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

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body Problem: Chapter 123: Mentor, we can no longer let the martyrs’ sacrifices be wasted!

This historical document left Vladimir slightly silent.

Is this... the end of Soviet Russia?

The motherland of the working class merged with imperialism and eventually became another grave of the working class.

His expression gradually became solemn, his eyes showed worry and deep thought about the future, his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, his brows furrowed.

He had not yet experienced that future era, but in the few words of this document, he had already vaguely grasped the context of that historical period and the wave of class struggle.

His gaze became more profound, and he continued to ask: "What about the situation in other countries? If Russia establishes a Soviet regime, it will certainly support the proletarian revolutionary movement around the world. Before the Soviet regime in Russia is destroyed, the revolutionary cause in Europe, Asia, America, Africa, and other regions will inevitably rise."

Mu Yuan said with some admiration: "Your grasp of the world's development and your understanding of the future are really accurate and thorough. As you said, socialist revolutions have broken out in many countries, including Da Yan, North Korea, Cuba, Mongolia... There are dozens of countries in the world that have established proletarian regimes one after another."

"That's fine."

Vladimir's frown relaxed and he felt a little happy. He seemed to see that scene: red flags all over the world, and the working class celebrating their victory!

“Comrade Mu Yuan, you said you came from more than a hundred years later.

Could it be that you have already achieved communism in that era and completely liberated productivity, so technology has developed rapidly to the point where you can do incredible things like time travel?"

Vladimir was not surprised by the demise of the Soviet regime in Russia.

As the first country to establish a socialist regime, Soviet Russia was bound to take many detours and fail to recognize the seriousness of the problem, leading to the usurpation of power, which was a very likely thing to happen.

Moreover, in his opinion, Mu Yuan's ability to travel through time and accomplish such an incredible thing means that the proletariat has finally won.

He could not imagine that science and technology could develop to that extent under capitalist conditions, when such productivity was severely constrained and suffered heavy losses due to periodic economic crises and imperialist wars.

And since victory is inevitable and the future is bright, the failure of Soviet Russia is only the first link in this long and tortuous struggle, just like the failure of the Paris Commune.

However...these words full of hope and expectation seemed to possess the attributes of true damage and armor penetration.

The smile on Mu Yuan's face froze instantly.

"It would be great if that were the case."

He sighed, his voice becoming lighter.

"It's not like that. I can transcend time only because I am special."

He thought of the real future and said with some sadness: "After the demise of the Soviet regime in Russia, the Soviet regime in Da Yan became the center of the world revolution. However, the good times did not last long. More than 20 years later, due to the same reasons as the Russian Soviet, the regime changed and it existed in name only."

Recalling that dark era, he looked a little depressed.

"One hundred years later, in my time, the whole world has been ruled by imperialism, with only a few places still having tiny sparks of life."

Having said this, he seemed unable to continue, as if his throat was blocked by those dark memories and he fell into silence.

Everything in the old society has returned. The proletariat has suffered twice, cried twice, and the blood of the martyrs has ultimately been shed in vain...

After hearing his words, Vladimir's eyes became more profound, as if he was thinking about every word Mu Yuan said.

After a while, he gently held Mu Yuan's hand, feeling the firmness in the sadness.

"You are very similar to us. You are similar people and the times are very similar."

This era is also a dark era. The revolutionary cause of the proletariat has failed for too long, and the counter-revolutionary forces have been rampant for too long!

"Comrade Mu Yuan." He could understand why Mu Yuan was sad, so he patted his shoulder and encouraged him, "Don't be afraid of the future. For us, those are things that have not yet happened."

"Moreover, you are here. In the future world, you have the knowledge and theories that many revolutionaries have gained through hard work and struggle, and you have also learned the lessons from many setbacks and failures in the proletarian revolutionary cause over the past 100 years. These knowledge, theories, experiences and lessons from the future can bring great help to the current revolutionary cause.

