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

Later, because of the serious mismatch between the indoctrinated cognition and reality, he was in great pain, he lost his ideals, he was completely desperate, and after his suicide attempt, he could only use some unreal things to numb himself for a long time.

But finally, he gradually realized something, did not continue to sink, and eventually abandoned the things that numbed himself, woke up, and began to fight.

Unfortunately, he died not long after that, and no one knew what happened next.

Will the darkness end, will the dawn come, will their happiness... be realized? He didn't know all of this.

After all, he was dead and couldn't go back or help them.

Moreover, if they want to save themselves and fantasize that a "superman" like him will suddenly appear one day, it is completely unrealistic. The only one they can rely on is themselves.

"so--"

Mu Yuan covered his face with his hands, pressing his fingers tightly on it, leaving deep marks, as if trying to suppress the surging emotions, as if trying to hide the gradually exaggerated expression on his face, but his shaking shoulders betrayed him.

"I have imagined countless times that my wish to change that period of history can actually come true!!"

Suddenly, he laughed wildly, and his laughter exploded in the cold air with an almost crazy power!

"I am so lucky, so lucky!!"

He threw his head back and laughed wildly, his eyes became hot and wild, and the expression on his face was twisted into an indescribable madness and excitement.

What a lucky thing it is to have the opportunity to change a piece of land, a nation, a country, an era, and a piece of history! !

"As expected, everyone has been fooled by your gentle and elegant appearance."

Mu Yuan narrowed her eyes slightly, and the beautiful smile on her face seemed to be infected by this madness, with a bloodthirsty taste.

Mu Yuan always appeared gentle in the small garden, but she was the only one who knew that it was all appearance, this person was as crazy as herself!

"Then again, who wouldn't go crazy if they experienced that era?"

Not crazy? That's just pretending. In a society that turns people into ghosts, who wouldn't be crazy?

She looked towards the west, her eyes flashing with excitement and bloodthirstiness.

"At the end of the First World War, under the influence of internal and external factors such as the defeat in the war and the economic collapse, and under the combined effect of internal and external contradictions, the socialist revolution broke out in Tsarist Russia. The proletariat led by the Bolshevik Party overthrew the corrupt Tsarist government, defeated the bourgeoisie who attempted to usurp the fruits of the revolution, shot the Tsar, and established the great Soviet regime.

If it weren’t for us, according to the historical development of our world, this great country would have its political power usurped by capitalist-roaders in thirty-five years, the proletariat would have been suppressed, and the proletarian state would have been virtually destroyed.”

"But now that I'm here, I will never accept this outcome!! Their blood cannot be shed in vain! The proletariat cannot be punished twice and suffer twice!"

Mu Yuan's voice was filled with an emotion that was burning like a prairie fire, like an unstoppable flame. An urgent desire to change the world was clearly visible in every word he said.

"Okay, okay!" Mu Yuan laughed loudly. Her laughter was clear and powerful, like a torrent rushing across the silent snowfield.

"Then, it's time to get back to my old job." She chanted loudly, "Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the imperial star is swaying high in the sky!"

Amidst the loud laughter, their figures tore through the cold, dancing snow curtain and pointed straight to the western sky.

...

...

The base of the St. Petersburg Fleet, one of the three major fleets of Russia. The sea was surging in the gloomy weather.

The captain of the Aurora, Nikolsky, recently felt that an uneasy atmosphere was spreading among the sailors.

It seemed as if something, indescribable and strong, seeped into the Marines' bodies, and a magnificent flame gradually burned in their eyes.

Out of curiosity and concern, he decided to find out what was going on.

After some disguise, he caught up with a young soldier, followed him at a distance, and moved slowly forward.

It didn't take long for him to reach his destination.

It was an empty flat land, with cold wind howling all around. He hid in a small corner, and the scene in front of him shocked him!

Many sailors of the fleet gathered in circles and sat cross-legged on the ground! !

What are they doing!

Nikolsky held his breath and watched carefully.

He saw several sailors holding a pamphlet in their hands and reading something in a low voice, while the people around them were listening attentively.

He saw that many sailors around him were listening to their reading with focused expressions. There was a magnificent fire flashing in their eyes, as if they were infected by some invisible force when they were reading those words.

