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

Right now.

In the Jin Dynasty, with fireflies on his head, Che Yin, who was trying to read, looked at this scene, and his tears finally broke the embankment.

The moment the young man took the torch, the night brightened again.

He raised the only light in his hand, and his eyes were also contaminated with inexplicable power.

"Descendants, the proletarian flame will burn in the Jin Dynasty!"

The other side.

Tang.

Qian Yun looked at the golden list, and also looked at the dark Great Tang in front of him.

The teenager, who made a living selling illegal salt, closed his eyes.

At this moment, Qian Yun, who was a dog in the camp all day long, just to survive, suddenly raised the candle in front of him.

He thought of the passage in the gold list.

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

Then let yourself be the only light in this chaotic era!

"The flame of proletarial is lit in the Great Tang!"

At this moment, the teenagers, youths, readers, and traders of the era stood up and roared!

And then.

Daming.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had white hair, had a solemn voice and penetrated the golden list.

"What do you think of the people of this era?"

His old but deep eyes fell on the gold list, and in the end there was only complexity.

Great Tang, hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's voice, Li Shimin couldn't hear emotions.

"Have you ever seen such a person?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent.

"There has never been a shortage of such people in history, whether they are literati or military generals, they have their own style bones."

"People of extremely high character, I have also seen many records."

"But there is no such thing."

"This group of people does not care about high-ranking officials and does not leave a name for the history of Qing, but for very complicated things."

His voice slowed down a lot.

"Descendants collectively called: ideal."

This moment.

On the gold list.

[In March, the actions of the nationalist faction against the proletarian organization became more and more, and at the same time began to release rumors, announcing that the proletarian organization was about to be dissolved, which was an era full of storms in the city, "five zero zero", but at this moment, someone stood up]

The screen expands.

On the street, newsboys are waving newspapers.

"The people sent false summons to take back the military power of the proletarian organization!"

"The officer academy expelled a large number of cadets of the proletarian organization!"

The other side.

In Wang Jingwei's house, several people were talking in low voices.

"Now that Jiang Guangtou has made it clear that he wants to sort out the affairs, the proletarian organization is in big trouble."

In the Zhizhou concession, a young teacher from the nationalist faction looked at those students, especially those from well-to-do families.

"You have heard the proletarian mind, what are they going to do? Divided into fields, property. "

At this moment, Zhao Shiyan, who had just held the National Labor Conference, watched these news spread, and he was extremely angry.

Ignoring the dissuasion, he directly wrote the letter of the National Conference, and the spearhead was directed at Jiang Guangtou!

"The Western imperialists are truly happy to see our situation, and we have fallen for their scheme!"

"The West is very happy, it is in line with their hearts, and they are looking for more and more opportunities to invade!"

Many people only know eleven years later, this is true, because eleven years later it is 19.37 years.

Chen Duxiu also wants to maintain the existing state of peace, unanimously against warlords and foreign countries.

However, Zhao Shiyan refused Mr. Zhao this time: "Teacher, I know that you are concerned about the overall situation and do not want chaos in China." "

He looked seriously at the teacher who had led them on the road to proletarianism.

"I can not stand up, my family is superior, my life is good, I can watch coldly, but that's not me Zhao Shiyan, seven years ago I was still me at Beijing University, but Teacher Chen Duxiu."

At that moment, the three words were like heavy hammers, unabashed.

"You've changed."

The moment Zhao Shiyan turned around, the sky was as thick as ink.

Teacher, this era is about tearing us apart.

At that time, behind him, more and more fearless people stood out.

On the gold list, take stock of the text.

[In March of this year, the warlord of the United Revolutionary Army, Feng Yuxiang, went to Soviet Russia, Feng Yuxiang withdrew from the front line of the Beijing Division, and the Beijing Division fell into the hands of Zhang Zuolin, a warlord of the Fengjie Army]

The gold chart screen turns.

Now.

