Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 51

The operation of the factory was at a standstill, and the workers could not put the finished parts on the conveyor belt, nor could they get the scattered parts from the other end, so they put their arms on the workbench and hung their heads, like a group of waiting Pupils being lectured by the teacher.The factory is not completely silent, but the silence of these living people is unbearable.

Can I make these people change?Sean asked himself suspiciously.But in the blink of an eye, he became firm and confident again.He needs these people, so he has to convince them.He walked up to the high platform and dragged a young worker up with him by the way. "Why do you obey to such an extent?"

"The Honorable Mr. Vincent believes that absolute obedience is necessary to the creation of wealth."

"He brainwashed most of the people, punished the disobedient and made others see the consequences of disobedience, right?" Sean gritted his teeth. How come no one reported him."

"Because the Honorable Mr. Vincent has..."

"Wealth and status, I know." Sean tried his best to contain his anger. "If I were you guys, I'd open that huge prison door outside and raze this damned place."

The young man's eyes were full of fear for the boy. "Mr. Vincent said that anyone who slows down or destroys a factory will pay in blood."

The conversation is temporarily suspended.The metal wall in front of him automatically separated to the two sides, revealing a ferocious man and a huge three-page fan.The man was yelling angrily, but Sean couldn't hear him because it was too far away.But he guessed that the other party didn't know what happened, didn't notice that he was an unexpected guest, and was just routinely intimidating.His intimidation worked, and one worker snapped a compass needle in two in shock.

Sean initially thought that the black marks on the fan blade were rust spots, until the man grabbed the unlucky worker and yelled "You are so slow that you don't need your hands", then Sean realized that the fan hidden behind the wall was a torture instrument , with blood on it.

Before he had time to think about it, Sean planned to save people.But just as he rushed down the high platform, he heard a gunshot, and the bullet hit his feet.His troubles come too, and he doesn't have a working gun.

The current situation is like two absurd plays on the same stage, with poor workers about to have their arms strangled and unarmed people trying to dodge bullets on the other.The workers were as motionless as spectators. They might also be frightened and worried about their companions, but they didn't move.

If that's what these people are, Sheen thought, then I don't have to worry about them attacking my companions, but I can't count on them opening the door either.

Things changed quickly.The worker who was grabbed by the wrist cried and broke free, jumped up, and was caught again shortly afterwards.The man threw him to the ground cursingly, stamping his hands with his booted feet.At this moment, someone finally moved, and two workers rushed over, shouting "Will you please?"The gunfire was still ringing, but it was coming from a higher place.A gun fell, and Sean dashed from behind the cover to catch it.

Is it someone who came to help me?Sean looked up speculatively, and unexpectedly saw the blond man.Medanzo actually went and came back!

But Sean didn't need anyone's help when he had a gun.He aimed at the gunman on high and opened fire.The weapon fell first, and the man convulsed for a while and then fell.Then he shot the executioner whom the workers feared.But it was too late—the hapless worker fell in front of the fan, and the huge blades turned slowly, trying to cut off the man's head.

Sean despaired.Medanzo is very close there, but will he save people?Before I can convince these dumb compatriots, I am about to lose one of them!

Sean guessed wrong.Before Mei Danzuo landed, the magic light shot out from between his fingers, smashing the first fan blade into pieces.When the next fan blade was turning to chop off the worker's head, Medanzuo had already rushed over and pulled him out.

Shane's eyes widened.He saw fragments of black cloth flying away, accompanied by flying red mist—cut and crushed flesh.Medanzo was injured and was sprayed with blood.Sean remembered that the other party had exhausted his ability to save himself, and now he was unable to save himself... "Medical kit!" He shouted, "Hurry up and get the medical kit!"

The terrified workers hugged their friends tightly, and a small number of workers in the workshop cheered cautiously, as if it was a mistake to be happy that their workers escaped danger.Sean ignored them for the time being; all he could think about was the man half kneeling on the ground with his arms on his arms.Like flying, he rushed over and took the medicine box that someone had brought.

