Restart Spain Sun Never Sets

When batches of Moroccan laborers were sent to major railway construction sites, this group of talents suddenly discovered that the facts and propaganda were worlds apart.

Soldiers with Vieri rifles guarded them, and Maxim machine guns were erected on the commanding heights.

Moroccan workers are told they work 14 hours a day, but never mention their wages.

The group of workers walked into the workplace at gunpoint.

Alni, we haven't contacted the Spaniards to confirm our salary and reward and punishment system. Should we ask?

Asked by Quest, the Spaniard never mentions the issue of salary, which can't help but make people feel puzzled.

Let's wait for others to ask, we don't want to be in the limelight here.

Arnie looked at the guarding soldiers and signaled Quest not to be impulsive.

Right at this moment,

A few young and strong men not far away put down their work and walked to a man who looked like an officer.

The two sides seem to be talking about something.

Negotiations gradually evolved from blandness into heated arguments.

Arnie curled his lips and gestured to Quest: Look, there will be someone earlier than us,

Quest nodded, his eyes fixed on the crowd over there.

boom

A gunshot instantly silenced the scene.

I saw that the officer kept raising his gun and shooting, with white smoke still coming from the muzzle.

The noisy crowd just now stared blankly at the Moroccan who took the lead in a pool of blood.

This is the end of the disobedience, and I hope there will be no second.

The officer looked around, opened the mouth slowly, and put down the gun in his hand.

Damn, what are you doing? Are we beasts that we can kill at will?

For a while, the anger was aroused, and they were all young men with strong blood. They saw their companions being killed, and the perpetrators were still lecturing nonchalantly.

The Moroccans were not frightened by the death of a single person, and surrounded the officers in groups.

The officer calmly looked at the ragged Moroccans, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Turning his head to look at the Mark Qin machine gunner in the distance, he stretched out his hand to signal, and then waved his arm down.

Da da da da da...

The machine gunners immediately started shooting at the Moroccans, and the group of Moroccans who were pressuring them fell one after another like ordinary wheat.

A few seconds later, the machine gunfire stopped, and only a pile of severed arms and corpses remained in the place where the Moroccan protesters had just surrounded.

The smell of blood spread to everyone present with the wind. The soldiers have long been accustomed to this scene. As early as they were dispatched here, they already knew the purpose of their coming here.

The Moroccans had been scared out of their minds, and all the people who were still alive stood there staring blankly. At this time, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that they had entered the den of thieves.

The officer wiped the blood that had just accidentally splattered on his face, and looked around again with a chill in his eyes.

All those who disobey the order and dare to resist, this is the end. I don't want any of you lying here next, just go to work like this.

The officer turned around and left, and then signaled the soldiers to keep an eye on them, while the Moroccans hurriedly picked up the tools in their hands and started to work after standing for a while.

Hey, Mr. Soldier, what do you mean? Aren't they your hired laborers?

The British engineer at the scene spread his hands and asked that the blood of the British was even worse, but he was surprised by what the Spaniards did.

This is the way the Spaniards manage. The gentleman only needs to direct them to work, and we leave these things to us.

The officer said disapprovingly, the British engineer nodded and did not continue to speak.

This kind of thing may be surprising in this era, but the experience of black slaves and Chinese workers in this era is not much different from that of these Moroccans.

Europe in this era can be said to be dominated by a group of executioners in gorgeous coats.

Mr. Officer, please send two more soldiers to protect me. I'm afraid these Moroccans will make irrational actions.

The British engineer stopped the officer, but his concern was his own safety.

Of course no problem, I will assign two of our elites to be your guards.

And all over Spain, about 60,000 Moroccans who have arrived are scattered on various routes.

One is to cause large-scale turmoil for them to gather, but also the lines in various regions need manpower, and it is impossible to gather them together.

As far away as Ceuta and Melia in North Africa, there are tens of thousands of Moroccans who are ready to go to Spain with enthusiasm.

But Alfonso knew that this could not be concealed for long. The companies responsible for building the railways came from different parts of the world.

When the news spreads abroad and foreign media reports it, this matter will definitely arouse heated discussions in Europe.

Alfonso of the Royal Palace of Madrid is explaining this matter to Prime Minister Canovas and Arsenio at this time.

Arsenio, let the garrison in Ceuta and Melia hold back their temper and wait until the Moroccans attack us first.

Arsenio nodded to show his understanding. As a European power, if you don't take the initiative to invade you, it will give you face. If you dare to attack me first, then the Spaniards will fight back. No one in European society can stop it.

In Europe in this era, white supremacy is an unshakable idea. No matter what the white people do, if you do something to the white people, it must be the fault of the people of color.

This has nothing to do with logic and logic. The 19th century was an era of speaking with strength. You can protest what white people do, but no one can guarantee when you will be revengeful.

If you dare to attack white people, you will surely learn a lesson. The Margaret case that happened in China not long ago,

Everyone knows that it is the fault of the British, but who dares to touch the beard of the British Empire?

Even into the 21st century, racial discrimination is still common.

Let the soldiers use their hands and feet to provoke the Moroccans and let them take the lead. At that time, no European country will be able to speak for them.

We have a fair reason to go to war with them, but we can't do that until the Moroccan laborer gets out.

Taking advantage of this period of time to recruit Moroccans desperately, and there will inevitably be resistance after the occupation, this kind of thing is best done when it is the easiest.

My subordinates understand. Arsenio nodded lightly.

Canovas, your task is to delay when countries use this reason to attack us until we have reason to start a war against them.

Canovas' task was in a sense more important than Arsenio's, and the Moroccans' counter-attack was insignificant to the Spaniards who were close at hand.

The words and writings of the self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites in European countries are the most troublesome.

Canovas nodded, indicating that there was no problem, and Alfonso waved his hand.

There is a hunch that European countries will definitely take this matter to constantly criticize Spain.

Thinking of this, Alfonso couldn't help holding his forehead and sighed.

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