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

Right now!

The flames burned and spread with the communist organization.

Anwon Castle.

Chen Tanqiu, who had just led the workers to stop work, held his fire, watching the hero Shi Yang mourn, and also looking at the now unscrupulous Dong Win, a weak and incompetent official.

He received a total . News from the proletarian organizations continued to secretly develop the activities of workers in various cities.

He stood in the shed and continued to give lectures to the workers.

"Why are the workers of the Jingshi not afraid of bullying, because they have an organization, they are a group, and there is a command!"

The other side.

On the dilapidated boat, Xiang Ying was also looking at the workers in front of him, raising his right hand.

"I swear to volunteer to join the total. Proletarian, for nothing. The production class struggles for life! "

Every time he said a word, the workers in the cabin raised their hands, and their eyes were excited.

Old moldy walls, dim candle fire.

Inside the workers' night school, the same sound of Marxist propaganda was heard.

Yes, these days are chaotic and warlords are fighting.

Now more and more of the total. The members of the proletarian community began to lecture and develop secretly.

They created multiple firsts and now even more regional coverage development.

This year, the spark gradually burned out.

The picture appears on the other side.

Li Hanjun began to follow the path of Mr. Li Dazhao, in front of Shi Yang's grave.

The reader in his thirties put a jug of wine, a book of Marx's thoughts.

He read silently.

"Flowers do not bloom and flowers, independent fences are not endless. It is better to die with incense on the branches, and He Zeng blew down in the north wind. "

[Li Hanjun began to embark on a long road ahead, he began to publicize, call, roar, like Chen Duxiu in Shanghai today, running for ideals, but he was tougher and more agitated. Advance】

[When the chaos came, Li Hanjun led the Jinghan railway to stop work and set up a branch union, the warlords began to arrest them, in order to preserve his vitality, he went to the Jingshi division, and as soon as things eased, he returned to Wuchang and entered the school to continue to publicize his life]

In the class of materialist view of history, Li Hanjun spoke.

"None. The bourgeoisie is always the largest base in this world, and their opinions are the true opinions of the people. "

He was impassioned and his gaze swept over the students.

"Only none. Childbirth can save the world! "

He knew that now the warlords were arresting the communists. A member of the proletarian community, but at that moment, he spoke fearlessly.

"Maybe you think there are very few rumors, but what the teacher wants to tell you is."

"The rumor is here, I am!"

Throw the floor with sound!

At this moment, the young students stood up solemnly.

[Because of him, this school has come out of many desperate people, he has a good relationship with Mr. Chen Duxiu, but he, is Li Dazhao in the south, and like Li Dazhao in the north, he is always pure and insists on 507 thought]

This moment.

Big Han.

Liu Bang, who single-handedly laid down the Great Han River, looked at the golden list, and his eyes were particularly sober.

Compared to other emperors, he wanted to be a knight.

"The big man is definitely going to be chaotic."

His voice froze, and he looked at Han Xin: "What do you say?" "

Han Xin also looked at the golden list: "Once the communist organization really creates a big country, the big Han will be in chaos." "

"Because the organization represents the voice of the largest group of people in the world."

Han Xin said whatever he wanted, consistently, just as when Liu Bang asked him to lead the troops.

Liu Bang didn't care, he just looked at Jin Bang, his eyes were in a trance.

"Do you remember? Three years ago, Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao watched the displaced people on the embankment of Jincheng and swore by them. "

"Three years, just three years, they started to create, and now it's so large-scale, it's very powerful."

The chivalrous emperor sighed.

"It's good, if in this era, I Liu Bang will join the assassination group and assassinate the warlord, this is the greatest joy of loneliness."

The gold list is majestic, and new words appear.

[In June of this year, there was internal strife between the warlords in the north and south, and Li Yuanhong left Jincheng]

[The official of the Eagle Country said to all countries that because of the abolition of laws, financial disorder, local forces separation, and banditry and looting under the leadership of the North and South officials, China's status has deteriorated, proposing: International countries jointly manage China, causing the whole country to shake]

[The Eagle Country has dispatched a large army to occupy the railway, appointed overseas personnel to train Chinese police officers, held international naval operations at China ports, and collected and managed China's taxes in China, and the wolf son has ambitions to forcibly occupy China's territory, exercise China's sovereignty, and make China exist in name only]

[This year, Zhao Shiyan, Chen Yannian and others went to Tsarist Russia to study the advanced system, and after seeing the news, they decided to return to China]

The screen appears.

Inside the classroom.

Zhao Shiyan, Chen Yannian and several other Chinese youths looked at the news from the international community, their eyes sad and indignant.

"If the international community jointly manages our country, can China still be called a country?"

"This is a group of robbers, a group of shameless encroaching robbers, in the name of high-sounding, grabbing profits."

"We have to go back, we have to go back to China, to save this country!"

Zhao Shiyan spoke, and at that moment, he stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

Chen Yannian looked at the resoluteness in those eyes, nodded fiercely, and also stretched out his fist to touch.

