Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

At this moment, all the literati of the dynasty watched intently.

Whether it is the emperor and general, or the civil and military generals, the poets and sages, or the thousands of Li people, there is a sentence deeply reflected in their eyes: the world is full of red flags.

What is a red flag?

It can't be so simple..."

During the Spring and Autumn Period, even the famous thinker Confucius fell into contemplation.

His brow furrowed, pondering the meaning of 'red flag'.

This bearded literati who inherited the legacy of his mentor and recited youth could not just refer to the red banner.

Offstage, Confucius's student Zilu stopped talking, as if he wanted to say something.

But when the words came to his lips, he stopped.

Warring States period.

Mozi is studying the art of mechanism, and his belief in 'non-gong' and 'love' may be able to be integrated into these cold wood and steel.

At this time, he slowly raised his head and watched the picture in the sky turn black, but the sound of 'Red Flag World' lingered in his heart for a long time.

He smiled.

"There must be something you believe in in your hearts, right?" Mozi

muttered to himself, and then continued to study the mechanics.

Datang.

By Li Shimin's side, Wei Zheng couldn't help but admire: "It's really a group of people who have gone forward and succeeded..."

Whether it is Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang, or Mr. Shu, or the former Yongwa boy, they were all born in the Qing Dynasty, but they experienced the Republic of China under the rule of the Yuan family, and then came to the current era when dragons have no leader and things are not people.

What awaits them is the unknown road ahead.

But they are still paving the way for this nation, trial and error.

"However, this time it is through the awakening of the mind to change this era, can it really succeed?" Li

Shimin muttered with a low gaze.

At this moment, new text appears on the screen.

[The shadow of the first battle finally loomed over this already chaotic land, whether forced or active, China was going to enter the war.

On March 14, 1917, the Beiyang Military Government announced the severance of diplomatic relations with Germany, the resumption of the concession, and the suspension of the payment of indemnities and arrears.

[The year before, after the Battle of the Somme, the largest battle of the first battle, huge tanks were thrown into the battlefield, and France changed its previous arrogant attitude and urgently asked China for help.

As a result, the first batch of Chinese workers arrived in France, and the Chinese labor corps was put into battle. The

screen appears.

The hustle and bustle of war filled every corner of the town.

Among the soldiers shuttling back and forth, there was a group of Chinese workers who did not fit in.

They did not change into battle uniforms, but still wore blue cloth jackets, bloomers, leggings, and beanie hats with leather ears on their heads.

The face is yellow and thin, and the expression is dazed.

They are curious about everything overseas and fearful of everything.

The screen turns.

The Chinese workers who entered the first battle are still recruiting.

The port of the magic capital is raining heavily at the moment.

Countless Chinese workers slowly walked into the torrential rain, came to the port, and embarked on a cruise ship to the unknown road overseas.

Not far away, a pair of brothers held two umbrellas, quietly watching all this.

It is Chen Zhongfu's two sons, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian.

Their father accepted Mr. Cai's invitation and went to Beiping, but they did not go with him and continued to study in the magic capital.

It was a dark day, and it rained heavily, and the brothers also looked solemn and had a heavy heart.

They knew that once these Chinese workers went overseas, they would face the smoke and artillery fire of the first battle.

Tens of thousands of Chinese trade unions, and a few can come back alive.

Thinking of this, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian felt like a stone in their hearts.

War is like a huge meat grinder, strangleholding all those involved, leaving no bones behind.

And most of these Chinese workers are faltering, with blank eyes.

The oldest of them was over fifty, and the youngest, like them, were young and young.

"Click, click..."

, at this moment, footsteps sounded in front of them.

A teenager dressed in a heavy black raincoat who looked to be about their age approached them.

He fumbled in his pocket for a while, and finally pulled out a talisman and handed it to Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian.

"Are you from the Demon Capital, can you help me give this amulet to my family? The

boy spoke with a thick accent, his cheeks were dark, but his eyes were very bright.

"This amulet was given to me by my mother, she doesn't know where I'm going this time, maybe I can't come back, the amulet sent back to my mother to keep a thought. "

My family's address is..."

Chen Yannian choked up a little, trembling so much that he took the talisman in the young man's hand, not knowing what to say.

"Thank you. The

boy grinned, it was so sunny.

He took a few steps forward, then stopped, and then turned around, his eyes flushed.

He did his best to yell at Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian.

"There is no hope for us people, but there is still hope for your generation!" In

an instant, Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian's hearts fluttered fiercely.

The port was thundering, and the Chinese workers who rushed to the battlefield boarded the ship numbly one by one, but a young man roared hoarsely at Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian.

This scene seems to freeze frame.

"We must make this country hopeful, we must be—"

In the torrential rain, he walked away, and his voice gradually became smiling, drowned out by the torrential rain and wind.

Chen Yannian and Chen Qiaonian didn't know what this young man's surname was or what his name was, so they just watched him jump, jumped into the cruise ship that was transported to the battlefield, and disappeared.

The brothers' eyes widened and they were shocked.

The umbrella in their hands disappeared at some point, and they let the wind and rain fall on them.

The torrential rain soaked their clothes and woke up their awakened minds, which were still in the embryonic stage of ignorance.

At this moment, they seemed to understand in an instant.

Why, my father brought them to the magic capital

? Why, my father wanted to devote himself to revolution and ideology? Why

, day and night, did my father write a long article without sleep or food?

And why... Their father even alienated them for the sake of the revolutionary road?

In the storm, the brothers grew up as if overnight.

His eyes became resolute, and a fire burned.

"Father can't just fight, we have to do our part!" the

brothers swore in their hearts, their voices sonorous.

They know that they too will eventually embark on the path of revolution.

At this time, in the sky of lightning and thunder, words appeared.

[The more chaotic the world, the more talented people emerge. [

The tiger father has no dog son, the father and son are watching China take the wrong road, the father and son have embarked on the road of ideological salvation, and now his two sons have also awakened their minds. [

Growing up in a moment...].