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

[The non-industrial organization went north, the nationalists sent to block the natural danger, and the workers' and peasants' desperate army continuously climbed over the steep cliff and plunged straight into the side, defeating the defending enemy in one fell swoop, and since then the passage of the workers' and peasants' anxious army to the north has been opened]

【General leaders of non-industrial organizations open meeting】

The screen appears.

At this moment, the big man from Donggangshan always looked down at the newspapers and periodicals found from all over the place.

"There are still our workers and peasants in Shebei, let's go there next." "

The nationalist newspapers recorded the news of Shebei.

After a meeting, the deputy of Wei, the Grand General Director, and others, who came from the hoeing team, officially determined northern Shaanxi as the base camp for the lifeless organization of the industry.

[The road to the north to Shaanxi was opened, the 25th rank of the workers' and peasants' army finally reassembled, and after ten months of travel, four provinces, the journey of thousands of miles was over, and the banner of the non-industrial organization flew again]

On the gold list, the picture appears.

Rural Shebei.

A pillar wiping tears at home carefully poured wine on the wounds on his body.

There is not much wine, and it hurts badly to pour it.

But he still poured into the purulent place, and as for the wound that had not yet suppurated, he could only wait.

In the early autumn weather, the wound hurt as if it was going to tear him open after passing through the torn clothes.

This was beaten by the landlord.

Seeing that it was almost dawn, he went to the field again.

Tenants like him are like this, and they can see their heads at a glance in this life.

But people have to live.

The landlord cursed and cursed, and the stick in his hand fell on them, as if beating cattle, righteously.

At that time, the pillar that went out looked up at the sky, groggy, always like this.

But as soon as he picked up the wheat stalks, there was a sound of harmony outside the village.

He cautiously ran out to see that it was a group of soldiers in military uniforms.

The landlord was pressed on the stage, and a soldier man took himself with a gentle voice.

"Fellow countryman, you just have to say what is the grievance. "

"We call the shots for you. "

At that moment, the pillar's tears could not be stopped.

He poured out the matter of beating himself to the landlord, not allowing himself to sleep, and not allowing himself to eat.

When the suppurated wounds on his body were opened, the landlord was taken away for disposal.

He looked at the flag in front of him and thought blankly about the last words of the soldier master.

"Our people's life is going to get better. "

It was 19.35 years and happiness first bloomed.

Da Song.

Gangnam, fields.

More than a dozen figures who were facing the scorching sun in the field, and their pale scythe-wielding figures looked at Jin Bang enviously.

"Is this the life of the common people of the next generation?"

"Long-term workers and tenants can also live their own good lives?"

I don't know what for 507, someone just raised his hand and wiped his tears.

Yuan.

Mostly.

In the countryside, the youth of the farmland are scarred like cattle.

But when he saw the gold list, he only felt that it was better to be born in the afterlife.

That moment.

Song Gaozong looked at the landlord on the gold list who was escorted away by the workers and peasants, and his face was livid.

"How is that possible?"

"It's clear that I'm not on a firm footing. "

The workers and peasants were stunned by the army, obviously holding guns in their hands, and the army.

It is clear that they do not have enough to eat, but they are like this for all the common people, always respectful, always pure.

They never seem to forget that they exist for the common people to live a good life.

He didn't know why there were such people.

The gold list is huge, and the text begins.

[Since the third group of local migrants arrived in the northeast with guns, Dongying made a public speech at a press conference, pointing directly at North China, ambitious and unobstructed]

[Contents of the speech: Under the pretext of coexistence in the East Win and Manchuria, three key principles were announced: first, to expel the anti-Japanese forces in North China; second, to separate the economy of North China from the jurisdiction of the Kuomintang faction; and third, the Kuomintang faction and Dong Ying to carry out military cooperation in North China and expel the non-industrial organizations]

[For this reason, the agents of the Dongying Guan Winter Army specially used the pretense of establishing a public opinion association to enlist the leaders of the local Qing gang, clamoring for North China to break away from the nationalist faction, and distributing leaflets and gathering on the streets, and all walks of life in China were in an uproar for a while]

[When the Wuxian organization embarked on a journey of thousands of miles, the underground organization of liaison and communication was also persecuted by the nationalists, which was the darkest year of the underground of the Wuxin organization in Shanghai]

The screen appears.

