Chapter 32: workers riot
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"We want bread!"
"We're going to work!"
"We want universal suffrage!"
"We need rest, sleep, and a nine-hour workday!"
The crowd from the cafe door shouted and vented their dissatisfaction in hysterical voices. The double blow of the railroad speculation and the failure of the Irish potato harvest made this already overwhelmed and destitute worker completely into hell. They didn't want to live in such a mess They don't want to go through the desperation of watching their children die of starvation, with a meal without a meal.
Since they (referring to the bureaucracy and the UK elite) say that all men are created equal.
Why can people in the West End be able to live without suffering from hunger and disease, but they can only curl up in dark corners to eat the leftover food of those people?
Is it really because they didn't work hard enough?
The world shouldn't be like this!
The ignorant class of the workers noticed the deception from London's high society, but they couldn't tell what was going on.
The simple class concept makes them believe that there must be people in this world who are willing to help them.
Now there is someone who is willing to "help" them, and he (members of the Chartist movement) tells them (workers) to fight for their rights, for bread and for work, and they have done part of what they promised [note 1] , they (referring to the workers) will also follow their (referring to the Charterists) command and strive for more rights for themselves.
The procession slowly advanced towards St. Martin's Church, and new workers continued to join their ranks on the way to St. Martin's Church.
A team that originally had only more than 100 people gradually expanded to more than 200 people.
Looking towards London Bridge from St. Martin's Church, you can also see many workers gathered together as if to cross London Bridge to the West End.
More than 30 police officers around St. Martin's Church couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they looked at the workers who were several times larger than them.
Those who are only equipped with smoothbore pistols are not the opponents of those people. Those "untouchables" who are slightly inferior to them only need to swarm them and tear them to pieces.
Several of the police officers almost ran away because of the pressure.
If it wasn't for more than a dozen regular police officers who entered at the right time.
The head of more than a dozen police officers is a fat man with a big belly. He wears a dark green system and wears a medal on his chest. He doesn't look like a qualified sheriff, but a man with no ink on his chest and no hands. A traditional noble who binds the power of chickens.
"Sir, what should we do now!" The police officer in charge of support looked at the mighty crowd and asked with some trepidation.
After the fat police officer looked at the mighty crowd in the distance, his expression was a little horrified. He glared fiercely at the policeman who wanted him to make up his mind.
Which **** told Lao Tzu that there were only a dozen or so demonstrators!
The one who was stared at by the fat policeman could only lower his head and not allow the fat policeman to look at each other.
Since he has come here, he must not let these "untouchables" break in rashly.
Otherwise, the nobles in the West End would have skinned him.
Thinking of the sullen eyes of the Metropolitan Police Commissioner, the fat policeman couldn't help shuddering.
"What else can I do!" The fat policeman gritted his teeth and whispered, "You must not let these guys in, otherwise, I will be finished!"
Pleasant to the eye, the fat policeman glanced at the regular policeman beside him and added: "I'm finished! You guys are having a hard time! Don't think I don't know what you do in your daily life, you bunch of scumbags, rice buckets, and villains. !"
The hearts of more than a dozen regular police officers could not help but feel tight. They were very aware of what they were doing on weekdays.
If the fat policeman really fell, they would not be better off.
Those colleagues who have not yet entered the system do not mind reporting their "crimes" to the Metropolitan Police Department to replace them.
"But, sir, our existing troops are simply not enough!"
"Don't worry, I'll report the situation here to the National Police Agency in a while! I believe they will continue to send more personnel, and besides, isn't there still them?" The fat policeman pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and others as a matter of course. "We add a total of more than 50 people, I can't believe that we can't stop those untouchables! Are they really not afraid of guns?"
Afterwards, the fat policeman pointed at the vigilante with his halberd arrogantly and said, "You all have to obey my orders now, do you understand?"
"That..." Jerome Bonaparte led Hamm to the front and said, "I'm just an innocent passerby, not a vigilante, so can you let me go!"
"No!" the fat policeman said roughly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Every resident has an obligation to stop this riot!"
