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

The seeds are germinating,

The tree has fallen,

19.29 At the end of the year, the winter is cold, but full of life.

Now the picture is on the deck of Dongwin, Zhu Datang greets the sea breeze and embarks on the road of studying abroad.

The scarf flutters with the sea breeze in the grandeur of the waves in front of you.

He did not know that this time he went to Dongying to study journalism and become a proletarian agent.

He just looked at the alien sea, the deep ink color and the sky converged.

The sea and sky are mixed, as dull as this world, and there is no light.

Zhu Datong hopes to learn something useful and at least help China.

Looking down, he looked at the booklet in his hand.

The cover says None. Four words of production philosophy.

He spoke softly.

"None. Production philosophy. "

He thought of the beginning, the teenage self, watching China being forced by overseas countries to sign an unequal treaty and cede Qingdao, that year, he was only in his teens, and he could only lock himself in his room alone, full of resentment.

When China suffered great humiliation, it was Mr. Li Dazhao, Mr. Chen Duxiu, Mr. Zhao Shiyan, Mr. Zhou Shuren...

One by one, gentlemen set off a magnificent era of China!

Now, Mr. Li Dazhao is gone, Mr. Zhao Shiyan is gone, and Mr. Chen Duxiu is on the wrong path.

The ephemeral light descended into chaos again.

At this moment, Zhu Datang raised his head and looked at the black in front of him.

"Gentlemen, the new generation has grown up, and we will continue to go."

[This year, twenty-four-year-old Yang Jingyu received an organizational arrangement that required him to go to the northeast to restore nothing under the eyes of the East Win people. Production Organization】

The screen appears.

The cold in the northeast is that a heavy snow in front of us has not stopped, and a heavy snow has risen again.

Footsteps on the snow made a creaking sound.

A row of miners carrying pickaxes, their clothes stained with a layer of black, rolled up their trouser legs, numbly walked forward.

On both sides were many Dong Win soldiers with guns, and if they were not careful, they would be greeted with punches and kicks.

The beaten miner did not dare to speak, covered his head and continued to move forward obediently.

In the crowd, young people had stubble and clothes that were no different from these miners.

His name is Yang Jingyu, Wu. The members of the production organization, this time, came in accordance with the organization's arrangement to restore the damaged northeast without any . Production organization.

Just entering the mine, these miners don't talk much, especially to the new miners.

Because in order to manage them, Dongying directly installed miners to enter, and they did not dare to say.

Yang Jingyu knew that he had to win their trust with practical actions, so he ate and slept with these workers, took the initiative to help them solve their difficulties, and even his own food was often distributed to the workers who did not have enough to eat.

But there were indeed crooks among the workers, so he formed another workers' organization, called the Brotherhood, and became familiar with it and talked more.

Old miners digging coal talk to nothing. When he gave birth, his face was filled with disdain.

"The news says no. The production organization is all over the country, we northeast, those without . Do industrial organizations dare to come? "

"Zhang Xueliang's warlords, the people of Dong Win, even the national faction dare not come, let alone talk about them."

This is perhaps the history of nothing. The most difficult areas to build industrial organizations.

But at that time, Yang Jingyu, who had a dark face, just smiled and did not speak.

Not. Don't the production organizations dare to come?

The national faction does not dare to come, I dare.

Not. There is never a reason for the members of the industrial organization to back down.

At that moment, in the mine cave where five fingers could not be seen, there was a clanging sound, and only an oil lamp lit up.

But just this lamp is so bright that people dare not look at it directly.

Da Tang.

Guo Xin stood on the city wall and watched the white-haired veterans all over the city practicing hard.

They have a new day.

Day after day.

Looking at the golden list, the already old iron-blooded county king struggled to wave the worn flag.

"Gentlemen, we are together!"

The other side.

Guazhou.

Zhang Yichao is old.

It has been a long time since this land was abandoned by the Great Tang, to the time he led the people to penetrate the foreign race and sent someone to send news to the Great Tang.

The Great Tang has not come to a single soldier.

But at this moment, he just looked at the golden list, at the oil lamp in the dark mine cave.

A pair of vicissitudes of eyes are particularly tough.

"Gentlemen, your sparks have really begun to burn."

The gold list screen continues to rotate.

This time, the perspective came to Mount Dongang.

The snowy days are not dark, like a light gradually blooming in the clouds, but it never falls.

When the snow is wrapped in cold wind, the branches are covered with frost.

Courtyard made of yellow mud, by the window.

Nongangshan none. The representative of the industrial organization is writing a letter with a pen.

The letter was addressed to the head of the Fourth Army of Hong.

"Although some people believe that the wave of despair may come, they do not believe that the tide of despair can come quickly, and think that it is currently a trough period, so they do not approve of fighting for Xijiang and other places, and still choose to move at the junction of the three provinces in the area of distress, and they are unwilling to painstakingly create rural areas for life-mourning activities, which is not right."

After writing the criticism, Donggangshan Wu. The representative of the industrial organization looked at the silver covered outside the window, the endless vast snow, and his eyes were like sparks.

