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

"Mother, will flowers bloom, I haven't seen flowers in this land for a long, long time..." It was Li Dazhao's child, a little child, named Chenxing, who was asking her mother Zhao Chenglan.

"Yes, your father said that this land will bloom many flowers in the future, innumerable, red as the sea, blue as vast, purple into the flames, and many beautiful flowers will bloom." Zhao Chenglan put her arm around the child, sat in front of the Guanyin Hall, and said over and over again, there were newspapers and periodicals next to her, and the main page was "Let us always miss nothing. Comrade Li Dazhao, who gave his life and blood]

"You must see the flowers bloom, you must wait for the swallows to return..."

"You're still going to teach me to read....~."

"Why did you just leave-...

Zhao Chenglan murmured, - the voice turned into the wind.

How should she tell her child:

How to tell ah.

Looking around, what kind of era is this,

Why is it like this, the voice for the people died in the lively place of Peiping,

The dispute over the valves,

Warlord Rebellion,

Zhao Chenglan held the child and said word by word: "You have to remember, your father is a hero!" "

The gold chart screen turns.

The National Sect ordered the expulsion of none. Production organization.

National Party No. The large-scale hunt and killing of the industrial organization has begun, and the warlord Feng Yuxiang, who cooperated with the nationalist faction, also chose to expel Wu on this day. Production organization.

But unlike the nationalists, his attitude was not to kill them all.

At the dinner table, none. The members of the organization who joined it were silent.

No one knew what awaited them when they were suddenly summoned.

The warlord Feng Yuxiang looked at Liu Bojian and the others present and took the wine glass.

"You came to me to help, but if you want to oppose Jiang, I can't do it."

"I still want to fight against Zhang Zuolin with him."

"If you want to oppose Jiang, go wherever you want."

He didn't choose to have none. The industrial organization raised the butcher knife, but paid them severance pay, and secretly put two hundred and forty people on the train.

At that moment, watching the smoke of the train leaving from a distance disappear into the clouds, Feng Yuxiang did not speak.

He only felt that this was more like the smoke of a silent war about to begin.

[None after that. The youth league under the industrial organization targeted the national faction to wantonly mutilate Wu. The members of the organization deliberated, and these young people will always be pure and determined, just as the hope of this era.]

Daming.

Look at the picture on the gold list.

Yan Shifan, known as Xiaoge Lao, was obviously much more relaxed.

"None. The production organization is finally gone. "

That Daming Daojun Emperor, wearing a Daoist robe at the moment, also had a trace of happiness on his face.

This organization is too pure, and the death of everyone in it seems to make these madmen more and more desperately chase their ideals.

They do not know fear, let alone death.

Even they began to be afraid, afraid that this flame of thought would appear in Daming.

Fortunately, now not only overseas foreign targets, but also national factions to hunt and kill, even cooperative warlords have begun to expel them.

However, on the gold list, new pictures appeared, and they froze.

In the conference room, newspapers and periodicals are piled up on the tabletop.

Young representatives from all over the world, looking at these news, not only did not have fear in their eyes, but became more and more excited.

"The nationalists only know how to fight for power, and now they cannot pacify warlords at home, and cannot defend foreign countries outside."

"Good! Since they are going to maim nothing. Members of the production organization, let them cut! "

"I wait for the Chinese youth, some are blood, some are bones, let them cut it."

"Death is inherently lighter than a feather, heavier than Mount Tai, and you can't delay a day of life!"

In the crowd, the voices belonging to these young people were like the last boiling lava in this mountain and river where five fingers could not be seen, blazing hot!

"None. Long live the industrial organization, fight to the end! "

The brightest sunlight outside the window passes through the shade of the trees, as if paving the only bright path for the future of these great powers.

And Yan Shifan, who was watching, had an ugly face, and Emperor Jiajing was even more livid.

"Impossible!"

"It is impossible to create a so-called great country under such oppression, absolutely impossible!"

