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

Zhou Shuren is teaching, and he is still talking about the new youth newspaper and periodicals of the past.

He wants to make it clear who Li Dazhao, Zhao Shiyan, Chen Yannian, Chen Duxiu, and his friends are, let these children know, let future generations know, and don't forget them.

They were too hard, and it was too difficult to build the organization in the first place.

After that, he was warned many times, and even issued a wanted warrant, and if he were not in the concession, he would have been arrested by the military and police.

Hu Shi came, and he discouraged again: "Don't participate in nothing. Organize any more, believe in the national organization. "

Zhou Shuren looked at it and spoke: "Brother Fit, there are more people in this world who are smarter than you, in this pile of rotten warlords in the rotten era, I let you see an interesting thing." "

"Would you like to follow me out and see something."

Zhou Shuren looked outside, his voice was always so peaceful.

"What's going on?" Hu Shi asked, but chose to follow, and Zhou Shuren, who strode forward, said.

"I show you how a person dies for the original ideals!!"

Hu Shi followed Zhou Shuren and left.

After walking through the streets and alleys, I came to the execution ground.

The surrounding people were densely gathered around, and there were many people.

So they squeezed in.

A woman with leg shackles stood quietly on the execution ground, surrounded by a group of people shot.

The red color on his body diffused the smell of rust and stained the robe.

The military police said that this is none. Members of the industrial organization were shot at the scene.

It is strange that the woman standing in the middle did not cry, she just calmly looked at the muzzle in front of her, and all the nothingness around her. The same is true for the members of the production organization.

Hu Shi looked at the row of people standing like this, as if he had torn all the rules, and even gave up the instinct to survive as a life.

He couldn't understand what kind of mentality these people had to stand here calmly, waiting for the bullet to penetrate their chests.

One by one, the military and police officers chanted their names until they reached the woman beside them.

Zhou Shuren suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of the crowd and spoke.

"Her name is Xiang Jingyu, graduated from normal school, and was the principal of a girls' school."

"After that, I went to study in the country of Fa and learned Marx's thought."

"Returned to China six years ago and joined Shanghai Haiwu. An industrial organization dedicated to the enlightenment of women's thoughts. "

"Three years ago, Wuzhou Action, she personally led the female workers of Shanghai to participate in the fight, and in October of the same year, she went to Lao Mao 12 Ziguo to study Wu. Production thoughts. "

"Last year, Wang Jingwei began to arrest Wu. The production organization, transferred to underground work, transferred to Hubei, and guided Hu Nanwu when the center led people to leave Wuhan. The industrial organization carried out the peasants' death, and compiled and organized newspapers and periodicals, Yangtze River. "

"This is Chen Tie who is the same as Qiu Jin, and the wedding at the execution ground. Military-like female gentleman. "

The military police standing on the side had a warning in their eyes.

Hu Shi quickly pulled Zhou Shuren.

On the execution ground, the woman, who had always been calm, turned around and spoke with a smile.

"Sir, the madman's notes are very good, and since then we have been the only light."

"Mr. Xie told me my identity, and the world still knows that there is a woman like me."

Zhou Shuren surrendered his hand and gave a big gift.

Xiang Jingyu turned his head, and at that moment, the rain was clear, and the wind came, curling up his hair and covering the shocking red blood flowers.

Watch this scene.

Hu Shi, who was in a suit and tie, frowned.

Why is this woman the same.

Why Chen Tiejun, Chen Yannian, Zhao Shiyan, Li Dazhao and others who joined the organization are all like this.

What the hell are they for?

A new China that they are destined to not see, only exists in their ideals?

Zhou Shuren led him into the crowd until he stepped on the rickshaw.

He heard more and more as the car bell rang and the wind passed through his ears.

Zhou Shuren was very uncomfortable.

"Isn't this very interesting in this pile of rotten warlord things."

"Individuals die for ideals."

There was sadness in his eyes, and Hu Shi did not speak.

The rickshaw didn't know how long it had been until it stopped, and a figure in a robe and a figure in a suit came down.

It's still an execution ground, it's still a crowd.

Zhou Shuren looked at these onlookers in front of him, but he didn't see the man-eating blood steamed buns.

When I walked all the way in with the incident, on the execution ground, there was a twenty-eight-year-old young man.

This time, there were many students standing around, and a student standing next to the two opened his mouth with red eyes.

"Mr. Xia Minghan, graduated from industrial machinery school and pursued progress, he and his friend Jiang Xianyun formed a progressive group to oppose warlords."

"Three years ago it was nothing. The industrial organization engaged in peasant activities, trained tens of thousands of active members of the peasants, and participated in the Second Northern Expedition last year. "

"None. After the failure of the production organization, he chose to follow Hu Nanwu. The industrial organizations carried out peasant activities and organized peasant armed forces on many occasions. "

"This year, I was arrested for betrayal by a traitor."

