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

On the gold list, the picture unfolds. Like there is hope.

19.25 Cold winter, hunting cold wind wrapped in snowflakes.

A group of Hu Nanwu. Students from the production organization team are conducting research everywhere.

Some people drove dozens of miles of mountain roads alone in the cold winter and went to the homes of local farmers to conduct research.

Some people work together directly in the farmer's house in order to best fit the real situation.

They began to analyze, analyze the current situation and the structure of society from each class, began to write about all strata of society, from peasants, to workers, to warlords, businessmen...

They were published to none. The official press of the industrial organization announced the current form of China.

On the street, several students looked at the line with shocked eyes.

Who is the enemy and who is the friend?

Such a bold exposure of the current situation in China amazed them.

"Who the hell wrote it? Too daring! "

"This is an open expression against those warlords and foreign countries abroad."

The appearance of this article means to unravel this era and make enemies of all powerful beings!

Take stock of the text to continue.

[Since the death of Mr. Sun Zhongshan, among the national faction, his name is Liao Zhongkai, although he is a national faction, but he is particularly sober, seeing Jiang Guangtou, Wang Jingwei and others began to target Wu. ] He sided with the proletarian organization, because the proletarian is right, and he firmly believed that the organization had hope for the future.

The screen expands.

It's going to rain, and thunderstorms are brewing in the clouds.

Liao Zhongkai watched these people fight for power and expel nothing. The industrial organization spoke angrily: "These people forgot what Mr. Sun said, to unite, they are chaotic for their own interests, warlords are divided, what is the difference between them and the five generations and ten countries now?" "

He began to pick up his pen and write down articles of sorrow: Now all the anti-desperate people in Wuyan claim to be old and worried, and put on the old signboard of desperation, thinking that after doing a sad life, no matter how they collude with bureaucratic warlords and imperialists, and try to suppress the overwhelming majority of the industrial circles in our country, they can also be called sad death....

[Liao Zhongkai's behavior attracted attacks from the national faction, and targeted Liao Zhongkai to the point of assassination]

The screen appears again.

Nowadays, rumors are circulating everywhere that some radical extremists within the Kuomintang faction are preparing to assassinate this person who stands in Wu. The backbone of the national body in the direction of the production organization.

For a time, the city was full of wind and rain.

But Liao Zhongkai was not afraid, and someone advised him to add two more guards, and he held his head high: "I have acted for people in my life according to my conscience, and I have asked myself whether I am sorry for the rumors or the country, in short, life and death are up to him, and I can never relax a step in my life." "

He continued to propagate the idea of despair, and he was repeatedly reported to the news, but he was not frightened.

He was just a person silently watching the dark sky.

"In this difficult autumn, personal life and death have been put aside early227, and those who cannot forget it all day long have not yet solved the two problems of stopping work activities and unifying the activities of the east."

On this day, the clouds were thick and oppressive.

He was assassinated on his way to a meeting with his wife.

At that moment, he didn't look at the red on his chest, but just stared at those gunmen, a little disappointed.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Sun left, and they became like this.

He scolded angrily, as if burning with all his strength: "Foreign wolves are around!" "

He suddenly realized that nothing. Productive organizations will really be hope.

At the funeral, at the moment when Liao Zhongkai came out of the funeral, more than 200,000 people came spontaneously for teachers and students of the military academy, workers, peasants, citizens, etc.

The choked sobs in the crowd converged into an ocean.

He became the first high-ranking official to promote peace and even cooperation between the two factions.

In the sky, the thunderclouds finally overcast to a few o'clock, and it rained, accompanied by the golden list text reflecting the dynasties.

[Dark clouds gather in the sky, thunder looms, and faint lightning begins to cut through the night sky]

[The dialectic of history carries the storm and is irresistible]

[Someone has already started to get ready and embrace with open arms]

[Manpower is exhausted, but exhausted in this life, unswerving]

[Once you have seen the light, you will never look back, if the road forward has a southern wall, it is good to crash into it, and it is good to crash and die here]

[Once the dawn appears, life is thrown away as if you don't want money, what is the bitterness]

[Parting is nothing, even if the yin and yang are separated, I think we are still fighting together]

This moment.

