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

In order to make up for the lack of labor in domestic production and construction, Tsarist Russia recruited more than 400,000 people in Dayan alone as cheap laborers.

After arriving in Tsarist Russia, these workers mostly engaged in hard work such as logging, road construction, and mining. However, for them, the hardship was far more than just the work.

Under the ruthless exploitation of foremen, recruiters and employers, they were workers in name only, but in reality were more like slaves of the slave owners, suffering inhuman abuse and living a hard life in darkness.

They could only live in simple sheds that they built themselves. When the wind howled, the gaps between the wooden boards let the cold wind in, and the temperature inside the house was almost the same as outside. They only had low-quality food that barely filled their stomachs, often black bread that was too hard to chew, and soup that was so thin that you could see the bottom of the bowl.

Many people have thick calluses on their hands and scars all over their bodies. They often fall ill due to overwork and malnutrition, and some even freeze to death on the construction site in the cold winter. What's even more cruel is that if they are not careful, they will be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder, becoming nameless corpses one after another, without even the chance to be buried.

Twenty-one-year-old Hua Xiongmao from Dayan, Hebei, is one of the less than 200,000 Dayan workers who are living in miserable circumstances.

The ancestors of the Chinese panda came from Sichuan, Dayan. His ancestors lost their ancestral heritage due to natural disasters and fled all the way. In the end, they miraculously survived and crossed thousands of miles to settle down in Ji.

In order to reduce the burden on his family, Hua Xiongmao was attracted by the shouting of the "official" and was almost "sold" in a daze. He set out from the distant Dayan and finally came to Tsarist Russia.

The life of the Chinese panda has always been dark and gloomy.

He was involved in the construction of the railway and had to wake up at five o'clock every morning under the whip of the supervisor, then cut trees to make road beams and carry soil to build the roadbed.

As it got dark, they were still sweating profusely, the tools in their hands heavy and cold, until seven o'clock in the evening. By this time, it was already very dark, and the stingy modern slave owners had never been willing to pay for candles, so the Chinese panda could finally rest.

He and his fellow workers lived in a house with drafts on all sides. The gaps in the wooden walls of the shed were so large that the cold wind could flow in and out freely. There was no heating facility inside, so it was very cold at night and one could freeze to death if not careful. He often shivered from the cold at night and lost feeling in his hands and feet.

People often froze to death quietly while they were tired in their sleep, and when they were found the next morning, their bodies were stiff and had become a cold corpse.

Their daily rations were black bread that was as hard as a rock. When they bit into it, their teeth would tremble as if they were about to break. The bread was not only hard, but also moldy and rotten, and sometimes even green mold could be seen.

The drinking water was picked from a nearby swamp. The water was turbid, black, and had a fishy smell. Every time Hua Xiongmao drank such water, he could feel his stomach churning, but when he was hungry and thirsty, he had no choice but to drink it. This poor quality water caused many workers to suffer from various diseases, and diarrhea and fever became almost the norm.

However, Chinese Panda does not feel that he is so miserable.

He was diligent and thrifty, and even saved a little money. Often, before falling asleep, he would wrap himself in tree bark and a smelly quilt, shivering, and fantasize about his wonderful future life. He imagined that he could use the money to marry a strong wife who could work, and have a fat boy who could help him with the work. In such a wonderful fantasy, he gradually fell asleep in hunger and cold.

Not only does Hua Xiongmao not feel miserable, he even feels a little lucky.

Many of the workers who worked with him suffered from a disease that caused their teeth to turn black, their lips to swell, and their lower limbs to ache because of the water and food. They were miserable because they had to work even when they were sick! Hua Xiongmao was young and in good health, so he did not get sick. However, he saw many sick men who were forced by supervisors to lift sleepers and move stones with whips. As a result, they bled from all seven orifices and died while working.

Moreover, he also heard that he is now considered good.

Those who did hard labor in the forest were much more miserable than him.

Those poor people, more than 200 people crammed into a wooden shed, the air was filthy, like a dog hole, there were wild beasts, poisonous snakes, mosquitoes as big as dragonflies, and several people died every day.

He could even eat black bread! Those people could only eat dark, coarse flour.

When Hua Xiongmao thought of this, he could not help but feel grateful to the foreman who always beat and scolded him. The shifty supervisor seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye.

Hua Xiongmao is conscientious and hardworking, never slacks off, and he even saved some money!

