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

【People should be faithful to the dreams of their youth】

[Let's incarnate as a birch tree, a tree, a tree, half plunges into the darkness, half welcomes the light, the deeper the roots, the more darkness and decay we can see, the higher we can grow, the more we can strive to compete for the sun and illuminate others]

[This land has dried up like sand for nearly three hundred years, a tree! ] 】

The moment the text appeared, there were also people roaring.

That's Mr. Zhao Shiyan:

At school, some students started asking questions.

"Sir, we can directly copy Western Tsarist Russia, follow Western Tsarist Russia, Western Tsarist Russia will also invest in us, why should we find our own path."

Zhao Shiyan looked at the other students, and those doubtful eyes made his expression more and more calm.

He just shook his head, this former son of Beijing University is now a teacher.

"At this point, I agree with what Mr. Chen Duxiu said."

"I hope you can also remember that we can and without. International cooperation, but not integration, we must find our own way. "

"There are many ways to salvation, take doctrine, liberalism, democracy, form. Formalism, Marxism, dialectic... Everyone is immersed in their own exuberant thoughts. "

"But what era is this?"

At this moment, Zhao Shiyan was carrying his hands on his back, and his voice gradually became high-pitched, as if he wanted to wake up these students.

"Western industry is desperate, the global bourgeoisie is rising, thermal weapons are sweeping the world, one person and one machine gun can resist thousands of troops, 8,000 overseas foreigners, can defeat 30,000 Qing soldiers into an army, warlords are in chaos, national thieves run rampant, concessions are supreme, and the country is a slave."

His voice grew stronger.

"Military backwardness, excessive powers, darkness, weakness, thousands of years of civilization by small countries, land ceding reparations."

"The feudal warlords overthrew the feudal dynasty and once again drove history back decades."

Zhao Shiyan's eyes swept over every student in front of him.

"663" "The era of self-deception, no foreign sovereignty, and dependence on the great powers." "

"For three hundred years, the land of China has dried up like sand, and overseas foreign races have commanded and plundered me, gentlemen, I can only strengthen myself!"

At that moment, Zhao Shiyan stood there with his hands on his back, he was very lonely.

He began to miss Kyoda.

At that time, he joined the new youth at Beijing University, and he was still a teenager, and he could always see Mr. Zhongfu and Mr. Shou Chang walking in the front one by one.

Now it's his turn to walk in nothing. At the front of the production organization, he knew that the person who was walking in the front was so tired.

He began to understand Chen Duxiu's exhaustion and confusion.

It's just that at this moment, Zhao Shiyan is lonely as if walking at the beginning of another era.

"But move forward."

This moment.

The text inventory continues.

【What's next?】

[The elites of big countries are thinking about surrendering, fleeing, the country will not be a country, pessimism is hitting like a tide]

[Everyone feels that what awaits China is the destruction of the country and the extinction of species]

[But the leader of this organization still insists on desperately, clearing the fog in the chaotic world, and seeing hope in despair]

[They are uniting all forces that can be united, clearing all unpositive attitudes, and will never waver]

[They faltered, sacrificed an average age of thirty years, stumbled with those who firmly believed in them, and overcame nature by will]

[More than 400 proletarian warriors, the youth who are at the forefront of the times will forever fall into a deep sleep]

[Pangu opened the heavens and the earth to the present, in a year, the plane in the sky, the army on the ground, these people rely on two feet, crisscrossing eleven provinces, at the cost of countless deaths and injuries, from south to north, and finally converged]

[Counting history, I have never been able to find this, and this is a rare sight in history]

This moment.

Yuan.

Fishing City, Meng Ge looked at this scene, his face was livid, and he stood up from the big tent.

"How did this group of literati do it?"

"In such a difficult environment, why are the children of poor families like them?"

He couldn't figure it out, let alone what kind of thought it was, that could make people not even want their lives, and moths to the fire with them.

"How can there be so much of those detailed thought transfers?"

