The cold wind whined, blowing a red flag hanging in front of the gate of the Putilov factory; The clouds that had been hanging over St. Petersburg for many days began to gradually dissipate, revealing the long-lost red sun and glow.

Under the leadership of the Bolsheviks, the strike spread throughout the factory in just one morning. The flood of tens of thousands of workers broke the resistance of the overseers who had once been arrogant and commanding in front of them, and poured into the towering office building, which was not commensurate with the surrounding factory workshops, ready to ask the factory leaders for an explanation. However, when they saw the sumptuous furnishings and extravagant scenery, the surging flames in their breasts were instantly as uncontrollable as a volcanic eruption: they toiled on the hunger line like pigs, dogs, and insects, while these people were so drunk and dreaming of unbridled pleasure!

In a matter of moments, the workers were screaming and spreading across the main building, kicking the locked doors open with a loud bang, rushing into the rooms and beating the top management of the factories. Some fat-headed and big-eared high-ranking officials also tried their best to put on an awe-inspiring and inviolable posture in a vain attempt to deter the intruding crowd with military and police, but when the workers saw the palace-like room in front of them, which was several times more luxurious than the hall, the bitter anger in their hearts had already overpowered the fear; Where is the slightest concern of the Bolsheviks in the midst of their shouts? After a burst of pig-like wails, these people became cripples with more breath and less breath, and several executioners who were usually powerful and blessed were beaten to death by angry workers, and the fat corpses lying on the ground like dead pigs made every worker happy.

In less than an hour. The entire Putilov factory was completely controlled by the striking crowd. Face the overseers and factory bosses who are tied up with five flowers. The Russian workers, however, could not help but feel a sense of uncertainty about the future: the anger that had been stored in them for many years was vented. The reactionary exploiters who once rode on their heads have become trembling ants in the wake of public anger. But what do they do next? The sanctimonious factory directors were not wrong about their threats before the Fufa, and the military police would soon brutally suppress their strikes; At that point, how can I save the fruits of the current strike?

The confusion of the Russian workers did not last long. The gates of the Putilov factory were slowly opened, and loud cheers erupted from the crowd of Bolshevik party members; Kolev, who was facing the punches and kicks of one of the overseers who bullied him the most on weekdays, subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see that the group had entered the accused office building surrounded by countless workers, and at the same time, all the workers were gathering in the square in front of the office building. Seeing this, Kolev couldn't help but freeze in place. He habitually looked at Boris, the old worker next to him, but found that the latter's face was already full of tears and excitement.

"Uncle Boris, what's going on?" Kolev touched his body and asked suspiciously.

Boris did not answer immediately, but grabbed Kolev's hand and converged in the direction of the flow of people; In the latter's constant questioning, he finally calmed down and said to Kolev in a tone full of irrepressible joy: "It's Comrade Ulyanov, Comrade Ulyanov has finally returned!" He is the leader of our Bolshevik Party, the savior of the working class in all Russia, and you will see him soon! ”

The wind is howling. The sun is bright and abundant. Kolev ran forward with Boris, and when he was still more than 50 meters away from the office building, he could no longer squeeze a step forward. A sour smell of sweat permeated the air. But no one paid any attention to this situation caused by the overcrowding. A short time later, a middle-aged man in a trench coat appeared on the second-floor balcony of the office building, with a smile of relief on his simple face, and constantly waved his hat at the cheering Bolsheviks below. Seeing the kind smile on the middle-aged man's face, somehow, Kolev suddenly surged out a strong emotion that moved his heart: even if the other party wanted to lead him to hell, he would not hesitate to rush forward!

"Comrades workers of Putilov, I am Vladimir? Ilyich? Ulyanov, the leader of the Russian Bolshevik Party, was also the number one political enemy in exile on the tsarist government's wanted list! ”

The majestic voice sounded in this piece of heaven and earth, and there was a feeling of vicissitudes and heavy feelings. The Russian workers couldn't help but hold their breath and gaze eagerly at the figure of the middle-aged man on the balcony. Today, under the leadership of the Bolsheviks, they have done what they usually think about day and night, but dare not put into practice, and they have angrily knocked the exploiters to the ground; And what is before him is the leader of the party, who will certainly guide himself further and achieve the happiness and victory that truly belongs to the workers!

