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

A group of young people rushed into the room. They were wearing army green clothes and red armbands. They looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with childish faces but fierce eyes.

"Who is Ye Zhetai!" The young man in the lead had a look of disdain on his face and a sharp question in his voice.

"It's me." Ye Zhetai raised his hand to block his wife and daughter and answered in a deep voice.

The young man snorted coldly and waved his hand to order: "Take him away!"

Two young men immediately rushed forward and held Ye Zhetai's arms.

Ye Zhetai tried to struggle, his tone was panicked, but he still kept his sanity: "Who are you? What are you doing! Breaking into a private house is illegal!"

"A criminal reactionary academic authority is qualified to talk about the law?" The leading young man smiled sarcastically, his tone cold, and then waved his hand, "Hit me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed over and started punching and kicking Ye Zhe without saying a word.

Ye Zhetai fell to the ground, his forehead hit the corner of the table, and blood slid down his cheek.

His eyes went dark, but he forced himself to look up, trying to stop the violence: "What you are doing... is wrong... it will only hurt yourselves..."

"Stop!" Shao Lin rushed over and tried to protect her husband, but was roughly pushed aside and fell to the ground.

Ye Wenjie was waving the kitchen knife in her hand, but it was knocked down by a wooden stick, and the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Before she could bend down to pick it up, she was kicked in the abdomen and fell to the ground gasping for breath in pain.

Ye Wenxue screamed in fear, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she could only hold her mother's hand tightly, witnessing everything but being unable to do anything.

Ye Zhetai was lifted up by two young men and dragged out the door. His body was shaky and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the floor, but he still tried to turn his head and looked at his wife and daughter with blurry eyes, comforting them with a weak voice: "Don't be afraid..."

Afterwards, he was forcibly dragged out of the door and disappeared.

...

A few minutes later, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door again.

Shao Lin hugged Ye Wenxue, his heart tightened, thinking that the group of people had returned again, and a look of unconcealable fear appeared on his face.

She hugged her little daughter in her arms almost reflexively, took two steps back trembling, and stared at the door, as if a group of thugs would rush in at the next second.

"Teacher Shao, don't be afraid, it's me, Kuai Dapeng!"

The speaker was a young man in his early twenties, with a resolute look on his face, and behind him followed several young men with serious expressions.

Kuai Dapeng is a student at Shuimu University and knows Ye Wenjie.

Ye Zhetai's students were worried that the group of people would attack Ye Zhetai, so they entrusted Kuai Dapeng to protect him for one night.

Kuai Dapeng pushed open the broken door and walked into the house. The first thing he saw was the mess on the floor and the mother and her two daughters who were still in shock. His expression suddenly darkened.

"Teacher Shao, where is Teacher Ye?"

Shao Lin's eyes were red, and he choked up as he told her everything that had just happened in a disjointed voice.

Hearing that Ye Zhetai was beaten and covered in blood and was forcibly taken away, Kuai Dapeng clenched his fists, veins popped out, and his eyes were full of anger: "It's bad! Teacher Ye actually fell into the hands of those gangsters!"

He turned around and quickly ordered his companions behind him: "Hurry! They haven't gone far yet, we must stop them and rescue Teacher Ye!"

Without hesitation, the young men ran outside and their footsteps disappeared into the night.

"What is going on?" Shao Lin asked tremblingly, his voice full of anxiety.

Kuai Dapeng looked at her, then at Ye Wenjie and Ye Wenxue.

Ye Wenxue was still curled up in her mother's arms, hugging her tightly, her tears still wet, with the confusion and helplessness of a child.

Ye Wenjie's face was still a little pale, but some color had returned.

Kuai Dapeng looked at Ye Wenjie and sighed.

"Student Wenjie, don't you know anything?"

Ye Wenjie was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him, her lips slightly pursed: "No... I don't know, my dad... doesn't let me touch those things."

Hearing this, Kuai Dapeng shook his head helplessly: "Teacher Ye...ah."

He seemed to want to say something, but stopped abruptly.

He didn't know what to say about Ye Zhetai's choice.

This outdated scientific research view is already behind the times.

"Teacher Shao, those lawless people are members of the [United Dispute]. The reason they arrested Teacher Ye is because..."

Kuai Dapeng glanced at the three people, took a deep breath, calmed himself, and decided to explain in detail the ins and outs of the matter.

After all, in this era, no one can stay out of it. Not only Ye Zhetai, but also Ye Wenxue, who is only a teenager.

This is a revolution! It is not just a cultural criticism or a simple political disturbance, but a class struggle that affects countless people across the country.

This struggle started with pens, is now fought with fists, and eventually, machine guns and cannons will inevitably be used.