"Not even you. The founders of the industrial organization have fallen, what are you still holding onto. "

The gold list perspective turns again.

[At the beginning of 19.27, Jiang Guangtou destroyed his life, betrayed his life, and began to target Wu. The industrial organization hunted and killed, and the students of the proletarian organization of the Huangpu Military Academy, after experiencing a large number of expulsions, the rest were installed in various areas of the Northern Expedition Army and became pioneers that could be abandoned at any time in the eyes of the nationalists.

The screen appears.

The sky light in late spring is not so bright, but because of the smoke shrouded in gunsmoke, it makes people more and more depressed.

What sounded in my ears was the rumbling sound of gunfire, and at that time, the red blood on the battlefield was all merged into the smoke of the burning flag, and the mess on the ground.

The young Jiang Xianyun, the young man who was praised by Jiang Guangtou in the military academy as the most worthy of cultivation, who used to take the lead in withdrawing from the Kuomintang faction, is now just looking at the billowing smoke from afar, and looking at the newspaper that has just been passed back.

When the press, about none. The industrial organization was targeted again and again, and the nationalists sent around to hunt down Yang Kaigong, Xiao Chunu and others. When he gave birth, he put down the newspaper, and his eyes remained only empty and desperate.

He didn't want to get involved in the chaos, he just wanted the Northern Expedition to pacify the warlords.

As long as China is good and not bullied.

It was his boyhood dream.

However, at this moment, this city wall, which had just been forged for China, was broken from the inside.

He stood up, walked through the smoke of gunfire in the deep twilight, and formed the school bald head committee, and he wanted to take these teenagers who really did not participate in the chaos to the Northern Expedition to realize their dreams.

But the determination of the nationalists exceeded everyone's expectations.

Even this former most important student of Jiang's bald head was sent to Nanhe to continue participating in the Northern Expedition.

He became a pioneer without help.

On that day, he rode on a white war horse, his eyes covered in gloom in the dusk, already holding on to a certain determination.

"Kill with me!"

A charge, shot in the arm.

Second charge, hands and feet scarred.

His friend desperately grabbed him and roared amid the deafening sound of artillery fire: "You're crazy! "

He just looked at his friend behind him and let the blood flow on this land.

"Our dream is the Northern Expedition."

"Pacify China, expel the foreigners, you bastards remember for me, don't give those warlord emperors. The country sells its life. "

His voice resounded in the battlefield where gunfire was dense.

In the light of dusk, it was like a cuckoo crying blood.

Until the figure was engulfed by the battlefield, leaving only the last sentence.

"Remember our mission, our mission, is New China, Young China!"

This moment.

Big Han.

The twelve-year-old boy Huo Qubing looked at the picture on the gold list, and his eyes were dyed scarlet.

In that thin layer of twilight was the hot blood of the teenager.

So he looked up at the Great Han Frontier, and his voice was high.

"In my heart, I also have a young Huaxia dream, just like you."

The other side.

Southern song dynasty.

The young Yue Fei was silent, carrying the gun, and a sharp pain came from his back.

But he just stared at the golden list, his gaze was like a scorching firework, and at the last moment when the youth disappeared, he closed his eyes.

The Great Song River and Mountain, the territory of China, thousands of people waiting to return home.

His voice was calm, but it was like thunder in silence.

"I'm just like you, I will."

The mission of a teenager is also Huaxia.

Daming.

Xia Wanchun stared at the back hidden in the battlefield.

He was thinking about how to erase the darkness of an era.

Now, he sees it.

With blood, the hot blood of the boy, it was hot and red, blazing enough to smear away any pitch black that the sun could not penetrate.

"We will."

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Gold list inventory.

[This year, the nationalist faction targeted none. The persecution of the industrial organization intensified, and Hu Nan sent an officer Xu Kexian to lead an army to attack Hu Nanwu. The production organization began to hunt and kill nothing. A member of the industrial organization, which also means that the nationalist sent Jiang Guangtou and Wang Jingwei for the first time to join forces]

The screen appears.

