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

This is the beginning of 19.34.

Zhou Shuren was lowering his head and holding up a pen to write.

The manuscripts in front of him have piled up.

Late at night, the wind was cold.

The teapot in front of Zhou Shuren was already cold, with a biting chill.

But he still did not raise his head, but continued to write.

It wasn't until dawn that all the manuscripts began to be sorted.

"Written."

He reached out and picked up the tea, poured the cold tea into his mouth, and he tiredly picked up the manuscript in front of him and handed it to his friend.

My friend looked at the record in front of him and was excited.

Like Zhou Shuren, his eyes were bloodshot.

This is the book that the two of them compiled together during this time.

Kyoshi Notes.

Zhou Shuren looked at the gradually bright winter outside the window.

"Let's always do something, awaken the countrymen, and believe in proletarianism."

At that time, he was extremely exhausted.

My friend left with the book and started publishing.

Zhou Shuren sat alone on the side, holding a jug of wine and silently pouring it.

There are papers under the wine glass, one is written with Li Dazhao, one is written with Zhao Shiyan, one is written with Chen Yannian, one is written with Chen Qiaonian, and Deng Zhongxia, Deng Enming, Gao Junman, Gao Junyu...

The days when I was in Jingshi passed through my mind like a horse lantern.

The empty room ended up leaving only a long sigh.

[In the cold winter of this year, the big man from Donggangshan was elected as the head of the department of the center of the Chinese Soviet, Fang Zhiyi was nominated as the head of the center at the meeting of the Chinese Soviets, and was elected the executive head of the center at the meeting of workers and peasants]

The picture appears.

At this moment, Xijiang, heavy snow.

In the room made of yellow mud, representatives of the hoe gang with the gas of books carry cups at the meeting.

"The future war will not only be an enemy invasion."

"This is an era where information is critical, and we can respond in advance by knowing each other's means in advance."

"Therefore, agents are also an important part of the future strategy."

"In World War I, we saw the importance of timely transmission of information, especially when we have long-range weapons."

"These agents are critical."

Representative Wei's words fell, and the bosses of Donggangshan nodded.

"According to the news from earlier, Jiang Guangtou's subordinates have successively set up an investigation department and a blueshirt society."

"They don't mention their superficial work, and many of our comrades in the organization were persecuted by them by intercepting information."

"And the reason why we are often sabotaged in many organizations such as Shanghai and Jinling is also caused by enemy agents."

"Set up our Agents 920 organization as soon as possible."

The screen turns.

At the beginning of the year, this winter was bitterly cold.

Zhu Datang, who was in his twenties, looked at the note in front of him and had been silent for a long time.

The young man, who was passionate about his life-threatening career, put away the note in a complicated way and hid in his room.

He closed the doors and windows, and in the airtight night, he seemed to merge with the darkness.

"Melt into the darkness and rebel under the white crisis."

This is the task given to him by the organization on the note.

Become a none. Traitors to the property organization, entering the interior of the national faction. Become my agent.

"Will the world remember me in the future?"

"I, Zhu Datang, am worthy of the organization, worthy of the rumor, and worthy of the people."

He tossed and turned all night, thinking for a long time.

Finally, when the night outside the window gradually faded, Zhu Datang picked up a pen and wrote down a reply.

"Obey the organizational arrangement."

A few words, as if integrated into all his strength.

At that time, watching the letters being delivered, he leaned against the wall and looked out the window at the bright light.

He knew what it meant to send the letter.

It means that he is about to become a traitor who is reviled by everyone in the organization.

It means that he will personally arrest those comrades who are fighting for the new China.

It means that he will be scolded by the people as a dog adulterer.

It means that once discovered by the national faction, the end will be very tragic.

Since then, he has not seen the light.

Maybe even at the moment of his death, no one will know that he Zhu Datong is not a dog traitor.

At that time, he just smiled resolutely, turned his head, and turned his back to the sun.

"As long as I know, I am a no. It is enough to produce a sword. "

The nationalist faction is still arresting, and Zhu Datang, as the leader of Xiaoxian County's armed death, has already been on the list of must-kills.

The social investigation department, which is also controlled by He Zhonghan, admired him very much, and made several secret contacts, wanting to instigate him to enter the Central Authority.

This time, he also joined naturally.

And the first time to join, the national sent the newspaper.

At the same time, he also trumpeted that Zhu Datang had made the right choice.

He was resent back to Xiao County, as he swaggered through the streets in nationalist clothes and posted notices.

In the crowd, many ordinary people who knew him well were in disbelief.

The former one with a book and pen and dodging around to give them propaganda, only nothing. The production organization can lead them to a good life of the teacher.

Now it is a nationalist.

Not only that, when the notice was posted, these people came forward and saw all they saw was smear. Articles on production organizations.

"Bah, this! It's getting so fast! "

"Go to the national dispatch to promote officials and make a fortune."

Late at night, no one saw it, and he picked up a pen and wrote against nothing. When I produced the article, there were strong waves in my eyes.

He was just a human being, and he was tempted to say this, that is: "None. Zhu Datang, codename, shadow, came to report. "

"Comrade, when will I be back."