At this moment, the Wei representatives from the hoeing team and the bosses of Donggangshan were deliberating.

"Although our journey is now over, our contact with Raw International has been almost completely severed. "

Two years ago, the betrayal of important representatives of the non-property organization Shanghai led to the arrest of more than 20 comrades, and Shanghai, a transit point for China's non-property and international liaison with non-property, was razed to the ground by the nationalists, and even the transceiver was confiscated.

"We have to find a way to contact the International and this is dangerous. "

After a moment of silence, Representative Wei spoke.

"I think Comrade Pan Khannian is up to the task, and he was the one who contacted the 19th Route Army against Chiang before. "

He also trained Yuan Shu and many other excellent intelligence personnel. "

At that moment, receiving the news of the organization, Pan Khannian nodded without hesitation.

He mingled among the big tobacco dealers and risked his death to go to the unorganized Shanghai Sea.

Along the way, under the guise of helping the big tobacco dealers escape from the hands of the workers' and peasants' desperate army, they mingled through their channels of relations and through the checkpoints of the nationalists.

From Guiyang to Guidi, to Zhizhou, take a boat to Gangcheng.

He knew what he would face if he was caught.

The young man in a suit wearing glasses looked at the deck in front of him and stood straight.

But the organization needs, and he is willing to go thousands of miles and use his life to build a bridge for the organization.

The screen turns.

Wu Khan, tea house.

Several gauze merchants who delivered the goods gathered around the table, glanced at the big sun outside the window, and put down the newspapers.

"Oh, what's that called?"

The elderly businessman seemed to just sigh helplessly.

But several other young ones slapped the table, furious.

"Go to the east win of the horse!"

The newspaper on the desktop wrote the three principles put forward by the top officials of Dongying to the nationalists.

First, the nationalists must ban the boycott of Dong Ying, abandon Yingmi, and befriend Dong Ying.

Second, the Kuomintang officially recognized the Manchu Zhouguo and realized the economic foundation of bilateral cooperation in North China.

Third, the Kuomintang and Dong Ying actively cooperated on the issue of dealing with the proletarian organizations.

The young businessman's face turned red.

"This gang of robbers clearly wants to control China's force, economy, and government affairs!"

[In October, the first army of the workers and peasants ordered the army to fully arrive]

[Other armies are still on the way, but on the one hand, the long journey of the main army that lasted for a year is over]

[A year ago, 100,000 people set out from Zhangzhou, nearly 100,000 people, and a year later, they arrived in Shexi, less than 8,000]

【Zhangjian, Xijiang, Qidong, Hunan, Guidi, Guizhou, Yunnan, Shuzhong, Kangxi, Gansu, Shanxi】

[One pair of feet, eleven provinces, 25,000 li]

[Since the opening of the heavens and the earth, the three emperors and five emperors, there has never been a feat of relocating the whole country]

[30,000 people surrounded by 400,000 people, crossing the blazing water in four directions, tossing and turning]

[The cliff is precipitous, leaving only a few iron cables; the beach is treacherous, four boats cross the golden yarn; the snow is full of snow, and the golden mountain is forcibly broken; the swamps are all over the meadows across the dam]

[On the one hand, the army is carrying hundreds of thousands of pursuers, and the fighters bombard it day after day, measuring the size of mountains and rivers]

[The journey of ten thousand miles is a manifesto, an unprecedented miracle at home and abroad, and it is also a process of sowing seeds of despair, sprinkling the seeds of despair all the way]

[This is the courage of the workers' and peasants' life-saving army, and it is also the only army with such determination]

The screen appears.

When the workers and peasants ordered the first army to see the flags of the second and fourth fronts raised from a distance across the mountains.

The flags of both sides began to be unfurled in the wind.

The big guy from Dongangshan always stretched out his hand and clasped it tightly with the opposite side.

"Comrade!"

Many familiar workers and peasants also stood on the mountainside, shaking hands and hugging.

When a comrade shouted out, someone was already in tears.

Even those iron-clad men had red eyes.

This time, no one knows if they will be able to arrive.

Along the way, they saw too many comrades killed in battle, sacrificed in the way to cover their advance.

I've seen figures that have disappeared in the rushing water.

I have seen that the snow does not move, and the kung fu of turning back has become a monument.

I saw the swamp in the meadow, and told them to give up the rescue.

At this moment, dressed in rags, they finally regrouped.

Now in the proletarian ranks, the young man carrying the dot station and the transceiver has his chapped lips, his face has a layer of dust, and he can't see his appearance after being stained with sweat.

His feet had been completely worn by straw shoes, and the cracked wounds were slow to heal and sand with mud.

His name was Li Bai, and he had joined the non-property organization in the past, entered the communications company, and became a soldier recruit.

Later, he was transferred to the post of director of the communications company.

Follow the army from October to the present.

He always eats the least, drinks the least water, and walks in the forefront.

"Li Bai, from today onwards, you will be appointed as the head of the Fourth Army (BCBF) radio station. "

At this moment, he looked at the team that had been reduced by half, red eyes, standing upright, saluting.

"Yes!"

The screen turns again.

At this moment, inside the communication company, Li Bai, who was still dressed shabby, but much cleaner, carried his hands on his back.

Yes, now he is a veteran. (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!)

He no longer seemed to be the seriously researched nerd, serious, calm, sharp-eyed, looking at the energetic recruits.

"Comrades, in this era, strong enemies are around. "

"We have been going around many times because we have information. "

"Radio, the fastest channel for transmitting information. "

"As a radio communications company, our responsibility is to do everything possible, at any cost, to convey the message the organization needs. "Got it. "

Yes, at any cost.

There is a movie in later life [The Undying Airwaves] that will remember his greatness.

Right now.

Da Tang.

Li Bai, who was carrying a pen in the wine shop, also froze.

He looked at the gradually calm, sharp figure on the gold list.

This person has the same name as himself.

But his life was hard.

Both parents died when he was a child, and when he was a teenager, he went up the mountain to cut firewood to feed his younger siblings.

Later, he went to work in the landlord's house and was beaten and abused.

But he never wanted to give up, always holding on to hope until he joined the proletarian organization.

That teenager looked at Li Dazhao, and Mr. Chen Duxiu did not care about life and death, and planned an organization for the people.

Now, he's not that nerd, but a skilled radio chief.

He's going to be an agent and go into the dark.

Li Bai sighed.

"This organization really gives people great hope. "

[The national faction held a meeting, the three religions and nine streams on the scene, Jiang Guangtou did not participate when the group photo was taken, and Wang Jingwei was assassinated by the stars and moons]

The screen expands.

Shenguang News Agency.

On the surface, this is just a news agency.

But in fact, figures with axes lurk around all corners.

The assassination king Wang Yachen slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table.

"The nationalists are retreating step by step, and now they still have the mind to hold some kind of meeting. "

"Qingdao is gone, Jinan is gone, the northeast is gone, and North China is also sold by them. "

This quack-clad figure roared and spoke.

"Lao Tzu is not a good person, but at least he is a Chinese person!"

"This group of dogs is going to sell the country, Lao Tzu is in charge!"

Chen Mingshu, the founder of the Nineteenth Army, was also there, and his eyes were full of disappointment and gradually turned into cruelty.

"When I started the people's faction, it was for the Northern Expedition and create a new China. "

"Now the national capital is about to be sold out by them!"

"These lackeys deserve to die. "

Standing on the far side, Wang Yachen's right-hand man Sun Fengming had determination in his eyes.

"I'll assassinate!"

At the meeting, there were many people taking pictures.

Sun Fengming, as a reporter for the news agency, also held the camera in his hand high.

The moment the magnesium light flashed at the scene, he rushed out directly and pulled out his pistol.

Three shots in succession, Wang Jingwei fell in a pool of blood in disbelief.

At that moment, after a short scream and panic, Sun Fengming was arrested by the military police.

There was no fear on the young reporter's face.

Wang Jingwei's assassination as a high-ranking national government official attracted great attention.

Under the crazy beating of the military and police at the scene, Sun Fengming was already dying.

At that time, his mouthful of blood was mixed with pieces of flesh and blood, and the bones in his chest cavity were also shockingly collapsed.

When he was sent to the hospital, he was on the verge of death.

The nationalist military police in charge of the interrogation looked at him angrily.

"Why did you assassinate Dean Wang?"

Sun Fengming still laughed contemptuously even though he was lying on the hospital bed vomiting blood.

He just stretched out his hand and pointed to the north tremblingly.

"Please look at the map, is the entire northeast and north China half of China still ours?"

"Then why are you asking me now?"

Sun Fengming turned his head and looked far north.

"After the meeting, you must sign and retreat, and you will not fight again! You will die in the country!

The military policemen who inquired at that moment surrounded him in front of his hospital bed and suddenly lowered their heads.

They don't know why, obviously they are questioning this criminal.

Now they don't dare to look directly at such a crazy face.

Qin Dynasty.

Jing Ke, who had just crossed the river, carried a sharp blade and stepped in the direction of Daqin step by step.

At that moment, looking at the golden list, he suddenly smiled.

"Not bad, the wrath of the emperor, a million corpses, bleeding and drifting. "

"I never thought that there would still be knights in the future. "

In the midst of the autumn breeze, the figure strode forward.

The other side.

Spring.

A cook looked at the golden list and silently made fish.

His name is Zhuanzhu.

At this moment, he looked at the golden list and suddenly fell silent.

That Wang Jingwei, who was shot and fell to the ground, made him think of waiting a long time ago.

In the past, there was also a student who followed Sun Zhongshan to die together.

In order to awaken his enthusiasm, he did not hesitate to go north and assassinate the regent of the Qing court.

Knowing that he will die, he still has a warm blood.

That aftermath, he lived the most disgusted appearance he had at the beginning.

That hot-blooded young man became a national thief.

The gold chart screen turns.

The sky was overcast with heavy snowfall.

In November 19.35, the northeast was extremely cold.

"The little ghost of Dongying, who was entrenched in Gangyao Ridge, took people to Xiawujia Village. "

"Now more than a hundred people in the village have been driven by them with guns and bayonets to Xihetao for a meeting. "

Yang Jingyu, the person in charge of the Anti-Resistance Alliance, listened to the news that had just come, and his face changed drastically.

He knows why.

"It's broken, it must be forcing us to ask where our anti-Japanese personnel are, quickly set out to save the people!"

Yang Jingyu, who has always been calm and calm, like a Confucian general, was anxious at this moment, and took his comrades to step into the vast snow.

It's just that by the time they arrived, it was already night.

He shivered and his eyes were red.

The machine gun smashed these fellow villagers and broke them from the waist.

Some still had bayonets and bullet holes, and now all lay in the snow.

When Yang Jingyu stumbled and rushed to the village with the soldiers, what he saw made him even more dazzled.

A group of ordinary people were tied up with wire, doused with gasoline, and went from house to house burning raging fires.

"This herd of beasts!"

The fighters present burst into tears

A teenager who returned from a visit to relatives looked at the corpses in the village, threw his hat on the ground, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I'm joining the organization!"

Another middle-aged man was sad and indignant: "Die to the east, kill them!"

This piece of heaven and earth, it is with these people, the beginning of generations, that this piece of heaven and earth....