6th Central Committee of The Communist Party of China

The 6th Central Committee of the Communist Party of China was in session from 1928 to 1945. It held seven plenary sessions in this period.

It had 23 members and 13 alternate members.

Its first plenary session elected the 6th Politburo of the Communist Party of China in Moscow in 1928.

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