The screen turns again.

Twenty-five-year-old Yuan Shu took the camera and stepped out of the Dong Ying people's legation.

This place is called Yanjing Mansion.

At this moment, he was proud of the spring breeze and nodded to the people around him.

After joining the Central Unification with the help of his cousin, he quickly gained the appreciation of the leader of the organization, Wu Xingya.

Wu Xingya is Jiang Guangtou's concubine, and he also cultivates his own concubine in the Central Authority, and Yuan Shu, as his most admired member, is naturally appointed as the head of intelligence of the dry agency, which is also known as a reporter of the news agency.

Now, Dong Ying and the nationalists are negotiating currency exchange rates and tariffs, and he took the opportunity to come here.

Huidong won words, and he was a popular man sent by the people, and Dong Ying's representative Shioi Eiichi naturally began to notice him, and even proposed to give him two hundred yuan a month to make him a Towin intelligence officer.

He just said to go back and think about it.

Yuan Shu, who was full of spring breeze, finally recovered his expression after returning to the room.

Late at night, he silently wrote to the organization alone, telling them everything.

Looking at the cold winter outside, he picked up his pen and wanted to tell the organization that he was going back, that he wanted to be on the front line of his life, even if he was dying on the front line.

It's just that he thought of the news of those comrades who were placed in the Central Unification.

Finally, the envelope was folded.

He lit a candle and looked alone at the blazing flame in the silence.

This is his favorite thing all these years of being an undercover agent.

At that moment, a bright flame jumped and burned under the eyes.

The organization replied, and he began to contact Toei and agreed to the proposal of Toei's representative Shioi Eiichi.

So, no. The industrial organization, the central unification, and the East win, he became an undercover agent on three sides, but he only believed in nothing.

He knew that he had a great responsibility, and began to quietly pass information to the organization alone, and every day he mixed up among those East Win and the nationalists.

Using the identity of the nationalist faction and the Dongying Red Man, he unsurprisingly entered the eyes of the Shanghai Haiqing Gang.

So it was logical that he became a closed disciple of the Qing gang boss Cao Youshan, two senior brothers, one named Jin Rong and the other Du Yuesheng.

Wearing a suit, he was graceful, and the moment he left the gate of the Qing Gang, his sides were stained with Qing Gang members who bowed their heads.

The beggars on the street looked at him and couldn't help but hide on the side, not daring to rush.

Until a street corner, at that time, no one saw the light in his eyes so pure, looking at the dim yellow street lamp, the voice was very soft.

"None. The obstetrician, Yuan Shu, wants to return to the organization. "

Yuan Shu, who left the Qing Gang, did not return home.

He went to a Chenguang news agency not far away.

After many years in Shanghai, he also knew that this was the industry of the Axe Gang.

And the owner of this place is named Wang Yachen.

As a member of the Qing Gang, Yuan Shu's identity is unattainable in the eyes of many people, and even Wang Yachen, the king of assassination, is treated equally.

The two drank three rounds, but Wang Yachen was arranging explosives and high-precision overseas firearms.

"Is this another big job?"

Yuan Shu joked with a smile, picked up the wine glass and drank it.

Wang Yachen has known him for almost a year, but I always feel that I can't see through him, but he is a real quack.

When I first talked to Mr. Sun Zhongshan, I never hid it, and I nodded when I heard this.

"Not bad, I'm preparing to assassinate Jiang Guangtou."

"The northeast lost three provinces, and the heat was gone, the Great Wall, Jincheng, and Shanghai..."

"Jiang Guangtou is still in infighting!"

Yuan Shu looked at this pure quack, and Wang Yachen spoke: "I have never been afraid of things (bcah), I am an executioner, and I am a fool." "

"But I, Wang Yachen, was a Huaxia first!"

Gold list.

[Chen Mingshu, founder of the 16th Army, has gone abroad to hide since he last planned to blow up the Eastern Win people who invaded and occupied Shanghai to celebrate, and has just returned to China to launch anti-Chiang Kai-shek activities]

The screen appears.

The lame founder of the 19th Route Army returned.

Chen Mingshu looked at the newspapers and periodicals, his eyes complicated. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Now the 19th Route Army was used as cannon fodder by Chiang Guangtou and pushed to the front line and nothing. The killing of the industrial organization not only forced him to face nothing. One of the main forces of the industrial organization personally sent a concubine to block the 19th Route Army behind.

Advance is a bloody battle, and backward is also a bloody battle.

He is now also marginalized and has no control over the 19th Route Army.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Until he saw the Nineteenth Route Army and none. The industrial organization signed an agreement to cooperate against the East and win.

At that moment, he nodded.

"You did the right thing."

Daming.

In this time and space, the Battle of Jing has just been completed.

Ascending the throne, Zhu Di held a grand ceremony, which was extremely grand and celebrated all over the world.

Zhu Di looked at the golden list.

Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaoxu and others were watching.

"In the afterlife, now all parties are awakening."

None from the bottom. Members of the industrial organization, to the gangs of the rivers and lakes, to the people to send many officers.

Zhu Di: "Maybe they can really create a great country." "

The other side.

