German Red Prince

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At six o'clock in the morning, the red flag was raised in Fuzhou, announcing the success of the revolution.

At 6:15 a.m., a telegram was sent out, and the entire province responded, accepting the administration of the revolutionary government.

The revolutionary government was led by Li Jishen, with Jiang Guangnai as commander-in-chief, Cai Tingkai as deputy commander-in-chief and army commander, and Zhou Enlai as director of the political department.

Upon learning the news, Sun Chuanfang smashed her favorite vase that very day.

"Sir, what do we do?"

Shangguan Yunxiang, who was still on his way, also learned of the news and pondered it for a moment.

"Let's go back and wait for the commander's orders."

"Yes! All teams, rear ranks move to front ranks, move out!"

Fuzhou has already changed hands, so he won't gain much advantage by going there now.

Chapter Thirteen International Brigades

The Northern Expedition has been underway for nearly a month, during which the revolutionary army has made rapid progress.

With the success of the Fuzhou Uprising, Fujian, as the second base area of ​​the revolutionary army at that time, had a broad mass base.

Therefore, various regions responded one after another, and most areas of Fujian announced that they had joined the Northern Expeditionary Front and supported the revolution.

At this time, the main streets of Guangzhou were packed with people. This was the most bustling time in the city since the revolutionary army set off on the Northern Expedition.

"You want to sign up as a volunteer? Tell me about your special skills." A bespectacled sergeant asked from a table, as the long line stretched all the way to the door.

“My name is Peng Pai. I studied in France and know some French, English and German,” the young man replied.

"Oh?"

The officer adjusted his glasses, looked up at him, and asked with a hint of joking, "Whose son are you? You know people die on the battlefield."

These days, most of those who have the money to study abroad are either rich or noble. The man in front of me looks handsome and has a scholarly air about him. I wonder which family's young master he is.

"I am not some rich kid, I am Chinese!"

The young man was somewhat agitated, "This is a time of national crisis, and today is the day to fight for justice and die for our country!"

The officer looked at him, remained silent for a moment, then stood up and saluted.

"Welcome to the team, comrade."

He flipped through the booklet. “You speak foreign languages, and our army urgently needs someone like you. So we’ve assigned you to the Third Battalion of the Comintern Support Brigade as an advisor, responsible for helping foreign friends understand certain situations. Would you be willing?”

"I am willing."

The young man replied, took the report, and went into the military camp.

"Wait a moment."

The officer suddenly called out to him, "I apologize for what I just said, I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

The young man turned back and waved to him, "Comrade, the revolution will surely triumph!"

“Remember, stay alert once we’re ashore. This isn’t Europe; there are many things we don’t know. Don’t cause any misunderstandings that could have a negative impact, understand?” Schevr said to his soldiers.

"Understood, Battalion Commander!" the soldier replied loudly.

"Put on some spirit! We can't afford to lose to the French and British when the time comes!"

"Yes!"

The 3rd Battalion in Chevre was somewhat special, as it consisted entirely of Germans.

They fled abroad for their ideals, and the German government has issued a ban on them, prohibiting them from ever entering Germany again. If they are caught, they will be executed by firing squad or hanging.

He lit a cigarette and gazed absently at the approaching city of Guangzhou.

"Battalion Commander, what are you thinking about?" a soldier beside him asked.

Schevr's thoughts were interrupted. He leaned on the railing and smiled. "It's nothing. I'm just a little envious of these Chinese people. They still have people who are able to fight for their ideals."

"Germany, my homeland. May you also soon walk towards the light."

The ship docked, and the soldiers disembarked from the cabin.

The port was packed with welcoming crowds, making the soldiers on board both excited and thrilled.

"Get yourselves together, lads! Let them see what the German military spirit is all about!"

Although Chevre was somewhat prepared, he was still shocked. The enthusiastic cheers that nearly capsized him as soon as they disembarked.

The soldiers who followed were the same; the enthusiastic atmosphere made them feel somewhat dizzy.

Peng Pai struggled to squeeze through the crowd, finally reaching the soldiers maintaining order with his crumpled certificate in hand.

"Comrade, I was sent here to guide the work," he said, struggling to breathe as he was jostled by the crowd.

The soldier maintaining order also managed to glance at him with difficulty.

"Go in, hurry...hurry..."

After much difficulty, a gap was finally created, and Peng Pai managed to squeeze in. However, the soldier nearly got knocked over by the excited crowd.

He moved between the various units and came to Schevr, first asking him in French.

"Are you from the Third Battalion? I am the Chinese advisor for the Third Battalion."

Schevr glanced at Peng Pai, extended his hand, and replied in French: “We are the Third Battalion of the Comintern Support Brigade – the German Battalion.”

"Hello. My name is Peng Pai."

Upon hearing that this was the German battalion, Peng Pai switched to German to reply.

"Oh, sir. Your German and French are so fluent."

Schevr switched to German to answer, and having an instructor fluent in both French and German made his job much easier.

"Young men, say hello to our Chinese advisors!" Schevr shouted, leading Peng Pai to the soldiers who were lined up.

The soldiers below immediately straightened their backs, stood at attention with their heels together, and raised their rifles, which were pressed against their trouser seams, to their shoulders, saluting Peng Pai.

Shevl also saluted Peng Pai.

"All 500 men in my battalion are present!"

"Ok!"

Peng Pai was so excited that he stammered a little, and Schevr smiled.

"Hey, Mr. Consultant. Don't be so tense, say something!"

