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

"My name is Deng Zhongxia."

"Chen Qiaonian !"

"Qu Qiubai!"

"Ye Ting!"

"Chen Jilei, the general head of the proletarian organization of the Zhidong Uprising!"

"I would love to go to Donggangshan to see our first revolutionary place, but I don't have time."

"Gentlemen, let future generations enjoy the happiness of our overcoming difficulties!" Chen Tailei said so.

【None. The uprising planned by the industrial organization in Zhidong is unprecedented in history. Led by the industrial organization alone, the Death Armed Forces fought back against the Destruction Armed Forces, and now, this flame began to burn]

The screen appears.

Now in charge of the Zhidong region. Chen Jilei, head of the production organization, received the no. Chen Qiaonian of the headquarters of the production organization, Qu Qiubai's general ~ knowledge.

"Allow armed death, uprising! -"

At that moment, in the dark of night, Chen Tilei looked at the thousands of torches in front of him, and came to the high platform in front step by step.

It was two o'clock in the morning, when the night was at its strongest.

"Brothers soldiers! Under the brutal rule of the nationalists, there was no second way out for the soldiers except to join the workers and peasants, raise the banner of sorrow, take up arms, and fight with the nationalists. Get up! Zhizhou none. Long live the production organization! Not. Long live the success of the production class! "

He raised his hand.

In the dark night, hold tight!

Bang bang!

Three cannons rang out, and the light of signal flares shone in the sky, as if to tear open the bloody night sky behind this darkness.

He personally brought more than five thousand workers and peasants, soldiers, shouting Wu. The proletariat rushed into this city that was heavily guarded by the destruction and desperate armed forces.

The heroic battle and killing began, from half past three in the morning to five in the morning.

On the north bank of the Zhu River, most of the enemy's key points have now been occupied.

Dawn, Zhizhou none. The official industrial organization, under the leadership of Chen Dielei, was officially established.

The flames were still burning, and the warriors, with scars of varying shades, were holding each other.

When Chen Jilei was heard shouting: "Announced through the headquarters of the Shanghai Proletarian Organization, the Suwei of Yongzhou is invincible. The production organization was officially established! "

When the voice sounded, thousands of people in the crowd burst into tears.

The moment they saw that faith became a reality, the red on their bodies was like a flower blooming before dawn.

However, just when the city fell into the joy of victory.

On the south bank of the Zhujiang River, the nationalists sent Jiang Guangtou to arrange for the enemy to arrive at Guanyin Mountain on a warship.

The workers and peasants were divided into two routes, and hundreds of people went to Guanyin Mountain to fight fiercely, losing under the gap between weapons and soldiers.

"The enemy has reached the Great Northern Gate."

Some soldiers hurried back and told Chen Tilei to take the organization and leave quickly.

Chen Tilei let them tug at the corners of his clothes and took out his pistol.

The bespectacled reader strode with his head held high, pushed open the door, the sky was blazing, and he walked out in the light, his back straight.

"None. The production organization has never taken the initiative of the top to leave and let the workers' and peasants' fighters stand in the way! "

"All the civil servants were withdrawn, the second group of workers and peasant representatives left, and cadres like me remained behind!"

He drove to the Great Northern Gate and was ambushed by the enemy on the way.

Chen Tailei knew that they couldn't leave.

In the end, Chen Tianlei's mind came up with Chen Yannian, who had sacrificed for four months, as well as Zhao Shiyan and Li Dazhao.

"Sir, I missed you."

At the moment when his pupils dilated, he thought of the Wu who had originally joined Mr. Li Dazhao at Beijing University. Production group.

Thought of introducing Chen Yannian and none. The representatives of the international industry exchanged deaths.

I thought of when I led three armed uprisings in Shanghai with Zhao Shiyan.

He thought of the high oath when he raised his right hand.

The bullet pierced through the chest, and at that moment, he coughed up blood, but with a smile on his face, under the sun, it was dazzling like a blood-stained flower.

