Romanian Eagle

Time flies, and it soon comes to 1927. In this era of drastic changes in China, everything in Romania seems so peaceful and peaceful.

In the small town of Shpikov, 25 kilometers southeast of Vinnitsa, there lived a family. The male owner was Dolkov, a personable and elegant person, who was a teacher in the town school. Anyone in the town who has difficulty looking for him for help is also willing to help those who suffer from his small salary, so this Mr. Dolkov has a very good reputation in the town. And this Mr. Dolkov doesn't have many hobbies, and occasionally going out to hunt can be regarded as his hobby. So in the face of a benevolent person, no one doesn't like it.

Today, Dolkov is walking down the road wearing hunting gear and holding a hunting weapon.

"Mr. Dolkov, are you going hunting today?"

A woman who was busy with farm work in the field greeted loudly.

"Yes, Ms. Monico. I'm here to try my luck while I'm free."

Dolkov's answer made the working woman straighten her bucket-like waist and said cheerfully. "Mr. Dolkov really can talk. I can't be called a lady."

The husband who was working with the aunt said at this time. "The animals are hungry in spring, so hunting at this time can be dangerous."

"I don't necessarily have to hit the prey, I mainly want to relax." After Dolkov explained, he patted his shotgun. "I have this, but there is no danger."

After seeing Dolkov pointing his shotgun and saying that he was not afraid of danger, the farmer did not speak.

After Dolkov had dealt with the people at work, he walked along the path into the wilderness. Along the way, he observed the movements around him like a hunter, as if he wanted to find the traces of his prey.

Going forward in the wilderness is a physical task. While you need to clear the hunter trail covered by weeds, you need to observe the surrounding movement. When Dolkov walked to a grove in the wilderness, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was a little tired.

At this time, a figure appeared in the dense forest, Dolkov asked after seeing the figure clearly.

"Are all comrades here?"

"It's all here, just waiting for you, General Secretary."

That's right, this Dolkov is Karl Morley, general secretary of the Romanian Communist Party. No one thought that the general secretary of the Romanian Communist Party would hide in the countryside and teach.

And the grove in front of them was the stronghold of their secret gathering.

When Carl Morley pushed open the door of the cabin in the woods, nearly ten high-ranking Communist Party leaders in the house all stood up.

"General Secretary, you are here."

"General Secretary..."

Carl Morley shook hands with these revolutionary cadres who still adhered to their beliefs.

"Everyone has worked hard. I feel ashamed to let everyone come to this remote village to accommodate me alone."

"Don't say that, General Secretary, we all know the danger of the current White Terrorist Reign. Putting the meeting here is also to ensure the safety of the meeting."

The person who stood up and spoke was Silvato, the head of the Transylvania region. He joined the organization shortly after the founding of the party. He was appointed because of his outstanding ability and the influence of his family in the Transylvania region. for the leaders of the region. Under his leadership, the number of party members in Transiniva has grown significantly, from 127 people he took over to 418 at present. It needs to be explained here that Silvato is Hungarian, and 38% of the members of the current party organization there are also Hungarian.

"Okay, we won't talk about polite words. Tell me what tasks the organization needs to do in the new year."

With Karl Morley's words falling, it marked the beginning of the annual meeting of the Romanian Communist Party.

"Let me come first."

The speaker was a man dressed as a worker, whose name was Boggart, the leader of the Wallachia region.

"At present, the kingdom's spies have not relaxed their pursuit of us.

We also need to be among the workers to propagate ideas, and many comrades have already been arrested. Among them, there are also traitors. At present, the party organization has suffered a lot in the local area. Is it possible to consider more covert propaganda? "

Boggart's words attracted many people who felt the same way. "Last month, I was betrayed by a traitor. Fortunately, a comrade broke into the enemy's interior and risked his life to deliver the news, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here and have a meeting with everyone. It's a pity that this comrade was secretly arrested by the enemy. "

"It's the same on my side. Grassroots organizations have been continuously sabotaged by the secret police, and many comrades have been arrested."

Watching the situation slide in the direction of complaining, some people are not happy.

I saw Dokya, the leader of the Krishana region, stand up and accuse them angrily. "I think you are scared. The fact that the party organization is being swept away by these secret policemen shows that they are afraid of our party. We must show our determination not to submit to the rule of the evil government, and vow to fight the other party to the end. We Let the vast number of compatriots in the country see the hateful faces of these ruling classes."

As the only woman who attended the meeting, Dokya was the toughest member of the organization. And Krishana, where she is located, is also the area where the struggle is most intense.

It should be noted here that the Krishana region is the name of the vast area west of the Transiniva region to the Tisza River. Because there are more Hungarians in the area than Transylvania, Dokya, who is the most violent, is kept. These Hungarians have no identity with the Romanian government that oppresses them.

And Dokya's words seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest, and immediately incurred a counterattack.

"Do you think that every region is like yours, attacking officials and police to destroy phone lines. If we did this, we would have been caught by the secret police long ago. We need the support of the people, not hostility."

"It really doesn't hurt to talk, can it be the same everywhere?"

The words of the counterattack filled Dokya's eyes with anger, and just when she was about to attack, a voice calmed all the quarrels.

"Okay, listen to me."

He stopped Karl Morley, who might have a violent dispute, and said in his calm tone. "I know that you have some complaints about the unsmooth development of the organization in recent years. However, we must also see that our organization is still developing slowly even under the frantic sweep of the secret police. Of course, the situation in different places is different, so the speed of development is slow. There are differences. But our slow growth as an organization is beneficial in another way.”

When the people present heard General Secretary Karl Morley's words, they couldn't help but wonder, what is the benefit of slow development. He only said after seeing his words and everyone's attention.

"This also shows that our organization has been tested. At present, everyone who joins the party is a steadfast comrade and the seed of our future, so we not only have our own hopes, but also carry the expectations of our comrades. Therefore, the new Over the course of the year, we need to continue to grow the organization and make us known to more people, while also transforming it into our comrades."

"This is the responsibility of us communists. We are not fighting for ourselves, but for this country and the people."

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