"That's right, we have to go back!"

[In July of the same year, Mr. Sun, the official of China's Zhidong Province, proposed that in order to strengthen the air force, an aviation institute was set up, and the first aircraft designed and produced by himself appeared in the Zhidong Aircraft Factory]

At the edge of the test flight site, Mr. Sun and his wife prepare to board the plane for a test flight.

Looking at China's first aircraft today, although most of the parts are bought, at least China has the ability to produce some of them independently.

At that moment, Mr. Sun looked at the clouds passing by outside the window, excited and excited.

"In future wars, the Air Force is very important."

"China has its own plane, which means that it will not be helpless when the enemy's plane arrives!"

And the list text this moment is!

[What weapons do you have]

[The enemy can fight hundreds of kilometers away until it is within range of the bazooka]

[And you, only have 1905 rifles and bullet stocks]

[Why do you think you can fight and win with it?] 】

A voice asked the people of the Communist organization.

The communist spoke:

【We are together. The organization of production ideas is right]

[Gone?] Just this fluttering sentence? 】

[That's enough, you'll see how much is behind this sentence]

This moment.

Great Tang, Li Jing's face changed.

He stared at the line of text on the gold list.

Fight hundreds of kilometers away!

After learning about the afterlife, he also understood what kilometers meant.

The ultimate difference in weapons under this total. The proletarian school still has such an attitude,

In terms of innate conditions, this is almost doomed to an unwinnable war.

But they still believe they will win!

The other side.

Daming.

Yu Qian's face also changed.

Daming has a divine machine camp with a wide range of firearms, so they understand better that the gap between weapons is almost an advantage of crushing.

"Do you still want to insist on this?"

"This is no longer a fear of death, but a firm belief that even if the weapons are poor, they will win."

Qing Dynasty.

The Yongzheng Emperor looked at this scene with a livid face.

"Impossible, how can you use the weapons that Daqing is still using to win those advanced weapons?"

Without even seeing each other, a battle was over.

Under such conditions, they are still insisting, and even... Victory?

Now.

Zhou Dynasty.

Lu Ban looked at the golden list, his eyes were complicated, these golden handwriting, cold, but with incredible power.

He has been studying all his life, so he understands how big the gap is between what alternates old and new.

At this moment, his voice was low.

"I suddenly knew that the tragedy of that era, under such a weapon gap, it was more tragic than the killing of cold weapons."

"That's not the time when individual bravery can make a difference." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The other side.

Eastern han dynasty.

Zhang Heng, who had just fiddled with the ground motion instrument, also nodded, listened to the voice coming from the golden list, and took a deep breath.

"Perhaps, the people of that era relied on faith."

"So what kind of organization can still not collapse under such a weak firepower, and always remain strong..."

Nobody knows.

On the gold list, the inventory continues.

[This year, Zhou Shuren saw the workers' activities, as well as the unscrupulous and crazy greed of overseas countries, and he began to think, mixed with grief and indignation, and lit a flame]

The weather has entered autumn and the chill is gradually thickening.

Zhou Shuren sat at the desk, without saying a word, and the anger in his eyes seemed to overflow.

On the desk are news from the previous stoppage of railway workers in the Jinghan Railway, as well as reports of the inspection of the Dong Ying Wulin Maru, and Western attempts to manipulate China.

Zhou Shuren looked at those cold words, describing the shocking of this era, and he only felt that his back was cold.

The warlords are helping those overseas foreigners and shooting the Chinese people!

Dongying has a small projectile land, occupying the northeast, (bccd) after clearing the island, and now it is going to shoot the Chinese people in the land of China, and the local official reply is that the consul of Dongying apologized.

In the cold wind, the flame in Zhou Shuren's heart made him look resolute, picked up his pen, and vented all his anger!

A book appeared.

"The Scream"

He coughed violently and finished the book in the cold wind of the year.

He read: "I think that every one's proposition is praised, it is to push him forward, he is opposed, he is urged to struggle, and he only cries out among the living, and the living man does not react..."

At that moment, a samurai riding a war horse and holding a shield and spear appeared in front of him, killing from the sky!

He knew that the samurai was himself.

He looked at the pile of old and Chen Duxiu and others on the table who wrote down by the new youth. Proletarian books, whispered.

"I help you, shout in the fire, the work is called shout!"

The book was released without hesitation.

At the newsstand, a young student saw the book and chanted it like a shrine.

"But perhaps he has not forgotten the sadness of his loneliness that day, so sometimes he still can't help but shout a few times, and talk about it to comfort the fierce man who is galloping in loneliness, so that he is not afraid to drive ahead."

Immediately, they excitedly took the book and quickly returned to campus.

"It's back!"

"Sir, who wrote the notes of the madman, is back!"

Those words are sharp and sharp, and they are straight to the heart, telling everyone.

Those gentlemen who wrote the notes of madmen and fought against the feudal trend back then.

