I am a tutor/Terra transcriber in Terra, but the enlightenment stream

The Integration Movement has branches in many places, but most of these branches are formed spontaneously, are small in scale, and many are not recognized by the headquarters.

Even the Longmen branch was only recognized a few months ago, and only officers were sent, not cadres.

This city in Yanguo can be regarded as the country's economic center. It is powerful and relatively tolerant. The integration movement developed with a blind eye under the watchful eyes of the authorities.

As the situation in Chernobog became tense, the only officer in the Longmen branch was about to be transferred.

This morning was a farewell day, there was no grand scene, so Reid chose a small shop, which was delicious and cheap.

There was only one person who came to see him off, an old friend. She was the one who contacted him on the first day he came to Chernobog.

He found a random wooden table and sat down, and started waiting for someone, looking around from time to time.

For this small stall, there is an endless stream of greedy diners. It doesn’t matter if the table is full. People who are not familiar with each other can still gather together in twos and threes and chat about what happened there and how well they had yesterday—— No matter how many times I watch this kind of excitement, I will always be moved.

Jiu didn't let Red wait any longer and arrived just when the fishballs were served.

He glanced at the woman wearing a fox mask and felt bad luck in her heart. On the surface, she still pretended not to notice anything, and left after serving the food.

"I still suggest you change to a more low-key mask...or don't wear a mask at all."

"No," Jiu picked up the chopsticks and started eating directly. It was very hot, and he could only swallow and whine in his mouth. After swallowing with difficulty, he continued: "What will happen to Longmen if you leave?"

"give it to you."

"I don't have the status of your officer."

"So I've applied for you," Red smiled proudly, "but it's up to you whether you can pass."

"You have to choose your intention well, and your ability is also very important. Like me, I was promoted after only working for three months."

Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it Mr. Patriot who is lacking someone?"

"Ahem... you can't just make me happy for a while."

"Let's wait and see when you become the minister," Jiu Yinling smiled. No matter what, she was very happy to be given this opportunity.

Red is a good person, but his code name was poorly obtained. He was called "Red Knife", which was very tacky.

After finishing the meal in a few minutes, it was almost time to say goodbye.

"This is for you. Just finish writing the form and take it to the branch office." Reid took out a book with a form inside: "Have more confidence in yourself. The Longmen branch can become the first branch of the integration movement." Ministry, this cannot be done without you."

"I hope so," Jiu joked, "If I become a leader, I'm curious what you will call me then."

"Impossible." Reid rejected it flatly.

He knew Jiu was joking, but he still answered seriously.

"You don't understand, Jiu," Reid shook his head, "As long as you have seen him, even just a glance, even just a back view, you will not have such an idea."

"……yes?"

A trace of loneliness flashed across Jiu's eyes, but it was quickly covered up.

Reid calmed down and pointed to the book in her hand: "The organization has relaxed its control over books, but this is the first version of the Yanguo version."

"It's not a translation, it's the original version he wrote in Yanguo language."

"yes."

She was very happy and did not hide her joy, holding the book tightly.

The two chatted for a few minutes and finally parted.

Jiu returned to the stronghold, locked himself in the room, lay down at the table and read.

It is indeed the Yanguo version, titled "The Bolshevik Manifesto".

I heard "Red Knife" mention this book a long time ago, but I haven't been able to get it yet.

When you open the book, the first thing you notice is not the content, but the "Integrated Sports Officer Application Form".

The first question, "Are you infected?" - Of course write "yes".

The second was less simple: “Why did you join the Integration Movement?”

Jiu filled in many answers, but these answers were eventually crossed out one by one.

Why join the Integration Movement?

At first, it seemed that he was really desperate. He became an infected person and saw the true appearance of this land - Chen Huijie was Wei Yanwu's niece, but she was nothing.

"L" is both magical and great. He can openly fight in Ursus and increase his power. The future blueprint he drew even Jiu, who is not from Ursus, is yearning for it. Reid once I have said that as long as I see him, I can't help but follow him.

Many years have passed, and gradually I have been assimilated, coming in with hatred and investing with ideals.

Jiu envied Red that he had met "L", a nobody from Longmen who probably would never have a chance in her life.

Putting away the memories, she wrote briefly on the paper: "We have a common ideal."

Next comes the third and final question.

"Please write a message to the auditor."

I don’t have anything to say, but if you insist on saying it, then just write it...

Jiu picked up his pen and wrote a few paragraphs in Yanguo language.

"Hello, I am Jiu, a native of Yan country, an ordinary infected person. I worked in the Longmen Guards Bureau a long time ago."

"Maybe you don't know the city of Longmen. In fact, I only really realized it a few years ago. It's hard to describe. It's like the world is turned upside down. Your faith collapses in an instant, and the place you love is occupied by filth."

"At that time, I only wanted revenge, but fortunately, the integration movement taught me to think about revenge, and Mr. 'L' taught me that one person's tragedy can not only make others cry, but can also reunite the victims of tragedy tragedy."

"If I say who changed me, I think it must be 'L'. Even if I fail this time, I will not leave Longmen and leave the infected here."

"I'll do what 'L' did here, until the Great Flame wipes me out."

"I don't have much to say, sorry."

After finishing writing, Jiujiang sealed the form and handed it to the Longmen branch's only exclusive transport plane.