The gold list screen unfolds.

A woman is chanting in a low voice, praying for blessings.

Her name is Zhao Jianlan, she is Li Dazhao's wife, she is Li Dazhao's childhood sweetheart, and she has not read too many books.

She recited it written by a reader, and she learned it herself at home, so she chanted silently by herself.

Zhao Jianlan did not worship God, she just looked at the dark sky, there was no rain or thunder in Jingshi.

My husband has not returned for a long time.

She knew what her husband was doing, but she never said anything against it.

She just spoke softly.

"May the great country prosper, may the ancestor of Yanhuang have a spirit in heaven, keep peace, and the people of China will be safe and healthy, and there will be no troubles and illnesses for a long time, and no foreign enemies will invade."

In the sky, the clouds are thick.

If you break through this cloud that is thousands of meters high, look down.

It is the vast and vast Jingshi who is crawling on the ground.

At that moment, a woman stood in the faint light of the sky, looked up desolately, praying for her husband Li Dazhao, for the world, for this troubled world!

A person is in this dim time and space, extremely lonely.

The gold list text appears.

[After the death of Dr. Sun Zhongshan, the cooperation between the two factions became more and more volatile (BCCD), and the nationalist faction repeatedly appeared to oppose none. The voice of the industrial organization also gradually formed a wave, and at the meeting of the nationalists, the two sides began a fierce quarrel.

The screen expands.

At the conference table, Li Dazhao took the initiative to speak.

"Now that the warlords are divided and rubbing each other, we must unite all the forces that can be united to help the workers and peasants, which is the best choice."

The atmosphere in the conference room was a little depressed, and the voice of the nationalist rebuttal became stronger: "To develop workers and peasants, if the military strength is not raised, do you expect them to fight with hoes?" "

In fact, in the eyes of the nationalists, the workers' and peasants' class is indeed important, but at least it cannot manipulate the non-existent that is inconsistent with their ideas. In the hands of the industrial organization.

Now he is forty years old, although he is a member of the national organization, but he also stands in the communist organization, he is Zhan Dabei, he has stood up, and Li Hanjun, a proletarian, is still his friend.

"As soon as Mr. Sun left, were you busy expelling the proletarian organization?"

"United Tsarist Russian Union none. Helping workers and peasants is Mr. Sun's will! "

Jiang Guangtou and the others angrily looked at the figures who stood up one by one, both nationalists and none. Production organization.

Can't imagine so many people helping nothing. Production organization.

At the end of the meeting, Wang Jingwei stayed, and he looked at Zhan Dabei and asked: "Why help nothing?" Birth organization? "

Zhan Dabei, this middle-aged man's eyes were calm: "I have participated in the protection of the country and the Dharma, and the Max Thought Seminar has nothing. I also participated in the industrial organization, and their proletarian organization wanted to help the peasants and workers, and you intrigued? Start kicking out none. People who produce organizations. "

"We are gathered together for the sake of life and for the sake of New China."

The old-fashioned middle-aged man stood up and turned to leave.

Wang Jingwei was silent, now he is no longer Wang Jingwei, who assassinated the regent of the Great Qing Dynasty in the past, he does not believe in ideals, only in power.

The gold list inventory continues.

【None. The industrial organization was helped by people in the Kuomintang who really had a desperate mind, but the atmosphere between the two factions changed.

On the gold list, a new inventory handwriting appeared.

[In January of that year, in order to restore the endgame caused by Guo Songlin's rebellion against Guo Songlin, and at the same time prevent the nationalists from sending a large army to attack, he announced that the northeast had severed all relations with the north and south officials, and independently presided over none of the three northeastern provinces, and announced that the three provinces were jointly governed in the same month, and all the official orders of the north and south were restrained, and they were not recognized]

[In this year, Zhou Miaoping was accused of inferior gentry for publicizing the idea of desperation, founded Xingshe, published Xingguang periodicals, called on peasants to help themselves, and developed tenants to carry out peasant activities, was accused by inferior gentry, was arrested, and the warlord Sun Chuanfang secretly ordered to be beheaded]

The screen expands.