The fat policeman caught in a nameless rage could not wait to break a person in half for use, how could it be possible for Jerome Bonaparte to leave. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte could only return to the team, holding the revolver pinned to his waist in his hand.
The parade team only had 5 minutes before they came to the stability maintenance brigade composed of vigilantes and police officers.
The fat policeman hiding behind the regular policeman looked at the group of workers with resentment and numbness in their eyes and said, "You pigs, untouchables, who let you participate in the parade! Who organized you! Your behavior is Betrayal of the United Kingdom, you are treasonous!"
The fat policeman's strategy of getting people first worked really well. Some workers couldn't help but take a small step back after hearing the word "treason".
A small-scale riot broke out among the more than 200 workers, and Jerome Bonaparte, one of the vigilantes, couldn't help shaking his head secretly.
Workers who have not undergone formalized military training are even inferior to a group of pigs in terms of discipline and combat effectiveness. Only when workers have undergone complete militarized training and become disciplined can they compete with the regular army.
In this extremely critical situation, the man standing at the front stepped forward and said: "We are useless and treasonous, and we are not willing to conflict with you! We just want to fight for the rights we deserve, and we have tried too much. They negotiated, but never heard back! In the end, we found that this was the only way to get them to value us!"
PS: 1. Thanks to the brief collapse of the old two parties in 1847, there was a brief confusion in the political arena of the United Kingdom. Charter petition. Although the 10-hour day bill was passed by the Crown Court, it did not fundamentally improve the interests of workers.
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"We want bread!"
"We're going to work!"
"We want universal suffrage!"
"We need rest, sleep, and a nine-hour workday!"
The crowd from the cafe door shouted and vented their dissatisfaction in hysterical voices. The double blow of the railroad speculation and the failure of the Irish potato harvest made this already overwhelmed and destitute worker completely into hell. They didn't want to live in such a mess They don't want to go through the desperation of watching their children die of starvation, with a meal without a meal.
Since they (referring to the bureaucracy and the UK elite) say that all men are created equal.
Why can people in the West End be able to live without suffering from hunger and disease, but they can only curl up in dark corners to eat the leftover food of those people?
Is it really because they didn't work hard enough?
The world shouldn't be like this!
The ignorant class of the workers noticed the deception from London's high society, but they couldn't tell what was going on.
The simple class concept makes them believe that there must be people in this world who are willing to help them.
Now there is someone who is willing to "help" them, and he (members of the Chartist movement) tells them (workers) to fight for their rights, for bread and for work, and they have done part of what they promised [note 1] , they (referring to the workers) will also follow their (referring to the Charterists) command and strive for more rights for themselves.
The procession slowly advanced towards St. Martin's Church, and new workers continued to join their ranks on the way to St. Martin's Church.
A team that originally had only more than 100 people gradually expanded to more than 200 people.
Looking towards London Bridge from St. Martin's Church, you can also see many workers gathered together as if to cross London Bridge to the West End.
More than 30 police officers around St. Martin's Church couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they looked at the workers who were several times larger than them.
Those who are only equipped with smoothbore pistols are not the opponents of those people. Those "untouchables" who are slightly inferior to them only need to swarm them and tear them to pieces.
Several of the police officers almost ran away because of the pressure.
If it wasn't for more than a dozen regular police officers who entered at the right time.
The head of more than a dozen police officers is a fat man with a big belly. He wears a dark green system and wears a medal on his chest. He doesn't look like a qualified sheriff, but a man with no ink on his chest and no hands. A traditional noble who binds the power of chickens.
"Sir, what should we do now!" The police officer in charge of support looked at the mighty crowd and asked with some trepidation.
After the fat police officer looked at the mighty crowd in the distance, his expression was a little horrified. He glared fiercely at the policeman who wanted him to make up his mind.
Which **** told Lao Tzu that there were only a dozen or so demonstrators!
The one who was stared at by the fat policeman could only lower his head and not allow the fat policeman to look at each other.
Since he has come here, he must not let these "untouchables" break in rashly.
Otherwise, the nobles in the West End would have skinned him.
Thinking of the sullen eyes of the Metropolitan Police Commissioner, the fat policeman couldn't help shuddering.
