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

Shanghai Hai.

The low-key club, which is made up of Hu Shi and a group of literati who have no hope for the country.

Hu Shi put down the coffee.

"What's the use?"

"The non-proletarian organization doesn't even have a gun, and it seems that it has escaped repeatedly, but what is there?"

He looked out the window and his voice was soft.

"It's useless, the nationalists don't dare to make a move with Dong Win, what can you do when you go north?"

Meanwhile.

On the other side, the bright and spacious Xinyue Bookstore.

Zhou Fuhai, who wears national clothes, is also pessimistic:

"Do you know how many mountain artillery guns, how many cars, and how much grain Dongying has?"

He thought of the proletarian organization.

Competing for time with two legs and aircraft cannons, all luggage can only be carried by horses, even manpower.

With a team of tens of thousands of people, why did they threaten to deal with Dong Ying?

Chen Lifu, who founded the Central Unification, did not speak, and the information list of underground members of the unproductive organization in his hand was lightly put aside.

It seemed that the polite figure tidied up his suit and turned to leave the bookstore.

The moment he looked at the sky, he sighed.

The non-property organizations will be eliminated, and the nationalists will retreat.

There is no hope for a big country, and it will not work.

Three Kingdoms, Shu Han.

Liu Chan, looking at this scene, suddenly thought of the original gold list.

"Father Xiang, do you remember..."

Zhuge Liang, who was already getting older, also remembered.

[So what's after]

[It is that history has never been killed, no organization has ever been killed in this way, and the establishment officers have been killed one by one]

[It is the surrender faction that history has never seen, that is they shouting, curve to save the country, surrender is also to save the country, so millions of surrenders]

[Still....]

[It is the countless lowest people, those bureaucrats, those compradors, those workers who are despised by big households, those nameless people, those children from peasant families, who voluntarily incarnate seeds one by one]

[They took the initiative to send their necks to the enemy]

[Then said: United War of Resistance!!!]

[Please, gentlemen, clear righteousness]

[Why do they say:]

[Because scholars are compiling: the outline of national history, why compile, the country is going to be destroyed!]

[Because the children of the big family are wrapped up in family property and flee to the Western 12 Sides, why flee: they are going to destroy the country]

[Because Northeast Zhang Xueliang was so afraid that he didn't dare to resist, because..."

So Zhuge Liang knew, next, it began.

Many people are beginning to lose hope.

Zhang Juzheng's eyes were desolate, and his fingers trembled and pointed at the golden list.

"Hope in this. "

The picture is the workers' and peasants' desperate army of unorganized workers!

[After passing through the mountain range where the minority is located, the workers' and peasants' army will continue to go north and climb over the first snowy mountains on two legs]

The screen appears.

The snowstorm is so big that people can't open their eyes.

When the large blood flower fell, it hit the face like a blade, and it hurt terribly.

There are flags planted on the ground, and hunting is heard where the wind goes.

It's just the bullet holes on it, and the traces of fire are particularly broken.

This is a cooking class.

There were warriors carefully scraping barley noodles on the stone mill, and young young warriors were adding a little wild vegetables to the boiling water.

It is said that it is a wild vegetable, but it is actually grass roots, floating sporadically on the water.

Before leaving, the five pounds of barley noodles were long gone.

The old squad leader of the cooking squad looked at the freshly sewn rags handed over by the deputy squad leader, and greeted the youngest little soldier with a smile.

"Sit down, the people are not big, and the feet are not small. "

The frostbite on his feet was so pus and blood that the boy hugged his tin jar and watched happily as the old squad leader put a thick cloth on his feet.

The fighters were about to come up, and the old squad leader greeted the deputy squad leader.

Several people drank a little grassroots water separately, and the machine gunner scraped the pot and clanged, and he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it.

The child with the tin can poured his own wild vegetable soup into his cup and saw that he was going to pour it back.

The child took a candy from the tin can, peeled off the crumpled paper and put it in his mouth.

"I have sugar. "

He shook the tin can, clanged, squinted and smiled.

"All jars. "

"Go, let's go first, go to the front and let the soldiers eat something hot." "

The old squad leader took the deputy squad leader, two people, and stepped into the vast snow.

The wind on the mountain is like a knife, and when climbing the mountain against the wind, the snow may reveal holes at any time, and every step is particularly difficult.

When the fire was built, the firewood was wet and could not be burned, so the old squad leader beckoned the deputy squad leader to go to the snow.

When there was no one, he quietly cut open the torn cotton coat alone and dug out the few cotton wool left.

The cold wind poured in, and he shivered coldly.

But without cotton wool to ignite the fire, the fighters could not even drink a sip of hot water.

The boy holding the small tin can also carried firewood up the mountain.

The machine gunner was full of envy.