He looked at the enemies of the nationalist faction, all of whom were Chinese, and he was very uncomfortable that he died here, he should have died in expulsion and humiliation, and he finally roared: "Please remember!" Supporting justice and protecting the people is not a slogan! "

Daming.

Tie Xian looked at this scene with a complicated expression.

He turned his head to look at Emperor Zhu Zhanji.

"They don't. This is always the case with the leaders of the organization. "

"In order to cover the evacuation of other members of the organization, Chen Yannian chose to stay behind."

"The same is true of Chen Jilei today, his status is extremely high."

"These people are the original bones, the original souls, and the early leaders of this organization!"

He couldn't imagine what these people were thinking.

Such an important identity, but they don't care, can stand out in such a chaotic world, what height their future can reach, I'm afraid no one can speculate, but such a group of people, even willing to die for their subordinates first.

What kind of conduct are the people of this organization practicing,

Meanwhile.

Da Tang.

Fang Xuanling and Wei Zheng were also looking at the golden list, and nothing appeared in front of their eyes. Every step of the production organization.

"They determined the direction and path of development, took the road of armed stunning, and surrounded the cities with the countryside."

"The foundation plate was determined, with Donggangshan as the center, Ninggang, Yongxin, Xingling, Suijun and other large and small counties have been established one after another. Proletarian official. "

"Many other cities do not. Industrial organizations have also begun to arrange for workers and peasants to be armed and killed. "

"Is this organization finally going to embark on the road of building a great power?"

On the gold list, the inventory text has been unfolded one after another.

[After the nationalists chose to reunify, on 14, the interests of Tsarist Russia and Yingmi in China clashed, and the Jinling nationalists officially issued a declaration to abolish the consulate and related commercial institutions of Tsarist Russia, and carry out an inventory of Tsarist banks and all Tsarist Russian consumer cooperation institutions, and began to openly move closer to Omi imperialism]

[On the 16th, the Gui warlords went to war with the Cantonese warlords]

[This month, after encountering the cooperation of the nationalists, Wang Jingwei was ready to unite with the Chou Army to confront Jiang Guangtou, but encountered opposition from the representatives of Tsarist Russia and withdrew his advisers, resulting in defeat and Wang Jingwei, who lost his position and fled to the country]

[This year, the official Kuomintang officially formed the Guoshu Research Center in Jinling]

On the gold list, the picture turns.

"None. The concept of production is that workers, peasants, in essence, their purpose is for the broadest masses of the people at the bottom to have a voice..."

In the school, Zhou Shuren still stood on the podium and continued to explain to the students that there was no . Production organization.

However, the next moment, the gate was pushed open, and several military and police officers showed fierce eyes.

"Even if you are very famous, you can continue to promote the idea of destroying life, and there is a problem with your position, we will not be polite!"

The other side.

Gentle young men and women dressed in suits gathered at a newly opened Xinyue bookstore.

This bookstore is a new bookstore opened by Hu Shi and Xu Zhimo.

Sitting around the crowd, who were talking about poetic elegance, someone suddenly asked.

"Mr. Suitable, no. The industry organization has been reporting recently, haven't you joined New Youth before, and are you familiar with their founders? What do you think? "

After tidying up his suit, Hu Shicai shook his head: "At first, I was not optimistic about the so-called nothing. Production organization. "

"Today, the nationalist faction that imitates the Western eagle rice has a huge influence at home and abroad, more than 100,000 elite soldiers, armed with advanced weapons, no . What about production organizations? After seven years, it has grown to tens of thousands of people, and without weapons, they can only live in a corner of the countryside. "

"So, ah, I wasn't optimistic about them initially."

He had absolute correctness under his eyes.

Meanwhile.

In Shanghai, a small private house, there are no windows.

The four young students raised their hands and looked resolute.

"I volunteered to join none. Production organization, for none. Career struggle for life! "

This moment.

