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

Blood red fonts appear on the list.

【So what is history】

[It is that history has never been killed, no organization has ever been killed in this way, and the establishment officers have been killed one by one]

[It is the surrender faction that history has never seen, that is they shouting, curve to save the country, surrender is also to save the country, so millions of surrenders]

[Still....]

[It is the countless lowest people, those bureaucrats, those compradors, those workers who are despised by big households, those nameless people, those children from peasant families, who voluntarily incarnate seeds one by one]

[They took the initiative to send their necks to the enemy]

[Then say: United War of Resistance!!! 】

[Please, gentlemen, clear righteousness]

[Why do they say:]

[Because scholars of major countries are compiling: the outline of national history, why compile, it is about to destroy the country! ] ~】

[Because the children of the big family are wrapped up in family property and flee to the West, why flee: to destroy the country]

[Because Northeast Zhang Xueliang was so afraid that he didn't dare to resist, because..."

At this moment, the font appeared, red as blood, the list scarlet, but not bloody, but hot as red, this font is like a flag shining, brilliant.

Daming Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Di, Tang Li Shimin, Northern Song Dynasty Zhao Kuangyin...

The emperors of all dynasties were terrified.

Daqin.

A picture appeared in Ying Zheng's mind.

None who have suffered from various persecutions. Members of the industrial organization are facing killing.

They just said, don't kill us first, kill the invaders first, or let us die on the battlefield.

Huan Zheng closed his eyes for a long time before he spoke to Li Si.

"Didn't you say that this group of people will only have ideals if they are rich and have a good family?"

"Why do these bottoms also have ideals?"

"What happened to them joining this organization?"

Ying Zheng had to admit that now he felt the chill for the first time.

Da Tang.

Li Shimin's gaze slipped from the gold list, and immediately, his expression swept over Changsun Wuji, Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng and the others.

"What should I do?"

He glanced at the picture on the gold list again.

"Such organizations."

"What about the Great Tang?"

He began to ask this for the first time.

Qing Dynasty.

Dorgon looked at this scene, his face was livid, and he slapped the table fiercely, and the tea shook.

"These Han people are crazy!"

Yuan.

Ali Hague had just broken through Fan City, and at this moment, looking at the golden list, his eyes were a little scared.

"Didn't the Han people say that human nature is inherently evil and selfish?"

"So, joining this organization, even your life can be buried for the so-called ideal and country?"

Daming.

The elderly Zhang Ju was struggling to get out of his hospital bed.

He was so old, so old that even just getting up was so hard.

He was still in the courtyard, and someone wanted to help him, but he pulled him away.

At this moment, this trembling old scholar straightened his clothes, surrendered his hands, and deeply admired the gold list.

His dry lips spoke, and a pair of cloudy eyes were full of handwriting on the gold list.

"Present, present!"

"That's what I'm going to do."

"I can't die, I can't die."

At this moment, he turned his head and swept his gaze over the current Daming, as if looking at the mountains and rivers of Daming.

His eyes changed.

Reform can only leave a name in history, but it lasts longer than the history of youth, is:

Southern song dynasty.

Wen Tianxiang still stumbled, constantly hiding in the deep mountains, hiding from foreign races.

He looked at the words on the gold list.

"With such despair, is it really necessary to continue to struggle?"

What kind of era was that?

There is no way to serve the country, cannibalism, it seems that there is nothing. An era when the organization is forever lonely.

It is even more tragic than today's Great Song.

He remembered a passage on the gold list and recited it in a low voice.

"May the Chinese youth get rid of the cold air and just go upwards, without listening to the flow of self-defeating people."

The other side.

The turn of the two Song Dynasties.

The white-headed old scholar had a sword hanging from his waist, and after reading all his life, his family and country would be broken, and he personally led the army in thirteen battles and thirteen decisives.

At this moment, Zong Ze also looked at the future life with his eyes in a hurry, which was the first time that complex emotions appeared in his eyes.

"Do what you can do, speak up."

Daming.

Li Dingguo, who was born in the grass curtain, lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"If there is a little heat, a little light, it will make a fire, and you can also shine a little light in the dark, without waiting for the torch."

That moment.

Da Song.

The reformed man Xin abandoned his illness with tears in his eyes.

"If there is no torch after that: I am the only light."

The gold list inventory continues.

[In March of that year, the people sent Jiang Guangtou to order, no. The members of the industrial organization took the warship to Zhidong to wait for dispatch, and when the ship entered Zhidong, the nationalist radical faction quickly spread rumors that it was nothing. Tyranny. Moving, they did not order, directly arrested on this ground. Members of the production organization, and seizure of warships]

At this moment, the picture of the gold list unfolded.

The nationalists are targeting more and more.

Chen Yannian and Hu Nan's students, as well as Zhao Shiyan, Qu Qiubai and others opened Wu. Meetings of the production organization.