The transport plane is an Ursus military drone. It is small and very fast, so it can only be used to transport small items such as letters.

There is a high probability that you will not pass, but it doesn’t matter, there will be a next time and a next time.

Jiu waited at the stronghold for the drone to return.

Not long after, it flew back that evening.

The reply was also written in Yanguo, with beautiful handwriting.

"Nine, hello, first of all I want to say sorry to you. You cannot be a director of the integration movement."

The first sentence is like this, no surprise.

It would be false to say that he was not disappointed, but he was still a little bit disappointed. Jiu continued to read, and the disappointment disappeared.

"Please forgive me. I am probably the only person in the Integrated Movement Headquarters who can understand Yanguo. I am 'L'. Strictly speaking, I am not a member of the Integrated Movement."

"Your watch is very good, Jiu. I have heard your name. Before the formal interview, you will be the general person in charge of Longmen affairs."

"Be bold and do it. Tragedy is not terrible. Death is not the end for those of us, despair is."

"I already remember your name, come on, Nine."

Chapter 45 The dice has been thrown

"Usus has made no secret of its brutal and shameless crimes. The workers' resistance and their spirit will be buried by the bourgeoisie. In the eyes of the emperor, the people are just pawns in this struggle."

——"Bolshevik Manifesto (Ussian Edition)" (Preface)

Fyodor's eyes were bloodshot and he stared at the book in his hand:

"The Bolsheviks did not bother to conceal their views and intentions and openly declared that our goals can only be achieved by violent overthrow of the entire existing social system."

"Let the ruling class - the emperor and the old and new aristocrats - tremble in the face of the revolution. The infected - the proletarians - all the oppressed people will lose only their chains in this revolution, and what they will gain will be the entire world."

He stared at it for more than half an hour.

"Witt, have they declared war on Ursus?"

"I think so, Your Majesty."

"Then kill, kill them all, leave no one behind!"

The emperor lost his composure. Although he tried his best to remain calm, the deep fear was still difficult to hide. The crazier he became, the more frightened he became.

Fyodor was afraid.

From the first workers' uprising, Ursus was heading towards the abyss.

The Bolshevik Manifesto, the Integral Movement, the "L", they wanted to destroy the foundations of imperial rule.

Witte had always had little faith in the country, and he still had little faith in it.

He picked up the book that the emperor had thrown away and looked at the parts that had not been torn out:

"Due to the fragmentation and individual differences in the land of Terra, all movements in the past were movements of a few people, or movements that benefited a few people."

"The theory of the strong is a major source of social distortion in Terra. Some people insist that the so-called 'princes, generals, and prime ministers have their own kind' are actually just to defend the legitimacy of their exploitative rule."

"From the perspective of the development of civilization, a civilization that does not pursue the law of the jungle can last for a long time. Society should return to normal. The strong should be a weapon to protect the weak, not a sharp knife to pierce the weak. Our movement belongs to the vast majority of people and is absolutely An independent movement for the benefit of the majority.”

“The lower strata of today’s society cannot raise their heads and puff out their chests without blowing up the entire upper strata that make up official society.”

I didn’t read the second half because it was no longer necessary.

Now that this book has been published, Terra will not be peaceful in the next ten, 50, or even 100 years until one side is completely destroyed.

Ursus was just lucky enough to be the first bird on the muzzle.

"Your Majesty, it's already the fourth day." Witte reminded in a low voice.

Four days had passed since the publication of the Bolshevik Manifesto, and the workers were now eerily quiet.

Not long ago, there were still more or less organized groups making trouble all over the country.

Feodor could not count the number of troops sent to so many cities to suppress the riots.

Holy Castle is already at its wits' end.

Then take one step at a time.

The emperor closed his eyes and painfully signed his name on the secret edict.

"Order the [-]st and [-]th armies entrenched around Chernobog to seize control of Chernobog. If they encounter resistance, confront them until the other party fires first."

Werther remained silent and picked up the edict to hold a regular meeting, although the result would not change.

War seemed inevitable.

"But I'm sure of victory." Black Snake smiled coldly.

Luo Ya felt heavy: "I hope your mouth will be so confident by then."

"Are you afraid of failure?"

"I'm afraid I'm sorry for the death of so many people."

"Yes, that's the kind of person you are." Black Snake laughed again, and Loya, feeling irritated, blocked it directly.

The study room regained its tranquility.

After receiving the message, Shining pushed the door open and said, "Sir, it's time for you to move."

"It's not time yet," Loya shook his head and spread out the map in front of him, "I have to stay here, and I have to let all of them know that I am still here."

"Lyudmila will come over later and tell her for me to inform Tallulah that the integration movement is ready for war mobilization."

"I see."

Shining nodded.

Another corner of Chernobog, the city gate.

Red just came back and noticed something was wrong in the city at a glance.

This is an area controlled by the Fourth Army. There should be military patrols, but there were none today, and Absinthesia's inspection team didn't know where they were.

Since there was no one accompanying him and he didn't bring any equipment for convenience, Reid has been offline for the past few days and doesn't know what happened.

The city was still a dead city, so he decided to knock on the door and ask about the situation. Although he knew that no one would open the door, he had to try.

After finding a room that looked occupied, Reid tapped rhythmically: