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

Daqin!

For Ying Zheng, his prestige threatens everything in history, and now that he is old, he feels that he cannot return to Xianyang Palace this time, and it seems that it is not important to die, because the golden list picture in front of him has something more important:

His own descendants, that moment when the power of the north and south of the great country was divided, the people were not the people, the country was not a country, and the country was in danger!

That group of students defends sovereignty!

That group of workers stands out!

For the first time, he realized that this group of stonemasons, craftsmen, and men that he had never scanned before, would burst into such light in the afterlife.

Especially these students, for the first time, let the First Emperor know what it is called: [Shi]

These people are ashamed to obey and do their own deeds, so that they do not dishonor the king's order, which can be described as a warrior.

These people think that the thoughts of Spring and Autumn Mo Zhai are more in line with the style of Spring and Autumn Masters.

They are really willing to die for the ideals in their hearts.

Really die, even if you waste this good youth, nothing, this is the traditional concept of taxi.

Now that the First Emperor knew, he spoke: "Xuan Lisi, let him tell Xuan, why in addition to the Legalists can suppress people, why can ideals also suppress people?" "

"What exactly is the ideal?"

"Is it really a great country?"

Under the doubts of the first emperor, on the golden list, the picture reflecting the historical dynasties slowly unfolded.

Cai Yuanpei has gradually aged, but he is not afraid.

School Library - The Red House.

Many students gathered here, and it was clear that some people could not hold back.

"The Beiyang official is incompetent and weak, and it cannot fight for a little dignity for me in the international community, and now I am ready to sell the country, and even arrested me and other classmates, students, let's continue to speak out, go to the official gate to argue!"

"That's right, we're right, it's them who are wrong, let them release the classmates!"

Humiliation and anger make these young faces full of sorrow and anger.

"Students, the more now, the more we must be calm, we are rational readers, not rabble."

"Now the situation, unexpectedly, I will take responsibility, the priority is to rescue the thirty-two classmates first, now that they have been transferred to the Jingshi Police Department, I decided to personally go to the official dignitaries and bring the classmates back safely."

"Students, don't go out, listen to my news, can everyone do it?"

Principal Chen Duxiu stood in front of a group of students to stop this group of children, he had to protect this group of children, he spoke, very calmly, and then Chen Duxiu and others also spoke.

"I promise to bring my classmates back intact."

The students finally quelled their anger.

The students dispersed, Cai Yuanpei looked at the heavy rainstorm in the sky and held up his umbrella alone.

"You can't go, your identity is too dangerous at the moment."

"I'll go."

The elderly principal stepped into this dim rainstorm alone, as if leaving the shadows of many people.

"This big country depends on you."

Looking at Cai Yuanpei's figure gradually disappearing in the rain curtain, at this moment, Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao and others did not speak, but just watched from afar, as if watching the torch of an era.

This rain is very heavy.

In this humiliating moment of national humiliation throughout China, there is a special depression.

Li Dazhao was in the Red House of Beijing University, silently looking at the muddy roads around him.

"It's raining."

"With such heavy rain, the people are sad."

"Now warlords are ruling everywhere, and there is no difference between Beiyang official and nominal existence, they represent only interest groups with warlords as the main component, and now they are busy killing, fighting, capturing Zhuangding, and grabbing territory."

"In order to open up the mountains and mines, many warlords do not take the lives of those ordinary people seriously."

"Foreigners everywhere desperately oppressed those people, and the money they received could not even feed themselves."

Chen Duxiu nodded, also standing side by side with Li Dazhao, watching this heavy rain.

"I once said that the goal of the new youth is to find a way for China, have you found it?"

Li Dazhao nodded.

"I think I found it, and I wanted to declare that it was the truth, October. Resistance is the way. "

Chen Duxiu's eyes were deep, although his feet were already full of mud from a rainy night.

"I'm not that sure, but I want to declare that it may be more suitable for China than the Western bourgeois system."

Immediately, Chen Duxiu was a little silent.

"Today, it touched me a lot, I was thinking that we are going to embark on a road of direct confrontation with the Beiyang warlords together, how do you think we should go."

Yes, he felt that the struggle was an inevitable stage of development.

Li Dazhao's gaze was completely firm: "We want the people to come out to solve the problem, not only students, we must use today's fuse to detonate the whole of China, all strata!" "

"New youth, from ideological enlightenment, enter the stage of transforming society."

Both can realize that they have come down a dangerous path, but this is the hope of China.

"Then let the storm come more violently!"

On this day, heavy rain poured throughout Peiping, and thunder and lightning were mixed.

On the gold list, a new picture appears again.

Shanghai Hai.

Fudan Public School.

Several students were still in the classroom, reading the newspapers.