Inside the office.

Wang Jingwei looked at the cold night outside the window, like a deep monster lurking enough to engulf people in one bite.

This young man who used to participate in the sorrow with Mr. Sun, even at the cost of using blood to remind the world, has changed.

His blood began to cool and gradually became the face he once hated the most.

"A country cannot have two voices."

"It is only right for the nationalists to study the West."

[The madness of the nationalists is far beyond everyone's imagination, and they have targeted nothing from the beginning. The leaders of the industrial organizations, up to now, have begun to attack children and workers.

The screen appears.

Today's form has completely reached the point of incompatibility.

The nationalists are bent on extinguishing nothing. Even those young children are not spared.

At this moment, in the room, Li Hanjun and Zhan Dabei looked at the arrest materials that had just been transmitted, and more than 300 people were detained by the warlord in Wuhan. The members of the industrial organization were not released at the first time.

It appears that the National faction still intends to continue their detention.

The chill of early spring soaked into his bones, and Li Hanjun looked at a lone lamp in the office, as if no matter how bright the halo was, it could never tear through the darkness.

He also felt cold.

A moment later, he picked up his pen and wrote an order in the official name for his release.

Zhan Dabei, who was sitting on the side watching this scene, spoke.

"Do you know what that means?"

Li Hanjun did not speak, lowered his head and wrote word by word, until he issued a release of more than three hundred nothing. The order of the members of the industrial organization was given, and he finally nodded, just a few simple words.

"I know."

Yes, he knew what it meant to do so when the nationalists were in full swing, Jiang Guangtou, who controlled military power, and Wang Jingwei, who controlled government affairs.

Zhan Dabei, a member of the National Faction, also nodded silently, he did not join Jiang Guangtou and them, just because he had never forgotten why he came from, and he was sad.

Wang Jingwei, who got the news, really came to question.

But Li Hanjun just stood up, and under the light, his eyes were like sharp blades.

"Tell me, where did Wang Jingwei, who dared to assassinate the regent in the past, go?"

Wang Jingwei's eyes flickered: "I am right, only by studying with the most powerful country can China have a future." "

Li Hanjun seems to have changed a person, and the well-mannered reader scolded at this moment: "Fart, study, imitate, and be pinched by overseas empires, is this right?" "

Ask for flowers

"Those who died tragically, those who did not. The organizations are all workers and children!! "

They protected none. The production organization, but also hated by Wang Jingweiji.

It's getting colder.

Towering gold list, the text continues.

[In June of this year, Dongying couldn't hold back, prepared to send troops to test it, occupied the northeast and controlled the Dongying people, began to send brigades and regiments to Dongshan Province with 17,000 expatriates along the Dongshan Qingdao route, and 1.5 billion yuan of Dongying assets were threatened, and ignored the official warnings of the warlords, and the ambition of the wolf son was clearly revealed]

The screen appears.

In this year, the warlord Feng Yuxiang joined forces with the Shu Mei Army, and the Second Northern Expedition began, all the way out of the Three Qins, and fought with the direct warlords who were supported by Yingmi.

While controlling the Jing Division, the warlords of the Fengji Department began to secretly contact Dongying, preparing to conclude a contract related to the northeast.

The nationalists are still killing and killing nothing. The organization of production, China is in chaos.

The gold chart screen turns.

At the moment, Kyoshi.

The Jing division under Zhang Zuolin's control has been silent since Li Dazhao's death.

It's like a dense forest, seeing nothing, knowing nothing, deep and dark.

Wang Guowei, who was fifty years old at the time, looked at the Kunming Lake in front of him and carefully stuffed the paper in his hand into his pocket.

It was the letter he left for himself.

Then, the elderly master of Chinese Studies wore cloth shoes and stepped into the water.

When the water reached his ankle, Wang Guowei looked up and glanced at the bright sunlight.

The temperature is not low, but he feels inexplicably piercing.