Don’t be discouraged, believe in us, believe in the power of the proletariat! We, our next generation, and the next generation will not let history repeat itself. The proletariat will surely usher in the final victory in the struggle! "

His powerful words made Mu Yuan raise his head again.

"Teacher, you are one of the people I love the most. The books you wrote have inspired my life, kept me from falling into the dark night, and enabled me to walk out of the pain of nothingness and despair!"

He suddenly stood up from his chair, rushed forward, and hugged his mentor tightly.

"Teacher, I don't want that kind of future! I don't want that kind of sad history to repeat itself!

Please let me join you!"

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Bodies: Chapter 124: Comrade Iron Returns from Exile

After a long journey, Joseph returned to St. Petersburg exhausted.

His clothes were covered with dust from the road, and the color was no longer its original dark color, but had been stained with a layer of light gray by the moist soil and the blowing wind.

There were still traces of mud on his shoes, the package on his back was bulging and looked heavy, and his steps were a little tired, but extremely determined.

He took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling the unique winter chill of St. Petersburg, which was completely different from the severe cold in Siberia and carried the unique smell of factory exhaust.

"Petersburg has really changed a lot."

On the streets of Petersburg, pedestrians were no longer numb and in pain, their faces were refreshed. He even saw some people gathering at street corners, arguing over political views.

This atmosphere is simply incredible. The Tsar's gendarmerie guards had long made it a social norm not to talk about state affairs. The citizens had also long developed a habit of not caring about, not taking the initiative in, and not understanding political state affairs. As the saying goes - one dares not speak loudly, for fear of alarming the gods in heaven.

Joseph's exile was just a small microcosm of this. The Tsar did not want to behead all these opponents, but he could not kill them all.

The Tsar's gendarmerie was arresting and killing people everywhere, not just the Bolsheviks. Too many leftists, progressives, and revolutionary masses were arrested and shot. The prisons were already full, and the number of people sentenced to death had never decreased, but more and more people were thrown into prison every day. No matter how many death sentences were imposed, the prisons could not become empty again, so the Tsar had no choice but to exile these prisoners in batches.

Three years ago, Joseph was arrested by the gendarmerie of Tsarist Russia and exiled to faraway Siberia. He was released not long ago with the help of some comrades. After his comrades conveyed the instructions of the Central Committee of the Bolshevik Party, he immediately set off and rushed to St. Petersburg.

However, the appearance of St. Petersburg gave him some surprises.

"I think this meeting will give me the answer."

The First Congress of All Russian Workers, Peasants and Soldiers' Committees was about to be held in St. Petersburg. As a staunch Bolshevik, he overcame all difficulties and obstacles along the way and finally rushed back before this important meeting.

Taking a few deep breaths, Joseph felt the city air filling his lungs, and the fatigue caused by thousands of kilometers of arduous journey gradually disappeared deep in his face.

He rubbed his stiff cheeks and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door, Joseph stepped into the venue.

The overwhelming noise enveloped his entire body and mind like a wave, softening the stiff and formal smile on his face, and a smile of nostalgia appeared on his face that came from the heart.

Many people were talking and laughing, making the venue extremely noisy, but it didn't feel noisy, just warm. This harsh winter seemed to become warm like spring because of them.

These...are all my comrades.

Taking a deep breath, Joseph wiped his eyes that were filled with moisture due to the warmth of the venue.

This iron comrade who had been exiled to the cold snowfield, lonely and hard-working but never wavered, now seemed to have some petty-bourgeois weakness because of this scene.

A resolute and true proletarian fighter has a heart of steel, which is indestructible. Such a fighter cannot be corrupted by money, shaken by power, or bent by horrific torture.

Such a warrior seems to have broken through the barriers of humanity, as if he has transcended the seven emotions and six desires, as if he is no longer a human being.

But...for a soldier like this, the word "comrade" can make his eyes fill with tears.

"Snapped--"

A hand tapped his shoulder.