Until one day - he fell ill.

When Hua Xiongmao woke up from the shouting and scolding, his heart skipped a beat and he was immediately filled with fear. He tried to get up from the ground, but found himself powerless, as if he was being held down by something.

He can't stand up.

The supervisor's whip hit him mercilessly, and it hurt so much that he struggled to get up.

The ugly supervisor was still cursing, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with Hua Xiongmao's behavior, as if Hua Xiongmao's delay of even a second would be a huge loss to him.

For the first time in his life, Hua Xiongmao was lazy. His whole body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Every step he took seemed to be walking at the gate of hell.

What's wrong with me?

Hua Xiongmao was filled with great fear. Was he...sick?

In his eyes, being sick is equivalent to death.

He thought of his sick co-workers, who fell down one after another, and most of them never stood up again.

If I don't make it through, then... I'll die.

Will I die too?

Hua Xiongmao's heart was filled with fear and despair. He felt his body getting heavier and heavier, his steps getting slower and slower, and the scene in front of him became blurred.

Hua Xiongmao tried hard to hold on, but he finally collapsed, foaming at the mouth and twitching all over, as he fell to the rocky ground.

But at the end of his consciousness, what he heard was not the disgusting shouting of the supervisor, and what he felt was not the pain of the whip on his body, but the supervisor's seemingly panicked shouting and the deafening cheers of his fellow workers.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body: Chapter 128 Then, We Are Comrades

For the first time, the Chinese panda discovered that he was actually a human being.

It turns out that I am not a slave and I can live like a human being.

He ate the heated black bread, and the heat made his eyes moist.

"feel better now?"

The man asked him softly.

The Chinese panda did not answer, but just sobbed silently and swallowed his tears and the bread into his stomach.

Bolsheviks, that was their name.

Hua Xiongmao had heard of them. His uncle, who was well-informed and took good care of him, said that they were the workers' bosses. Wherever they were, those nasty supervisors would never dare to beat or scold them again.

But my uncle did not live to see the Bolsheviks. He died and his body was thrown to wild dogs and eaten to pieces.

Hua Xiongmao will always remember the appearance of that uncle, and those eyes full of hope and tenacity, as if they were saying something to him.

His fists were clenched tightly, as if he was holding something, and he would not let go even when he died, so his fingers were broken, but the overseers saw that there was nothing inside.

Hua Xiongmao is afraid. He is afraid of death, very afraid.

However, every night when he closed his eyes in the small and cold wooden shed, his uncle's tough eyes would appear in front of him again, as if encouraging him: Child, what are you afraid of?

So on a rare opportunity to go into the city, he gave away the things his uncle had given him.

"Are you... the Bolsheviks?"

Hua Xiongmao wiped the tears from his face, his voice choked and his body trembled.

Before he fainted, his last vague consciousness made him feel that the air around him seemed to vibrate, and deafening cheers came into his ears.

He vaguely saw a figure moving around him, and felt someone lift him off the cold ground and place him in a more comfortable place.

It was these people who saved him. They are truly the workers' gods.

Despite his weak body, he quickly got out of bed and knelt down to thank these masters who had been so kind to him.

He vaguely remembered that in his hometown, the elders and villagers whose faces had become blurred in his memory all did this.

"What are you doing."

When the man saw Hua Xiongmao's response, he pressed his shoulders, stopped his movements, and stared at him deeply with his brows slightly lowered.

"The first person you should thank is yourself. It was your brave action that saved you."

The man looked at him quietly, but Hua Xiongmao had no idea what the man meant.

"Me...myself?"

"That's right, Comrade Ai Hongse is a great man. He and some equally great comrades, in order to stop the suffering of the workers from Dayan, investigated everywhere and collected information about Dayan workers and evidence of the crimes of factory owners.

The comrades' actions were discovered by the factory owner, and they were surrounded and killed by the gangsters he hired.

However, you handed the secret letter left by Comrade Ai Hongse to the local party committee, and the organization found the location where they stored the information. After learning about your current miserable situation, the comrades immediately decided to come to help you. "

The man finished, staring at him, his eyes softening.

“Hua Panda, you are very brave.

Your bravery is an excellent quality that you yourself have not discovered. Comrade Ai Hongse saw your bravery, and he gave you the decision-making power on whether his final career would continue.

And you did not disappoint him."

"uncle..."

Uncle Ai Hongse...So, is this how you have always viewed me?