Daming Jiajing Jinyiwei commanded Lu Bing to raise his head.

Walking in the palace, only amazement remained in his eyes.

"This era is the age of information and the age of agents."

"The nationalist faction already has a central unification, a military unification, and Dongying has also begun to install spies, no. The intelligence department of the industrial organization, even the Shanghai Haiqing Gang began to have its own intelligence organization. "

"Zhu Datang, who clashed in the shadows, and Yuan Shu, who mediated between various forces, under the identities of these people, they put on one disguise after another."

"Walk in the darkness for the great power behind you!"

Gold list.

Not. Production organization.

Soviet bigwigs are always trying to develop.

On a cold winter night, they put on shabby coats and lowered their heads to plan the inventory and division of fields, continuing to expand the peasant mobilization.

Until late at night, I was still watching the new plan for the melancholy activity area.

National pie.

The 19th Route Army, Cai Tingkai was planning to fight Dong Ying, and weapons and equipment began comprehensive planning.

Just and nothing. The agreement signed by the industry organization is right at the table.

He Zhonghan of the Central Commandery has always been Jiang Guangtou's knife, and now he is checking the list, and Wu Xingya is also arranging for people to plan to slaughter Wu. High-level production, currying favor with Jiang Guangtou, Wang Jingwei.

East Win, the Northeast began to transfer the people of East Win to the land in the Northeast.

At the same time, the bacteriological team in the northeast also began, and the Dongying planes stationed on the other side of Shanhaiguan circled over the Beijing Division every day, and the representatives responsible for negotiating tariffs and exchange rates had been in Shanghai for a long time.

The Qing Gang is moving closer to the Nationalists, but the Axe Gang Wang Yachen is waiting for the opportunity to assassinate Jiang Guangtou and Song Ziwen.

At that time.

In these bad times, there is a new scene, that is, a school has finally been officially trained.

See Bridge Aviation Academy!

Zhang Boling, who was carrying a box, sent his son Zhang Xiga over, and at that time, he raised his head and looked at the school in front of him.

This old gentleman who single-handedly founded Nankai University was full of emotion in his eyes.

The establishment of the school is inseparable from East Win.

When Dong Ying's plane hovered over China, China didn't even have a pilot who really belonged to it.

At that time, the national organizations and all strata were determined to build a flying force of their own for China.

He took his son Zhang Xiga step by step into this school.

The aviation school hired Americans as consultants, and purchased American trainers, including Felitti, Dougs, Cosa and other models.

Looking at the steel monsters crawling on the ground, Zhang Boling raised his head, this elderly old reader, with longing in his eyes.

What will it be like for a Chinese pilot to pilot a Chinese plane flying into the sky.

Zhang Boling looked at the current flight course schedule.

They will learn flight, navigation, construction, engine science, air combat, radio, foreign languages.

He didn't see the motto until he saw it.

"Our bodies, planes and bombs should be destroyed together with the positions of enemy warships!"

When this line appeared, the old reader who had been teaching all his life had red eyes.

The young Zhang Xiga also watched this scene and clenched his fists.

In the past, like Liu Changchun, he wanted to be a sports player, but now, his home country does not allow it.

He must go where China needs it and do his part!

At this moment, he was carrying a suitcase, and in this small town, he saw strange faces one after another.

Shen Chonghai, who is wearing a suit and carrying luggage, is a high-achieving student who graduated from Jingshi Qinghua.

The son of Su Jiang, also known as an industrialist, Chen Huaiyi looking at the photo of his fiancée.

Lin Heng, who was born in the family and was the head of the official justice of the north and south.

Handsome, wants to be a star, but hides from his family's enrollment in the Air Force School.

There are second-generation children from wealthy families, there are nationalist officers, there are children of Shuxiang Mendi, and Lin Huiyin's younger brother.

They followed the dream of their father's Northern Expedition to create a new China.

When he changed his suit and put on his flight suit, Zhang Xiga looked at his partners and embarked on the road of training with high and firm eyes.

"We in China also have an air force."

"We only fight for China."

Zhou Zhikai looked at the sky from a distance and muttered.

"What will the Chinese pilot of the future look like?"

Zhang Boling, who left, looked at the children.

"There is no school in the young man's China, his school is the earth and the mountains."

"You are the future of China."

Da Tang.

Cheng Yanjin's son Cheng Tieniu looked at these young figures with solid families.

"Can this group of rich second-generation air forces really do things?"

See the establishment of the Bridge Aviation School, the news came out.

Many newspapers and magazines reported it.

Shanghai Hai, the foreigners in the Fa Country Concession looked at it and smiled sarcastically.

"China's Air Force? It's just a game for a bunch of rich people. "

"They don't even dare to go to the battlefield."

Zhou Shuren also saw the newspaper, and his eyes were full of gratification.

"This is the Huaxia enlightened awakener, they will fulfill their duties as Chinese pilots!"

Hopefully, in this land, in schools composed of green mountains and waters, this generation is doing things silently.

It's just that what follows is a change that has not been seen in thousands of years.

It is also the appearance of Tianjiao that has never been seen before, the year of the world.