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

His speech was powerful: "Our revolution is the most thorough, not only for the Russian proletariat, but also for the freedom and liberation of the proletariat of the world!"

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A young man who participated in the meeting watched everything with a serious look and excitement, his eyes shining with reverence and enthusiasm.

His hands never stopped moving, his pen fell on the paper, recording every important moment.

On the simple notebook cover, there is a gorgeous pattern embroidered with a sickle and a hammer intertwined, symbolizing the unity of workers and peasants.

Below the brightly colored pattern, there are a few lines of poetry:

“Last night, atop the crumbling mountaintop;

The roses drooped, wild and red.

She raised the shield to the pale moon disk;

We raise our clenched fists to pay tribute to the nameless dead

Say our vows:

“Comrades, fight for freedom and the future world;

Whoever dies for us will be immortal!"

The young man's cheeks were flushed, as if he had drunk strong alcohol, and his head was shaking with excitement.

He recorded everything faithfully, writing down everything he saw and heard in this small notebook.

The young man's name is Edgar Lingyi, and he is a Yan ethnic group member who grew up in America.

When he was young, he was brave and adventurous, with a different tenacity and curiosity from his peers. When he was 6 years old, Ling Yi went to a city far away from home to play alone. He got lost while walking, but he didn't cry. When the police sent him home, facing his mother's criticism, he said firmly: "I want to taste the taste of adventure."

When he was a child, he was very naughty. Once, he took his brother to climb a mountain. When he saw a beautiful butterfly, he chased it and chased it until he reached the top of the mountain, scaring his brother who was waiting at the bottom of the mountain to tears. When he was 8 years old, Ling Yi started to catch sparrows and flies. After catching them, he dissected them and learned from his grandfather to become a "little surgeon". At the age of 10, he was already a good swimmer and even wanted to swim across the bay.

Ling Yi's family is very wealthy. It is said that his ancestors were royal family of Dayan. After coming to America, they gained a foothold through some exchanges of interests. By the time of his grandfather's generation, his family was already well-known in the local area and could be said to be extremely prominent.

Because of his prominent birth, Ling Yi could be said to be a dandy boy at first. He was rich and experienced, and traveled around America after graduating from high school.

What changed him was an experience of contracting an illness.

During his travels, he contracted a severe case of influenza and nearly died, and was taken to a sanatorium in New York State by his grandfather for treatment.

There, rich and poor patients are treated differently by the hospital. The former can get good medical care, while the latter can only rely on cheap drugs to survive.

This gave him a great shock. He was born at the end of most people's lives and he had never thought that life could be measured by money and that a person's life could be so cheap.

This made the belief of the desire for equality for all germinate in his heart for the first time, and he deeply realized:

“There are two different kinds of diseases in the world, one is the disease of the rich, and the other is the disease of the poor. The disease of the rich is a real disease, while the disease of the poor is just a disease of poverty.”

After this, he seemed to have completely changed.

He began to study everything seriously, especially photography and medical techniques.

He not only wanted to learn how to cure diseases and save lives, but also wanted to record the tragic world that was ignored by everyone.

Before the outbreak of the World War, he was studying in Austria, but by chance he met Ivanovich, who was in exile in Austria at the time, and was converted into a Bolshevik. After the outbreak of the World War, he followed Ivanovich to Tsarist Russia, where he openly carried out legal activities as a journalist, and secretly served as one of the editors of the organization's secret newspapers, assisting the organization in publishing secret newspapers.

And today, this young reporter attended the conference as a young party representative.

When Vladimir talked about his revolutionary plans, he would not take his eyes away for a moment and carefully recorded every word.

Vladimir's speech was like a solid, well-built building. Everything in the building was properly placed, everything was simple, and solidly built with cement. Ling Yi couldn't help but be deeply attracted by the iron logic, his enthusiasm and self-confidence, and his outstanding ideas.

When Mu Yuan put forward the revolutionary program of "all power belongs to the Bolsheviks", his heart beat even faster.

Mu Yuan's speech was also extremely persuasive, with simple and clear arguments, short and popular words, no affectation, and no dizzying gestures designed to deepen the audience's impression. However, it possessed an invincible logical force that gripped the audience tightly, moved them step by step, and finally captured them all.

Ling Yi was also captured. He was overjoyed, his heart was surging, and his excitement was beyond words! !

After the meeting, he closed his notebook, took a deep breath, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

He was convinced that this was not just a meeting, but a great turning point that would change history!