The news in these newspapers and periodicals came from Hunan, Jingshi, Jiangnan, and Liangguang.

A teenager in his teens swept his gaze and clenched his fists fiercely with red eyes.

"This time the voice of our students shows that it is right, the working class, businessmen, farmers.... This kind of power is the power that can speak on behalf of our country."

The other side.

Hu Nan First Normal School.

The excited voices of dozens of young students in bookish robes pierced the heavy rain.

"This is the voice of the people, and this voice is the voice of China!"

"Factories in Shanghai, Yangcheng, Jingshi, and Dongshan Province have completely stopped work, and representatives of Hunan, Henan, and Hubei provinces went to Beijing for consultation!"

"Did you hear that? That is the roar of every single person of the Chinese people standing up! "

Jingshi University.

Inside the school, the lights are bright.

Duan Xipeng, president of the student union, had red eyes and waved the newspaper.

"The voice of students is a new path that has been explored on the road of their predecessors."

"Only by constantly mobilizing the masses can we find a path suitable for the current national conditions of China!"

Speaking of this, the young president had already burst into tears.

"Finally found the way, finally not in the fog....."

The picture appeared again, this time, outside the Jingshi Police Hall.

This one caused by students, all parties are shocked,

These students began to be released,

Chen Duxiu and others personally went to pick up the students.

The ground was still muddy, and when Wen Wen, a student who had been detained for several days, saw Chen Duxiu and others come to pick them up and leave, the other students and others clenched their fists and spoke, extremely excited: "Sir, we don't go out!" "

"We are willing to continue in prison!"

The wind was howling, and dozens of students were extremely emotional and determined to look at them.

Chen Duxiu made a cold face and roared criticism.

"You guys are really not ordinary arrogant!"

"Do you think it is so easy to awaken a big country that has been imprisoned by feudal ideology for thousands of years!!"

Chen Duxiu stretched out his hand and pointed at these young faces and scolded angrily.

"Do you think it will take a day to sweep away the numbness, indifference, and inert thinking in the blood of our big country!!?"

"That's a big cause that can only appear after generations of hard work, you have no right to die, big countries need your efforts!!"

"You give me a good hold, you will go back when I die!"

Dozens of students were silent and began to walk out, they bowed to the teachers and left,

And Chen Duxiu stood alone.

He stood in this wind and looked at the children.

There is hope, there is approval, and there is exhaustion.

The road ahead is confused.

Be at the forefront of exploring an unknown path.

Right now. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Warring states.

Master, Gongsun Long was silently reciting that sentence.

Generations struggle?

From change and restoration, to armed struggle, to ideological enlightenment, the descendants of this era are trying to find a way to create a great power in every way they can think of.

Eastern Week.

Zhuang Zhou looked at the picture on the gold list and did not speak.

The righteous indignation of those students, he saw it in his eyes, and had to admit that this voice seemed to be awakening that decadent era, the bud.

He read silently.

"Is it a day's work to sweep away the blood numbness of the great powers? It was a big undertaking that would take generations. "

Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of those people at the beginning of the Golden List.

Tan Sitong, Mr. Sun, Song Jiaoren

"Generation after generation is moving forward, for this country."

"Little friend, congratulations, you are starting to find this way."

On the gold list, the inventory continues.

Inside the Red Chamber.

When Li Dazhao heard that Chen Duxiu had woken up those students and stopped them from preparing to sit in prison, he couldn't help laughing: "It's your style, but it's a bit domineering." "

Chen Duxiu shook his head, but was particularly serious.

"How can a struggler do something that isolates himself from the struggle?"

For Chen Duxiu's statement, Li Dazhao obviously agreed, but he spoke again, this time with deep eyes, seemingly with some kind of emotion.

"On a piece of land, lying a group of sleeping people, the volcano in the distance is about to erupt, you are an alarm clock, you want to wake up these sleeping people, only with a sound, you can only wake up the sleeping shallow, because the sound is too weak, then some alarm clocks in order to wake them up, can only use life into bombs, wake up a large number of people."

I don't know why, Chen Duxiu listened, looked at Li Dazhao's smiling face, and suddenly felt a little complicated.

He seemed to see determination in the eyes of this old friend who had known him for many years.

Li Dazhao seemed to have prepared for some kind of fearlessness.

After a moment of silence, Chen Duxiu took a deep look at the figure in front of him, this person started from understanding, although his thinking has never deviated, but he is an extremely radical colleague.

He recalled Li Dazhao's ideas over the years, including the fact that he initially insisted on Jia Yin, and it was he who combined ideological enlightenment and officialdom.

So Chen Duxiu spoke, dissuading his friend: "I'm really afraid that you will do crazy things." "

"Don't be too extreme."