Hua Xiongmao lowered his head silently, tears flowing violently, mixing with the sawdust and dripping onto the rough clothes on his knees.

He cried louder and louder, and finally burst into tears.

The man stared at him in silence without interrupting his crying.

He waited until the Chinese panda seemed to calm down before speaking.

"Would you like to come and see?"

He held out his hand in invitation.

Hua Xiongmao looked at his overly clean hands and hesitated.

The man saw his hesitation, stretched out his hand and wiped it on the ground, and his hand also turned black.

This action made Hua Xiongmao look at him in a daze. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and then it was grasped by the man.

Hua Xiongmao was led out of the tent by the man and came to the construction site. This land that was once soaked with sweat was now filled with familiar faces, all of whom were his fellow workers who had endured hardships with him.

At some point, a high platform had been built here.

Hua Xiongmao's eyes were focused on the platform. The supervisors and foremen who had exploited and oppressed him and caused the deaths of many of his brothers and uncles were tied up tightly and taken to the platform, where their crimes were read out one by one.

The Chinese panda's eyes gradually turned red.

His lips twitched.

'Kill them! ! '

His voice gradually grew louder.

“Kill them!!!”

He roared, clenched his fists and shouted like crazy along with hundreds of workers.

“Kill them!!!”

The workers' voices were getting louder and louder. They could clearly see that those guys who usually showed off their dominance now had unprecedented fear and despair on their faces.

They begged for mercy in tears and in an ugly manner, but the workers who once bowed their heads before them were now like beasts released from hell, furious. They held wooden sticks and iron bars in their hands, and with endless anger and revenge, they swung them and hit those former oppressors.

In the end, those evil men who had tortured the workers with whips and fists were beaten alive into a pulp unrecognizable as human flesh amid the workers' anger and screams of pain.

And after that, it was as if a stone in Hua Xiongmao's heart was suddenly shattered, as if something had awakened.

Hua Xiongmao looked blankly at his bloody fist, looked at the Bolsheviks in brown uniforms who had saved him, then looked at the man next to him and asked, "Can you tell me what I can do in the future?"

But immediately, he shook his head again, and asked with a hint of uneasiness and desire:

"I want to join you, can I?"

"completely fine."

The man's smile was extremely bright, and Hua Xiongmao could feel endless encouragement in it. He thought this smile was so beautiful, and from then on... he would never be able to forget it.

If Hua Xiongmao could survive, he might write a letter like his uncle, and write on the first page, "In my life, I often recall that beautiful smile. It not only reminds me of who I used to be, but also tells me that I will never forget that day. I realized the cruelest part of the world and also saw the brightest part of life."

"Then from now on, we are comrades."

The hand stretched out in front of him again, but at this moment, Hua Xiongmao no longer hesitated at all, he firmly held the hand.

From then on, he stepped into a new world.

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body Problem: Chapter 130: The Representative Conference is Held, and the Red Star Shines Over Soviet Russia

The flames of the world war are still raging in various countries, and people of various countries spend every day in confusion and fear. At this turbulent moment, a meeting that will change the fate of the world is held.

The First Bolshevik Congress was held in an inner meeting room of a factory in St. Petersburg.

There were 379 delegates with voting rights and 101 delegates with speaking rights attending the conference, representing a total of 308486 party members.

The meeting established the most important issue at the time, which was to decide to launch a revolution immediately, overthrow the Tsarist government by force, and establish a state power of proletarian dictatorship.

Also included in the conference agenda were thirteen items, including workers' issues, military issues, attitude towards the war, national issues, and land issues.

After intense discussions and voting, the Congress elected a Central Executive Committee consisting of 139 members and the Central Committee. Vladimir, Mu Yuan, Mikhailovich, Ivanovich Joseph and Felix were elected as members of the Central Committee.

Vladimir made a general report on the current situation. With a resolute face, bright eyes and a loud and firm voice, he analyzed the current situation in detail and painted a blueprint for the future of the dictatorship of the proletariat.

In the end, he concluded: "We can't wait any longer, comrades! Now is the time for us to act, we must immediately overthrow the corrupt Tsarist government and establish a state belonging to the proletariat! !"

Mu Yuan followed closely and made a supplementary report on the current situation, and formally put forward the revolutionary program of "all power belongs to the Bolsheviks", clearly stating that the Bolsheviks would not share the fruits of the revolution with any other political party.