In the conference room, the atmosphere of anger was strongly depressed.

"It's too much! This is a betrayal of Mr. Sun! "

"No, we don't. The organization cannot just wait for this, we must fight back. "

Chen Yannian, Hu Nan's students were roaring.

However, Chen Duxiu was silent: "Don't be like this, now foreigners are coveted, we don't have time to fight." "

He didn't like such chaos, but had to admit that he was confused.

The International Republic also wanted to command the whole process, but he didn't know what path was right.

The meeting dispersed.

Chen Yannian looked at his father: "You have to believe in the strength of the workers and peasants, you have to struggle." "

"Father!"

Chen Duxiu looked at his son, who did not hesitate to sharply criticize him, and lowered his eyelids: "Now that foreigners are around, do we still have to fight like warlords?" "

At that moment, everyone was suffering, this road, it was too difficult.

Chen Yannian and Li Dazhao did not speak, but they understood their own path, they would fight to the end, nothing. The industrial organization must fight to the end!

On the gold list, the picture continues.

[At this moment, because of the previous tragedy, Zhou Shuren supported nothing. Organizational Development]

The screen appears.

This is a literary meeting.

Zhou Shuren sat in the far corner, watching quietly.

At the meeting, when talking about today's China, many literati had anger in their eyes.

"The people of the country are ignorant, it has always been like this, even the past sorrow has not been able to wake them up!"

"Yes, seeing their compatriots being shot and killed by warlords, these people are still only promised, too numb."

"These people, gone."

They are angrily reprimanding, reprimanding the cold eyes that Chinese compatriots are accustomed to now.

Zhou Shuren's gaze swept over these people.

The new-school poet in a suit, on crutches and with an emerald gentry in his hands, was high, and a hat was worth fifteen silver dollars, topped by the expenses of a family of three for a month.

He didn't speak, still silent.

Until someone brought the topic to him.

"If everyone were as sober as Mr. Zhou, China would not be like this."

At that moment, he opened his eyes and stood up.

"Do you want them to live a glamorous life like you?"

He spoke sharply, scolded angrily, and looked at the pessimistic boast of these people.

He wants people to know that even in the dark, they should turn their hearts to the light, not blame these people!

"How they want to teach, to think, to act!"

He shouted, like a hoarse pinch in the complicated eyes of other literati.

"May the Chinese youth get rid of the cold air and just go upwards, without listening to the flow of self-defeating people."

"Do what you can do, do what you can speak."

"If there is a little heat, a little light, it will make a fire, and you can also shine a little light in the dark, without waiting for the torch." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

At this moment, this reader really loved 40,000 people to death.

It was also at this moment that he was the one who shouted Lu Xun!

At this moment, he raised his head, his eyes were warm in his bones.

"If there is no torch after that: my generation is the only light."

On the gold list, a new inventory begins.

[Because there was no before. The shutdown of industrial organizations against overseas foreign countries has made more and more nationalist radicals begin to fear. The organization is now more and more difficult, and even gradually in a dangerous situation.]

The screen appears.

On the street, two rickshaw drivers were talking carefully while waiting for work.

"I heard no, no. The industrial organization is gone, and now the nationalists are targeting them? "

"Is it? How strong the national faction is, there have been these people since the overthrow of the Great Qing. "

On the streets, there is a lot of discussion at this moment.

Zhou Wanyong, who had just organized the shocking 250,000 stoppages, returned to the student club and began to be in charge of the work of the youth league, stationed in Zhidong.

My friend looked at him who was still busy and whispered.

"Why are you still here, now the national faction is even nothing. The production organizations have all been caught, and it is estimated that there is none. It won't last long, and it's still too late for you to quit. "

In today's general trend, everyone is at risk.

Zhou Wanyong's hand that sorted out the documents paused, and then shook his head: "I won't quit." "

At present, what China wants is not compromise.

We have compromised too much.

He knew that he was likely to face death next, but someone had to come forward, didn't he?

He then went on to lead those students and publicize the none. Production organization.

Not. The most dangerous time for the organization is at the regional council.

Now the nationalists are targeting none. The organization has become an established fact, sensitive time, and few people choose to join.

But a girl announced her joining, she smiled brightly, just with a strange name.

"My name is Chen Tiejun."

"I was a student at a new school, experienced a blind date, and then went to Zhizhou Girls' High School and met my teacher Tan Tiandu, who also led me to Wu. The leader of the industrial organization. "

"I volunteered to join none. The industrial organization is willing to fight for life and life. "

Opt in at the most dangerous times to join none. Production organization.

At that moment, Chen Tiejun and Zhou Wenyong looked at each other and stretched out their hands.

"Comrade."

"Comrade!"

The sun was warm and fell on the two, and when the handsome young man shook hands with the girl, it was like an oil painting.

Right now.

