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Published at 16th of January 2023 06:04:25 AM


Chapter 34: Catch the thief first catch the king

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"Stop him!"

In the face of the counter-charge Jerome Bonaparte, the unarmed workers were at a loss for a while, and the person in charge of the Chartists who was in charge of organizing the "petition" was even more at a loss and shouted.

Jerome Bonaparte rushed in front of one of the workers, and turned his staff into a sword and stabbed at the abdomen of the worker directly in front of him.

The worker who was hit by the cane in the black thorn groaned in pain, and the fist that should have been clenched had to be released, covering his stomach and curling up, obviously losing his fighting power.

Georges John, who followed Jerome Bonaparte, also knocked down a worker.

Jerome couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him.

Although they are facing hungry workers, it is not easy to defeat them easily.

"Young man, it's not bad!" Jerome Bonaparte encouraged George John and George John in the tone of someone who had come over while avoiding the surprise attack.

"Thank you!" George John smirked distractedly.

Taking advantage of George John's distraction, the worker beside him quickly grabbed one of his arms holding a cane.

Seeing this, George John quickly stretched out his foot and kicked it hard at the worker's calf. A sharp pain came from the worker's calf. The pain caused the worker to lose his mind for a while, and the strength of his palm weakened.

When George John seized the opportunity to break free from the worker's palm, he used his cane to hit the worker's head with a stick, and the worker, whose head was severely injured, fell to the ground.

The workers' group lost 3 people in less than half a minute, which severely dampened their morale, and some people who were not determined to withdraw from the "battlefield".

On the other hand, the morale of the vigilantes and the regular police officers who were "inspired" by Jerome Bonaparte and Georges John increased greatly. They found that although the group of guys in front of them were far more numerous than themselves, their physical fitness increased. And the organization is far inferior to them, and it is completely possible to fight.

"Sheriff, let's go!" One of the police officers said when he saw this.

The fat police officer pondered the pros and cons of taking the initiative.

If he can suppress this mob before the support arrives, then he will undoubtedly be a great hero in calming the turmoil, and he will be promoted and rich just around the corner.

Thinking of the fat sheriff who was associated with this group of mob in his official career, he decisively ordered: "Everyone will put a baton on me, and those who don't have a baton will give me a cane! Be sure to suppress this riot!"

The so-called baton is a solid wooden stick made of quercewood from America. The whole body of the stick is painted with black paint to make it look more deterrent. This kind of wood is often used for railways. The hardness of the sleeper is evident, and the baton is enough to leave a red mark on the body.

In addition to a variety of hands, the equipment of the vigilante's pistols are mostly canes and short solid wooden sticks.

More than a dozen police officers with regular staff rushed down the mountain like tigers and rushed into the workers' group with queerwood batons.

The workers who have no experience in fighting can only retreat from left to right, and the front line presents a one-sided stance all day long.

The remaining dozens of policemen also rushed to the front with various weapons to fight the workers.

With the passage of time, more and more unarmed workers were beaten with bruised noses, and only a few workers seized the opportunity to take away the weapons of the vigilantes and confronted them.

However, this still did not change the reversal of the war situation. The workers fought and retreated, from St. Martin's Church all the way to London Bridge.

The team also had more than 200 people reduced to about 150 people.

"Work harder! We're about to win!" The fat sheriff in charge of the battle shouted, and his face showed unconcealed joy.

Just a little bit! Almost! We can drive these untouchables back to the ghetto!

The Fat Sergeant has fantasized about being received by the Home Secretary and becoming the Deputy Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police District. Maybe he might even become the Commissioner.

[According to the "Metropolitan Police Act" formulated by Home Secretary Peel in 1829, a metropolitan police force including Westminth, Middlesex, Surrey and Kent was established with London as the core. Directly led by the Home Secretary. The prototype of the modern police system. 】

But reality gave the fat sheriff a heavy blow. A team armed with hammers, long sticks and short knives was running along the river in the West End of London towards them!

"Our team! Our team is here!" shouted the leader of the labor movement, who was struggling to support the Charterists.

The demoralized workers quickly recovered themselves. They gathered in twos and threes. One blocked the wave of vigilantes with their hands, and the other grabbed the arms of the vigilantes when they saw it.

The morale of the police force weakened again, and the fat sheriff wanted to flee.

No, the king must be captured!

In the crowd, Jerome Bonaparte vigorously waved the cane in his hand, and shouted at the police, "Come here, some people!"

The three regular police officers and three civilian police officers approached in the direction of Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte picked up the blackthorn cane and slammed it on the worker's thigh, causing the worker whose center of gravity was unsteady to fall directly to the ground.

"Quick! Help me open a way, I want to catch the leader!" Jerome Bonaparte held a cane in his right hand and took out a revolver at his waist in his left.

The workers who were close to Jerome immediately stopped when they saw this, and Jerome Bonaparte quickly shot into the sky.

The sound of gunfire made everyone present froze, and Jerome seized the opportunity to knock down another worker.

The police and vigilantes who followed around him also followed in the footsteps of Jerome Bonaparte and rushed forward.

Jérôme Bonaparte, who had been fired from a passage in the crowd, and his party came to the head of the "Workers Movement".

With a gun in his left hand and a cane in his right hand, Jerome aimed the gun at the person in charge's chest, and George John grabbed the person in charge's arm so that he couldn't escape.

The rest of the police took out their smoothbore and revolvers and aimed them at the workers.

"Everyone! If you don't want him to die, just stop for me!" Jerome Bonaparte shouted in savage words.

Jerome Bonaparte was very upset to be coerced into a vigilante for no reason. He didn't feel like he was participating in this useless battle.

The workers stopped when they heard what Jerome Bonaparte said.

"Make way!" Jerome said to the workers, putting his revolver behind the person in charge.

The worker whose backbone was caught consciously gave way, and the scarred police and vigilantes rushed Jerome Bonaparte and George John out of the encirclement.




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