Father Mavie

Chapter 367 Comrade, unite (please subscribe!!!)

On July 7, there was light rain in the sky. Early in the morning, the workers walked out of their homes and returned to the factory.

The boss, who was having a headache from the strike, was surprised and delighted to see the workers returning suddenly. He quickly opened the factory door and shouted: "Wages have been raised! Wages have been raised! Now you can get 30 kopecks a day! Come in!"

The expected cheers did not appear. A worker pushed away the boss, picked up a tool, and walked into the factory in silence. Others responded in the same way. No one was angry about the wages anymore. The silence was terrifying.

The boss doesn't care what the workers are thinking, he just wants the factory to operate normally, only in this way can he sell more goods.

Not only the sawmills, but also the railway factory and wharf workers all resumed work. It was like an organized and planned action, and they all returned to the factory.

Accompanied by the noisy sound of machinery, the bosses finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the workers still have to work to fill their stomachs. This is nothing more than normal. If you want to survive, you must eat, and food needs money to buy .

Huaisen lifted a log onto the cart, and while the boss was not paying attention, whispered to his companion beside him. The companion nodded, and quickly ran to another worker, whispering something.

The news spread quickly, only a small number of workers didn't know what happened, everyone worked as usual, occasionally glanced at the boss, full of indifference.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, a train full of coal stopped at Saratov Station. The railway workers opened the door, took a shovel, and while shoveling coal, dug out the sack hidden deep in the coal. Under the cover of other companions , smuggled to the city.

Arriving with the train, there is also a monk in black.

In the slums, Goncharov sat at home with a cold cup of black tea in front of him, without saying a word.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door, and Goncharov shook his body, got up quickly, and opened the door.

A monk in black stood outside the door. He was carrying a sack and asked in a low voice, "Are you Goncharov?"

"It's me, you are"

"My name is Raul. Father Marvie asked me to come."

"come on in!"

Goncharov knew who the monk in front of him was. In order to resist the magic of Wisdom, Ma Wei sent all the newly trained monks to support the branch churches in various places. Raul was the comrade who came to support Goncharov.

Raul entered the house with a heavy sack, took off his hat and pressed it on his chest, nodded to the god statue on the fireplace, silently said "Praise the Goddess", and looked at Goncharov: "How is the situation?"

"I've already made arrangements, and I'll act on time at 9 o'clock tonight."

"Very good, I brought Pravda. When we act, we have to stick the newspaper on the wall." Raul untied the rope that bound the sack, took out the newspaper inside, and at the same time took out one side and pressed it on the bottom banner.

On the red flag, muskets and sickles overlap each other, and there is a golden star on it, which is the symbol of the Church of Truth.

Folding the flag carefully, Raul asked, "Is there anything going on with the God of Wisdom?"

"In the past few days, many believers have quit the Wisdom God Church and turned to us." Goncharov said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't do anything. The believers made their own choices."

"This is not surprising. Instead of improving the lives of the people, the subsidies issued by the God of Wisdom have plunged them into dire straits. Under such circumstances, if believers still believe in them, it would be too stupid." Raul gently Nodding: "What's your plan?"

"I plan to divide my troops into two groups, one to go to the suburban prison to rescue our comrades, and the other to go to the municipal building. At first, I was worried that I would not be able to take care of both sides at the same time. Now that you are here, I don't have to worry about it."

"Give me the most dangerous place," Raul said.

"We don't need to argue about this kind of thing. After the coup begins, nowhere is safe."

Goncharov took Raul to the table, pointed to the map and said: "Tonight, you and Scott King will go to the prison first, rescue other comrades, and then rush back to the city to join us. I will lead Wysen How about they attack the municipal building?"

"Ah."

Raul has no objection to Goncharov's action plan. The simpler the plan, the easier it is to implement, and the simplest and crudest methods often make it difficult for the enemy to parry.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the streets were full of mud, and there was no one in sight.

In the sawmill, the machines stopped running. Someone yelled, and the workers took tools such as iron rods and shovels, and walked out the door in unison.

The boss, who had prepared the cash and planned to pay the daily remuneration, saw the workers coming, with a smile on his face, and waved to Huai Sen who was walking in the front: "Come on! I have all the money ready! 30 kopecks!" to do it!"

But Huaisen just gave him a cold look, ignored the kopeck coins in his hand, carried the tools, and walked into the heavy rain.

A gust of cold wind blew through the crack of the door, and the boss shivered violently when he saw the workers who not only refused to receive their wages, but took away their tools.

At 8:[-] p.m., many men carrying iron bars and shovels suddenly appeared on the street where there was no one. They put on their hats and walked out of the house. The rain soaked their clothes and dripped down the brims of their hats.

At the beginning, only two or three people walked out of the house, but as time went by, more and more people joined the team. They were silent, moving forward in the pouring rain, thunder exploded in the sky, and the blinding white light illuminated them A red string tied around the left arm.

At 8:45 in the evening, the streets of the slums were already full of people, and the line could not be seen at a glance.

The women hid at home, held their children, and prayed for their husbands.

Boom!

At 8:55 in the evening, thunder crossed the sky again. Goncharov, who was sitting in the house, put away his pocket watch and opened the door. In the blink of an eye, the rain wet his clothes, but he didn't care, and moved two wooden boxes , handed the newspaper and banner to Huai Sen who stood at the front of the crowd, jumped onto the box, looked at the crowd, and said loudly:
"Comrades! What did you eat today? Potatoes or corn? What did the gentlemen in the mansions eat? Why are there so many accidents in mines? Why do we have to work hard for poor wages?! I Tell you! The suffering and pain you are suffering now are brought to us by those damn nobles and capitalists!"

"What we need is a government that protects the interests of those at the bottom! A church that cares about and sympathizes with the people!"

"Those aristocrats took away the fruits of our labor! They exploited and squeezed us! We should take up arms and resist their tyranny!"

"One finger is easy to break, but five are fists! Comrades! Unite! Use our hands to defend our dignity! Defend the truth!"

The cheers overwhelmed the dense thunder in the sky, Goncharov clenched his fists, took the flag of truth in Wysen's hand, and waved it vigorously:
"Comrades! Don't let the enemy break our backs! Whoever dares to bully us, we will fight back! Let our flag be planted on the highest point of the municipal building! United us, we will defeat all enemies!"

"Comrades! Let us prove our strength with practical actions! Hang those damn capitalists and nobles on the street lamps! Let our enemies tremble! Fear!"

Goncharov jumped off the wooden box, held the flag high, rushed to the front of the crowd, and shouted loudly:

"Let us overthrow the rotten old age! Take back what is our own! Let the dawn shine on this land! Go! Go!!!"

"Ula!!!"

(End of this chapter)