"Only the establishment of the rural life-worries activity areas of the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Hongjun Army is the highest form of pushing the life-worries into the wave now."

Nongangshan none. The representatives of the industrial organization are immersed in pen and ink, vast, and splurge to judge the current form.

At that time, he thought a lot.

He thought of being in the library of Jingshi where Mr. Li Dazhao and himself discussed nothing. A picture of the production of thoughts.

At that time, he always called him teacher, and it was he who transformed himself from a democratic desperate person to nothing. Thinkers.

He also thought of Mr. Chen Duxiu, and at that time, because of Mr. Chen Duxiu's guidance, he began to actively participate in Hu Nan's activities to drive Zhang and gave birth to the idea of autonomy for each province.

Later, he went to Shanghai, Mr. Chen Duxiu personally took himself to discuss the topic of faith, and Mr. Chen Duxiu, who had just become disillusioned with Western democracy, recommended to himself the non-existence of Tsarist Russia. Lessons learned from the production class.

Two gentlemen, now one has left, the other has gone the wrong way.

The pen end stopped, and Donggangshan Wu. The representative of the industrial organization looked into the distance.

"It's okay, we're still here."

On the letterhead, he wrote down eight words.

A spark can set fire to the plain.

At that moment, the fire started!

[A little spark spread, and now it has fallen in this vast mountain and river, so more and more people see it]

The screen appears.

In the heavy snow, a narrow yellow mud cast inside the house.

Fang Zhi changed his coat.

He looked at the letter, inexplicably, and saw a great power.

"Hu Nanwu. Members of the production organization, powerful. "

He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Donggangshan, his eyes full of admiration.

Being able to write a class theory and point out the form of land reform and rural desperate development is the idea that the spark can be set ablaze today.

From there, he saw the light.

In the thick snow, Fang Zhiyan stepped onto the stage, and the sound of gongs and drums sounded.

A farmer in tattered clothes raised his hand.

"If you don't worry about your life, you can't live this day."

"My family has no pots, so I don't even want to eat."

Fang Zhi raised his hand, his voice was loud, and he was deafening: "Death depends on everyone!" "

He turned his head to look at Mount Dongang.

Let's cooperate, sparks!

[In February of that year, Yu Zuoyu and others led the Guidi garrison to declare an uprising in Longzhou, organized into the Eighth Army of the Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Hongjun, with a total of more than 1,000 people, which was attacked by four regiments sent by the nationalists and lost the battle]

The screen expands.

A team of only a few hundred people remained in shabby clothes and walking along winding mountain roads.

The snow was slippery, and some in the crowd wrapped their foreheads, some wrapped their ears, and some lost their hands.

Yes, the Hongjun was hit hard this time.

But there was no frustration in the crowd, let alone despair, they just supported each other and marched in a neat line.

Yu Zuoyu, the general leader of the team, died, and He Shichang also died.

But these men and peasants all looked ahead, and there was only high in their eyes.

Behind the procession, many people wept, watching these peasants' own teams who helped them turn over and flee from the inferior gentry. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

At that moment, the new team leader took the hand of the trembling old lady who stood at the front.

"Don't cry, fellow, we'll come again."

"Wait for us, don't be sad."

Watching the team drift away, at that moment, the sky cleared, and they saw a light fall on the remnants of the defeated soldiers, like a burning fire in the snow.

[The spark can set fire to the plain, not just a guide for the rainbow army, which expounds the inevitable trend with the development of the times according to the facts. The desperation of the industrial organization would eventually succeed, so volumes of articles were printed and distributed.

The scroll unfolds.

On the street, looking at the pamphlets that the young students around him were chanting with their heads down, the faces of the military and police sent by the nationalists changed.

"Start with rural desperate activity areas and encroach everywhere."

I have to admit that even these nationalists, when they see these inferences, they can't help but feel fear in their bones.

Looking at the pamphlets scattered all over the street, the military and police finally understood.

This is Yang Mo when this concept is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, nothing. The industrial class will completely ignite that monstrous sea of fire!

The screen turns.

Today, in Shanghai, in one room, many literati gathered.

Zhou Shuren, Yu Dafu and others were there.

Looking at the booklet in his hand, Zhou Shuren waved his hand excitedly.

"Since it is a democratic country, speech, press, and association should be free!"

"The nationalists have repeatedly claimed democracy, but they have never allowed us to talk about the indifference of the nationalists on the Jinan issue, the weakness of the nationalists on the northeast issue, and their leadership."

"They can trap our bodies, but they can never trap our souls, and they would rather die if they are not free!"

"Today, the China Freedom League is established!"

Zhou Shuren looked at the book in his hand and smiled.

"Chen Duxiu went wrong, but Donggangshan Wu. The production organization does not, Hu Nan does not. There is no production organization, Qiong Ya Sorrow Activity Area, Hailu Feng Sorrow Activity Area, Xianggan Sorrow Activity Area, Xiang'e West Sorrow Activity Area..."

"They are right, let's support them together against the weak and incompetent and cruel nationalist faction at home!"