In the north, the early spring of the new year still carries a cold wind, soaking people's clothes

Newsboys selling newspapers on the streets ran, waving newspapers and magazines in their hands and shouting.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers!"

"The nationalists began to restrict the members of the proletarian organization from becoming core personnel!"

Mr. Li Dazhao, who was wearing a robe, heard it, but he did not speak, just continued to walk, going to one trade union after another, and even one shed after another, constantly propagating the idea of proletariat.

The young child, panting in the corner of the shed, his forehead scalding, personally carried the child without even a cotton coat to the doctor.

He carefully taught the eight workers' children to read and write, teaching them Marx's thoughts.

He was also helping the peasants, going to the mountain villages where the tenants who had been exploited by the gentry were desperately oppressed, and posting signs explaining how the peasants should stand up.

Someone hesitated and spoke: "Mr. Li Dazhao, I heard that the Kuomintang faction is targeting the proletarian organization. "

However, Li Dazhao was only calm.

"Let them mess around, we do things, and it is one who can save one."

The robed reader stood up and continued the propaganda, leaving only one sentence.

"There's a bit of heat, there's a bit of light."

At that moment, his back was filled with some great power.

Now.

Three Kingdoms.

Prime Minister Zhuge Liang is already old.

He looked at Liu Chan, teaching carefully.

"Your Majesty, you see, this era is chaotic now."

"Direct warlords, Fengji warlords, Ludi warlords, revolutionary army, and remnants of Anhui warlords."

"Dongying occupies five concessions and is ready to spy further."

"The two countries of Yingmi support the direct warlords, secretly support, and occupy seven concessions such as Hong Kong Island and Zhizhou at the same time."

"The country also has two places in China, two in the country of development, two in Soviet Russia, and one in each of Italy, Austria, and Belgium."

"The concession alone was divided into twenty-seven places."

"The nationalists are still targeting the proletarian organizations."

"In such a situation, what is the proletarian doing? Even if they are bullied to this point, they are only bent on changing the country. "

"They really love this country."

Speaking of this, Zhuge Liang was also confused, and he had never seen such a person.

On the gold list.

[The revolutionary army was forced to withdraw from the Beijing Division, the northeast warlords reoccupied it, and the journalists who propagated proletarian ideas fell into danger after the warlords entered the city again]

The screen appears.

A middle-aged reporter who had just been lured into the car by a friend to return to the newspaper was escorted out of the car by military police.

Wearing a robe, he looks particularly handsome.

Through his glasses, his gaze swept over the surrounding people.

But at this moment, what he saw was the smiles of the people around him, who were watching the excitement without care.

There was some sadness in the reporter's eyes, and he looked at the onlookers.

"Remember this scene of history and never trust such warlords again."

His voice was instantly drowned out in noisy whispers.

It's like dropping water on the rough sea.

He was taken away.

The warlord Northeast Zhang Dashuai did not even interrogate him, so he arbitrarily charged him and sent him to the execution ground.

Yes, from capture, to the execution ground, without stopping.

He was forced to kneel on the ground.

The warlord holding the bolt looked at him coldly, his eyes full of contempt. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Regret it, huh? Dare to offend Zhang Dashuai. "

The reporter did not struggle, so he quietly spoke: "Regret? Hahaha! "

"What I regret the most is not joining the proletarian organization earlier."

The warlord looked at him in shock: "You are also a proletarian organization? "

Obviously, the warlord is a little unbelievable, knowing that this is a reporter, a reporter.

Yet the reporter just laughed, and he thought before.

He attended classes with Hu Nan's students, studied videography, and then wrote articles for Shenbao and Times many times to criticize warlords in order to criticize Yuan Shikai.

Also studied Max's thoughts together, until that moment, he thought of the last scene.

Mr. Li Dazhao took him and took the oath together.

"Your task is to expose the warlords and publicize the proletarians."

He spoke quietly: "Dong has been hiding for too long, and now it is much more comfortable." "

"Let's shoot."