He made up his mind that he would record it all and let all the oppressed people in the world know it all!

He wants to write a book called "Red Star Over Soviet Russia"!

He wrote the following words in the preface of the reserved book, on the title page of his notes.

“The train will always arrive at the next station, and the wheel of history will roll forward without stopping.

The people will inevitably use their own hands to overthrow this old world that oppresses and exploits them, and then use their hardworking and beautiful hands to build a brand new, bright, glorious and beautiful new world! "

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three Body: Chapter 131 Aurora's cannon fires, ushering in the dawn of the world's proletariat

Wearing hats with bright red flags painted on them, the soldiers stood quietly on the steep river bank.

The northern city was sleeping in a dream, the sky above was low and dark, the city streets were empty, and the bell tower in the distance was watching in silence.

Dozens of guns on the Aurora were aimed at the target - the Winter Palace!

In the east wind night, flowers and trees are bloomed, and the stars are like rain.

The roar of artillery fire seemed to have sounded some signal, and the flames suddenly awakened the sleeping city!

The earth-shaking sound of artillery split the night sky, and the shells cut through the sky, declaring war on the old world with devastating force!

Listen! That is the roar of the workers and soldiers. They gather from all directions, the weapons in their hands flashing in the firelight. Their anger is like an erupting volcano, and they will rumble and destroy the old world!

"Comrades, follow me, charge!!"

Hua Xiongmao, one of the political commissars of the Workers' Red Guards, waved his hands and roared, his voice like thunder, echoing in the deafening artillery fire and chaotic noise.

"Kill these guys!!!"

Every word he roared was like a hammer hitting the soldiers' hearts, making the anger in their hearts burn even more fiercely!

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and his body was as agile as a tiger. He knocked down the Tsar's armed gendarmes one after another.

However, the Tsar's guards guarding the Winter Palace were the elite among the elite. After their positions were partially destroyed by a round of artillery fire from the Aurora, they quickly rebuilt their positions and organized a counterattack. Their gunfire was dense and accurate, and bullets swept over like raindrops.

The Chinese Panda...

"Who cares? I just want to kill you guys!!"

The Chinese panda was not afraid at all, with fanatical light flashing in his eyes, and every shout seemed to carry endless anger and hatred.

He rushed forward, seemingly completely ignoring the flying bullets and exploding flames.

"Hua Xiongmao...are you not even afraid of death now?"

Mu Yuan was always observing the situation on the battlefields. Seeing Hua Xiongmao's brave and fearless attitude, he nodded slightly.

But when he saw that the gendarmes not only did not flee but also dared to organize a counterattack, he frowned and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He commanded the artillery, aiming at the positions of the Winter Palace gendarmes.

The artillerymen moved quickly and skillfully. They were the most elite troops trained by Mu Yuan and were able to quickly estimate the route of the shells based on firing tables and functions.

They quickly adjusted the angle of the muzzle, loaded the shells, aimed at the target, and fired!

Suddenly, huge cannon fire rang out on the battlefield again, as if the whole earth was shaking.

The shells whizzed towards the enemy's positions, and the flames of the explosions shone in the night sky, as if countless stars were falling, like dazzling lightning.

The high walls of the Winter Palace seemed extremely fragile in the shaking. The gendarmes' positions quickly collapsed under this round of fierce artillery bombardment. Thick smoke and flames rose up, and the gendarmes fled in all directions in the shock wave of the explosion.

"Rush!!"

Hua Xiongmao shouted loudly, and the soldiers followed closely behind him. Their faces looked firm and resolute in the firelight, like an unstoppable torrent, advancing towards victory.

This time, the Tsar’s gendarmerie was completely frightened. The positions they had originally held were completely destroyed by artillery fire, and their will collapsed.

Seeing their defense line completely broken, the surviving gendarmes had fear written all over their faces, and they no longer had the courage to continue resisting.

"I surrender!" a tsarist gendarme shouted loudly, and then threw his weapon to the ground. Seeing this, other gendarmes followed suit, discarded their weapons, raised their hands, and surrendered.

So, the Red Guards quickly rushed forward, captured the Winter Palace, and arrested the singing and dancing Tsar Nicholas II and his relatives.

In the subsequent workers' makeshift court, they will be publicly tried and sentenced to death.

The events in the Winter Palace were just a microcosm of the revolution in the city of St. Petersburg.