He didn't want to believe that this was the truth, but the words on the gold list made him awe-inspiring.

The other side.

Qing Dynasty.

Qianlong also looked at the golden list, staring at that era, he was extremely angry and puzzled.

When it was so bad, or even nothing, how could they let so many people, standing in their shoes, not hesitate to sacrifice their lives for it?

"Nope."

"It is impossible, a dynasty that has encountered such a predicament in history will only usher in chaos."

"This group of Han humanities, why!"

Not only them, but also the five generations and other foreign emperors could not understand and watched in amazement.

On the gold list, the new inventory continues.

[In January of this year, the national faction held its first meeting, and Wang Jingwei was elected as the executive propaganda leader]

[In July, Dr. Sun Zhongshan pointed out that the National Faction would set up a meeting, and he personally served as the overall responsibility. At the same time, Qu Qiubai, a proletarian, participated in the guidance work of the national faction Shanghai and edited the newspaper and periodical of the national faction in the capacity of the person in charge, and the two factions began to cooperate.

[China's desperate delay in succeeding, let the two factions cooperate to realize the reason, is the lack of development of armed forces and mass base, is the year, the establishment of the Huangpu National Army Officer School, belongs to the first appearance of the desperate army]

The gold list is majestic, and the inventory continues.

[In September of this year, Chen Yannian returned to Shanghai, and the following month, he went to Zhizhou as an organization, participated in the meeting, and presided over the reorganization work]

The screen expands.

Under the meeting of Zhao Shiyan and Qu Qiubai, the cooperation between the two factions gradually entered the right track.

Although there are still voices of cooperation from the other side of the national faction, at least for now, the two sides still have a basis for cooperation.

The train swayed and rumbled loudly.

Chen Yannian sat by the train window and looked outside.

He also learned the news of cooperation between the two sides, one has a huge mass base, the other has a well-known and certain military strength at home and abroad.

He is very much looking forward to seeing the cooperation and development of the two sides and the construction of the Death Front.

But he is different from his father Chen Duxiu.

He will always believe in nothing. Producing tissue, none. The only thing that can be relied on is itself.

After arriving, the young man in his twenties began to contact the national faction, and now it was time for the two sides to start cooperation.

Wang Jingwei specially prepared a meal for him, in the room.

Wang Jingwei spoke, with pride: "Now the desperate army under our command has occupied the land of six states, and the army from all over the country has reached 85,000 people, and we also have our own advanced weapons, aircraft, and artillery, all of which Mr. Sun and they started from the overthrow of the Qing Dynasty, Qiu Jin, Wu Yue, Tao Chengzhang, benevolent people, little by little, in exchange for the sacrifice of their ancestors." "

However, Chen Yannian just said to himself, and this young figure spoke.

"Do you believe it?"

"After we don't. The industrial organization will pay more for this big country. "

His sincerity and enthusiasm made Wang Jingwei's expression complicated and fall silent.

On the gold list, the new inventory continues.

[In September of that year, the Zhifu Department and the Fengji Forest Department fought a war in the Zhifeng area for the power of the Jingshi Division, which ended in Zhang Zuolin's victory]

[After Mr. Sun issued the declaration of going north, he quickly arrived in Shanghai, and stated that the great country created thirteen years ago was false, and now the root cause of the disaster is feudal warlords and overseas foreign countries, and on the 25th, Mr. Sun Zhongshan arrived in Beijing]

On the gold list.

A new picture appears.

National Qidong University, formerly known as Public Medical University, is now renamed Zhongshan University.

This university appeared, and Mr. Sun Zhongshan looked at it with complicated eyes.

The young students coming and going in the school are busy.

He was getting worse and worse, coughing and speaking.

"I hope that this university, like the previously established Fudan Public School, Nankai University, Xiamen University, and Shanghai University, can become a new hope for China."

"I really want to see the afterlife."

At that moment, he looked at the sky that seemed forever gray from a distance.

