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

【Battle of the war, wolves around】

[Then you kill you, I will save the country]

[When I kill the foreigners to invade, you will kill me again]

【We can't kill】

[The one who sent the dead is coming]

On the gold list, the font scarlet.

At this moment, Daming.

Emperor Jiajing looked at it and spoke in a complicated way.

"Sure enough, the killing began, and there were internal and external troubles."

The emperor in the Taoist robe lowered his head, and with a stroke in his hand, ink marks were stained on the rice paper.

Not. The industrial organization and Mr. Sun's organization.

His gaze fell on the gold list, looking at Mr. Sun, who had created his own faction.

Now he is getting older.

Even Jiajing, the Taoist emperor, couldn't help but respect this Mr. Sun, who single-handedly broke the situation again and again in the chaotic times.

"If you die of illness, this era will be chaotic."

"They will not be able to create a great nation."

When he said this, the Jiajing Emperor, who had been playing with power all his life, always thought about that sentence in his mind.

When I kill the foreigners to invade, you will kill me again, anyway, we can't kill endlessly, and the people who send the dead are coming.

How frightening is that?

This kind of organization scares him.

Jiajing held his hand and his gaze fell on these scarlet fonts.

At the very least, Daming can't have it.

On the gold list, the inventory text continues.

[In January of this year, the Khankou Ying Tobacco Factory innocently fired female workers, causing workers to stop work, Shi Yang took the initiative to help the working class, and began overseas foreign capital negotiations]

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Shi Yang, wearing a melon-skin hat and a horse coat, is looking down to pack his things.

The friend standing next to him looked ugly, and just watched silently.

After a long time, Shi Yang packed up his things and prepared to push open the door.

My friend finally spoke: "You know, this time the workers have stopped working, and those overseas foreigners have invited warlords and come with guns." "

Shi Yang's footsteps did not even pause, but said calmly: "I know." "

It was winter and there was a heavy snowfall this year.

My friend watched Shi Yang step into the back of the snow without hesitation, and his tone was gradually urgent.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"Go to the warlord, are you crazy?"

"Why!"

Shi Yang didn't speak?, this lawyer who was always dressed in old-time clothes strode all the way to the meteor.

The sky was gray, the snow was falling, and the cold wind was chillingly cold.

At that moment, Shi Yang looked at the front of 12, where a large number of workers had gathered, and.

Warlord's gun.

The lawyer straightened his clothes, and in an instant, it seemed to roar from his bones.

"The one who sent the dead is coming."

Increase wages, remove overseers, abolish abuse, and create unions.

It was learned that these overseas foreigners not only did not accept the conditions of workers' representatives, but even colluded with warlords, severely injured the workers, and arrested three female workers.

Shi sheep started in total. Under the leadership of the industrial organization, trade unions are convened to propose rights.

After more than 30 days of stoppage, it ended with Eagle Capital agreeing to accept the conditions put forward by the workers.

On February 1, 1923, the Beijing-Khan Railway General Conference was held in Jeongju.

At this moment, Shi Yang just straightened his back.

"Guys, I'll stand up first and let them know. The general association of railways organized by the protarists began to give self-sheep. "

"The one who sent the dead is coming."

He looked up at this era, his eyes shining, fearless and vast.

And at this moment, on the gold list, the new inventory continues.

[In February of that year, the Jinghan railway workers held the inaugural meeting of the general association in Zhengzhou, but on the eve of the meeting, the great warlord Wu Peifu forcibly ordered the meeting to be prohibited, and after the meeting officially began, Wu Peifu directly sent military and police to surround the venue, and then the two sides clashed violently, the military and police surrounded the deputies' residential addresses, and were monitoring the deputies, and at the same time destroyed the meeting place and forced the deputies to leave the country]

[Three days later, the entire Jinghan Railway Union stopped work, tens of thousands of workers, and paralyzed the entire 1,200-kilometer road]

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Now.

Li Dazhao's figure appeared in this cold winter.

On this day, it is about to come to the Spring Festival.

Bearded readers, step by step, came from the snow.

Standing in the shed, the injured workers' representatives were watching Li Dazhao's arrival from a distance at this moment.

So resolute and tall, the Buddha is thick and majestic.

So the workers' representatives, tears welled up.

He came and represented the total. The proletarian faction came.

Here comes the organization.

Li Dazhao step by step, the back seems to be always so straight, at that moment, there is a common. The proletarians stood in the snow, roaring at the overseas warlords colluding with foreign countries.

"The one who sent the dead is coming!"

The workers' representative dragged his injured hands and feet to his feet, standing up, and roared with red eyes.

"The organization is coming! Mr. Shoujo is here! "

"Let's fight for freedom, nothing. The industry organization will lead everyone into the light. "

"Brethren."

The workers' representative turned his head and saw reddened eyes, and he roared hoarsely.

"Sing!"

In the huge work shed, one thick voice after another sounded.

"There has never been a savior, nor does it rely on the Immortal Emperor."

