All the emperors stand up and watch the stars of mankind shine

Daming.

Jinyiwei's command made Lu Bing look at this scene, and he only felt cold to the bone.

They are still on a mission to kill the heads of thieves on the southeast coast who refuse to change rice into mulberry.

However, at the moment, he was just looking at the gold list.

Members of non-proletarian organizations, how many are these?

From Li Dazhao, to Zhao Shiyan, Chen Yannian, Chen Qiaonian, to Deng Enming, Deng Zhongxia, Xiang Jingyu, Chen Wanlei...

He doesn't remember the first ones.

These people who stand out from such chaotic times are all brilliant people.

These people share the same ideal.

They are in this world, sober to death.

The other side.

Southern song dynasty.

Now Qin Hui and the others are also watching.

It is impossible to imagine a group of figures.

Knowing that the moths are fighting the fire, they do not know until they die whether their dreams can be realized.

But they never retreated.

Gold list.

[In order to plunder China's resources, Dongying imposed a salt administration, imposed a salt tax, and proposed to transport Chinese cotton raw materials to Dongying, produce and sell them to China, in addition, Dongying set up a coal company in Zhonghua to monopolize hot coal, and at the same time began to plunder the Heilongjiang gold mine]

The screen appears.

The rumbling train was smoking smoke.

Several hunters watched this scene and dropped the steel fork fiercely.

"Dog thing, that's our coal!"

Another elderly hunter sighed.

"It is estimated that it will be shipped back to produce weapons, make fuel, and fight our northeast." "

Meanwhile.

Introverted.

Several salt merchants looked at the Dongying soldiers who were staring at them on both sides, their faces livid.

In front is the salt department.

"These beasts, forcing us to take this line, is to collect our high price tax. "

"The money said that Manchukuo collected it, but it didn't fall into their pockets. "

"I'm afraid that if we collect it like this, we won't even be able to afford salt!"

The other side.

The eyes of a young "050" person named Dai Zhengzheng, a northeastern non-property organization, looked angry.

"All resources must be plundered, this gang of robbers!"

[Now, after the meeting, the non-proletarian organizations have made a decision, and the members of Donggangshan have become the leaders of the Chinese non-proletarian organizations, and the non-proletarian organizations no longer obey the instructions of the proletarian International]

[From the Donggangshan period, the representatives of the Donggangshan were elected as the general leaders of the Workers' and Peasants' Death Army, but because of the wrong line of the Non-Gangshan International, they were marginalized, and this time led the Workers' and Peasants' Death Army to successfully break through the encirclement from the hundreds of thousands of nationalist troops, and also completely laid the influence of the Donggangshan and other Yan representatives]

[From this moment on, the non-industrial organization is about to embark on the right path under the leadership of the representatives of Dongang Shanyan]

[The breakthrough of the workers' and peasants' life-saving army was extremely tragic, and the breakthrough of the Gannan Sorrowful Activity Area of the Massacre Organization failed in March]

Because of the failure of the breakthrough, Liu Bojian was captured by the enemy.

The scroll unfolds.

In prison, the enemy's gaze was calm and cruel.

Liu Bojian went to study in Europe, and then joined the non-property organization and went to study at Lao Maozi University. "

After the two factions cooperated, they joined Feng Yuxiang's Northern Expedition. "

"After the failure of the armed uprising organized by the non-proletarian organization, he went to Lao Maozi to study military affairs. "

"Four years ago, he became the head of the official central department of the Soviet Union, responsible for the ideological teaching of the Workers' and Peasants' Military Academy. "

"It seems that we did catch a big fish this time, is there anything else to explain?"

Whether it was torture, coercion or temptation, he was not moved, but at this moment he suddenly spoke.

"Bring pen and paper. "

In the dark, the rough hands were covered with dirt and blood.

But the rustle between pen and paper still sounds.

It was the letterhead he wrote to his wife.

