The crazy guy from Hakoden, defeated the millions of gods!

After much thought, he decided to go find Brother Gao Tu to find out what was going on.

Gao Tu was known as the "God of Killing" in Dayan. He killed too many people with his own hands when Bai Qi was alive. As long as they were class enemies, he would show no mercy. He slaughtered the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled like pigs. Therefore, his other name was more widely known - [Gao Tu].

His fame in this regard is as great as that of the panda general who likes to eat pork elbows alive.

However, recently, this god of death has been somewhat silent, and many people wonder if he is secretly sharpening his knife, making it sharper so that he can kill people more conveniently and quickly.

Of course, to Wang Chunjiang, Gao Tu is like a brother to him, and they have a good personal relationship.

In his eyes, Gao Tu was not as ruthless and terrifying as rumored by the outside world.

With doubts, he came to Gao Tu's office.

When I opened the door, Gao Tu was standing at the desk, reviewing documents with a pen in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

After Wang Chunjiang explained his purpose, Gao Tu put down his pen, looked up at him, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

He put down the pen and documents in his hand and was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to answer.

"Chunjiang..."

He sighed, slowly stood up and walked to the window. The sunlight shone on his well-defined face, making him look even more resolute.

"Chunjiang, you are still young, but you still need to learn more about this aspect."

He did not tell everything directly, but gradually guided Wang Chunjiang to think.

"Chunjiang, you should know the concept of the historical cycle law."

Gao Tu's voice was a little low and heavy, as if there was an indescribable complex emotion.

Wang Chunjiang didn't feel that much, his focus was only on the words.

He thought Gaotu was testing him, and answered confidently: "I know, this is a vulgar view of history."

When it comes to theory, Wang Chunjiang becomes confident.

As a good student taught by Mu Yuan himself, he was very familiar with these theoretical things.

He raised his lips and said, "There is a view of history that believes that history develops in cycles and repeats itself. This is the so-called [Law of Historical Cycles]. This view of history believes that the political power of any country in the world will experience a cyclical phenomenon of rise and fall, order and chaos, and that extreme injustice will lead to the collapse of society, thus achieving a new relative fairness, and the cycle will repeat itself."

He paused, as if organizing his words: "This view of history is obviously extremely vulgar. It regards the establishment of all dynasties as the same establishment, the rise of all dynasties as the same rise, and the fall of all dynasties as the same fall.

This view of history abstracts the concept of history, abstracting a concept of 'beginning-development-extinction', and uses this abstract concept to measure all the different histories. "

Wang Chunjiang has a deep understanding of theory.

The so-called "cyclical law" view of history seems to make sense, but it is just an imagination of an abstract concept.

Marx pointed out in his The German Ideology: "... these abstractions are of no value in themselves apart from real history. They can only provide certain conveniences for the arrangement of historical data and point out the coherence of various levels of historical data. But these abstractions, unlike philosophy, do not provide prescriptions or formulas that can be applied to all historical epochs."

In this passage, Marx described a materialist view of history. To study history, we must never study history from concepts, we must not study history from abstractions, and we must not study history from history. Instead, we must start from the people of that historical period and study the history of that period.

"In Marx's materialist view of history, history is not a so-called repetition, not a so-called 'repetition of the past', but a spiral development, not a so-called 'cyclical law'. We must adhere to Marx's materialist view of history and not fall into the vicious circle of this idealist view of history."

After Wang Chunjiang finished speaking, he lightly clenched his fist and placed it in front of his mouth, raised his chest, and looked proud, as if to say, "What did I say? Come and praise me."

This youthful look made people laugh, and a smile appeared on Gao Tu's slightly tired face.

"Chun Jiang's theoretical foundation is really solid."

Wang Chunjiang felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, and his face turned slightly red, but his heart felt as sweet as if he had drunk honey. "Brother Gaotu, you are too kind."

Gao Tu shook his head, still smiling.

"I'm not flattering you, I'm just telling you the truth. However, your theory is very good, but there are still some problems in practice. One of the core principles of Marxism is the combination of theory and practice. You need to test and deepen your understanding of the theory in practice in order to truly master and apply it."

Wang Chunjiang nodded seriously. "I will, Brother Gaotu."

"very good."

Gao Tu looked at Wang Chunjiang and nodded slightly, with a look of relief and a hint of worry in his eyes.

He walked back to the table, resting his hands on it, his voice growing heavier.

"Chun Jiang, some things are still confidential, so it's not convenient to tell you.