Southern song dynasty.

Qin Hui looked at Wan Yuxuan, and there was only fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"What the hell happened to this group of people? There has never been such a person in history. "

"Knowing nothing. The industrial organization is facing a target next, it is very likely to face a death crisis, they are still joining like crazy, what are they going to do? "

"What the hell is wrong with these people!"

During the Spring and Autumn Period, Mo Zhai was drinking wine, heard the voice from the golden list, and drank and reprimanded.

"Ignorance! You will never understand what ideals mean. "

He looked at the gold list and sighed with some emotion.

"This is the highest level of love and non-attack."

"Descendants, descendants, I Mo Zhai really want to pour you a glass of wine."

"This is the highest interpretation of the idea of a hundred schools of thought."

Speaking of this, he was silent.

He knew, next, nothing. The price to pay for the idea of production.

Confrontation with the age of decay, that's it.

On the gold list, a new inventory.

[Jiang Guangtou began to expel Wu in the cooperation between the two factions. The industrial organization is contrary to the United Soviet Union formulated by Mr. Sun. The decision to help workers and peasants, more and more people faced taking sides, not only in government affairs, but also in the army officer school, and a student stood up.

The screen expands.

The sky was dark and the rain was pouring down.

Upstairs, Jiang Guangtou stood on the balcony, watching the scene happening in front of him.

In the mud of the heavy rain, the young figure is running round and round.

Jiang Guangtou did not stop him, he knew that the young man was making a decision.

A decision about his future.

Until a moment later, a young man in a straight military uniform came to him.

"Headmaster."

Jiang Guangtou's eyes were relieved and eager, this is what he watched grow step by step, whether it was strategic vision or various qualities, there was no doubt that he was the top among the officers in this period.

"Xian Yun, my life has won, I want to go back to reading and writing."

"This group of famous generals, only you can calm them at that time, and you have to serve the country."

On the table, a letter of appointment has been sealed.

After that, the picture appeared in the auditorium.

The members of the National Faction stood on the stage with serious eyes.

"A national faction must not allow two voices, now you have thought about what to choose."

"The meeting has decided where nothing is not. Members of the production organization, from now on, leave the school, leave the army! "

It's a decision about the future, even your life.

If you stay, you can be crowned with glory and become a nationalist officer who now holds the power of the army.

Leave except none. The idea of the production organization, nothing.

The audience fell into a dead silence.

These students are organized on the basis of cooperation between the two factions, among which there are not only nationalists, but also many none. Members of the property organization, retain their personal status, and join the nationalist faction.

At this moment, everyone seems to be thinking.

But a tall figure stood up.

He walked step by step through the hall aisle, and in the silence, only the sound of leather boots falling on the stairs.

"I, Jiang Xianyun, quit the Kuomintang faction."

Xu Zhizhou, who was standing on the stage, was angry and looked at his friend in disappointment: "Do you know what you are talking about?" "

He roared hysterically.

"Jiang Xianyun, are you worthy of the principal's appreciation and cultivation of you!"

At this moment, the young man's gaze was only calmer than ever, and he turned around and made a major decision.

"Officer, it can be inappropriate!"

"Worry, don't worry!"

"None. The idea of industrial organization is the hope of China's future. "

The young man's voice gradually became firm, and in silence, it was like thunder!

"I, Jiang Xianyun, retreat from the national faction."

As he spoke, one by one the young figures stood up.

"I, Wang Erzhuo, nothing. Renounce the national faction! "

"I, Jinku, none. Renounce the national faction! "

"I..."

These lofty figures stood up, drew a clear line, and walked out of the splendid future promised by the nationalists.

In the auditorium, it seems that some inexplicable great power is ignited, and in everyone's heart, a flame is born.

Jiang Xianyun stepped forward, looked at the sky outside the gate, and thought of the past.

When he was a teenager, he heard the lectures of Hu Nan's students, Mr. Li Dazhao, Zhao Shiyan, Li Hanjun and other gentlemen, and they talked about Wu Wu one by one. Production thoughts.

Among these people, there are accomplished scholars, promising students, and even some have been repeatedly praised by the officials of the north and south.

But what they say is nothing. The ideal of the proletariat is an era in which China is not bullied.

It was as if in such a deep dark night it ignited itself.

Burning flames, blazing and scalding!

So since then, those flames have been imprinted in his heart.

These people are leaving and choose none. The proletariat is leaving this army officer school.

It was dark all around, the sky was still dull, and the mud on the ground was gathered.

At this moment, someone came and handed over the torch.

Jiang Xianyun turned his head, reached out and took it, and chose his own flame.

As the fire shines, the darkness gradually disperses.

The procession strode forward, shouting in unison and singing in the sky.

"None. Long live the provincialism! "

"There has never been any savior, nor did it rely on the Immortal Emperor..."

The night under the clouds, torches shine.