The machine gunner was gluttonous: "How much sugar do you still have in that tin can? "

The young cook's lips gradually turned pale, but he still raised his head in the wind and snow, and he staggered with difficulty with a shallow foot deep and a shallow foot: "It's a lot." "

"Let me touch your machine gun and I'll show you." "

The machine gunner walking in front cheerfully shouted: "Okay, I'll show you after crossing the snowy mountain." "

Just as he spoke, there was no sound behind him.

Turning around, he ran a few steps in panic.

The boy was carrying firewood and was already stiff.

Just a few steps away, the snow had flooded his legs.

At this moment, the machine gunner had red eyes.

The guide also rushed up, and looked at the frozen child, his hands shaking.

Reach for the cold sugar cube in his hand.

"Eat, kid..."

Where are the sugar cubes in the crumpled sugar paper?

That's clearly stone!

The guide opened the tin can he was holding in his arms like crazy, and then fell silent.

It's all stone.

This sugar-loving child, in the end, ate nothing, and on this snowy mountain, he was separated from them forever.

The warriors raised their hands with red eyes and saluted.

When he rushed to the fire, the old squad leader learned that the boy had frozen to death on the road.

The body trembled, not knowing whether it was cold or sad.

He just held the tin and staggered to the snow.

"He's a kid, a sixteen-year-old. "

The old squad leader suppressed his grief and continued to climb the mountain,

There were warriors carrying stone mills, worried that other fighters would not be able to eat barley and refused to lose the stone mills, and their feet swayed all the way with nearly 100 catties of mills on their backs.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and the next moment, the old squad leader who was talking heard the silence of the soldier who was carrying the stone mill, turned his head, and his eyes widened.

The cook-soldier fell, and the boss remembered that this kid loved meat the most, and he came here to eat a full meal, and he was reluctant to throw away a little barley noodles on a stone mill.

But his barley noodles were all reserved for his comrades, and he starved to death without eating a bite of himself.

Raising his sleeve to wipe away his tears, the old squad leader of the cooking class continued to lead the team forward.

At that time, the firewood was wet, but there was no cotton wool in the clothes.

He tore open the last bit of cotton wool on his chest and lit a fire.

At that moment, the warriors behind saw the fire, and everyone lit up hope in their hearts, followed all the way against the wind and snow, and began to drink soup.

However, when it was brought to the old squad leader, everyone found that the body of the cook's squad leader had already frozen.

These awakened workers and peasants desperately marched forward, they just wanted to get out of this darkness, and for this, they would do whatever it takes.

Daming.

Yu Qian looked at this scene and lowered his eyelids.

"It is because of these people that there is hope for this country. "

"Everyone in the proletarian organization is in the dark, burning himself, brilliant to the extreme. "

Yes, he had never seen an organization like this.

I have never seen so many people, with a dream, regardless of life and death.

I have never seen so many awakened people.

The waves of this era are magnificent, cruel and alive in a few small guys.

The other side.

Shanghai Hai.

Low-key club.

The elite Hu Shi in a suit was also looking at the pictures and newspapers of the snowy mountains taken by those foreign reporters.

This time he didn't say anything that he had disdained before.

He was just thinking.

What kind of organization it was, the cooks themselves would starve and freeze to death.

Obviously, they are in charge of food. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

Shanghai Hai.

In the classroom.

Zhou Shuren looked at the newspapers.

This reader, who has always fought with a pen and speaks sharply like an axe, was silent for a long time.

Many students looked at the singing robes, and the impassioned gentleman suddenly became depressed, and I don't know why, and my heart became uncomfortable.

At this time, the newspapers and periodicals placed on the podium unfolded.

Inside is the latest summation news.

Jiang Guangtou chose to establish a so-called friendship with Dongying.

Wang Jingwei is even more dedicated to supporting each other with Dongying.

These remarks filled Zhou Shuren's mind, making the pain in his chest faintly attack.

The next moment, he raised his head and swept his gaze over the student.

"Students, do you see that?"

He raised his hand and raised the press.

"These people have never suffered or experienced the fall of their homeland. "

"They haven't even experienced war, they haven't felt hunger. "

"They huddle in their rich villages, singing and dancing. "

"They'll never be able to understand our dreams, how much we want to say that." "

"We want to shout! Chinese people stand up!"

The list is:

[The last cloth made a military uniform]

[The last bowl of rice was used as military food]

[The last door panel became a hospital bed]

[The last son went to war]

[The last sentence is that China will not die]

[I saw a white horse rushing from hell, and on the horse were free people!!]

[The bigwigs from Donggangshan are thinking that now the non-proletarian organization has broken through the encirclement, but the nationalist army is still continuing to blockade, and the non-proletarian organization must find an opportunity to make peace with the four armies, so they must find an opportunity to continue to go north, and going north means that they must brave the enemy's artillery fire to cross the fast-flowing Dadu River]

[The nationalists controlled all the ferries, the cliffs on both sides, and the ferry port had already set up intensive firepower waiting for the non-property organization, and the non-industrial organization annihilated the nationalist forces who controlled the shore, seized a ferry, and then seventeen soldiers braved the enemy's artillery fire to seize the fire point]

[The second part of the Wuxian organization traveled west along the river, snatched the Luding Bridge upstream, only iron cables remained, and the nationalist faction withdrew the bridge slab, opening a battle for life and death]

The screen appears.