"This is my desperate letter, don't be sad. "

"No matter what, don't leave the battle line of worry, continue to work hard for China's life, and the three children will inherit my glorious life-saving cause." "

"When twelve o'clock comes, it will go to the killing field, and it cannot be written, this greeting, salute. "

At that moment, on the execution ground in the dark.

Liu Bojian looked at the muzzle of the gun, but only spoke in a low voice.

"The workers and peasants are desperate, and the representatives of Donggang Mountain are leading the way now, and they will definitely bring us into hope." "

Gunshots rang out, jackdaws chirped.

[After the failure of the fifth anti-nationalist siege, the Anonymous Organization made them completely changed by tragic sacrifices]

The screen appears.

The young guard walked into the room with hot water.

At this moment, several unpainted enamel cups were placed in front of their own.

The representatives from Donggangshan, the representatives from the hoeing team, and the representatives who cast a key vote before the breakthrough of the Guiyang before the breakthrough of the non-property organization.

The guard closed the door and looked at the previous scene, excited.

Listening to the guidance of representatives of the International Sector, the organization suffered heavy losses.

Well, now, under the leadership of the bigwigs from Dongangshan, the workers' and peasants' army has hardly failed.

The workers' and peasants' desperate army has truly become a Chinese non-industrial organization.

The gold list perspective turns.

This is the Jianqiao Aviation Academy.

Shen Chonghai, a senior student who graduated from Jingshi Qinghua, is currently undergoing his first test flight training.

Zhang Xiga, the son of Zhang Boling, the founder of Nankai University, was also watching from the side at the moment.

"Do you say that our country will really be able to have its own aircraft in the future?"

"If we had our own fighters, would those people still be so afraid of Dong Ying when we were in Shanghai before?"

I always want to be a star, but in the end, Zhou Zhikai, who came here without his family, has a complicated look at the moment.

He sees very clearly, at least in the international form, without any blind optimism.

Looking down at the rich second generation of the textbook, Chen Huai, the son of an industrialist, turned his head.

At that moment, he closed the dense notes he had made and looked at these young classmates seriously.

"Yes, there will be. "

"What we learn now is to open up a path for future generations, so that the Chinese Air Force can start little by little." "

"Maybe it's hard for us to catch up with foreign countries overseas, but as long as we study hard. "

"China will also gradually grow"

At that time, Zhang Xiga's eyes were bright and he thought of what his father had said.

The boy's Zhonghua did not have a school, his school was the earth and the mountains.

The screen expands.

Zhang Hanhui, who has been a member of the non-industrial organization for ten years, joined Anxi last year to become a school teacher.

Now he has received news from the organization again and has become the head of ideological teaching under the warlord Zhang Xueliang.

At this moment, the morning light is faint.

He put away the manuscript in his hand.

It was the drama "Illiterate Mother" that he discharged, and during this time, he not only had to arrange the drama, but also found time to run the newspaper "Common People's Daily".

Although he joined the organization, he was not a combatant on the ground.

Therefore, he could only use literature and art to restore the country to help organize the anti-Japanese resistance.

Call in words for those fellow citizens to awaken.

Coming to the Fengjie Warlord Station, Zhang Hanhui waited as always.

Those soldiers are now practicing.

Until they were resting, Zhang Hanhui stepped forward.

"Brothers, yesterday I read the newspaper that the East Winner in the northeast began to set up checkpoints and forcibly collect taxes. "

"The green mountains were dug by them, gold mines, coal mines, potholes everywhere. "

"But I believe that these are only temporary, and one day, we can drive out this gang of Dongying bandits!"

"Next, let's continue to teach yesterday's song, Songhua Jiangshang. "

Among the warlords of the Feng, many are natives of the northeast.

At this moment, some men began to wipe their tears.

"Sir is right. "

At that moment, in the army, a song with a crying voice sounded.

"When will I return to my hometown, wander, when will I reclaim my treasure, wander." "

When the song in front of him sounded.