But there are some things I can tell you about.”

Gao Tu sighed and spoke slowly.

"Secretary Mu once talked to me about the laws of historical cycles.

He said: "When we first got together, we were all very focused, and no one was not attentive to anything, and no one was not working hard. Maybe it was difficult and hard at that time, and we could only find a way out of death. Then things gradually got better, and we gradually relaxed our minds... In history, there are cases where 'the government is lazy and the officials succeed', 'the government dies and the government ends', and 'seeking glory and suffering humiliation'. In short, no one can escape this cycle.

From what I have seen, even the newly established Workers and Peasants Party has already fallen into it.'

After hearing what Secretary Mu said, I was shocked. Now is the time when the Workers and Peasants Party is at its strongest, and Secretary Mu meant that after the Workers and Peasants Party becomes strong, it will gradually go downhill and move towards its own opposite, that is, towards destruction. "

Gao Tu paused, his eyes becoming more profound.

"I hurriedly asked Secretary Mu, 'Is there no other solution? Is there no way for the Workers and Peasants' Party to break free from the control of this cycle?'

Secretary Mu smiled and told me, "Of course there is. As long as we persist in class struggle, we will grasp it now, later, and in the future, and grasp it at all times. We must grasp the general direction of class contradictions. We must grasp it before the establishment of the country, and we must grasp it after the establishment of the socialist country with the dictatorship of the proletariat. We must hold on to class struggle and take the road of continuing revolution, and then we can make the declining country reborn."

I understand that Secretary Mu has found a way, a way that can prevent the proletariat from falling into darkness and suffering again.

For this road, Secretary Mu, I, He Qing...all revolutionaries who fight for the liberation of the proletariat are not afraid of falling to pieces one day! "

As he spoke, Gao Tu's eyes became sharp and his expression turned grim.

"Let me see who else will jump out. Some people just deserve to be slaughtered!!"

"—!!"

Wang Chunjiang was a little dazed, as if the person standing in front of him was not a person, but a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey.

At this moment, Gao Tu seemed to have become the god of death again, covered in blood, sweeping away all reactionaries and killing them crazily without leaving any chance!

After realizing this, Wang Chunjiang's heart began beating wildly in his chest.

An irrepressible admiration and worship arises spontaneously.

He took a deep breath and said firmly: "Brother Gao Tu, I will follow you closely, follow Secretary Mu's steps, and fight for the revolutionary cause together!"

Gao Tu nodded, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes when he looked at him.

He spoke every word with a serious tone, as if he was giving a warning or reflecting on himself.

“Never forget class struggle!”

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 180 Yes, such hell happens all the time!

In Vietnam Province, Zhang Muzhi stared at the blood-stained street in a daze.

On this narrow road, there were broken limbs and red and black blood everywhere. There was so much blood that it formed a small stream, flowing slowly without any sign of drying up.

"Why... why..."

His voice trembled, his eyes were red, and his throat was constricted due to extreme anger, so he couldn't finish a sentence.

He looked down at an unknown corpse at his feet. His once lively eyes were now wide open, as if still asking why.

"What did they do wrong?"

He sobbed, tears welling up in his eyes. Finally, he couldn't hold back his tears. He fell to his knees, covered his face with his hands, and wept for this hell on earth.

Tears flowed down through fingers, dripping onto the bloodstained ground, mixing with the innocent blood.

Zhang Muzhi was extremely intelligent since childhood. At the age of sixteen, he was qualified to study abroad on a government scholarship from Dayan University. He first studied in Japan for three years, then went to Southeast Asia for three years, and then studied in the West for three years. At the age of twenty-five, he obtained a double doctorate in "International Relations" and "Philosophy", and ranked first among all government-sponsored students. It can be said that he was well-versed in both the East and the West.

After returning to China, when he was met by the governor of the northern warlord, he spoke clearly, fluently and systematically in response to his various questions. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and his expression was calm regardless of honor or disgrace.

When the Governor-General asked about the current situation of various countries, Zhang Muzhi talked about the economic rise of the East, the colonial struggle in Southeast Asia, and the political changes in the West. His analysis was thorough and his insights were unique. He could talk about the current situation of each country in a convincing way, citing classics in his arguments.

In the end, his performance won the applause of the whole audience, and the applause continued like a tide for a long time.

Even the Governor-General's senior staff officer, a Victorian who graduated from Oxford University, praised Zhang Muzhi highly, believing that his professional research was so profound that no one in the court could match him and he was the best in Dayan.