Class struggle has always been like this. Between the two classes, it is a life-and-death struggle.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Body: Chapter 234: The School General Office is established, the Bloodline Theory Organization

The big-character poster incident at Yanda University was like a spring thunder, which quickly set off a huge wave. Within a few days, this wave spread from Yanyuan to all major universities across the country, from schools to factories, and from cities to rural areas.

The capital was the center of this movement, and students from many universities and colleges organized themselves spontaneously, writing articles, posting slogans, and holding discussions, directly pointing the finger at those in power.

"Let's speak out, let's have big debates, let's have big character posters!"

At first, these students' actions were full of idealism.

They believe that the truth is in their hands and that they can use words and phrases to make others truly admit their mistakes and correct themselves.

They posted handwritten slogans and big-character posters on the walls of teaching buildings, dormitory buildings and even the school gate. They invited the principal, dean and other school bureaucrats to participate in their discussions to criticize their bad behavior.

They feel that they are changing history.

However, the reality is cruel.

Although there are indeed some officials who realized their mistakes after being criticized, accepted the criticism from these students, and were willing to correct themselves.

But more people are not buying it, thinking that these students have made them lose face and want to retaliate.

"What do these little brats know? We have eaten more rice than they have walked!"

In their eyes, these students are a group of hot-blooded fools who don't understand officialdom, the ways of the world, and will suffer sooner or later.

They still keep their original ways and don't think they have done anything wrong.

To be an official, one must act like an official. One must have a secretary, a car, a small house, enjoy special supplies of cigarettes and alcohol, have an organization to solve one's life problems, have privileges superior to others, and be able to enjoy everything. If they are still the same as ordinary people, then wouldn't it be a waste of time for them to be an official?

They immediately launched a counterattack.

They used their usual tactics, diverting conflicts, expanding the scope of attack, and throwing out scapegoats.

They said that it was not just them who were obstructing the movement and ruining it, but there were other people who were actually obstructing the movement and ruining the school atmosphere.

One scapegoat after another was pushed out, including ordinary teachers in primary, middle and high schools, well-known professors in colleges and universities, researchers in research institutes, and even some famous writers in the cultural world.

Teachers were criticized as "backward elements who paralyze the minds of young people", professors were framed as "reactionary academic authorities", researchers were "hidden revisionists", and writers were "spreading the poison of bourgeois ideology".

Their names were posted on big-character posters and their crimes were repeatedly publicized, becoming an outlet for students' anger.

When Kuai Dapeng talked about this, he could no longer conceal the anger on his face.

"In fact! How many of those teachers, professors, and writers are the real sinners? Most of them are innocent, but they have been accused of an unforgivable crime! The real purpose of those in power is to maintain their own power and divert the students' fire from themselves!"

This method of diverting fire deceived some simple-minded students, but it could not deceive Huang Ziyuan, Kuai Dapeng and others.

They see very clearly that the targets of their crusade should not be the teachers and writers who are accused of "poisoning the youth", but the school bureaucrats who protect each other, act high and mighty, and turn schools into a stage for their personal power.

The bureaucrats' refusal to admit their mistakes and their attempt to confuse the public made the students even more angry.

Is this what a representative of the working class and peasant class, a communist, should look like?

In a country of the working class and peasant class, the power of the state apparatus is controlled by these parasites. How can this be good?

What they saw, heard and experienced did not dampen the enthusiasm of these students. Instead, it made them more certain of the necessity of their actions and made their goals clearer and more determined.

In order to fight back against these bureaucratic forces more effectively, under the call of Huang Ziyuan, student organizations of major universities quickly united and established a unified organization covering the capital's universities - the [Capital University Revolutionary Joint Headquarters], abbreviated as [School General Headquarters].

The purpose of the [School General Administration] was very clear, which was to resolutely implement the general line and general program of the Great Revolution and to fight the capitalist-roaders and revisionists to the end.

However, at this time, the real counterattack of bureaucratic forces came.

In any previous political movement, the central government would send special working groups to go deep into the provinces, prefectures, and counties.

This is a common practice in political movements. These working groups tour various places, backed by the central authority, just like imperial envoys in ancient times, holding the sword of power. Bureaucrats from all regions need to cooperate with their work.

However, this movement was different from previous ones. The upper echelons of the bureaucratic machine were controlled by the elders of various factions. Therefore, after consulting Li Runshi, Wang Chunjiang did not intend to send working groups to various places, as that would simply cause trouble for the revolution.

However, the Capital Prefectural Committee took action in secret.

Yanda High School, Shuimu High School, Revolutionary Middle School... These key high schools located in the capital have abundant educational resources and luxurious facilities. The cadres who hold power will naturally do everything possible to send their children to these schools.

In particular, some schools are established under the pretext of caring for the descendants of revolutionary heroes, but are actually schools specifically for the children of cadres. They are like ivory towers standing outside the civilian world.