In the second step, the water is already in your knees.

He remembered what he had said to people before.

"Today, the average person in the United States has one car, the highest in the world, what about us?"

At that time, he pointed to the mountains and rivers of today's China, what about Jincheng? The exotic battleship opened to the door.

What about Jinling? The great powers knocked on the gates with shells.

There are also Dongshan, Qingdao, those East Win people occupy without declaring, why did they ever regard China as a country?

The warlords of the Jing Division are secretly contacting Dong Ying to cooperate, and the nationalist faction is in the fight against Wu. Production organization.

In the third step, the water has passed the waist, and the green is cold.

"Fifty years, only one death is owed. After this life changes, righteousness will no longer be dishonored. "

He thought of Li Dazhao's spirited lectures in the past, and thought of Li Shutong bidding farewell to the Changting Ancient Road and retreating into the empty door.

One more step.

The water is not overhead, and there is no more sound.

The sky is desolate, and there is no more fifty-year-old reader in the world.

He was gone, drowning.

The golden list plate takes you to continue with the text.

[After Mr. Li Dazhao was persecuted by warlords, no. Members of the industrial organization were hunted down and killed by the nationalists, and overseas foreign countries openly invaded and occupied China. Following the youth conference, the National Labor Association was finally held, with 400 people representing millions of working people.

At the meeting site, the sky was gloomy.

Four hundred workers, peasants standing.

These beings who originally lived at the bottom of this era, or wore shorts and shorts, or were wrinkled in the wind and sand all year round.

There are young workers and elderly farmers.

In the slaughtering wind, they looked at the figure announcing the meeting on the stage, only four hundred people, and they were majestic like mountains, and the momentum was turbulent.

Just because these four hundred people represent the three million laborers standing behind them!

"Jiang Guangtou betrayed not only his life, but also Mr. Sun!"

"Mr. Li Dazhao is immortal, and axiom cannot be killed!"

The clouds cleared.

With a roar, even the sunlight gradually burned hot, as if to dispel this obscure decay.

The gold list screen turned away.

At noon, Wang Jingwei sat on the sofa and looked at Wu Wu more and more proudly. The production organization gave in and wooed his movements.

"I said I was right."

"Only by learning from the West is the way out for China."

And at the moment.

Inside the concession, four Dong Win began to plan to take away the topographic map and arming map of present-day China.

Carrying their suitcases, they embarked on the battleship back to Dongwin.

Before leaving, just looked back at the current chaotic times and smiled.

"The more chaotic this Republic of China, the better, and our Great Eastern Win is about to occupy here."

On the gold list, inventory continues to appear.

[The situation became more and more chaotic, at the end of June, Dong Ying held the first meeting on the invasion and occupation of China, the goal of the meeting was to obstruct the pacification of China and safeguard Dong Ying's rights and interests in China, and the following month, Dong Win announced the formulation of a program for China, trying to suppress the Chinese address Dong Win, and stressed the importance of Manchu and Mongolia to Dong Win, claiming that it would take necessary measures to ensure the special interests of East Win

[During the meeting, Tanaka, foreign minister of the Dong Win cabinet, advocated that if he wanted to conquer China, he must first conquer Manchuria, and if he wanted to conquer the world, he must first conquer China, so far, Dong Ying was no longer satisfied with prying eyes on the ambition of the wolf son of China, and began to prepare for action]

At that time.

Qing Dynasty.

Qianlong looked at the scene of the golden list, sneered and spoke, and his voice passed through the golden list and entered the ears of Daming Zhu Yuanzhang.

"It seems that future generations will not be able to create the so-called great country."

"There are internal enemies in the front, and island enemies outside."

"The descendants of the Han people you are proud of are doomed to fail on the road to building a great power."

Zhu Yuanzhang just looked gloomy, he resented the Qing Dynasty, and he was extremely jealous of proletariness, but at least he did not want his descendants to be divided by foreign races, he could only say that the descendants, at least this land is a Chinese pill! .