Half of Mei Danzuo's body was dyed red, and most of the flesh on the outside of his left arm was cut off, exposing white bones.Sean couldn't contain the outpouring of emotion, and his heart ached, even though he was glad the worker had been saved. "Thank you for saving him."

"I wanted to go to you, but you didn't need me to save you. So I rushed over there. I had to do something for you and save my own life - I can't let you die with me." Sterilized The potion was sprinkled on his arm, causing Medan Zuo to inhale in pain.Sean almost wanted to slow down the pace to let the opponent slow down for a while, but his reason told him that he couldn't let the opponent continue to lose blood.He took the powder, but Mei Danzuo snatched it.

"Do what you need to do. Don't worry about me, as long as you stay home, my personal doctor will heal me soon." Mei Danzuo looked at Sean with a smile, and there was a little sadness in his tone: " You guys are right and you have a sense of proportion. I was attracted to you because you were 'right' and you were not interested in me because I was so wrong. I just found out now."

"Stop talking, keep your strength. Take care of yourself." Sean had mixed feelings in his heart, but he still remembered the business.

Now that emotions are out of control, let reason take over.He thought, and returned to the stage shouting: "You don't resist a guy who oppresses you with harsh methods and intimidates you with the method of turning people into idiots!"

"What's the use of resistance?" Someone said blankly, "Vincent can always win, and resistance is useless."

Because it is useless to believe, there is no resistance.It sounds logical, but chilling.

As if afraid that Sean would not be hit hard enough, someone asked again: "You... are a puppet. In the past, you didn't even belong to yourself, so how could you fight for yourself?"

Sean's face turned pale, but he still stood there. "You are right, but is there any difference between us? We are all oppressed, but my status is lower." He subconsciously glanced at Medan Zuo.The other party was looking at him worriedly.

I'm fine.Sean lip-synced to the other, then looked away. "Our difference is this: I stand here now as a free man. I have rescued with my own hands those who were humbled like myself, and now I intend for you to stand up and save yourselves. Some are 'Bound, their bodies and minds belong to others! But what? They fled, they fought, they won! You're still whole, and you're throwing away your thoughts here!"

The man blushed, lowered his head and picked up the parts, intending to continue working, but put them down again.

Sean looked at the clock.Time was passing, and he was inevitably anxious; but the more this happened, the more calm he needed. "I don't know what you think, but I'm fed up with a prosperous country that looks orderly but built with blood, sweat and souls. I'm also fed up with a treacherous and unfair ruling class. Don't you want to know the truth about being buried? Don't you want to see criminals who escaped sanctions being punished? Don't you want to speak out without fear of being captured, exiled, and killed in some dark place? When the country was restructured, we were promised fairness and freedom, but they The promise was not kept. So, we fought for it ourselves."

Sean looked around at the people around him.Look for what he wants to see - emotions.Anger, sadness, fear, as long as it's not numb.He saw it. "There are people who are afraid. The struggle is terrible - of course! The power to defend the false is too strong, so the real is hidden. But there are always people who rise up and fight. Students take risks in the streets, workers don't care about the collective strike without pay, freedom Merchants in the market provide financial support, and those who lead with arms lose their lives. Why? Because they remember that liberty and equality should be given to us, firmly believe that they are ours, and know that the country does not belong to only those who are above us. It is the common people that support the foundation of the country, so this country belongs to us. Don’t want to lose it? Then do something about it.”

"If the country belongs to us, what will it bring us?" Someone asked hesitantly.

really.None of these people could see the underground leaflets.But it's not too late to advertise now. "Many, at least equal to what we have dedicated. For example, the law restricts and protects everyone and will not favor a certain group. Ordinary people also have the right to run for parliament. Anyone can speak freely. The private army of the nobles is completely disbanded. When we Take it back and it will become a reality."

Some whispered.Someone asked aloud: "Then how do we get it back? Can we win?"