On this day, he stood up again, with the pen as a sword, and fought!

On the gold list, the picture turns.

Nowadays, the South.

Li Dazhao was still busy, and in the conference room, he drank tea quietly and waited for Mr. Sun.

Sitting across from him was Liao Zhongkai, who was in charge of receiving him in Mr. Sun's organization this time.

At that moment, he seriously spoke: "Cooperation, the Northern Expedition, and the two ruling the country are at least better than today's warlords." "

The golden list is majestic, and the words emerge.

[In June of this year, the direct warlord Cao Kun had internal strife with Grand Marshal Li Yuanhong and directly used violence to expel Li Yuanhong, but the National Assembly was not in his hands, and he could not take the post of Grand Marshal, so he used the citizens' group to dissuade parliamentarians from leaving and forced the election]

[The parliamentarians refused to attend, and Cao Kun finally chose to vote for one person, paid a bribe of 5,000 yuan, and was elected as the official general marshal of the North and South for 13.5 million yuan]

[In October of that year, ten days had passed since Cao Kun became the official commander-in-chief of the North and South, the Chinese Youth League founded its own organizational publication "Chinese Youth". Proletarian members Yun Daiying and Xiao Chulu are in charge of editors.]

[The magazine strives to guide the thinking of young people, call on young people to go to the people, actively participate in industrial and peasant activities, criticize unhealthy youth ideological atmosphere, guide young people to learn Marx thought, and cultivate young people's outlook on life]

At this moment, the picture appears.

It's almost November, and it's getting colder.

In the youth group, Qu Qiubai was also there, looking at these students, and the magazine in front of him, he nodded excitedly, and his eyes fell on another book, which was a new book written by Zhou Shuren.

"The Scream"

He waved his fists, his eyes full of hope and excitement.

"Okay, let's shout with Zhou Shuren!"

"We will shout together and let the Chinese youth speak out."

He looked at these young students who had just joined the youth league, and his voice was solemn.

"The two factions cooperate to pacify the warlords, and let us move forward in the future!"

The gold list inventory continues.

[In November of this year, after obtaining the leadership right, because of the turmoil caused by the economic crisis, Rare Temo came to the beer shop to give a speech, preparing to tie up other clubs at the same time. Will lead people, but because of unpreparedness, failure and imprisonment]

[At the end of this year, the world's second battle beacon is about to begin, and Dongying is still measuring China]

Look at the gold list, Daming.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the golden list, and his gaze finally relaxed.

"If today's trend has become a big chaos, the most chaotic moment in history is coming."

He can feel the changes in overseas countries, win the country, win the east...

He glanced at Cao Jixiang: "It seems that the country cannot be created." "

"They will eventually dissipate, the so-called nothing. Ideas cannot shake the times. "

The other side.

Big Han.

Han Ling Emperor Liu Hong also looked at Jin Bang.

"Good, good, good!"

He breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze cold.

"They have just developed, they are running out of time, and they are doomed to failure."

"In this way, when the people of the world see their failures, they will naturally not commit disorder."

The gold list inventory continues.

[This year, when the workers stopped working, Chen Duxiu was wanted by the warlord Wu Peifu because he was the leader of the planning organization, and in the process, he faced the communists. Chen Duxiu was a little hesitant about the command of the industry and the way he organized cooperation with Mr. Sun, and started an argument with Qu Qiubai about this.

The screen expands.

At this moment, Qu Qiubai looked at the information, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious.

"Zhongfu! There are already examples of violent death, and Tsarist Russia has established a state of the people. "

"They are not built by ideas alone."

"In terms of cooperation, we must also have our own basic plate, and only when the strength is equal, it is called cooperation."

"As for the total. The conductor of the production international, do you know the current Chinese form? We don't have much time to develop, the co-rule of the eagle country, and the shooting of the people in the east have already shown the ambition of overseas foreign embezzlement, and we still have to find out how long we will be. "

Chen Duxiu shook his head.

"Join Mr. Sun's organization, do you listen to them? Common. Does the international industry listen? Who the hell do we listen to? "

"Cooperation should not be like this, we and Mr. Sun are at least aiming for democracy, and there must be room for maneuver as for how to govern."

Qu Qiubai just packed up his things and stood up, calmly speaking: "I lead the communists in Shanghai. The protarists advance. "

"You continue to pin your hopes on Mr. Sun's organization."

It was dark.

Chen Duxiu wrote to a friend alone: "I still believe that only the cooperation of the two factions and the unanimous Northern Expedition on the first front is the most stable transition in China at present." "

He looked at the starry sky and muttered to himself.

"Am I right?"

He was so tired, many times, and now he didn't know if he was right, too tired.

But he's the leader.

The tour leader cannot pin hopes on others.

This era is like this, tearing himself apart, and he doesn't know the right way, but Chen Duxiu doesn't know that he created a proletarian organization, and there will be a group of people next to really carry forward the inheritance and threaten everything.