Finally, the governor was very happy and appointed Zhang Muzhi as deputy director of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Not long after, Zhang Muzhi, at the age of 26, was appointed Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs. In the previous dynasty, that would have been a third-rank official, just below the Shangshu.

It can be said that this is a rare peak in life.

However, Zhang Muzhi himself was not very happy. He was dragged by the officials of Dayan to participate in banquets and drink all day long, and he was always depressed. The hypocrisy in the drinking and the empty words in the high-sounding speeches made him feel extremely bored and confused.

He studied hard in the West for three years and finally obtained a doctorate in "philosophy".

When studying philosophy, in addition to classic philosophies such as Kant's philosophy and Hegel's philosophy, an unavoidable pinnacle of philosophy is Marx's philosophy.

After studying Marx's philosophy, he had many more ideas in his mind, and he understood many things that were previously unclear to him, now clearly.

He wants to change the world, he wants to change Da Yan, and he studies for the rise of Da Yan! He wants everything he learns and thinks to become a solid foundation for serving the motherland, and let Da Yan rise among the nations of the world!

But after returning to Dayan, after seeing and understanding a lot, he hesitated.

Being in a high position, he could see many things that ordinary people could not see, such as the corruption behind the bright lights and feasting, and the darkness hidden under the singing and dancing... What he saw and knew made him overturn many of his previous ideas.

Da Yan has rotted from the foundation, and no matter how harsh the reforms are, they cannot change these rotten roots.

So...can this country really be changed by him?

My country, how can I save you!

In this increasingly depressed state, he heard the news of the revolution in Shanghai.

revolution!

What a beautiful word, this is the only way to a new world!

Perhaps, only the most splendid revolution can bring about changes in this country.

Thinking of this, he wrote a letter to plead that he had not been back home for a long time and wanted to go home for some time to visit his fellow villagers.

The Governor smiled and agreed.

"Muzhi, if you don't return to your hometown when you are rich and powerful, it is like walking in the night in fine clothes. I see that you look depressed from time to time. It is true that you are homesick. Go back and take a look!"

So Zhang Muzhi left the capital overnight. When he passed through Vietnam Province, he heard the news that the revolutionary army had captured his hometown of Guang Province, and that Han Province, the road to Guang Province, had also been ceded to the revolutionary army.

He did not think there was anything wrong. He had already made up his mind and was ready to move on, but the officials from the Vietnam Province held him tightly and would not let him go.

"Master Zhang, you can't go. The Red Bandits are vicious and you might be in danger if you go!"

An official spoke in a hurried voice, with a serious expression and worried eyes. He grabbed Zhang Muzhi's sleeve, as if he was afraid that he would really take a step and go south.

"I'm not afraid."

The officials looked increasingly anxious. They exchanged glances and discussed in low voices, as if they were weighing various possible consequences. Another official stepped forward and his tone also became anxious: "But if you are ill, the capital will blame you and we will have a hard time explaining it!"

Zhang Muzhi's determination remained unshaken, but he was forced to stay in Vietnam Province temporarily.

And because of this, he witnessed hell for the first time.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 181 Silence. Either explode in silence or perish in silence!

"why why..."

Zhang Muzhi muttered to himself, his voice trembling, as if he was asking the gods in the sky, or as if he was asking himself. His eyes gradually filled with tears, and the light reflected in his eyes became dim.

He kept muttering to himself, clutching his heart in grief and gasping for breath to prevent himself from passing out from grief.

This country...why has it become like this? ! !

"Hey, Master Zhang, why are you here?"

A yamen runner originally had an extremely ferocious look on his face, but when he saw Zhang Muzhi, his ferocious expression instantly turned into a flattering one.

He bent over, the flesh on his face wrinkled in a smile, rubbed his hands, and his tone was full of excessive respect and caution.

"Master Zhang, it's not safe here. Please leave with me."

He smiled ingratiatingly, and seeing Zhang Muzhi's painful expression, he wanted to reach out to support him, but as if he thought of something, he hesitated again, with his fingers suspended in the air, and did not dare to touch this noble man with his "inferior" hands.

This is an official higher than the prefect!

"you--"

Zhang Muzhi pointed at him and his voice trembled, scaring the bailiff so much that he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his voice filled with urgency and panic.

"I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong!" His movements were quick and flustered, and each time he kowtowed there was a crisp sound.

"Stand up right there!" Zhang Muzhi ordered through gritted teeth, his voice filled with anger and determination.