"What else can I do!" The fat policeman gritted his teeth and whispered, "You must not let these guys in, otherwise, I will be finished!"
Pleasant to the eye, the fat policeman glanced at the regular policeman beside him and added: "I'm finished! You guys are having a hard time! Don't think I don't know what you do in your daily life, you bunch of scumbags, rice buckets, and villains. !"
The hearts of more than a dozen regular police officers could not help but feel tight. They were very aware of what they were doing on weekdays.
If the fat policeman really fell, they would not be better off.
Those colleagues who have not yet entered the system do not mind reporting their "crimes" to the Metropolitan Police Department to replace them.
"But, sir, our existing troops are simply not enough!"
"Don't worry, I'll report the situation here to the National Police Agency in a while! I believe they will continue to send more personnel, and besides, isn't there still them?" The fat policeman pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and others as a matter of course. "We add a total of more than 50 people, I can't believe that we can't stop those untouchables! Are they really not afraid of guns?"
Afterwards, the fat policeman pointed at the vigilante with his halberd arrogantly and said, "You all have to obey my orders now, do you understand?"
"That..." Jerome Bonaparte led Hamm to the front and said, "I'm just an innocent passerby, not a vigilante, so can you let me go!"
"No!" the fat policeman said roughly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Every resident has an obligation to stop this riot!"
The fat policeman caught in a nameless rage could not wait to break a person in half for use, how could it be possible for Jerome Bonaparte to leave. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte could only return to the team, holding the revolver pinned to his waist in his hand.
The parade team only had 5 minutes before they came to the stability maintenance brigade composed of vigilantes and police officers.
The fat policeman hiding behind the regular policeman looked at the group of workers with resentment and numbness in their eyes and said, "You pigs, untouchables, who let you participate in the parade! Who organized you! Your behavior is Betrayal of the United Kingdom, you are treasonous!"
The fat policeman's strategy of getting people first worked really well. Some workers couldn't help but take a small step back after hearing the word "treason".
A small-scale riot broke out among the more than 200 workers, and Jerome Bonaparte, one of the vigilantes, couldn't help shaking his head secretly.
Workers who have not undergone formalized military training are even inferior to a group of pigs in terms of discipline and combat effectiveness. Only when workers have undergone complete militarized training and become disciplined can they compete with the regular army.
In this extremely critical situation, the man standing at the front stepped forward and said: "We are useless and treasonous, and we are not willing to conflict with you! We just want to fight for the rights we deserve, and we have tried too much. They negotiated, but never heard back! In the end, we found that this was the only way to get them to value us!"
PS: 1. Thanks to the brief collapse of the old two parties in 1847, there was a brief confusion in the political arena of the United Kingdom. Charter petition. Although the 10-hour day bill was passed by the Crown Court, it did not fundamentally improve the interests of workers.
"We want bread!""We're going to work!""We want universal suffrage!""We need rest, sleep, and a nine-hour workday!"The crowd from the cafe door shouted and vented their dissatisfaction in hysterical voices. The double blow of the railroad speculation and the failure of the Irish potato harvest made this already overwhelmed and destitute worker completely into hell. They didn't want to live in such a mess They don't want to go through the desperation of watching their children die of starvation, with a meal without a meal.Since they referring to the bureaucracy and the UK elite say that all men are created equal.Why can people in the West End be able to live without suffering from hunger and disease, but they can only curl up in dark corners to eat the leftover food of those people?Is it really because they didn't work hard enough?The world shouldn't be like this!The ignorant class of the workers noticed the deception from London's high society, but they couldn't tell what was going on.The simple class concept makes them believe that there must be people in this world who are willing to help them.Now there is someone who is willing to "help" them, and he members of the Chartist movement tells them workers to fight for their rights, for bread and for work, and they have done part of what they promised note 1 , they referring to the workers will also follow their referring to the Charterists command and strive for more rights for themselves.The procession slowly advanced towards St. Martin's Church, and new workers continued to join their ranks on the way to St. Martin's Church.A team that originally had only more than 100 people gradually expanded to more than 200 