[The university of young China is not here, the university of young people is the green mountain and green space of the big country, inch by inch]

In the classroom of Shanghai Hai, Fudan Public School, several young students looked at the books in their hands and chanted softly.

"The university of young China is not here, the university of young people is the green mountains and green space of a big country, an inch of land."

In Jincheng, Nankai University, a class heard the sound of reading aloud, also chanting.

"The university of young China is not here, the university of young people is the green mountains and green space of a big country, an inch of land."

On the playground of Xiamen University, several students were meditating, reminding them of the poems that Qingshan buried everywhere. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

At Zhongshan University, the childish voices of students echoed on the campus, chanting this sentence.

The gold list inventory text continues.

[Mr. Sun Zhongshan entered Beijing in order to discuss the establishment of an official for peace and to save the country, and he finally realized that there could be no peace in his life]

[As soon as he arrived in Jincheng, Mr. Sun Zhongshan's condition had deteriorated, but he still made a declaration to fight for peace and national salvation]

The screen expands.

In Iron Lion Alley, Mr. Sun leaned back in his chair and coughed violently.

A young man sat next to and watched.

His name was Gao Junyu, and he had previously accompanied Mr. Sun to enter the Jingshi Division.

He used to be a student of Beijing University, and later participated in Beijing Shi Wu. The industrial organization, engaged in related propaganda activities with Mr. Li Dazhao, and later traveled to various places many times to promote the idea of despair, and went to Tsarist Russia for ideological training.

He once hosted Xiangdao magazine, and also planned a worker stoppage with Shi Yang and others. Member of the proletarian group.

Mr. Sun Zhongshan smiled bitterly and said: "Those warlords only know that they only know to let the inferior gentry, bureaucrats, compradors, local tycoons and the like participate in the meeting, what is democracy called?" "

"If I leave, I'm afraid the situation will be chaotic again."

This Gao Junyu looked up at the window and thought of the activities initiated by Mr. Chen Duxiu of Jingda, where more than a dozen of them rushed into Cao Rulin's house and beat Zhang Zongxiang.

It was so happy then, he always thought that hope was fast, but now he knows, unhappy.

He whispered: "Mr. Sun, it's dawn." "

At that time, it was indeed dark outside, and they should continue to consult with the warlord about the next step.

The inventory continues.

[This is the beginning of 19.25, the meeting of non-proletarian organizations began again in Shanghai, and in the fourth year, from the first dozen people attending the meeting, to now, the number of people participating in the meeting has reached thousands of people, plus youth league and other organizations, the development of non-proletarian organizations throughout the country has reached tens of thousands]

[Last year, when the warlord launched a change and invited Mr. Sun Zhongshan to go north, Gao Junyu followed all the way, he was already suffering from lung disease, often coughed up blood, and the tension in Zhizhou completely worsened, but his condition was not good, he was in a hurry to leave the hospital to do his best for the organization, and the 29-year-old young man in March this year had acute appendicitis rescue ineffective and was about to die]

The screen unfolds...

Now.

In the hospital.

Gao Junyu coughed, and the severe pain in his lungs and the suppurative appendix in his abdominal cavity made him pale.

But he just looked at the message sent by the organization before, which was sent by Zhao Shiyan and Qu Qiubai.

The letter said that it was hoped that he represented none. Industrial organization to help Mr. Sun complete the cause of peace and officialdom.

But at this moment, the smell of disinfectant water coming from his nose made Gao Junyu, who breathed with a crackle, smile bitterly.

"I'm afraid I'm powerless."

Since arriving in Jingshi, he has been in and out of the hospital many times, and he has also been a representative in meetings facilitated by several parties.

After attending the meeting, he was forcibly discharged from the hospital.

The young face in his twenties smiled wryly and looked out the window, where the early spring wind was still blowing outside.

"I'm sorry Mr. Sun, Junyu takes the first step."

"Sir, you have to protect China well, you can't go."