Zhang Hanhui also left, he looked at the news alone, silent.

That's the news from the organization.

Qian Zhuang did not sacrifice.

The figure of that young man lingered in his mind.

He remembered that in the beginning, Qian Zhuangfei had co-written and directed programs with himself to enliven the lives of those workers and peasants.

At that time, everyone was like-minded and like-minded, and even in literature, they were quite consistent.

Only later, he came to Anzai.

And what about him?

After receiving the arrangement of the organization, he began to engage in intelligence work and became the deputy of the intelligence department of the central non-industrial organization.

He participated in three anti-nationalist sieges in succession.

Last year, he followed the army all the way north, embarked on a long journey of resistance against Japan, and did intelligence work along the way.

Until this year.

Such a long road survived, but he fell in a small village of Guiyang and was killed by a vigilante group sent by the local nationals.

At this moment, Zhang Hanhui closed his eyes and only felt extremely uncomfortable.

The boy in a suit who always wore glasses, held an umbrella, and was polite was now separated by yin and yang.

So he also sang silently. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

"When will I be able to return to my hometown and wander. "

He had never been to the northeast, but he saw the shadow of the black water of the white mountains from these fleeing northeasterners.

Those who want to go home are not only the people of the northeast.

"Let's go. "

[Under the siege of the heavy troops sent by the nationalists, the workers' and peasants' army fought flexibly several times and completely took the initiative into their own hands, but everything is not over yet, and the nationalists are still continuing to encircle and suppress Yunnan from Shu]

[The workers and peasants ordered the army and soldiers to divide into three routes and secretly rush to cross three ferry crossings of the Jinsha River, and two days later, the ferry port was successfully captured, and the nationalists on the other side were caught off guard and directly fell to one ferry port]

[The other two roads were harassed by the turbulent current, the river was too wide, and there were still nationalist planes in the sky to harass them, so the two outer roads also converged to the ferry port that successfully crossed the crossing, and the non-industrial organization relied on seven small boats to break through the encirclement of the nationalists in one fell swoop]

[When Dongying was frantically plundering Chinese resources, the plan for the armed transfer of the people of Dongying released last year began to be implemented]

[In May, Dongying released a plan to relocate 100,000 households to the northeast within ten years, and at the same time set up a local fundraising and training office in Dongying, and set up a resettlement office in Manchukuo, preparing to let Dongying farmers come to this land with guns to survive, at present, Dongying has completed two batches of gun-bearing peasant migration, this is the third batch]

The screen appears.

Now.

The resistance alliance that was preparing to attack Shenyang City, which was occupied by Dongying, also received news.

Bang!

Clenching their fists, Yang Jingyu and the others' eyes were full of anger.

"Treadmill!"

"It occupies the northeast of our China and wantonly excavates and plunders resources. "

"Now they have actually driven away our compatriots and moved these peasants of the East Win imps!"

"This is no longer an encroachment, just to make China renamed!"

Not only him, but Li Minhuan and the others were also roaring...

"Dog thing, get this group of robbers out!"

"This is the third time to move to our northeast, and when all the imps on this small island move over, our family will become theirs!"

Today's Northeast Resistance Federation, after large and small battles, has made up its mind to win the battle to the death with the east.

Especially after the completion of the rectification and reform, he played fiercely, and he fought positional battles with Dong Ying several times.

Fifty-five thousand people were divided into several lines of soldiers and horses, and their way was now attacking Shenyang City!

There was also a way, because he learned that the organization had successfully broken through, he had sent four hundred people from the monk hat all the way to the west, preparing to enter the hot union.

"Brothers, we can't let the land handed down by our Chinese ancestors live full of Dongying little ghosts!"

"Call me!"

At this moment, gunfire continued to sound on the position.

Although there were no heavy weapons, these anti-coalition fighters, one by one, were more heroic than the other, and shot one after another.

For a time, war raged into flames.