Spring and Autumn Warring States, people of different periods are watching.

Mo Zhai, Kong Qiu, Meng Ke...

Xun Cheng looked at the picture that kept flashing on the gold list, and finally his gaze fell on the gentle-looking reader in a suit.

He frowned slightly.

"This person only knows the strong."

"But he forgot what era this was, and what kind of thoughts those overseas foreign countries were about."

"They can sit there and drink tea and talk about poetry."

"What about Zhao Shiyan? He has also been well-off since he was a child. "

"What about Chen Yannian? His father was a respected scholar. "

"What about Yang Kaigong? Rich family, studying abroad. "

"Who of these people doesn't have a brilliant future?"

"What about them?" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"These people can also drink tea, but they choose to give their lives for their ideals."

"You think that only you are right, think that only you are sober."

"You guys, but standing on the shoulders of giants and despising others, cowardice."

On the gold list, a new inventory text appears.

[After the failure of the Yizhou Uprising, the organization instructed to continue development, and Zhou Wanyong, who had killed a bloody road to Hong Kong City, received news from the organization that he needed to continue his work and command the workers' and peasants' soldiers, so he ventured back to Yongzhou again the next month]

[In the past, Zhou Wangyong participated in the Hong Kong Island commanded by Chen Yannian. Shutdown]

The screen expands.

In the room, Zhou Wanyong was sorting out his clothes.

Chen Tiejun had just been received here by him.

"My name is Chen Tiejun, and I was sent by the organization."

"I used to attend a new-style primary school, and then I went on a blind date and entered a girls' middle school, when the teacher Tan Tiandu was a counselor, and under his guidance, I read a lot of organizational books and joined the organization."

Zhou Wenyong also nodded at this moment, and also stretched out his hand, looking at some familiar figures.

"Hello comrade, my name is Zhou Wanyong, a local, I joined the organization four years ago, responsible for the ideological work of students in Zhizhou, after the Wuzhou massacre, I established a foreign affairs union, and also organized a large-scale stoppage on Hong Kong Island, and now the organization wants me to come back and rebuild the Zhizhou organization."

The two sat in the living room with serious expressions.

"Is there any news from other comrades?"

"I haven't found it yet, but I left a flower pot on the windowsill in the back alley to mark it."

Yes, the reason why Zhou Wenyong brought Chen Tiejun over was entirely to find the comrades who were separated in the Yizhou uprising, and according to the instructions of the organization, re-establish the Yizhou Wu. Production organization.

Moreover, Chen Tiejun is the assistant sent to him by the organization.

Now, they must pretend to be husband and wife in front of everyone, avoiding the eyes and ears of the radical forces of the nationalists.

Chen Tiejun is also sorting out some information.

Now her name is Chen Tiejun, the name of a lesbian, and whenever she introduces herself, many people are curious.

So she would tell those people that she was originally called Chen Xiejun.

Ask for flowers

When she was in the College of Liberal Arts of Zhidong University, because she read a large number of books on the thoughts of new youth, in order to pursue progress, she changed her name to Chen Tiejun.

The materials on the table were also mixed with a letter from his sister, and Chen Tiejun looked at it with a soft gaze.

My sister, who is four years younger than herself, is also studying and has advanced her mind, and she wants to join the organization.

In the small room, the two began to get busy separately.

Late at night, Zhou Wanyong, who had just returned from the street, was a little tired, but he was still frowning and thinking.

During this time he had been secretly forming a contingent among the workers to rescue arrested comrades.

But during this time, the radical wing of the nationalists did not stop their activities, but began to advocate liberal democracy and emulate the West.

Chen Tiejun looked at Zhou Wenyong: "Have the arrested comrades had any results?" "

Zhou Wenyong shook his head: "Tomorrow, I plan to gather the workers and go outside the mansion of the nationalist faction to ask them to release the arrested workers." "

Both of them understood what this meant, so Chen Tiejun nodded.