As the leader of the Bolshevik Party, who had struggled from the bottom and had been in rebellion for more than 20 years, the middle-aged man was not only familiar with the situation and situation of the oppressed workers, but also undoubtedly had reached the point of perfection in his oratorical ability: he was silent, ridiculed, or roared, and his every word was like a wedge into the hearts of the workers below. In just a few minutes, the feelings of the tens of thousands of workers downstairs were completely mobilized, and they straightened their backs, their eyes showing unprecedented anger and clarity.

“…… We, the workers of the Putilov plant, have a heart of courage and resistance that is not willing to be bullied. I remember that in the winter of nine years ago, it was the workers of our Putilov factory, who, unable to cope with the tyranny of the tsarist government, took the lead in making a courageous strike and for the first time made our own voices heard. In the course of several months, the Russian landscape rallied in response to the formation of a monstrous flame against hunger and slavery, and the Putilov workers, who sounded the clarion call for the first time, will forever be remembered in the history of the proletarian revolution. ”

"Why, then, after nine years, are we back to being enslaved like cattle and horses? Why do we have to work 14 hours a day with little to no rest? Why do we get so low wages that we can't even survive? Why are we still beaten and beaten by those reactionary overseers? Workers, have you ever wondered what the reason for this is? ”

The breeze blew, and the square where tens of thousands of people gathered was so quiet that you could hear the pins falling. Every Russian worker was stunned by the middle-aged man's repeated questioning, and his heart entered a whole new territory that he had never been exposed to before. Yes, I had already won an acceptable situation through the guò strike, but why was I now forced to the death line where I had to resist?

"The fundamental reason for this situation lies in the fact that the tsarist government today is an out-and-out bureaucratic comprador exploitation group!" The middle-aged man shouted in the silence, shaking the confused and chaotic hearts of the Russian workers like Huang Zhong Dalu.

"It is precisely because this government is a criminal force brought together by big bureaucrats, big capitalists, big landlords, and a gang of filthy hooligan lackeys that they continue to extract the wealth and blood belonging to our working people because of their instinct to exploit blood! If we were to make just ordinary strikes, then these hateful crows and vultures, after a brief exorcism, would come back again and brutally peck at our flesh; Our miserable life in the last six months is the truest reflection of this situation. And only by completely overthrowing the criminal exploiting clique headed by the Tsar and establishing a proletarian regime that truly belongs to the workers can we truly and forever breathe freedom under the sun! Accompanied by the deafening words of the middle-aged man, the Russian workers suddenly opened, and everyone looked clear as if they had been reborn, and there was no longer the confusion and heaviness of the past.

“…… Comrades workers, why do you work like animals every day and get only a meager salary that is not even sustainable? And why do those executives and elites enjoy a life of extreme luxury without labor? I want to ask you, from whom did they exploit their wealth? As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, tens of thousands of workers under him roared like a landslide and tsunami: "Ours! Our! ”

The middle-aged man looked at this spectacular scene of thousands of roars with satisfaction, and said loudly with all his strength: "Now is the time for us to blow the horn of war against these bloodsuckers!" ”

The hour-long speech quickly passed, and the enthusiastic Russian workers, full of revolutionary fury, raised the bright red sickle and hammer banner at the gate of the Putilov factory. This marked the evolution of the movement from a strike against taxation to another revolutionary act to bring down the tsarist regime. The able-bodied workers were quickly assembled, and the Bolsheviks were issued with guns and ammunition, and an armed force of nearly 3,000 men was quickly formed. The Bolsheviks played the role of backbone and commander in it, and Frunze became the direct commander of this force. After a hasty breakfast, the gun-carrying workers poured out of the factory gates with the crowd and headed for the town hall and the Winter Palace.

In order to gain as much popular support as possible, the Bolsheviks also systematically put forward their own program of governance, including a series of statements such as ending the war, cracking down on the crooked merchants, confiscating the land of the landlords, and introducing the eight-hour working day. In this statement, all classes, with the exception of the princely magnates, the lackeys of the Imperial Russia, and the big capitalist landlords, could see in it the benefits of their participation in the revolution. And this hand has also proved to be absolutely correct and crucial decision.

The citizens of St. Petersburg, who had long been tormented by the presumptuousness of the hoarders and the secret police, joined in the workers' rush and the procession snowballed. And even the military and police, who maintained order, withdrew their guns on the crowd under the prior infiltration of the Bolshevik Party and the active persuasion of the present. Most of their men were also from humble backgrounds, and the ideas implemented by the Bolsheviks were even more conducive to their future situation. (To be continued......)

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