Looking at this, Zhou Shuren turned his head.

"He's only twenty-eight, what are you doing at twenty-eight, how old are you?"

What does a person look like with a smile on his face, but sadness under his eyes?

Hu Shi didn't know, he was just silent.

Xia Minghan on the execution ground heard it, and he smiled and spoke.

"In the year I was born, the Qing court sent 100,000 to arrest Kang Liang, and Yuan Shikai obeyed the exotic conditions of the West."

"Overseas exotic coalition forces fought all the way to China."

Xia Minghan pointed to the north: "Hit the Great Qing Jing Division, the heart of China." "

"That year, China was beaten by overseas aliens in its own mountains and rivers, and had to cut the land to pay compensation. Fund. "

He smiled and turned his head, and at that time, a light fell into his eyes.

"Sir, can you send me a favorite word of yours?"

Zhou Shuren's voice was a little bitter, sad but forced to be loud.

"China is about too old, everything in society is big or small, it is bad, like a black dye vat, no matter what new things are added, it becomes pitch black. But there is no other way but to think about it. I see all the idealists, either nostalgic for the past or hoping for the future, and for the present topic, they have paid blank papers, because no one can prescribe medicine. All the best remedies are the so-called hope for the future. "

Xia Minghan spoke.

"Future, none. The flame of the production organization is going to burn, Mr. Xie! "

There was no rain in the sky, only the cold wind remained, and a lonely Xia Ming Han, lying in a pool of blood.

The desperate poem in his hand was gradually soaked in scarlet.

It doesn't matter if you cut off your head, as long as it's true.

Kill Xia Minghan, and the people who came later!

On the way back, Zhou Shuren spoke again.

"Are these things interesting on this pile of rotten warlords of the rotten era?"

He pointed to the setting sun.

"Tomorrow he will be the sun !!"

Daming.

The old Zhang Ju was looking up at the golden list.

"Zhou Shuren can see that he knows what light is."

"But that lake fits."

He glanced at the dignified, suit-clad figure that seemed to always carry the idea of a high elite.

"Hu Shi couldn't wake up in the end, he only had the elite in his eyes, and he only knew Mu Qiang."

"But what era is this? Imprisoned the mind for three hundred years, imprisoned the economy for three hundred years. "

"Do you expect these people to be as glamorous as him, and that they can drink tea with a teacup every day and talk about the wind and moon?"

"We must change them, help them, and finally let the whole of China come out!"

The elderly scholar was excited, and his voice crossed the gold list.

"Sir, love and non-attack, but so?"

Spring.

Mo Zhai listened to the voice of the later life in the golden list, nodded and laughed.

"None. The industrial organization has put this idea into reality. "

So Zhang Juzheng also smiled.

On the gold list, the picture continues. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Hu Shi left.

Separated from Zhou Shuren, it seems that he wants to return to his bookstore.

He walked down the street, and several gun-bearing figures hurried past him.

There are also bloody men who climb tree trunks to hide.

These agents are in the arrest of none. Members of the production organization, they have always been bloody.

After a few moments, none. Members of the organization were arrested.

Hu Shi looked at the man, facing the fierce agent.

"Confess, confess!"

When the baton was beaten, he didn't say a word.

He held his head high like that, and the Wu who had calmly died on the execution ground that Hu Shi had seen before. The same is true for the members of the production organization.

It's weird.

Hu Shi didn't look at it, he reached out and straightened his black suit, turned around and sighed.

"Why bother? The nationalists are right, whether it is the economy, science and technology, weapons, military strength. "

"It's the gap of the times."

"Zhongfu is sober, why are these nothing. But the members of the industrial organization are still like this? "

Hu Shi left, and he had to attend the next gathering of the new school of modern poetry to discuss the establishment of a monthly magazine about poetry.

Readers, should do a good job of learning.

Hu Shi silently took the rickshaw and arrived.

There are already many people coming to the scene.

Wen Yiduo, Liang Shiqiu and others are there, and Xu Zhimo, who initiated the poetry activity with himself in this new cultural activity, is also there.

In the crowd, someone held a drink, commenting on a new verse, shaking his head.

Some people laughed and said interesting things in the literary world, which immediately caused everyone to laugh, and the air was full of joy.

There are also people who whisper and seem to capture nothing by the warlords and nationalists. The members of the industrial organization were somewhat sympathetic.

Gunshots and running were still ringing outside the window, which seemed out of place with the poetry of the cocktail party here.

The other side.

In an elementary school, the familiar oath sounded again.

"For none. Fight to the end! "

The young and immature face is firm, and all nothing. The same as the production members.

Meanwhile.

Hu Shi looked at this scene and thought of Zhou Shuren.

"There are more smart people in this world than you, in this pile of rotten warlord rotten things, I let you see an interesting thing, I want to let you alone die for the original ideal."