Elsewhere, armed workers and insurgent soldiers quickly captured important locations between cities, including railways, post offices, telegraph stations, banks, etc.

The preparations for the revolution were sufficient, and the new workers' regime easily took control of the entire city. Many residents who were awakened by the artillery fire carefully walked out of their homes after the artillery fire stopped and saw bright red flags flying over the Winter Palace, as if heralding the arrival of a new era.

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Moscow...

As the commander of the Second Army of the Red Guards, Lyudmila Muyuan led her troops here to capture the second capital of Tsarist Russia.

From a God's perspective, she knew the situation on each battlefield clearly.

She began the most difficult micro-management, using a single point to break the surface, using a small number to defeat a large number, dividing and encircling, and coordinating infantry and artillery. Her command was like that of a precise conductor, with every order being accurate and every action being linked together.

"Platoon 131, outflanking from the eastern street! Platoon 213, occupy the bridgehead and cut off their retreat..." She calmly and decisively issued orders down to the grassroots military units such as the platoons. Various tactics were like strokes of genius. Every step was planned in detail and every detail was considered with extreme precision.

Under her command, the armed workers acted quickly and orderly, as if guided by God. They captured the enemy's important strongholds one by one at lightning speed, cut through the enemy's defense line, and annihilated them one by one.

The sounds of gunfire and artillery fire in the city, the shouts of the soldiers and the screams of the enemy mixed together to form a heroic symphony.

Under her leadership, the Second Army of the Red Guards was like a sharp long knife, stabbing fiercely into the heart of the enemy, quickly capturing the enemy's command center and successfully capturing Moscow.

The fate of the city was completely changed on this day. The Bolshevik flag fluttered in the wind high above the city, symbolizing the victory of the proletariat.

Mu Yuan stood at the highest point of the city, overlooking the land baptized by war.

Her voice was particularly clear and powerful in the silence after the battle: "Comrades, we have won!"

The cheers of the soldiers instantly resounded throughout the city. They raised their weapons high, hugged each other, and their eyes sparkled with tears of excitement. Everyone's face was filled with a smile of victory, and their cheers rose and fell, as if to shatter the entire sky.

"We won!!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, their voices filled with endless joy and excitement. The young soldiers high-fived each other, while the old soldiers hugged each other and patted each other on the back.

They waved flags, jumped, cheered, and fully released the joy of the moment.

This is a great victory for the Russian working class, this is the dawn of the proletariat of the whole world!

Dark Forest: Liberating the Three-Body Problem: Chapter 132: Theory of Continuing Revolution and Withdrawing from World War

In a conference room in St. Petersburg, the first meeting of the Central Committee of Soviet Russia was in full swing.

A simple and eye-catching red banner was hung on the wall of the conference room, with the words "Workers of the world, unite!" written in gold. Light came in from the window, illuminating the documents and notebooks on the table, adding a touch of solemnity to the serious atmosphere.

The meeting mainly discussed military issues.

Vladimir presided over the meeting. His voice was deep and powerful: "The first question is whether to sign a peace agreement with Germany."

There was silence in the meeting room, and the air seemed to be filled with tension.

After a moment, several members voted on the proposal by raising their hands.

3 votes in favor, 1 votes against, and 1 abstentions.

The opponent was Ivanovich Bukharin.

He shook his head firmly, looked around, stood up, and said in a steady and powerful voice: "I still want to say my opinion. I do not agree to peace talks with Germany."

With a determined look in his eyes, he continued: "We should continue the war and promote the outbreak of revolution in Germany!"

Mu Yuan sat aside, frowning slightly.

He also stood up and confronted him.

"Bukharin, this is Trotsky's argument. Do you also agree with the so-called 'theory of permanent revolution'?"

Trotsky’s famous theory is the “theory of permanent revolution”, which seems to make sense but is very misleading.

In his article "What is Continuous Revolution", he put forward the idea of "continuous revolution".

"...the dictatorship of the proletariat, which has come to power as the leader of the democratic revolution, will inevitably and quickly face tasks the solution of which cannot but involve the most serious infringement of the property rights of the bourgeoisie. The democratic revolution grows directly into the socialist revolution and thus into the permanent revolution."

This is his view of "permanent revolution", which holds that the "democratic revolution" will naturally grow into the "socialist revolution".

Some people would make a mild comment on this, believing that he overestimated the spontaneity of the revolution, that "direct growth" was unrealistic, and that the theory was problematic.