At this moment, Zhou Miaoping was alone at home.

Looking at the collapsed gate, he was not afraid and calm.

From the time he began to propagate the peasants' minds to open up and activities to save themselves, he was ready, he was a proletarian!

Now in the form of China, the working class has begun to scare the warlords, and if a new, larger class rises up, they will be doomed.

So they began to frantically capture nothing. Member of the industrial organization.

The military and police in the hands of the warlord treated the Chinese people particularly harshly, twisting his shoulders fiercely at this moment.

But he was not afraid, but just looked at the three landlord gentry who arrived with these military and police.

"None. Long live production! "

"If you wait and the old times are decayed, they will definitely be burned by flames!"

"Long live the great New China!"

Looking at Zhou Miaoping, who had no fear, a bald landlord standing behind the military police sneered.

"Flames? Are you counting on these muddy legs? "

He pointed at the cowering, timid peasants who watched from afar.

Zhou Miaoping just smiled, and the eyes of this teacher were exceptionally clear.

"Under the leadership of the organization, these farmers will become hope."

At this moment, even the warlords around him laughed.

Zhou Miaoping also laughed, even clearer and firmer than anyone else.

Several warlords were furious, and threw a few whips, pulling Mr. Teaching's face out of a terrifying blur.

"Laugh what laugh!" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Until the muzzle was aimed at Zhou Miaoping, at that moment, the polite teacher shouted happily.

"In my life, I have studied private school, passed schools, stayed overseas, worked as a teacher, and comforted workers."

"I joined the nationalist faction and later joined Wu. Produce tissue until entering none. I understood what I had learned to do. "

"Thirty-two years of confusion in life, that's what I'm going to do."

"In the future, proletariat must be hope, these peasant mud legs you look down on, they will be led by the proletarian organization, in the future battlefield, these peasant children will bloom the heroic !!! of the world."

This moment.

Yuan.

Meng Ge sneered, staring at the figure in front of him falling in the blood light.

"Chaos begins, "

"Warlords against none. Industrial organizations, overseas countries are also about to move, they have no hope. "

However, at this time, when Menggo's voice passed through the gold list.

Daming, Zhang Juzheng, who had angrily rebuked Kangxi before, was naturally not afraid of this foreign race that was destroyed by Daming.

"Short-sighted!"

"Sure enough, it's Yidi."

"This organization has never been seen before, and it has been carried out with one belief, and it has frequently followed up for the ideal descendants."

"They've made a way!"

The golden list picture, this moment unfolded.

This is the North, where the workers gather.

Li Dazhao, dressed in a robe, had just propagated Marx's ideas and the ideological self-help of the working class.

At this moment, he looked at a news coming and fell silent.

Jiang Yin, Comrade Zhou Miaoping was killed by the warlord.

The bearded reader was silent, and he thought of the one who joined Wu last year. Mr. Teach, who was thirty-one years old at the time, was thin but his eyes were clear.

He had just quit the Nationalists.

That day, he said that he liked nothing. He has seen too many suffering poor people in his life.

He said that people cannot live like this, and he believes in the non-publicity of the Mo family, and love, and Shangtong.

He also said that none. The industrial organizations will come out with workers, peasants, and China.

He believed that the power of workers and peasants would be strong.

The thin but bright-eyed teacher mentioned nothing. Sanji smiled innocently.

Today, he is dead.

Li Dazhao's gaze swept over, and many messages had been piled up on the table. Members of the industrial organization were arrested, framed, even investigated, and expelled.

He knows who did it.

At this moment, Li Dazhao stood up and looked at the sky outside the window.

"We continue to do ours, drive out foreigners, help farmers and workers."

"You continue to chaos, you fight, you kill us."

"We continue to save the country."