At that moment, he just shook his head and his voice was soft.

"You guys are ideal."

The screen turns to the northeast.

Now this place is occupied by the army of the warlord Zhang Da, and not far away is the army of Dong Ying.

This year, Liu Changchun was nineteen years old.

The boy who always ran back and forth on the mountain roads of the village and school for more than ten miles with his shoes has grown into a young man.

With a difficult family, he worked as an apprentice in a glasswork factory.

Next year he plans to go to university and practice sports.

When he said this, the passing overseas aliens just laughed mockingly.

"You can't go to the Olympics."

The angry youth clenched his fists, and he could only look at Wu from a distance. Production organization.

"I can only do this, I will definitely do my best to make China glorious in front of a foreign country once!"

On the gold list, a new inventory begins.

[In March of this year, because it involved none. The overall development trend of the industrial organization is divergent and affected, Hu Nanwu. Members of the industrial organization were demoted, snubbed, and none. After the death of Sanko, he has now changed his nature and begun to intervene in various countries without it. Production Organization】

The screen appears.

The members of the Hu Nan proletarian organization have now been demoted because they put forward ideas, and they have no real power and have been reduced to nothing. Visitors at the edge of the production organization.

But they were still optimistic, bowing their heads hopefully, their brushes dipped in ink.

My friend looked at them who still had the mind to write the psalm, and he was a little helpless.

"Now none. The international organization is no longer the one that helps the whole world without. The industrial organizations united and rebelled against the injustices. "

"After the death of their leader, they are more like they want to go in another direction closer to the empire or warlords."

"They are meddling in our Chinese organization, but they simply do not understand the current situation in China."

"Aren't you disappointed?"

Listening to his friend, Hu Nanwu. Members of the industrial organization laughed.

"Those who are desperate, must have a high spirit and be fearless of everything."

They're still so scrappy.

The inventory screen turns.

The weather is getting cooler by 830.

General Center of Shanghai Proletarian Organization.

Members sit quietly in the courtyard.

At this moment, they were all looking at the flames from everywhere.

They finally knew why Chen Duxiu was so resistant before. Produced internationally.

He just fears that one day, nothing. Sansi wants to put China no. The production organization merged with them and lost nothing. The responsibility of the industrial organization has become a tool for controlling China.

Now, none. The international community is indeed interfering with the organization.

Several people looked at the new direction, Chen Qiaonian watched, and his voice was very soft.

"Yang Jingyu."

"At the age of 18, he was already exposed to none. The organization sent him back to his hometown to develop peasant activities, two years later he joined the Wuzhou activities, joined the youth league a year ago, began to organize peasant activities last year, led tens of thousands of peasants in Chaoshan to capture the county town, and established the first Wuzhou . The officials of the county town also created the Nanhe guerrilla group of farmers, which has now been rescued after being arrested for the third time. "

Qu Qiubai nodded: "Next, send him to the northeast to develop the northeast of nothing. The production organization of guerrillas, "

After deliberation, the organization decided to dispatch.

And the other side.

Yang Jingyu, who received the news of the organization, looked at it, thinking of the complicated situation of the warlords in the northeast and the foreign country in the east, and his eyes were calm.

"It's long overdue."

"That's the land of our country!"

Thousands of miles away, he looked in the direction of Mount Dongang, and he also wanted to see this first desperate base.

That's Hu Nanwu. The industrial organization, in this warlord melee, in this era of the present stage everywhere,

The first block is none. At that time, the rural base area of the industrial organization was moderate, and everyone was talking freely about their ideals.

There is no international here. Obsessors, Shanghai headquarters, Jiangxi Province Armed Corps, Donggangshan, these are not. The staff member of the industrial organization spoke first: "I always thought that this world is very small, only we Hu Nan, I think Hu Nan is very big." "

"Until we saw the map of the world, it turned out to be so vast, we didn't have it. Later, the industrial organization went to Jingshi and met the new youth press, Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, Zhao Shiyan, Chen Yannian, Chen Qiaonian and Deng Zhongxia, and other comrades, and we were enriched at that time. "

After that, Hu Nanwu. The industrial organizations began to conduct social class research, and I did not see that some did not have money to treat diseases and reconcile, some hung their necks, and I did not see many living and happy people, all Hunan, all China, the whole world, and our common people. "

"Is life destined to live a life of misery, no! Never! "

"This era is not good, the times are chaotic, the bureaucracy is not good, people oppress and exploit people, all the majority of people are in a deep pool of pain, this irrationality should be overthrown, one day, people should be happy, happy!"

"The world will not change without us, so it must be through the responsibility of our young people from generation to generation!"

"From now on, we Hu Nan and all China have nothing. The industrial organization decided to contribute all its strength to the suffering people of all China and the suffering people of the whole world! "

"That's what we did!"