His voice was getting lower and lower, but he still insisted on speaking, trying to keep his eyes open.

"If you go, the world will be chaotic."

The eyelids are too heavy, and I just want to cover it with a layer of darkness.

Gao Junyu recalled his simple life and gradually lost his strength.

When he was happiest, he studied and was admitted to Beijing University.

There are new, completely different ideas there.

After the death of Tsarist Russia, he, Deng Zhongxia, Huang Rikui and other classmates would study Wu together with Mr. Li Dazhao. At that time, all comrades gathered together to find a new path for China.

Later, the 21-point insulting treaty broke out, and in order to force the officials of the north and south to take back their lives, they rushed into the streets, shouting, and even entering other people's houses to beat up traitors.

At that time, I was very happy.

The darkness in front of him covered down, and the young man on the hospital bed struggled to ask in a low voice.

"Is it dawn?"

Mr. Sun Zhongshan looked outside, his health was also not well, and he was having a fever.

But he still turned his head and looked.

It was just dark outside.

At that moment, his voice was soft.

"It's dawn, Junyu, go to sleep."

This moment.

Three Kingdoms.

Xu Yu looked at this scene and was silent.

The child's immature face appeared on the gold list.

He died, at the age of his prime, and died looking forward to the dawn.

Xu Yu just watched in silence for a long time before finally sighing and shaking his head.

Indeed, the sky is still dark.

On the gold list, the new inventory continues.

[This year, on the seventh day after Gao Junyu left, Mr. Sun Zhongshan's physical condition also deteriorated terribly, and he thought of Gao Junyu, that young man]

The screen expands.

Iron Lion Alley has been treated by Western medicine and Chinese medicine in turn.

Mr. Sun's gallbladder cancer and pancreatic cancer have caused his liver to drain a large area of pus and inflammation, and he is unable to return to heaven.

On the hospital bed, he was dying, thinking of the young man who had been with him all the way 3.0.

He muttered in his voice: "Junyu." "

"I'm leaving too."

He wished to see China become different.

He struggled to signal for someone to come and make a will.

Student Wang Jingwei stood beside him, chanting word by word.

"Yu devoted himself to the people's life, and for forty years, his purpose was to seek freedom and equality in China. With forty years of experience, I know that in order to achieve this goal, we must arouse the people and unite the people of the world who are waiting for me equally. Ethnic group, joint production with Russia, support workers and peasants, and work together. Now it's not yet fateful. Succeed. All comrades must continue to work hard in accordance with Yu's "Strategy for Founding the Country," "Outline for the Founding of the Country," and "Three Doctrines" in order to implement them. Recent calls for the convening of conferences and the abolition of unequal treaties, especially in the shortest possible time, are needed to promote their realization. Yes, yes."

Mr. Sun's eyes gradually became heavy and plunged into darkness, he did not panic, just spoke.

"Peace, struggle, save China."

On this morning, the sun was shining, and Mr. Sun Zhongshan passed away.

At the funeral.

Someone is chanting Mr. Sun's life.

Overthrow the Qing Dynasty and create the North and South officials.

The official restoration of the north and the south was carried out for the second time.

The official warlords of the north and the south were in control, losing power and humiliating the country, and Sun Zhongshan created a new official state of Zhizhou.

Protecting the country, protecting the law.

Launched the Northern Expedition, committed to going north, and peacefully established China.

At this moment, the sky was still dark and snowing heavily.

The two factions cooperated, all wearing black veils, opening up parks, and more than 100,000 people came to worship.

Wreaths, alliances, funeral processions were huge, 300 police officers stood solemnly, tens of thousands of representatives from all walks of life participated, and overseas representatives in China participated.

In the sky, three planes fly slowly.

Every five minutes, a cannon is fired.

This herald of despair ended his life.

Create the road to great powers.

The first generation of Tan Si has gone,

The second generation Zhang Taiyan and Sun Zhongshan have left.

It's up to the next group of people.