Li Dazhao was shouting, shouting.

"The banner of flame-like color will inevitably sweep the world in the future!"

At this moment, as if time and space overlapped, in another time and space, the former young Li Dazhao also raised his right hand and made a sound in his bones.

"A banner of flame-like color will sweep the world!"

"Let's go, Zhou Miaoping!"

On the gold list, the new inventory is:

[In this year, the Chinese form began to change, and in mid-March, during the battle between Feng Yuxiang's army and Zhang Zuolin's army, Dongying sent warships to escort Zhang Zuolin's warship to the port of Jincheng to shell the positions of the Shu Ming Army]

[Four days later, Dong Ying United Eagle, Mi and other countries invoked the Xinxiu Treaty and issued an official request to Duan Qirui to withdraw the defense of the port of Jincheng, causing anger throughout China]

The screen expands.

Mr. Li Dazhao is busy

Until he saw the latest newspaper news, Mr. Li Dazhao, who had always been steady, was finally angry.

"The Xinxiu Treaty was signed between the Qing Dynasty and them, demolishing the artillery batteries along the line from the Jingshi to Jincheng and allowing them to send troops to garrison along the railway line. The conditions of power and humiliation of the country, they still want to continue to maintain! "

"Are we still the Qing Dynasty!"

The young man standing beside him, his eyebrows were like Chen Duxiu, and he was angry.

"Let's go to the warlord land and resist!"

His name is Chen Qiaonian and he is Chen Duxiu's youngest son.

Yes, from anarchist ideas to nothingness . Chen Qiaonian of the production organization.

Chen Qiaonian chanted, which is active in the student group all year round, more than 60 groups and more than 80 schools, totaling 5,000 people, poured into Jingshi Square.

The roar grew louder.

"Against the Eight-Power Ultimatum National Assembly!"

"Oppose the invasion of the port by the Dongying warships and the shelling of the Death Army!"

"Expelle the ministers of the eight countries, except for all unequal treaties!"

"Retreat foreign warships, please order the army to fight against imperialist aggression!"

In the roar, the sound of sharp bullets cutting through the air was deafening.

The warlord officials have already ambushed the military and police, followed by the hideous warlord wielding a big knife!

Chen Qiaonian and Li Dazhao were both slashed, helped each other, and were rescued by the organization in the chaos, they were covered in blood and walked slowly.

Li Dazhao looked at the sky behind him: "Thirteen years ago, we created a new state of the Republic of China. "

"Ten years ago we pushed. Turned over Yuan Shikai. "

"It's been twenty-six years, and it's still the same."

"Bridge Nian, are you afraid?"

"Your brother Chen Yannian has begun to create a desperate army, which belongs to us without a will. The team of the production organization. "

This Chen Duxiu's youngest son smiled, he wiped the blood on his forehead, and said calmly: "Once the dawn appears, life is thrown away as if you don't want money, what is the bitterness." "

Li Dazhao supported him: "It is worthy of being Chen Duxiu's son, well, I want you not to retreat, don't make peace with them." "

At that moment, he was particularly solemn.

Chen Qiaonian nodded, and was also particularly solemn: "Good." "

"I don't back down."

He coughed, blood stained his eyes red, and his eyes were tragic, as if fate had been predetermined.

At this moment, under the desolate era, the blood of the two people who were supporting them was dripping with blood, and they moved forward with difficulty.

That's a bunch of warlords in and nothing. Organize student dialogues.

[You think we readers are useless, don't you?] 】

[You will shout that Xiucai will rebel for three years]

[You will shout the literati ink clothes Nandu]

[I want you to see how we people died for this organization]

[You can not believe that the morning has heard the word, and you will die without regret]

[You can not believe in the cold and summer to read hard, in search of light]

[But when you hear the truth, you will not regret dying, you will never look back when you see the light, if the road has a southern wall, you can't hit it, and it's good to crash and die here]

[This ambition is unwavering, why regret]

Towards it, he heard it,

Death at night, that's enough!.