A song, an ideal, a shocking picture.

At this moment, Li Dazhao stood on the machine and raised his arms high.

"Fight for freedom, for people. Fight for power! "

The heavy snow in the morning stopped, and the sunlight reflected on Li Dazhao's face and also on the faces of the workers, like light through the clouds and fog.

He began calling on the railroad union to issue notices.

In just three hours, tens of thousands of workers on the entire Beijing-Khan Railway received the news one after another.

Inside one shed, young workers dropped their wrenches and raised their hands.

"Stoppage! Fight for freedom! "

On the other side, on the side of the railway, the workers' representative waved his arm excitedly: "Mr. Li Dazhao is standing up for the workers' brothers, stop work, stop work!" "

At the same time, Shi Yang, a lawyer wearing a melon-skin hat and a horse coat, clenched his arms fiercely.

"Guys, I'll stand up first and let them know. The general association of railways organized by the protarists began to give self-sheep. "

"The one who sent the dead is coming."

Li Dazhao looked at this scene and thought of when he was at Beijing University four years ago.

At that time, the mobilization of the Jingshi took them almost a year.

But today, they spent only three hours, and tens of thousands of workers stood up against injustice!

"Zhongfu, look, we are right."

"The times have recognized us, we are developing rapidly, and we will always be right."

"None. Long live production! "

He stood in front of the military and police guns and roared, and several military police officers holding guns were shocked and retreated, afraid of the sound.

The singing is loud, and the huge section of the Jinghan railway reverberates with singing and nothing. Long live production!

Right now.

Big Han.

Emperor Han Ling was still selling official titles, building civil works, and looting money for his own enjoyment.

Before looking at the so-called organization in the gold list, his eyes were full of disdain.

It's just something made by a group of readers, how can it be compared to a knife soldier?

At this moment, however, he sat up fearfully.

An hour and a half, an order, calling tens of thousands of people!

What a terrible impact!

Hanling Emperor Liu Hong stretched out his hand and pointed to the golden list, his face was livid.

"They really started!"

He closed his eyes and turned livid.

"Pass on Lu Zhi, Zang Min, Zhu Yan!"

"The world is going to be chaotic."

The other side.

Daming.

The elderly Zhang Juzheng was already in poor health, he coughed violently, but he was also laughing, listening to the anxious voices of those mediocre emperors who entered the list.

"What about waiting?"

"How can I do that?"

"This is the reform in my heart."

He was old, and despite his old age, he felt that his life was coming to an end.

But at this moment, it is extremely spiritual! (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The gold list picture continues.

【Total. The stoppage of workers under the leadership of the protarist organization has attracted more and more attention, and at the same time, because of the communists. The ideas of workers' schools, universities, and overseas study societies opened by proletarian organizations were gradually spread everywhere.

Workers' schools.

Several workshop workers sat in the classroom, somewhat exclaiming.

"I never imagined that we, the workers, would one day be able to go to school to read."

The other side.

Foreign Chinese, several young faces are packing, yes, they are ready to leave, go to Tsarist Russia to learn updated theories, more advanced technologies, and come back to build China.

Shanghai University, the first of its kind. The universities established by the protarist organizations are now beginning to study Marx's ideas.

On campus, students in uniforms chanted, like seeds about to germinate.

On the street, newsboys waved newspapers in their hands and shouted.

"Selling newspapers selling newspapers, total. The latest news from the protarist organization! "

Jincheng, Nankai University.

Zhang Boling watched and thought silently.

"Total. Protarist thought? "

"This organization is developing rapidly and vigorously."

On the other side, Shanghai Hai, Fudan Public School, and Ma Xiangbo also looked at the newspapers in his hands.

"With nothing. The proletarian class is the core, this is the common. Influence under the protarist organization? "

The warlord Wu Peifu had an ugly face and stared at Gong. Message from the production organization.

He had just experienced tens of thousands of people working together, so he understood better. The influence of properitarian organizations.

"They might actually be able to develop."

At that time, Wang Jingwei, who was still working under Mr. Sun of the State Mansion, also frowned, and he thought of the disdain he had when he read the newspaper before.

I couldn't have imagined that this organization had grown so quickly and grandly.

The screen turns.

At this moment, Chen Duxiu was on his way to a school for propaganda, but looking at the newspaper in his hand, looking at the organization that made tens of thousands of workers choose to stop work.

Common. Propertory organizations.

He thought about the last time in total. When the industry organizes a party.

At that time, Li Dazhao spoke as he walked.

"I'm going to use fire."

That longtime friend seemed forever so determined, so sober, so pure, he always knew what he wanted, what the people wanted, raised his arms, he said.

"Fire !!"

The screen turns again.

Qu Qiubai has also arrived at Shanghai University now as the provost and director. Head of the Department of Huixue.

As a school of the Communist Party of China. In the first university established by the proletarian faction, he stood in the classroom, his eyes swept over the students, and the fighting spirit was high to promote nothing. Proletarian thought.