Now, he said that some people turned their lives into bombs in order to wake up those people, Chen Duxiu was silent.

However, at this moment, inside the Red Chamber, Li Dazhao, who was sitting opposite, looked calm, looked outside, his eyes did not know where to look, and his voice flooded:

"Tan Si is also the first generation to find a way for China, and Mr. Sun is the second generation."

"The third generation, starting with us."

The third generation, since the beginning of Li Dazhao!

The voice echoed in the Red Chamber, and at that moment, Li Dazhao's eyes were bright and resolute, seemingly like a figure wandering at the forefront of this era, lonely and desolate.

Outside the Red Mansion.

The weather was still harsh, with cold winds wrapped in torrential rain and constantly washing away the mud on the ground.

But the sky did not seem as dark as before, and gradually showed signs of clarity.

The gold list inventory appeared.

[Many students are speaking, they are calling for ideological enlightenment, calling for everything, among these students, there is one student at the forefront, disgusted, the only one died of illness]

The screen expands.

This time, Zhou Shuren, Chen Duxiu and others gathered in the ward.

Guo Qinguang was lying on the hospital bed, the corners of his mouth still bleeding.

The blood soaked on the pillow looked shocking.

"Two gentlemen, I... I want to say goodbye to you forever. "

"The greatest honor in my life is to know my husband, my family and country are in trouble, but the authorities will only try their best to suppress my patriotic heart."

Guo Qinguang's eyes were still red, but his lips gradually turned pale: "I am in China, and I am bullied like in Kawasaki, what hope is there for such a country?" "

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to grab the sleeves of the two of them, but finally grabbed the empty: "Two gentlemen, please, please, please... Save this great country, save these people. "

At that moment, the begging in his eyes silenced.

Perhaps feeling that he was about to die, when he died, he muttered: "It is better to die early than to hold up two eyes to insult our country."

He's dead.

The two gentlemen watched the students leave and silently straightened up.

They think of too many young students, too many, countless students.

How brilliant those children were, and now the student in front of him walked away with those pioneers.

They thought of the time they saw this child on weekdays, and every time he talked about state affairs with others, he was always extreme, emotionally strong and difficult to control.

Someone next to him sighed and talked about the student's past.

"When Qin Guang was young, he witnessed the cession of territory, paid money to overseas aliens in his own country to cross the road, and also walked in the concession, was despised by those overseas aliens, went to Kawasaki, and was pointed at by the Kawasaki people to insult the homeland, personality, and dignity."

"He just had enough of bullying and seen enough of his home country being insulted, so he couldn't control himself every time he encountered the dignity of his home country."

Chen Duxiu looked at the silent student on the hospital bed.

They finally knew how sad this child was, and his heart was too depressed.

Great country humiliation, finally made him collapse.

Is it dawn?

No.

This child did not last until the dawn of the times.

At that time, it was cloudy and foggy, often rainstorming, (Zhao Mo Zhao) bad weather, many people wanted to watch the dawn, the sun shining, but no, at least this student did not wait, his heart is too extreme, since childhood, he began to wait, until now, still waiting.

It's just that, ah,

When will it dawn............

At that time.

Daming.

The elderly Hongwu Emperor looked at Jin Bang, looked at the young man who died of vomiting blood, trembled with anger, and closed his eyes.

That child is the descendant of China and the descendant of Daming.

For thousands of years, China has never been bullied into this by that projectile land.

A child, without a big country behind him, deserves to be looked down upon by these overseas aliens?

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes, his gaze cold.

"Military Department, Household Department, Engineering Department, get ready."

"We are going to open the sea ban, from now on, Daming will not conquer the country!"

That's right, he's going to hit that Kawasaki Kojima.

An dares to fool me nobody!

The gold list inventory appeared.

[The principal left this school, and he didn't expect that he would cause such a big repercussion]

This moment.

The screen appears.

It's still that Kyoda.

After packing his suitcase, Cai Yuanpei sat silently at the desk, folded the resignation letter he prepared, and then put the resignation letter in the campus display newspaper, and then left silently.

Now the students here are very good, they are young, loving, lively and lovely.

The culture of the past was imprisoned for three hundred years, and now these children will have a new hope in the future, and someone will always have to bear it, and he is the principal who has to bear this matter, so the principal stood up, looked at these children, put on his hat, and turned in the direction of the wind.

Principal Cai left, left calmly, did not take much luggage, the school began to bloom new vitality, like a blooming flower in this era, reflecting time and space.

The sunlight stretched his vicissitudes of figure long, and his voice diffused, like a dandelion.

"Come on, boys."

"The road is long and long, I am waiting for you to bloom............".