He also noticed that some sailors had a look of determination and expectation on their faces, as if they were waiting for a certain moment to come.

This made him feel a chill in his heart. This atmosphere was completely different from their usual training and life, as if an uncontrollable force was spreading among them.

He continued to observe and found that more sailors were coming here and joining the dark crowd. Their movements were tacit and firm, as if they were driven by some common belief.

This made him feel a strong sense of uneasiness. Sailors were normally not allowed to participate in or organize any gatherings. However, not only did these soldiers violate military law, but no one reported it!

This made him feel cold in his heart. This must not be an ordinary gathering. There must be some terrible force hidden behind it, trying to lead these stupid sailors to mutiny!

He held his breath and tried to keep himself calm. He had to find the source of this gathering and understand their purpose so that he could report it to His Majesty the Tsar and kill these stupid guys!

Suddenly, he saw a sailor who seemed to be the leader stood up, with a pamphlet in his hand fluttering in the wind. The soldier holding the pamphlet walked to the center of the crowd, pointing his arm at the center, with a loud and powerful voice, as if announcing something.

"Comrades! The person we trust the most, our teacher, he's here!!"

Nikolski's gaze quickly turned to the direction the soldier pointed. It turned out that they had built a platform in the center, but his vision was blocked by the dark masses of soldiers and he did not see the platform.

On the platform, a young-looking man appeared.

He has a handsome face, and his golden eyes are full of fire. Those eyes are full of power and passion, as if they can ignite the hearts of every listener.

He waved his fists, walked around from time to time, and his voice was high-pitched and full of infectiousness. Every word seemed to hit the hearts of the audience and aroused their inner resonance.

What are you talking about?

He moved closer out of curiosity, wanting to hear clearly what he was saying.

And at this moment, it seemed as if a boundary had been crossed.

The sound that was originally unclear in my ears suddenly seemed to be ringing in my ears, clear and loud.

"This is our world..." he said.

In Nikolski's eyes, it seemed as if a series of scenes were unfolding, and each one was a cruel fact happening in reality.

Homeless vagrants froze to death in the cold snowy night. Their figures looked lonely and helpless against the backdrop of the white snow.

A ragged and skinny beggar begged in the street corner. Someone once paid attention to him, but he eventually starved to death on the cold street.

The peasants were beaten with scars by the landlords, their faces were filled with pain and despair, and they eventually died miserably under the ruthless oppression.

The workers work sleeplessly, working tiredly amid the roar of machines. Their bodies gradually become thinner on the ruthless production lines. Eventually, they collapse in the corner of the factory from overwork and close their eyes forever.

In the artillery fire on the front line, our compatriots fought bravely, fearlessly facing the enemy's fierce attacks, but were eventually slaughtered by the ruthless steel machines, and their lives were extinguished in the flames of war...

Each picture carries the wailing of life and endless sorrow, with a strong appeal. Nikolski's eyes are filled with unspeakable emotions. He can't help but feel a raging rage in his heart! !

...

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PS:

In order to avoid harmony, some people's names and country names will be replaced by related words.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 117: We must wipe them out completely!

"...So, who caused all this?"

The man spoke again, his voice loud and powerful, as if every word struck the hearts of the audience, arousing resonance and anger deep in their hearts.

More images emerged in Nikolski's mind.

In the magnificent palace, the nobles attended a luxurious banquet. They sat at the banquet table full of rich food, but looked at it coldly, as if the food was not worth mentioning, showing their "elegance".

In the luxurious manors, the landlords squandered the food that the "slaves" worked hard for a month or even a year. These landlords owned vast lands and wealth, and they enjoyed the ultimate luxurious life. They had no regrets about squandering all this, but they kept the lives of the serfs in extreme poverty and fatigue, and regarded them as worse than cattle and horses.

In their magnificent mansions, the capitalists enjoyed the precious red wine squeezed from the workers’ blood and sweat. They sat in comfortable and luxurious mansions, using the wealth they got without work to satisfy their enjoyment, but this wealth came from the blood and death of the workers.

On the front lines of the battlefield, senior military officials drank and reveled, not caring about the lives of the soldiers. They sat in safe command posts, out of touch with the flames of war, but manipulated the war behind the scenes, causing countless ordinary soldiers to sacrifice their lives for their power and glory.