His name is, Shao Piaoping.

The gold list inventory continues.

[In May, the Kuomintang faction began to open a meeting, and Jiang Guangtou proposed to sort out the affairs and announced the following resolution: the members of the proletarian organization shall not occupy more than one-third of the senior status in the nationalist faction, the members of the proletarian organization shall not be responsible for various departments, the nationalist faction shall not join the proletarian organization, and the proletarian organization must submit the list of members]

This moment.

Daqin.

Ying Zheng looked at this scene and coughed, but his eyes became deeper.

"Begin."

Li Si, who was standing beside him, was visibly relieved.

"It seems that Daqin does not need to worry now, the national faction Jiang Guangtou will take the opportunity to expel this proletarian organization, and it is likely to become another Yuan Shikai."

"The so-called stunning, in the eyes of these radicals, is nothing more than turning China from many warlords to only one warlord, nothing more."

At this time.

Whether it was the Great Tang Fang Xuanling, the Daming Yang Shiqi, or the Great Han Cao Shen, they all relaxed a lot.

They are not afraid of people like Jiang Guangtou, history abounds, but the speed of proletariness makes any minister in ancient times fearful.

The gold chart screen turns.

As journalist Shao Pioping was killed by warlord Zhang Zuolin, the proletarian organization also got the news.

"Reporter Shao is dead, and Jiang's bald head is still in chaos!"

Yes, this is already the third semi-public attack on members of the proletarian organization by Jiang Guangtou usurping power.

In Qingdao City, Yidong Province, Deng Enming, a proletarian, also saw the news, and after cooperating with the organization to plan many stoppages of work, he was rescued from prison by the organization, and his tuberculosis became more and more serious.

He coughed, dragged the sick body, and prepared to go out to continue organizing.

The younger brother looked at this scene: "What else are you going to do?" Your illness is serious. "

He just supported his body tiredly: "I'm busy. "

So the younger brother was finally angry: "Are you busy? What the hell are you up to? Busy people are in jail, what else are you going to be busy with! "

"Can you take care of the house!"

Deng Enming turned around, his eyes serious: "Do you and I still have a home, this Qingdao is now full of concessions, do we still have a home!" "

He turned to leave, and then began to restore the destroyed organization step by step under the triple pressure of warlords and nationalists, overseas and foreign countries, and the difficult propaganda was carried out in the sheds and mines, and a new organization was rebuilt...

Late at night, he squatted with a pen and wrote letters to his brother with a pale face.

"Don't worry about your brother, Ru Jin has grown up, I am deeply happy for my brother, my eldest brother is like a father, but I have not carried it for my brother, and you can shoulder the big and small affairs of the family..."

At that moment, Deng Enming still chose the country, and he could only write one word after another guiltily.

On the gold list, a new inventory.

[In June of that year, the poor peasant armed forces under the proletarian organization braved the torrential rain to rush to the front line and attack Hunanxiao County controlled by the warlords, as an advance party, with the most ordinary inferior weapons, to meet the warlord Tang Shengzhi, more than 2,000 people fought for two days and two nights, successively defeated six regiments of the enemy army, won the first victory of the Northern Expedition, and opened the prelude to the Northern Expedition of the revolutionary army]

Daming.

Looking at this scene, Li Zicheng's eyes were extremely hot.

He also brought his people to watch.

"Did everyone see it? These people began to rebel. "

He pointed to the golden list and roared vigorously, looking at the first budding people of proletarian ideas who joined him.

"Look at today, the Zhu family that has supported Zhu Yuanzhang with the strength of the whole country, his clan king system, now two or three hundred thousand royal princes and nobles, can't afford to live by exploiting me and so on!"

It turned out that once the peasant army was proletarian, it would burst into such a force.