Sean looked at his watch again.The hour hand and the eight o'clock scale almost overlap. "Good question. We need weapons that can compete with big families, and we need everyone to unite as one. So I will appear here." He raised his hand sharply, pointing to the only round window in the Nuoda factory. "I don't know how many people here will stand up when the trumpet sounds, but I know that you are the same as those outside! I am not teaching you to oppose everything and destroy everything, but to take back what is ours !"

The workers looked at the window.A beam of light swung up and turned into dazzling white light.After that, coincidentally, someone began to shout; the roar gradually grew stronger, merged into a roaring giant wave, and gradually rose, as if it was about to break through the sky.There was gunfire and the hum of machinery, but the clamor of people venting their anger and expressing their desires grew louder.Soon, somewhere outside the factory was hit hard, and this indestructible steel fortress even began to tremble.

The nobles will dispatch private troops, if they don't take this place quickly... Thinking of this, Sean shouted: "As I said before, I will open the gate of this prison! Who is with me!"

As if puppets were suddenly brought to life, those who were standing still ran off in a certain direction.The first mover always gives people strength, and more people act, although it doesn't take so many people to open the door.

What are you waiting for?It's time to rendezvous with our dear warriors.Sean jumped off the high platform, but was hugged when he was about to take a step.Subconsciously, he shouted: "God, be careful of your injuries!"

Medanzo let go of Sean, but pulled him with his intact hand.His expression was excited and terrified. "It's so stunning when you're standing on it screaming! I'm totally mesmerized by you! My God, I may not be standing next to you, but I'm sure I'll be sorry for my family and other nobles. "

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry back and heal your wounds." Sean looked at Medanzuo, not hiding his worry. "Besides, you shouldn't hang out too long this evening—James will question you, not to mention what my angry companions will do to you, a nobleman."

Medanzo's eyes lit up. "You started to care about me, even worried about your partner hurting me! Have you started to love me? I know there will be such a day, you are not so ignorant..."

Mei Danzuo suddenly stopped and opened his eyes wide.Sean raised his hand to hold the back of his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips.The long-standing wish came true, and Mei Danzuo blinked blankly. "I thought... I thought that even if I worked hard for another ten years, you wouldn't be tempted by me."

Sean shrugged helplessly, and said softly: "I thought I would never be tempted by you if you worked hard for the rest of your life. But you have to know that emotion is one thing, reason is another. I have not forgiven you. you."

They kissed again, lips tangled a little longer than before.Medanzo hugged Sean's waist. "I can't be on your side—at least not right now. But if something happens to you, I'll do whatever it takes to save you."

"You'd better save yourself first, Lover." Sean was annoyed and funny, and pushed Medanzo away. "My companions are coming in, and the only way I can save you is to let you go away." He understood that in Medanzo's heart, conscience and feelings were at war with their original position, which made the other party very embarrassed.In fact, why wouldn't he be embarrassed by the other party?Only for him, the victory of the revolution is the most important thing.

Medanzo left along the route he knew.When he heard the sound of glass being smashed, he subconsciously dodged behind the cover.

The window at the end of the corridor was smashed, a young man jumped in, and then brought the aircraft in.It was a courier who delivered letters every day in a dragonfly-like aircraft.Mei Danzuo once saw the other party appearing in front of his gate in the early morning, the long steel wings of the aircraft kept flapping up and down like insects.Such easy, well-paying occupations were most favored by wealthy traders, who expected their children to do such work before taking over the family business.

How many people actually participated?

Medanzo found that this change may be more ambitious and far-reaching than he imagined.People are like waves, gathering strength under the seemingly calm sea.Desire and anger accumulated little by little, and finally merged into an unstoppable force.When it set off a huge wave and launched a heavy blow on the coast, no one could stop it.

The author has something to say: This chapter was written with tears~~o(>_<)o~~ Salute to the bankers who set off the three major labor movements in Europe!

Show Mud Meng something!The CP picture in this article is from the original author, girl Yinyin!Isn't it cute!