At that moment, Zhou Shuren raised the book in his hand, and his blood was hot.

"A spark can set fire to the plain!"

Hearing the roar that sounded in front of him, Zhou Shuren thought of the beginning.

The bearded reader, Li Dazhao, spoke.

Use fire, comrades!

Daming.

Hai Rui looked at the golden list, his expression was serious, he was dressed, and he immediately spoke.

"The gentleman who used to want to enter the iron house and rescue the sleeping man is still the same."

He once saw that Zhou Shuren, who was disheartened because of human blood steamed buns.

But the gentleman turned around and wrote the madman's note!

He will never give up, he will never give up his countrymen.

The other side.

Da Tang.

Wei Zheng also paid attention to the golden list, this Great Tang humerus, who has always been known to love only the people and not the king, closed his eyes.

He thought of the Zhou Shuren who wrote blessings and notes of madmen.

He was a knight.

Even if he only has a sum in his hand, he still dares to fight the injustice of the world!

On the gold list, the inventory text continues.

[In February, over Xuanhua Store, a plane of a warlord in Shuzhong ran out of fuel and landed on the river beach]

The screen expands.

After someone reported it, they hurriedly took the local no. Zeng Zhongsheng, head of the industrial organization, arrived.

A group of workers and peasants looked at the plane in front of them excitedly, chattering and talking, extremely happy.

"This is an airplane!"

"Do we have our own planes too?"

Disembarking from the plane, Long Wenguang, the captured pilot, looked at the army of workers and peasants in front of him with complicated eyes.

It is hard to imagine that such a group of people, armed with hoes and sickles, resisted the planes, guns and artillery of the nationalists.

It wasn't until he came into contact that he finally realized the reason.

From these people, he saw faith.

Yes, it belongs to the faith of the lowest level of the Chinese people.

They don't want high-ranking officials and thick lu, they don't want brocade clothes and food, they stand up and exchange their lives for a China that is not bullied and everyone has food.

After a period of in-depth understanding, pilot Long Wenguang, the pilot who went to Tsarist Russia to study flight technology when the two factions cooperated, suddenly liked the faith here.

When he watched these people enthusiastically paint the wing with the word Xining and name it Xining, he decided to join them.

Nongangshan none. Representatives of the industrial organizations received a letter.

"This is the first aircraft of my army, and there will be more and more aircraft in the future."

At that time, Long Wenguang just smiled bitterly.

He likes it here, he likes Hongjun, he likes nothing. Production organization.

It's just that.......

He turned his head to look at the nationalists, at the overseas foreign countries, at the remnants of the warlords.

"More and more planes?"

He didn't believe it.

Southern song dynasty.

Seeing this scene, Qin Hui frowned.

"It's so shabby, a plane is so happy."

"In the national faction, this thing is in groups."

Speaking of this, his voice froze a little.

"Will they really have a lot of planes in the future?"

He didn't want to believe that there would be many farmer organizations.

The gold list inventory text continues.

[In March, the China Left Writers Association was established, and China Wu. The production organization was established under the leadership of Shanghai Hai (of the good), becoming the first none. The literary organization under the industrial organization began to struggle with the propaganda of the National Progressive Movement

The screen expands.

It's late afternoon.

Zhou Shuren had just returned home, just glanced at the child, and left in a hurry.

The child leans into the mother's arms,

The mother looked at the baby: "Your father, doing great things." "

"He's lighting a fire."

Zhou Shuren hurriedly arrived at the scene before he joined the anti-. The Imperial League, again joined the Freedom League, but those were not enough.

Looking at the readers in the audience, Zhou Shuren's eyes were bright.

"None. The ideology of the industrial organization is to stand from the perspective of all workers, peasants and other ordinary people, and in the face of Dongwin's encroachment on Qingdao, there is no . The production organization stood up and faced twenty-one, none. The industry organization still stood out, facing Dong Win against the Northeast Five Road, or nothing. Production organizations stand up. "

"Only in none. Under the leadership of the industrial organization, China will not be bullied, so that when facing those overseas foreign countries, straighten up and say with confidence, I am Chinese! "

"In this era, we have not been able to see thousands of Ande buildings, but we can go to the world for the people!"

As Zhou Shuren's words fell, the contradiction took the lead in coming forward.

"For none. Speak up to the organization! "

Subsequently, Yu Dafu also stepped forward.

"Those who hold salaries for all, do not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow!"

Immediately, Qian Xing Estate, Tian Khan, Jiang Guangci...

One by one, the figures stood out!

At that moment, the flame under their eyes was the same as the new young Li Dazhao many years ago.

It's like a torch from another era.

[In April of this year, the Jin warlord Yan Xishan, the direct warlord Feng Yuxiang, and the Gui warlord Li Zongren took an oath to jointly fight Jiang, and the Central Plains War broke out]

[On the same day, the National Sports Conference held by the Jinling National Party was held in Hangzhou, and Northeast athlete Liu Changchun won the 100-meter, 200-meter, 400-meter championships, and 800-meter runner-up.

A new generation!

Now it's time for them.