At that time, Yang Jingyu looked at this difficult and tragic battle.

It is a fact that the equipment of the anti-alliance is backward, but they have never thought of retreating.

The territory of China cannot be less than an inch!

Qing Dynasty.

The Great Confucian King Funayama, who was bent on opposing the Qing Dynasty, did not continue to learn.

He just looked up at the gold list.

"In this era, even readers are recovering mountains and rivers in their own way. "

His gaze fell on Zhang Hanhui's singing figure.

It was as if I saw some kind of light gradually appearing.

The other side.

Big Han.

Wei Qing also stared at the picture in front of him.

As a person who really led troops to fight, almost all of his attention was attracted by today's workers' and peasants' desperate army.

Four crosses of the blazing water and rushes to cross the Jinsha River.

The proletarian organization is detached from the command of the proletarian international, as if it has changed teams.

Thirty thousand people come and go freely among four hundred thousand.

His gaze finally fell on the bosses who led the way.

"The previous release of land and rural routes shows the ability of stability and stability in the country. "

"Now the formation of troops is even more like an arm, looking at the overall situation. "

The proletarian organization is really going to gradually take off from the hidden dragon in the abyss!

Meanwhile.

Da Tang.

Zhang Yichao just looked at the Northeast Resistance Alliance with a complicated expression.

"This is the first year?"

"The Anti-Resistance Alliance is too lonely, this is a lone army. "

The proletarian organization is still on the journey of thousands of miles, but it is majestic and vigorous!

[The non-industrial organization moved forward with difficulty all the way, and after crossing the river, the nationalist army was in desperate pursuit, and the only way ahead was to cross the Dadu River, and the workers' and peasants' anxious army divided a part of the feint to attack the frontal nationalist faction's many checkpoints, and the main force chose to step into the mountainous area where the ethnic minorities of China were located]

There has never been a complete official here.

From ancient times to the present, the dynasties of the minority people who managed this mountain range also used force.

Especially the previous warlords, the means of treating them were also extremely oppressive.

Coming in with a gun at every turn to collect grain is no different from bandits.

Therefore, when the workers and peasants stepped into this mountain range, they were already prepared for 0.4

As soon as they entered the mountains, the Soviets made a declaration to the soldiers.

"We are the warriors of workers and peasants, no matter what race, we are all brothers and flesh of our China. "

"Remember, if you don't move the grain of your brothers of a minority, you must buy it fairly. "

It's just that the first time they entered the mountain, a minority of people put their guns off.

The workers' and peasants' fighters were about to fight back, but they were directly organized.

"Don't shoot!"

Even if it was explained, no one believed it, and gunshots kept ringing out around them.

Even the translators who followed them told them it was dangerous.

It's just that the answers of those fighters made him stunned: "The organization does not allow returning fire." "

They weave through a hail of bullets like that.

The local clansmen also stopped, and this was the first army they saw not fighting back.

And on this day, they saw workers and peasants fighting water and chopping firewood for them.

I saw that there were military doctors who took the initiative to diagnose and treat the diseases of these villagers.

Seeing that there are fighters who really spend money fairly on a few pumpkins, and don't even want the food to give them.

I also saw a soldier carrying an old woman with inconvenient legs and feet home, and her feet were full of mud.

At that moment, the leader of the minority finally understood.

The workers' and peasants' desperate army really treated them as brothers and treated them as equals.

Both sides drank blood wine and became brothers.

When he borrowed his troops to fight the leaders of several other ethnic minorities around him, he heard the answer of the workers and peasants, and the leaders of the minority tribes completely obeyed.

"It really takes an afternoon to wipe them out, but they are oppressed and bitter people like you, and we should unite to expel the warlords." "

So the local minority sent a mule to the workers' and peasants' life-saving army, and also took the initiative to lead the way.

And they stood on the mountain and watched from afar, waving the banner presented by the workers and peasants.

At that moment, the flag on the mountain waved, like a brand new fire.