June 4th, the darkest night in Beijing.................

 The general process of the incident that night is as follows:

The 38th Army and the 15th Airborne Army shot at citizens and students along the street on their way to Tiananmen Square, causing heavy casualties;

Around 1:30 a.m., the martial law troops around Tiananmen Square opened fire to drive away protesters, causing casualties;

Around 3 a.m., Zhou Duo and four other members of the four hunger strikers proposed that the square student command should negotiate with the martial law troops to lead the students to evacuate peacefully;

At 3:30 a.m., Hou Dejian and Zhou Duo negotiated with the military representatives, and the martial law troops agreed to the students' evacuation;

At 4 a.m., the lights in Tiananmen Square suddenly went out, and thousands of people sang the "Internationale" with great passion and sorrow;

At 4:30 a.m., the lights in Tiananmen Square were turned on again, and the martial law troops began to clear the square;

Tens of thousands of soldiers rushed to the base of the monument, and Feng Congde, the square command, organized a verbal vote by the students in the square and made the decision to evacuate;

At 4:50 a.m., the martial law troops used force to drive away the students;

Around 5:30 a.m., the soldiers opened fire on the students who refused to evacuate the square;

Around 7 a.m., the student team evacuating the square was crushed by tanks and attacked by poison gas bombs at Liubukou, and many people were killed and injured;

After the students withdrew to various universities, some students set up mourning halls in the universities to commemorate the victims;

The June 4th Massacre triggered protests from more than 400 cities across the country and condemnation from countries around the world.

On this day, too many things happened. Three years after the massacre, on June 16, 1992, the American "World Weekly" published a memoir entitled "White Dawn" signed by Zhong Luobai. This college student, who was studying at a university in Beijing at the time, described his experience of escaping death near Chang'an Avenue and Tiananmen Square. Here is an excerpt from the end of the article:

"... I continued to move forward. The tanks drove forward quickly, throwing gas bombs at people on both sides. When I arrived at the gate of Zhongnanhai, the soldiers on guard picked up large wooden sticks that they had armed at some point and drove out the crowd who tried to enter Zhongnanhai to avoid gas bombs.

When we arrived at Liubukou, we saw a group of people on the left side of the road. The tanks began to stop and slowly retreated. I crossed the road and came there. I was immediately stunned by the scene.

I saw that at the junction of the roadside bicycle lane and the road, about seven meters in radius, several rows of bicycles were knocked down. On top of the bicycles was a large pile of bloody corpses. All the corpses were connected together in a pancake shape, about a dozen in number, with tank tracks on them. A young man's head was crushed, and white brain matter spurted out several meters away. Another male student wearing glasses was lying on his back, and the handlebars of the bicycle below him actually penetrated his back and came out from his abdomen. There was also a woman who was crushed so that only a vaguely recognizable blue skirt was left... Next to the corpses was a red school flag, most of which was stained dark red by blood.

I have never witnessed such a cruel scene (even in the movies). This is the most ruthless trampling on human nature and modern civilization; this is the most tragic and darkest page in the history of the Republic!

From under my feet, a groan came Groaning, ah! Someone was still alive. I quickly helped the groaning person from the pool of blood, a male student. The people next to him quickly pushed a flatbed cart. When I held his bloody body and gently pulled him out, he said weakly: "Classmate, my legs..., my legs..." I looked down carefully, and there was no leg. The whole thigh was crushed from the root and blood was oozing out. When I carried him onto the flatbed cart, Ye Fu came. He used all the remaining film to take pictures of this scene from different angles. We pushed the flatbed cart, helped the dying classmate, and walked towards Fuxing Hospital. Looking back at the scene that I will never forget, a plastic bag was revealed in the pocket of a dead classmate. Plastic bag, with some dry bread crumbs inside. Perhaps, that was the last supper enjoyed by this young life... Two old ladies knelt beside the body, clapped their hands on the ground, and cried loudly: "My students! ' This is the most heartbroken cry I have ever heard. At this time, the loudspeakers on the street were broadcasting the announcement of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China: "A counter-revolutionary riot occurred in Beijing... Some thugs violated the martial law order and killed PLA soldiers...' The pale sun rose slowly, shining on the once beautiful Chang'an Avenue full of blood, shells, and tank tracks, and the smoke slowly dissipated. On this empty street, in this white dawn, I supported the dead classmate. We can no longer shed tears. "