The man screamed at this moment, clenching his fists and raising them to the sky. "Yes, these are the people!" His voice echoed in the cold wind, carrying endless anger and pain.

"Yes, those are the people!"

"Nobles, slave owners, landlords, capitalists... they oppress people who are suffering countless hardships and squeeze every bit of our blood and sweat. However, they are still not satisfied and insist on exploiting us and eating our fill!"

He waved his fists in the air as if to smash these hateful enemies to pieces.

"That's what we call them: the feudal landlord class, the bureaucrats and the bourgeoisie!"

He paused, his eyes gleaming with determination and his voice as loud as a bell.

“That’s what we call ourselves—the proletariat!

Workers, peasants, soldiers...all the oppressed proletarians, we must unite!

Completely destroy these wolves, tigers and leopards that want to devour every bit of our flesh and blood!! "

The crowd responded enthusiastically, as if a powerful force was brewing and gathering among them. Every word resonated deeply in their hearts and ignited their fighting spirit and hope.

"wipe out!!"

"Destroy them completely!!!"

Countless figures roared at this moment.

Their voices merged into a huge wave, venting their dissatisfaction and anger! !

Where there is oppression, there is dissatisfaction.

Wherever there is dissatisfaction, there is resistance!

You can oppress us as much as you want, but once we unite, we will tear you jackals, tigers and leopards to pieces one by one!

"Then, I declare that the fourth public trial begins now!"

"—!!"

Nikolski was almost infected by the passionate emotion and shouted out along with them.

However, the word "public trial" seemed to have some kind of magic that woke him up immediately.

He looked at the sailors with fanatical expressions and felt a chill in his heart. This power was so strong that it seemed to be able to destroy all obstacles in their way.

His keen political sense immediately made him realize that this was not just a rally, but a precursor to an impending rebellion. He must take action as soon as possible and report the situation to the commander to prevent the situation from deteriorating further!

This is no ordinary sailor! We must strike hard!

However, when he saw the familiar-looking naval officer tied to the platform, looking miserable, and being charged with crimes one by one, his heart was shocked and his face turned pale in an instant.

Isn't this...his superior, the commander of the Petersburg Fleet?

Nikolsky's eyes were out of focus, looking at the officer tied there in disbelief.

At this moment, the commander's glorious history in the navy emerged in his mind. As comrades-in-arms, they had faced countless difficult tasks and challenges together. The commander had commanded operations in countless battles and fought for the glory and interests of Russia.

However, at this moment, the commander's clothes were ragged, and a pair of handcuffs locked his wrists, and the traces of struggle were clearly visible. His originally majestic face was now filled with despair and helplessness, as if he was thrown into a desperate situation, his face was full of snot and tears, like... a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Under the platform, the sailors took turns reading out the many crimes he had committed, including embezzlement, bribery, rape, murder, persecution, and robbery... Their voices were cold and harsh, as if they were sentencing him to death.

When he saw the soldiers in military uniforms with red flames burning in their eyes, his heart gradually grew cold.

What do these people want to do?

Want to... overthrow this country?

Nikolsky's body was shaking, and he realized that he had to take action. He had to leave the scene as soon as possible, report the situation to the great Tsar, and dispatch tens of thousands of fully armed troops to suppress the rebellion and behead all the rebels, in order to stop this horrific rebellion!

But just as he took a step forward, a silver-haired woman stopped him and pointed a gun at his forehead. She was wearing a brown-green military uniform without shoulder straps, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders, her cold face and sharp eyes made her look mysterious and scary.

"Stop ahead."

Her voice came out coldly, revealing a ruthless determination.

Nikolski stopped where he was, his body trembling slightly, and a feeling of uneasiness churning in his heart.

He stared at the woman, trying to read some clues from her expression, but there was no expression on her face, just her eyes staring at him coldly.

"Nikolsky, you are guilty of 23 crimes including corruption, bribery, rape, murder, robbery, etc. You are also one of the protagonists in this public trial."

The woman's voice was cold and powerful, as if she was the judge in this simple court, reading out a final verdict.

Nikolsky's heart was churning and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

He tried to find words to refute or explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he could not make a sound. In the end, he could only kneel on the ground in despair, begging and wailing in front of hundreds of sailors.