people.Looking towards London Bridge from St. Martin's Church, you can also see many workers gathered together as if to cross London Bridge to the West End.More than 30 police officers around St. Martin's Church couldn't help swallowing their saliva when they looked at the workers who were several times larger than them.Those who are only equipped with smoothbore pistols are not the opponents of those people. Those "untouchables" who are slightly inferior to them only need to swarm them and tear them to pieces.Several of the police officers almost ran away because of the pressure.If it wasn't for more than a dozen regular police officers who entered at the right time.The head of more than a dozen police officers is a fat man with a big belly. He wears a dark green system and wears a medal on his chest. He doesn't look like a qualified sheriff, but a man with no ink on his chest and no hands. A traditional noble who binds the power of chickens."Sir, what should we do now!" The police officer in charge of support looked at the mighty crowd and asked with some trepidation.After the fat police officer looked at the mighty crowd in the distance, his expression was a little horrified. He glared fiercely at the policeman who wanted him to make up his mind.Which **** told Lao Tzu that there were only a dozen or so demonstrators!The one who was stared at by the fat policeman could only lower his head and not allow the fat policeman to look at each other.Since he has come here, he must not let these "untouchables" break in rashly.Otherwise, the nobles in the West End would have skinned him.Thinking of the sullen eyes of the Metropolitan Police Commissioner, the fat policeman couldn't help shuddering."What else can I do!" The fat policeman gritted his teeth and whispered, "You must not let these guys in, otherwise, I will be finished!"Pleasant to the eye, the fat policeman glanced at the regular policeman beside him and added: "I'm finished! You guys are having a hard time! Don't think I don't know what you do in your daily life, you bunch of scumbags, rice buckets, and villains. !"The hearts of more than a dozen regular police officers could not help but feel tight. They were very aware of what they were doing on weekdays.If the fat policeman really fell, they would not be better off.Those colleagues who have not yet entered the system do not mind reporting their "crimes" to the Metropolitan Police Department to replace them."But, sir, our existing troops are simply not enough!""Don't worry, I'll report the situation here to the National Police Agency in a while! I believe they will continue to send more personnel, and besides, isn't there still them?" The fat policeman pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and others as a matter of course. "We add a total of more than 50 people, I can't believe that we can't stop those untouchables! Are they really not afraid of guns?"Afterwards, the fat policeman pointed at the vigilante with his halberd arrogantly and said, "You all have to obey my orders now, do you understand?""That..." Jerome Bonaparte led Hamm to the front and said, "I'm just an innocent passerby, not a vigilante, so can you let me go!""No!" the fat policeman said roughly to Jerome Bonaparte: "Every resident has an obligation to stop this riot!"The fat policeman caught in a nameless rage could not wait to break a person in half for use, how could it be possible for Jerome Bonaparte to leave. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"Okay!" Jerome Bonaparte could only return to the team, holding the revolver pinned to his waist in his hand.The parade team only had 5 minutes before they came to the stability maintenance brigade composed of vigilantes and police officers.The fat policeman hiding behind the regular policeman looked at the group of workers with resentment and numbness in their eyes and said, "You pigs, untouchables, who let you participate in the parade! Who organized you! Your behavior is Betrayal of the United Kingdom, you are treasonous!"The fat policeman's strategy of getting people first worked really well. Some workers couldn't help but take a small step back after hearing the word "treason".A small-scale riot broke out among the more than 200 workers, and Jerome Bonaparte, one of the vigilantes, couldn't help shaking his head secretly.Workers who have not undergone formalized military training are even inferior to a group of pigs in terms of discipline and combat effectiveness. Only when workers have undergone complete militarized training and become disciplined can they compete with the regular army.In this extremely critical situation, the man standing at the front stepped forward and said: "We are useless and treasonous, and we are not willing to conflict with you! We just want to fight for the rights we deserve, and we have tried too much. They negotiated, but never heard back! In the end, we found that this was the only way to get them to value us!"PS: 1. Thanks to the brief collapse of the old two parties in 1847, there was a brief confusion in the political arena of the United Kingdom. Charter petition. Although the 10-hour day bill was passed by the Crown Court, it did not fundamentally improve the interests of workers.