The nationalists are celebrating.

"The cliffs on both sides, the boats and the ferry ports are controlled by our firepower, and unless we put our wings on, we will be sure." "

"Yes, there is a dead end ahead, and they have no way back. "

"We also have two reinforcements being reinforced. "

However, the next moment he did not wait for them to be happy.

There was news ahead.

"What, the non-proletarian organization chooses to cross the river?

In the distance, the nationalist officer raised his binoculars and saw a tragic scene.

The sky was overcast, lightning and thunder roared in the rainstorm, and the water was more than doubled.

The Luding Bridge, which was sucked away by them, only the iron cable swayed on the cliff.

At that moment, the members of the non-property organization began to charge.

These people are obviously flesh and blood, stepping on the iron rope and shaking, bullets penetrate their chests, foreheads, hands and feet from time to time.

But even so, in the dark of night, they followed.

When a figure falls, a figure continues!

Such a tragic picture made the officer holding the telescope stunned.

"This..."

The workers and peasants finally succeeded in crossing the crossing, and at that moment, the stone wall under the bridge was covered with blood.

When the big man of the Donggangshan Productionless Organization and the Grand General Division gathered, the two sides held hands and sighed.

"Comrade!"

Several people were stunned.

Meanwhile.

On the road, Qu Qiubai listened to the news just now, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

He was on his way to be escorted.

Yes, he is still laughing.

For his own life and death, he didn't care, he just looked at the north where the workers' and peasants' desperate army gathered.

Qu Qiubai is an out-and-out high-achieving student, who has studied abroad and is proficient in many Chinese words.

Wearing a suit, he was gentle and gentle, and politely said to the military police: "Whether ancient or modern, after the army suffers thirty percent casualties, it will collapse." "

"Under such casualties, only Yue Fei's Yue Family Army, Qi Jiguang's Qi Family Army and a few others can maintain no collapse. "

977 "But the workers' and peasants' army was lost from 80,000 in the first battle to only 30,000, why didn't they collapse?"

Qu Qiubai raised his head and stated with a gentle smile.

"Their faith is enough to get them to ninety percent casualties without collapsing." "

"That's the power of ideals. "

Ideal.

After that, Qu Qiubai was imprisoned.

"It's so dark. The two comrades who were traveling with him looked out the window, their voices suppressed.

Other inmates and even enemies were watching the gloomy rainy sky outside.

At that time, Qu Qiubai didn't care, he just looked at the dark prison with light in his eyes.

"If the sky is dark, live in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then remain silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner." But don't get used to the darkness and justify it; don't be proud of your own scruples; don't mock those who are braver and more passionate than yourself. "

Fellow inmates and jailers both turned their heads and landed on this gentle reader.

They had never felt like this.

A gentleman like a friend, with a certain firm and warm strength.

Qu Qiubai respected everyone, so even the jailer was very polite to him.

A jailer approached with an oil lamp, ready to open the cell door and take him to the execution ground.

"Sir is a great talent, we are mediocre, please leave a word from Mr. Wang, I want to take it back to the child." "

Looking at the jailer's wrinkled face, Qu Qiubai was not angry, but just nodded.

"When you see the stars falling and the darkness around you, it doesn't mean that the world is about to sink. It just means that it's time for you to be that light. "

The jailer remembered, nodded respectfully, and looked at the young gentleman with some sadness.

He's running out of time.

After that, the military and police escorted him, and on the way he asked: "Sir, is there anything else you want to say?"

Qu Qiubai is always so elegant: "Chinese tofu is delicious, and there are popping belly, cold skin, stew, shabu shabu, iron pot stew, I have never eaten it." "

"Also, the dream of the Red Chamber has not seen it several times, and I can't bear it. "

Qu Qiubai raised his head, looked at the sky, and then sat down cross-legged.

In June, the green mountains are dotted with a few trees and flowers, and the river in front of you, the wind blows, and the sound of wild ducks and cicadas mingles, it is full of life.

"It's a great place, the scenery is beautiful, let's shoot." "

This gentle scholar thought of the waves in the past years.

He followed his father and learned painting, swordsmanship, and medicine, but his father was lazy in politics, and he did not want to see China weak.

Over the years, he entered a foreign language school and went to Lao Maozi to study abroad and join the Wu Industry Organization.

Back to China, get to know Chen Duxiu, and join the China Waste Organization.

He has experienced cooperation between the two factions, participated in international conferences, and once became a representative of China in the Chinese non-industrial organization, and even served as the leader of the Chinese non-industrial organization.

This life, worth it.

Sitting cross-legged, Qu Qiubai sang the Russian Internationale at the last moment.

Until the gunshots rang out, the figure fell, and only the sunset was red.