The teaching buildings are made of red bricks and green tiles, the glass windows allow for excellent light transmission, the laboratories are fully equipped, the library has a vast collection of books...even the lawns in the playground are neatly trimmed like a painting.

Among the students in these "special supply" schools, there are not many descendants of powerless heroes, and the children of workers and peasants only account for a very small number. The students in them are mainly children of powerful bureaucrats.

These children of cadres have received special care since childhood. In addition to paying for their food, clothing, housing and daily necessities, the state also gives them pocket money. The amount of this pocket money even exceeds the monthly income of a strong laborer on a state-owned farm. The original intention was to provide life security for the descendants of the sacrificed heroes, but in reality it gave the children of cadres the capital for luxury.

Naturally, they spent lavishly and did not know how to live a hard and frugality life. Teenagers smoked cigarettes, wore luxurious clothes made of imported fabrics, set off fireworks in the dormitory, and munched on braised meat, snacks, and fruit candies during breaks, acting like real young masters and young ladies.

However, these young masters and young ladies are not stupid. On the contrary, under the family's education about officialdom and power, they know very well that their favorable status comes from the power of their elders.

The storm of this great revolution has swept through the entire society, and the spearhead has been directed at their elders.

If their elders fall, they will naturally fall to dust, and everything they have will burst like a soap bubble.

Therefore, with the help of the Capital Prefectural Committee, these young people from prominent families acted quickly and established a series of organizations centered on the theory of bloodline.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 235 Now, We Are Comrades

The children of cadres who are still in middle school have an innately superior social status and a sense of privilege as the successors of the revolution, and they have a special fondness for intergenerational relations based on class and blood ties.

They unabashedly promote a theory of superiority based on class and blood ties.

They said arrogantly: "We are of pure proletarian blood, we are the real descendants of the revolution... The burden of the revolution falls on our shoulders, and we must hold the power."

"If I'm a hero, my son will be a hero. If I'm a reactionary, my son will be a bastard!"

"Think of the elders who slew demons and conquered the world in the past, and look at the younger generations who are suppressing the demons and protecting the country today."

They even wrote couplets and hung them at the school gate.

"If parents are revolutionary, the son will take over - of course; if parents are reactionary, the son will betray - it's difficult. Horizontal banner: It should be so."

"The father fought for the country through revolution; the son rebelled to protect the country. Banner: Red for generations."

These slogans are hung on the walls and shouted on their lips, becoming the biggest banner of their legitimacy of power.

Within these organizations, members' status is also graded according to bloodline.

The top class are the children of high-ranking officials, especially those whose fathers participated in the revolution before the founding of the People's Republic of China and held vice-ministerial level or above, who naturally enjoy a "ruling position."

The children of the next-level cadres, although their fathers’ qualifications were not as good as those of senior cadres, were able to enter the core of the organization because of their “red revolutionary roots.”

Those who come from families of shop assistants, clerks, doctors, teachers, intellectuals, etc. belong to the gray series that is neither black nor dark and can only be "peripheral".

Students from poor backgrounds were considered “bastards” and were not eligible to participate in sports. Their status was like that of slaves.

In various middle schools, these organizations formed by young people aged fifteen or sixteen were instructed by the Capital Prefectural Party Committee to unite into the [Capital Primary and Secondary School Joint Patrol Team], or [Joint Patrol] organization, in order to confront the [School General Administration].

Talking about the actions of the "United Action", Kuai Dapeng said angrily: "The group of bastards in the United Action are as vicious as the anti-human fascist soldiers!"

Perhaps it is because in the past few decades, when counter-revolutionary revisionists ruled the education and other departments, they arranged a pampered social status for the children of cadres, creating a new class of young masters.

These young masters are used to ordering others around and enjoying special supplies. They turn a deaf ear to "equality" and "classless society". Instead, they uphold the theory of bloodline and trample on people of other backgrounds.

Having been poisoned by revisionism for a long time, considering themselves aristocrats for a long time, and relaxing their ideological transformation for a long time, the souls of these children of cadres have become extremely ugly. A small number of them have the temperaments of beasts and the minds of spies, and have even reached the point of extinction of conscience!

"They are not human! They are beasts in human skin!

That’s why I’m worried that Teacher Ye will be beaten to death by those wolf cubs!”

Kuai Dapeng clenched his fists and looked at his knuckles which had turned white from excessive force. Who could have thought that a group of students who were only fifteen or sixteen years old could do such outrageous things!

In the past few days, those vicious little bastards have captured hundreds of people!

Every time Kuai Dapeng heard their "handling" methods, he always felt like something was burning in his chest!

Looking at Ye Wenjie and the others, Kuai Dapeng's voice became more and more excited, and every muscle on his face was tense with anger.