[In July of this year, in Yongzhou, Jiang Guangtou served as the commander-in-chief of the Ming Army, held a meeting of the Northern Expedition, announced the aspiration of following Dr. Sun Zhongshan, promoted the Three People's Thought, and called on all localities to cancel the differences between the North and the South, new hatred and old hatred, and not to be an overseas foreign puppet, and at the same time, announced a decisive battle with overseas foreign countries and their supporters, and since then, the Northern Expedition has begun]

The screen turns again.

This time it's the hospital.

The figure of the old man was dying, and he looked at the Northern Expedition oath on the news and smiled.

"Zhonghua, finally have a chance to stand up."

"The Northern Expedition is right, without the warlord China, it has the strength to clench its fingers into a fist, and there should be new ideas."

The reporter who came to interview looked at the old industrialist: "Then what do you think of proletarianism today?"

"Proletarian, that's not the way of China."

The old industrialist closed his eyes, and his hoarse voice gradually subsided.

The proletarian organization, Zhao Shiyan held the newspaper and periodical, looked at this person's judgment before death, and fell silent.

"Fang Cai died of illness The person interviewed by the reporter was called Zhang Chen, once a champion of the Qing Dynasty, dedicated to restoring the new and strong country, and then began to establish industry, schools, in an attempt to strengthen the country economically and teachingly, and then followed Yuan Shikai and supported the Constitutional Confrontation Alliance, Yuan Shikai announced the restoration, he was unwilling to accomplice, and chose to leave."

"You've been looking for a strong country all your life."

"If you don't believe us, then wait for history to judge."

"See if we are okay!"

[In July of that year, Cai Yuanfu proposed to establish a preparatory office for the history museum, and Zhou Shuren, who was in charge of teaching at the time, chose the former site of Guozijian, with more than 2,000 Ming and Qing dynasty gold stones, and in October, the China Open History Museum]

[In October of this year, in order to cooperate with the Northern Expedition, the Shanghai communists organized an armed uprising of workers, and more than ten workers' representatives died heroically and more than 100 people were arrested]

The picture unfolds.

Inside the conference room.

Li Dazhao and Zhao Shiyan are holding a meeting.

"The Northern Expedition did not affect only the declared areas such as Zhizhou, and now we must also respond positively."

The conference room fell silent, and someone spoke: "The national sent such needle 3.0 to us, look at Jiang Bald Head, after Mr. Sun left, they have changed." "

"Do we still want to cooperate?"

There was a voice coming from outside the door.

"They continue to grab their rights, we do ours."

"Guys, begin."

The bearded reader was the first to push open the door, and at that moment, a beam of light shone in the dark corner of the room.

More and more workers' leaders in the unions came forward and began to rush to the unions to inform the workers.

They had no weapons and could only carry wrenches, shovels, and even clubs.

But they took to the streets.

These workers began to actively look for military police and directly grab guns.

Many people were killed directly by the military and police who came before they could start killing.

Workers' representatives, Tao Jingxuan and Xi Zuoyao, stood at the front, still roaring hoarsely despite the blood on their chests.

"Long live the proletarian life!"

"Kill!"

The Rong family brothers, a textile merchant in Shanghai and a flour merchant, stood on the roof of the villa, looking at the street with a gun on one side and a wooden stick on the other, almost a tragic scene.

"The nationalists are frantically fighting for power, the proletarian organization is not guarded, and they also help the Northern Expedition Army and respond to the contribution."

"What the hell do these people think?"

Several readers in robes looked at the red shock, raised their heads and looked at the sky.

"Not all the birds in this world come to hide from bullets and stock up on food..."

"Some birds are destined to soar into the sky."

[The failure of the first workers' armed uprising in Shanghai marks the end of 19.26]

This moment list is the narration of the secret agents of the proletarian organization.

【Are you ready】

[You people are going to lurk in the national faction, maybe no one will remember your name in the future, maybe your end is very dangerous, maybe..."

[Sir needless to say, I am a counselor]

[The one who sent the dead is coming! ] 】。