger and fully realize the error of their ways, the next thing to overthrow will be the Qing Dynasty's throne. That's why the Empress Dowager was issuing an edict encouraging them to kill foreigners one second, and the next second she turned her guns on them."

"The Manchu Eight Banners and Green Standard Army had no bullets when fighting foreigners, but when they cooperated with the Eight-Nation Alliance to suppress the Boxers, they had plenty of ammunition and were at the forefront of the attack."

Lin Jing took a deep breath and looked at the young man in front of her. He used the simplest historical facts to tear apart the hypocrisy of the ruling class.

"So I've always held this view." Zhao Shuyao leaned back on the dark gray sofa, his tone returning to calm, "If we look through the history of previous dynasties, we'll see that the Han Dynasty was forced to make peace through marriage after being defeated, but that was a delaying tactic. Then came Wei Qing and Huo Qubing's sealing of the wolf's lair."

"When the Ming emperor was captured, Yu Qian established a new emperor in the capital and resolutely refused to surrender. In the thousands of years of Chinese dynasties, no history book has written about the rule that 'one must take the lead in surrendering when encountering foreign enemies'."

Zhao Shuyao stared at the main camera, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"The Manchu Qing dynasty was an exception. They were wary of the people on this land from the bottom of their hearts. Even without the intervention of foreign powers, such a wicked regime that treated its people like slaves had to perish. There was no other outcome."

Lin Jing held the pen and nodded several times in succession.

"This analysis is impeccable." Lin Jing said in a very serious tone, "Zhao, what you just said does have a place in current academic discussions, but..."

Lin Jing turned to the last page of the interview outline, her expression becoming somewhat serious.

"There is a widely circulated and even considered authoritative view on the internet, including in many large forums," Lin Jing explained word by word. "They believe that although the Qing Dynasty was extremely weak and reactionary in its later years, our current territory is a direct inheritance of their territorial legacy because they left behind a huge base of support, so their contribution is undeniable."

This is a massive bombshell, the core stronghold of the entire internet for whitewashing the Manchu Qing dynasty.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shuyao did not get angry; instead, he burst out laughing.

He picked up the glass of water in front of him, took a slow and deliberate sip, and the crisp sound of the glass hitting the glass echoed in the room.

Zhao Shuyao's eyes were full of contempt, even carrying a sense of absurdity that he was too lazy to refute.

"Editor-in-Chief Lin." Zhao Shuyao straightened his posture, his expression turning extremely serious. "From now on, in any situation, if you hear someone bring up this point of view in front of you, you don't need to argue with them. Just take your notebook and slap it in their face."

Lin Jing was taken aback at first, then covered her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to hide her laughter, but failed.

"This is not advocacy of violence." Zhao Shuyao waved his hand. "This is called academic correction in a physical form, because people who say such things are so malicious that they have gone beyond ignorance. They have no sense of recognition for the countless martyrs who sacrificed their lives on this land."

Lin Jing stopped smiling, and her expression became solemn.

"I can understand if you disagree with this view," Lin Jing said, holding a pen. "But isn't your reaction a bit too strong? After all, the concept of legal succession does exist in the field of history."

"Editor-in-Chief Lin, let's analyze the word 'inheritance'." Zhao Shuyao held up two fingers.

"Let's start from a biological perspective. What is inheritance? It's the inheritance from father to son, and from son to grandson. This is called bloodline inheritance, which requires a direct blood relationship to exist."

Zhao Shuyao lowered one finger.

"From a sociological perspective, what does it mean to inherit a civilization system? This requires successors to have a high degree of recognition of the cultural heritage, institutional development, and social responsibility of the former, and to develop and continue on this basis."

Zhao Shuyao stared sharply at Lin Jing.

"Editor-in-Chief Lin, look at the society we live in now. Everyone is equal, earns their wages through labor, and absolute poverty has been eliminated. In our social rules, can you find any that is similar to the master-slave system, the privileges of the Eight Banners, and the kneeling etiquette between masters and servants in the Qing Dynasty?"

Lin Jing pondered for two seconds, then decisively shook her head.

"Without any sense of identity, where does the inheritance come from?" Zhao Shuyao sneered. "If we're talking about inheritance, I could barely accept that Baldy and his gang claimed to have inherited the Qing Dynasty back then."

"After all, everyone is operating under the privileged class system, with a minority oppressing the majority, devouring people without spitting out the bones. This is a perfect fit in terms of oppressive systems."

The cameraman immediately zoomed in, giving Zhao Shuyao a close-up of his shoulders and above.

"But to say that our current territory is inherited from them?" Zhao Shuyao's tone turned icy. "That's utterly delusional."

Lin Jing's pen moved rapidly across the paper, conveying a high density of information in her remarks.

"Zhao, do you mean that the Qing Dynasty didn't leave us any territorial gifts?" Lin Jing continued to guide the conversation.

"Not only did they not offer any gifts, they didn't even have a clean history of how they rose to power." Zhao Shuyao leaned forward and began to expose the Qing Dynasty's past.

"When we open the 'Veritable Records of the Ming Dynasty,' we find that the ancestors of this group of people could not survive in the Changbai Mountains and Heilongjiang River region. It was the Ming Dynasty that gave them a place to recuperate and make a living. Their early wild boar was a complete slave, a servant who led the horses and put the stirrups on Li Rusong and his son, the general of Liaodong under the Ming Dynasty."

Zhao Shuyao kept sneering.

"The master took them in, but they turned around and stole the master's property—that's called theft. Then they squandered the entire property, even losing the ancestral homeland of Northeast China to Tsarist Russia and the Japanese. Now someone's coming out and saying they left us a rich legacy?"

Zhao Shuyao's breathing became slightly heavier, and his emotions began to gradually reach their peak.

"Editor-in-Chief Lin, every inch of land and every inch of mountains and rivers we hold in our hands now." Zhao Shuyao raised his hand and pointed to the sky outside the window.

"This is not something that some feudal emperor simply stamped on his abdication edict and gave to us lightly. It is the work of countless nameless martyrs, in the snow-covered hollows of the Taihang Mountains, in the blood-soaked Xiang River, in the dense forests of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, and in the icy and snowy lands of the Korean Peninsula."

"With the most rudimentary weapons, braving enemy planes and artillery, they fought their way back from the hands of the great powers and reactionaries, risking their lives for one!"

Zhao Shuyao looked directly into the camera.

"The legacy left to us by our ancestors was sold off by the Qing Dynasty. It was our forefathers who pieced it back together piece by piece with their own blood and flesh."

"This is about rebuilding China. What right do these thieves and traitors have to talk about leaving a legacy for future generations? What right do they have to steal credit from these ancestors who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives?"

Only a faint electrical hum remained in the suite.

Lin Jing sat there, silent for a long time. She felt her eyes stinging. These words were devoid of any flowery embellishment, just stark facts that directly shattered the lies that glossed over the truth.

"That's why I say, if you hear something like that in the future, just slap them." Zhao Shuyao took a deep breath and smoothed his collar. "Using the abdication of the Qing Dynasty to erase the sacrifices of our martyrs is a typical example of forgetting our ancestors and is the ultimate stain on our nation's history of suffering."