Joseph's body tensed up instantly, a familiar sense of vigilance surged in his heart, and he subconsciously prepared to fight back, but he immediately realized that this was no longer the snowy field full of dangers.

He turned his head and looked at the bushy-haired man expressionlessly.

It looks a bit familiar.

Is this an acquaintance?

If it is an acquaintance, suddenly patting him on the shoulder and giving him a fright is understandable. As a surprise of reunion, this action is not out of the ordinary.

But Joseph did not search his memory for the name of this face.

"Comrade, what's the matter?" Joseph responded, keeping his tone calm.

"Hello comrade, I am Totsky, I want to ask, do you know what this situation is?"

The man introduced himself, but he didn't seem to know Joseph.

Perhaps it was because he saw that Joseph was also alone and in the same situation that he approached Joseph and asked him.

As he spoke, Totsky looked around, pointed, his face full of confusion.

What is he wondering about?

Joseph raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

Totsky gave him a puzzled look.

"Don't you think the atmosphere in the venue is a little strange?"

strange?

Joseph was a little confused. He looked up and after seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, he gradually understood.

In Siberia, most people have dead eyes and lack of life. They have given up hope and just live mechanically, like zombies. Their lives are shrouded in cold environment and hopeless prospects. After being cold for a long time, their hearts have been exhausted.

In a place like that, only people like Joseph would stick to their beliefs, never be confused, and never give up.

However, the atmosphere in this venue could even be said to be strangely festive.

Everyone's eyes were full of hope and light, and there was no confusion or pain in their laughter. If it was just one person, it wouldn't be surprising, but when he scanned the venue, almost everyone was like this, so it was really, really strange.

Has the revolution been victorious?

Joseph looked around, his doubts growing stronger.

It seems, not yet.

The victory of the revolution seemed not to have really arrived yet, the Tsar still sat on the throne of power, and oppression and injustice still existed in every corner of Russia.

So, where do the joy and confidence of these comrades come from?

He doesn't understand.

He couldn't help shaking his head and said to Totsky beside him: "I don't know either. I have been staying in Siberia for the past few years and only returned to St. Petersburg a few hours ago."

Totsky frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about the same question.

He observed the excited faces at the conference hall, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Is that so? I am almost the same. I was abroad before, and I just came back."

He had just been expelled from the French government and wanted to go to America, but he heard the news that the Bolsheviks were going to hold a general meeting.

He was invited by some party members to attend the meeting.

But everything I saw was so strange.

Totsky spread his hands, looked at Joseph, and sighed.

The situation changed so quickly that it seemed as if the two of them were thrown into another world.

Just when the two were confused, Joseph's eyes lit up and he saw an acquaintance.

In the crowded meeting room, their eyes met unexpectedly. Joseph's mood seemed to brighten in an instant because he recognized the familiar figure.

He stepped forward without hesitation.

"Hey, Joseph, long time no see." The man responded, with deep joy and a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Felix? It's really you. Long time no see."

The two walked together, shook hands, hugged, and patted each other on the shoulders. At this moment, it was as if time had gone back, and they returned to the days when they had fought together and worked hand in hand for the revolution.

The two had not seen each other since Joseph was exiled to faraway Siberia three years ago.

Joseph thought that he might never have the chance to meet his old friends again in this life, so he could not help but feel happy to meet them again.

"Felix, can you tell me what the current revolutionary situation is like, what we have done, and what is the next plan?"

Joseph had not expected that the revolutionary situation would change so drastically.

He sensed something - the Bolsheviks seemed to be preparing a general offensive and the Tsar was completely unaware.

But he couldn't see the rest clearly, after all, he had been away from the center for too long.

Without beating around the bush or talking about the ways of the world, he asked his comrade directly, hoping that he could answer his questions.

"You asked the right person."

Felix patted his shoulder and smiled.

"A lot of things happened this year. Let me tell you slowly."

He smiled slightly, as if thinking about where to start.