Early the next morning, the young comrades took to the streets with thousands of workers.

Chen Tiejun looked at the reader standing at the front of the team, and the way he walked forward in the light made her see hope and left a shadow in her heart.

Zhou Wenyong held the banner high, and the moment he turned back, he also saw the woman in the scarf, with the flame of faith, bright and palpitating.

It's just that they still call each other comrades.

Because now there is never room for affection, and life is ahead.

[The Spring Festival is coming, Zhou Wenyong and Chen Tiejun began to plan for the Qizhou Wu under the severe situation. The armed activities of workers under the leadership of industrial organizations, at this moment, reconstituted without . The two people from the underground contact point of the industrial organization were also targeted by the national faction]

It's four o'clock in the afternoon on this day.

Chen Tiejun and Zhou Wangyong were surrounded by a large number of nationalist armed forces because of the betrayal of traitors.

Listen to the footsteps getting closer and closer outside.

Zhou Wangyong's face did not change color, and he glanced at Chen Tiejun, who was pretending to be a husband and wife with himself.

"Let's go."

It's like going to a banquet.

So he opened the door, and at that moment, the blazing sun shone, and the two greeted the light and walked all the way.

Zhou Wenyong and Chen Tiejun were arrested.

The military policeman looked at the scarred two in front of him and frowned.

In prison, coercion and temptation, torture have all been tried, but they would rather open shocking openings in their flesh and skin than say anything about nothing. Any message from the production organization.

This kind of person again, the military police knew, he couldn't ask, so he just said.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

When this sentence fell, both of them knew.

The enemy forced Zhou Wenyong to write a confession, and Zhou Wenyong just wrote a poem.

The head can be broken, the limb can be broken,

The spirit of despair cannot be extinguished.

The head of a strong man is falling,

The body of the good man is a group split.

Chen Tiejun looked up, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and thought of when they gathered together on the street a long time ago to speak.

"Let's take a wedding photo."

The two looked at each other, without speaking, Zhou Wenyong also understood.

They can't see the time when they will win, and they can't wait to be together.

Perhaps, this can only be regarded as a dream of the two.

But even if it's a dream, it's fine.

Under the barred window, the enemy brought them a photographer.

The two looked at the photo, the smile on their faces pure and warm, with the seeds of the flame of despair.

He was then taken to the execution ground.

The sky was overcast, drizzling, and the wind was biting cold.

Looking at the people around them, shouting nothing. Long live the property, and the two stood on the execution ground without hesitation.

Chen Tiejun spoke.

"People say we're husband and wife, but we're just pretending to be desperate."

"We help each other at work, life and death are shared, and our hearts are together, but we can't care about personal feelings in order to worry about our lives."

"Now, I announce to you that when we give our youth and lives to the organization, we will hold a wedding here, and let the guns of the national faction be used as our wedding salute." Farewell, fellow citizens, comrades! May you fight bravely, nothing. The organization will surely win, and the future belongs to us. "

That moment.

There is no need to be deliberate, everything falls into place.

Zhou Wenyong tied a red scarf for her,

Chen Tiejun carefully combed his collar and gently wiped the blood stains on his face.

The two were clean and ready to die.

Zhou Wenyong put one end of Chen Tiejun's scarf on his shoulder.

The rain stopped, and the sun was shining brightly, like lights for this dream wedding.

Singing sounded from the two people.

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

At the scene, the spontaneously gathered people held sunflowers, and some people cried silently.

The gun went off.

The blood dispersed, and at the last moment when the figure fell, Zhou Wenyong struggled to speak.

"Comrades! Sad... Life...... Arrive...... Bottom! "

In this era, there is no bright love with teeth and claws, only one flame touches another, burning itself and joining the sea of fire.

In the sun, choked, the sunflowers were stained scarlet.

Love on the execution ground, 19.27 years into the end again.