Peng Pai took two deep breaths, looked at the soldiers who were staring at him, and cleared his slightly dry throat.

"Have unwavering faith in the beauty of life and maintain an optimistic attitude. Comrades, remember that the revolution is always invincible!"

At this time, Liao Zhongkai and a group of revolutionary officials were meeting with General Henry Roll Tangui, the commander-in-chief of the International Brigades.

The two sides had a friendly conversation, and Tangui was somewhat surprised when he learned that the Revolutionary Army was composed of both the CPC and the KMT.

Liao Zhongkai smiled and said, "Back then, Mr. Sun Yat-sen reorganized the KMT and established the three major policies of alliance with France, alliance with the Communists, and support for peasants and workers. Afterwards, the First National Congress of the Kuomintang was held, which established the cooperation between the KMT and the CPC."

The two parties worked together against imperialism and feudalism, promoting the Chinese revolution, and also achieved ideological, theoretical, and strategic unity.

The KMT and CPC can join each other as individuals, mutually supporting each other and working together to liberate all of China.

"Bless you, united Chinese people."

Thinking of the political parties in the country that share the same ideology yet fight against each other, Tangui admired the team in front of him even more.

“Gentlemen, how about we hold a joint military parade?” Tangui suggested.

"of course can."

Liao Zhongkai immediately agreed, as the second Northern Expeditionary force was about to depart. Holding a joint military parade would be a good way to boost morale.

"Line up!"

Ran Mingxu put on his military cap and quickly walked to the high platform, watching the troops below assemble urgently.

"Comrades, we'll be heading to the front lines tomorrow. We're much luckier than the first batch. The International Brigade just arrived today and is going to hold a joint military parade with us. We can go and see for ourselves."

Ran Mingxu waved his hand again, "Show some spirit, and don't let them look down on us Huangpu people! Let them see what a Huangpu soldier is, understand!"

"understand!"

The soldiers below shouted.

A main road was cleared, and citizens crowded on both sides. Liao Zhongkai accompanied Tanjui to stand on the parade platform.

"salute!"

Leading the way were the French troops, whose forces, sent by the French Commune, comprised more than half of the International Brigades. They consistently served as the vanguard, spreading the seeds of revolution throughout the world.

These men, in perfect military formation, marched forward in ranks. Many of them had participated in numerous revolutionary battles across various continents.

They fought in the Americas, in Europe, and in Africa. Now they have come to fight in Asia, and as one of the most steadfast in their revolutionary will, their faces are etched with determination.

Liao Zhongkai also paid his respects to the soldiers.

Britain's military was second only to France's in size. Although revolutionary Britain had lost the crown of the British Empire, it was now acting as torchbearers, spreading the flame of revolution across the continents.

People from many countries with ideals also go to Britain to study and further their education, which has earned it the reputation of being a lighthouse of the ocean.

Next up were the German troops, who resolutely left their homeland for their ideals, willingly bearing the stigma of traitors to fight around the world.

Although they were considered traitors, they retained the honor of German soldiers at heart and were an elite force of the International Brigades.

"Salute!" Schevr shouted.

"Stride! Stride! Stride!"

The soldiers marched past the reviewing stand in formation, making a series of loud noises, and stood at attention, their ranks filled with a sense of menace.

"They are indeed elites."

The revolutionary army officials couldn't help but praise it.

Next to enter are revolutionary soldiers. Although their equipment is not as good as that of the Comintern troops, they are just as full of spirit.

“This unit must have iron discipline,” Tangui praised.

He looked at Liao Zhongkai and said, “Back then, when I led my troops into Paris, who would have thought that the regular army of Paris would be defeated by my army composed of peasants and workers?”

Looking at the revolutionary army marching past in the distance, he said, "My unit back then, just like yours, had a strong belief in our hearts!"

After he finished speaking, he also gave a solemn salute.

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Exam tomorrow, full of classes the day after, so I'll post this Thursday night. (￣ε(#￣))

Chapter Fourteen: Hunan Youth

The moonlight shone down, and the summer night was so sultry.

Inside an earthen house, an oil lamp was still burning, its flame flickering.

The cool breeze blowing in from the window slightly relaxed his furrowed brows. He didn't have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead as he gripped the pen and wrote rapidly, afraid of missing a single question.

Zhao Caiying dragged his tired body into the village. He had visited eight villages today, which kept him very busy.

"Old Song, is there anything to eat? I'm starving."

Seeing that Old Song, who was cooking, was squatting at the kitchen door smoking, Zhao Caiying walked over and asked.

"There are noodles, go eat by yourself." Old Song didn't even look at him, squatting at the doorway, looking at the house in front of him and puffing on his cigarette.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Caiying sat on the ground with a bowl of noodles in her hand, slurping them down.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you," Old Song scolded, watching Zhao Caiying wolf down her food. Then he looked worried and said, "The Chairman hasn't come out all day and hasn't eaten. I even stewed a big bowl of his favorite braised pork."

"You haven't come out all day?" Zhao Caiying quickly finished the noodles in his bowl. "Why didn't you go and deliver the food?" he asked anxiously.

"Hey, what do you know?" Old Song slapped his thigh in frustration. "We went too, but the Chairman was still writing an article. I didn't dare to disturb him, so I thought I'd wait until he finished writing it before sending it in. Who knew it still wasn't finished?"

“What I write is not as important as eating. I’ll go deliver it!” Zhao Caiying stood up, went inside, took the pot out, and headed towards the front room.