"Students, Mr. Li Dazhao is working for the common people. The industry organization finds a way to find a path suitable for China, this is the most suitable! "

He waved the newspapers in his hand, and large and small shutdowns began in the north.

"Some people think this path, but it's not."

He looked at the heavy China in front of him.

"It's not a multiple choice, it's our only path."

"I will persuade Mr. Chen Duxiu to let him approve of this path!"

Now.

Gold list inventory.

[In February of that year, Shi Yang, one of the acting leaders of the suspension of the Beijing-Khan Railway, began to participate in the activities of the General Association in the name of Hubei's legal advisers, this meeting was obstructed by local warlords, and serious conflicts occurred, receiving the instructions of the General Association to start the work stoppage, Shi Yang immediately issued an order to stop the work of the Jiangan Branch, and three days later, the local warlord Xiao Yaonan chose to force the resumption of work, and Shi Yang was arrested at home]

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The matter has completely become a big deal, tens of thousands of workers have stopped work, and the losses brought by each day are massive.

The conditions of the warlords were only to raise funds and curry favor with foreigners, so in the face of the conditions put forward by these workers, they directly chose to dispose of the workers, and at the same time, began to arrest the responsible communists. Proletarian member.

The Hubei warlord Xiao Yaonan believed that the main people responsible were Shi Yang and Lin Qian, so he prepared to arrest them.

Shi Yang asked his friend to leave first, and he was in charge of cover.

Until his friend's back disappeared, the lawyer, who always wore a melon skin hat, sat down and drank tea quietly.

The winter is fierce, the wind is howling, and even the heat of the tea is blown away in a blink of an eye.

Shi Yang looked at the military and police officers who stepped into the room, his eyes carrying his unique pride.

It was hidden to deal with before, and now it is developing so rapidly. Propertyism has been changed to deal with it openly.

"No need to tie me a rope, total. The proletarians are not afraid of death. "

Shi Yang stood up, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and then walked out the door, stepped on the university, and got into the car with his head held high.

He is always proud and does not care about anyone's gaze.

The vehicle took him to trial, where Shi Yang, as a lawyer, came for the first time as a criminal.

"Shi Yang, do you plead guilty at 500?"

Warlords, police officers, overseas foreigners, official ridiculous bureaucrats in the North and South.

Shi Yang's gaze swept over one by one, looking at these figures who now dominated this mountain and river.

"Confession? Why should I plead guilty? "

"The rights and interests of workers are internationally recognized and protected, and workers have the right to choose to end the employment relationship or stop work to protect their rights and interests."

"Isn't this the law made by your officials in the north and south?"

"What crime have I committed?"

"On the contrary, I only hope that the laborers of China will get up early and eat the warlords, bureaucrats, capitalists, and people like you who are lackeys for them!"

He was alone with his head held high and impassioned.

Even in the face of warlords and overseas foreign firearms, it is still not left behind, and it is fearless.

In this ridiculous world, he is willing to be the first to die!

The warlord chose to forcibly convict and shoot.

Many workers are being rescued, but there is no way, he is personally designated by the warlord to be arrested, even if it is useless to bribe the low-level military police.

Shi Yang didn't care, on the way to the execution ground, he raised his head and told the military and police about the first half of his life.

"In my life, I have gone to school, been a principal, tested as a police officer, and studied law."

"But what I'm most proud of is joining Common. Protarist. "

"Over the years, I've seen dock workers trampled on our own land by overseas countries."

"I saw a teenager enter the mine and never came back."

"Have you ever seen a mine cave without any protective tools, and in one year, more than 400 workers of our Chinese were hanged."

He was chattering, more like talking to himself, gossiping.

"Have you seen our people being tied up and beaten at will by the American police overseas? Even if he is traveling to diplomacy on behalf of China. "

"Have you seen Chinese diplomats sitting at the Bajia Peace Conference, listening to other foreign countries discussing which piece of land in China belongs to whom?"

His voice grew louder and louder, until this moment, his gaze swept over the lively countrymen and numb military policemen around him.

"It's one to wake up."

Inside the execution ground.

He looked at the people, the military and police, and thought of when he was a child, there was no happiness at that time, until he saw that someone wanted to create a country of the people, he was a little happy, but China still did not get better.

Until joining none. The production organization, now he knows, what is happy.

Inside the execution ground, the young lawyer still held his head high.

"I am not afraid of people, not afraid of things, not afraid of death, dignified and upright, against power, you killed a sheep, and there are ten thousand sheep!"

He seemed to burst out all his power, and at that moment, Yin Hong's blood was shocking, but he was still singing in a hoarse voice!

"Long live labor!"

He's dead.

At that moment, he thought about his childhood again.

When the overseas aliens passed by, someone pointed to them and said.

anima1。

He only knew it as a teenager.

Translated as livestock, he remembered this shame for the rest of his life.

The lawyer with the melon-skin hat lay down, but he was never fearless.

On that day, blood stained that snow.