Beautiful Another World Red Tide

"Have you heard? The peasant bandits are about to riot, and something bad will happen soon!"

"Then I have to go to the north quickly. A businessman like me and an unreasonable person like a peasant bandit will probably kill me."

Bernard laughed helplessly when he heard the voices of passers-by outside, the world has changed so fast, how many heads have changed in the capital in five years?three?Or four?How many times has he changed the flag?Maybe I can't remember it.

"Old shopkeeper, how is the business?"

A familiar voice came from outside. It was the voice of the former Sir Otta. He is now self-reliant, picking vegetables for a living.Occasionally, I would come to Bernard's place for a cup of tea, chatting about the changes in the world and the ruthlessness of the world.

"There's no business, I'm thinking about it." Bernard stood up and poured tea for Ota who had put down the basket, and said with a wry smile.

"The restaurant business is in a downturn. First it was converted into a hotel, and then into a teahouse. It didn't work. The soldiers were in chaos, and taxes were imposed. No one came." Bernard said with a sigh.

"The military leader is still thinking about my teahouse, trying to cheat it from me. Now my wife and her family know that our family has something to do with the revolutionaries, and they want to take us in as a threat. What? It's hard, life is hard." Bernard complained bitterly while holding a teacup.

"Well, it's good to be able to live in the world. Picking vegetables and relying on oneself all day, isn't it just hungry in the end? Look at those officials who are not full of fat. It doesn't matter who is in charge for five years. It doesn't matter. That's what happened." Old Sir Horta said with a smile.

"Let's fight, let's fight, it doesn't matter how long we fight. It's nothing more than the east family driving the west family away, and the south family driving the north family away. I also have to plan for the future, sell this restaurant as soon as possible, and go to accompany the old man Brother you." Bernard also said with a smile.

"Your family is now related to the Revolution, so what are your plans? Go or stay?" Ota asked again.

"My wife and daughter went to the south to join the revolutionaries. I used to raise the son and daughter of one of their members, which is a bit of a relationship. As for me, I will stay here. My roots are in the capital, and I can't run away." Bell Na waved helplessly and said.

"There are countless corrupt officials everywhere, and endless thugs. You say that people should be good, don't bully others, and don't bully anyone. Is this a huge problem? But It’s just like this one by one, but they specifically pick people like us to bully, everyone wants to live in peace and stability, as long as they don’t collect money randomly, and don’t bully others, everyone can live, but they just don’t understand, they just want to do this What a fool." Ota also smiled wryly.

"Who can say, it hasn't always been like this for thousands of years. Bad people get better and better, and good people get more and more sad. Since ancient times, there are many people who help bad people to do evil, and few people extend their hands in righteousness. Let's just do it, and there will be a It would be good to bury him in a coffin." Bernard stood up and said with his hands behind his back.

"It depends on which of us two brothers leaves first, then we should help each other, so as not to end up in the wilderness where the corpse is exposed. It is indeed content."

The two laughed together, with countless helplessness and compromise with reality on their faces.More than five years of difficult life have completely crushed them, and they really have no ability to continue to fight against this chaotic situation.It's not that they haven't tried it, but it's a pity that let alone fighting against this era, even if they fight against the leader of the army patrolling the streets, they will lose nine times out of ten.

"Let's go, let's go." Bernard said quietly.

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"Hey, is your worker group ready?"

"It can't be better, how is it? Is there any news from the headquarters? What did Comrade Sun Boyang say?"

"Don't worry, everyone, don't worry."

"Comrades, comrades, be quiet, be quiet!"

Comrade Solo took the lead and walked into the auditorium of the Toliask factory. The workers in the auditorium immediately stopped making noise. They moved chairs to the middle or simply squeezed in and stood there.Two young comrades who were not very familiar with him walked in with Comrade Solo, one moved a chair and sat down, and the other propped up the table and picked up the letter on the table and read it.

"Comrades, let me introduce to you. These two comrades are from Zhongnan. You should have heard of them in the newspapers. This is Comrade Moltke and Comrade Vasily. They are here to announce the decision of the headquarters. Yes." Comrade Solo opened his hands and said to the workers who were closely approaching.

"It's the comrade who is very good at writing articles and poems." A worker who recognized Moltke asked with a surprised smile.

"Yes, it's me." Comrade Mao Qi also smiled implicitly, but he immediately straightened up with one hand on the table and one hand on his waist, with his shirt open and said to the workers:

"According to the decision of our headquarters in Leszczek, comrades, don't make noise, and don't make noise when you hear the news." Comrade Moltke said to everyone in a slightly lowered voice.

"Our headquarters and the Guodu branch unanimously decided to launch an armed uprising in the capital."

The workers who heard the news immediately became excited, congratulating and discussing.A few comrades who were short-tempered still wanted to shout out, but Comrade Solo stared back at him even more, and managed to maintain the volume.

"The government belongs to the people's government!" Comrade Mao Qi said with one hand on his hip and a fist.

"Comrades, don't make noise. The enemy has already entered the industrial area, and it is very likely that we can hear our voices." Comrade Solo waved his hand and said after seeing the workers getting more excited.

"Comrade Solo, can we shout in a low voice?" A worker stuck his head out and asked.

"Whisper? Are you afraid of recruiting the white bandits?" Comrade Solo asked Comrade Mao Qi.

"Call it, just keep your voice down as much as possible. Even if they come, what can we do with us?" Comrade Mao Qi said with a smile on his face.

"Comrades, Ulla!" the worker happily waved forward.

"Ulla!" The workers also lowered their voices and shouted excitedly, waving their hats.

"To prepare the materials needed for the uprising, all aspects must be prepared." Comrade Mao Qi bowed his head and said to Comrade Solo.

"The workers are waiting for orders." Comrade Solo pointed to the workers who were eager to try in the front row.

"From the northern industrial zone to the southern industrial zone and to Yongdalim University, establish at least two reliable communication routes to transmit information at the fastest speed." Comrade Mao Qi said.

"How many people are needed?"

"At least 15 people."

"Okay, then, Comrade Mattert from the first workshop, Mattert, you take fifteen reliable comrades and go to the stables in the city to borrow horses to deliver information." Suo Comrade Luo said after thinking for a moment.

"I promise to complete the task." The young Martel said, saluting his musket and walking out.

"Yondalim University needs to protect and contact comrades. We need to send some comrades to be responsible for security and information transmission, preferably comrades who can write." Comrade Mao Qi bowed his head again.

"That requires at least fifty workers, as well as comrades who can write from various factories. Well, this can be done quickly, and I will hand over the list to Comrade Vasily." Comrade Solo nodded again Said.

"The uprising symbol of our revolution is designated as Teresa Abbey in the capital. There is the oldest and magical bell in the city. When it is ringing during the uprising, everyone in the city can hear the bell and watch The light in the dark night. If the clock strikes normally, it means that our uprising has officially begun." Comrade Mao Qi said solemnly to everyone.

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"The cavalry in the garrison, as well as various other troops, need comrades to assist Comrade Sun Lauer in propaganda work. We must try to get as many garrison troops as possible to join the uprising, even those who do not agree with the uprising must unite They let them remain neutral. This is very important, and cautious comrades are required to follow Comrade Sun Raul's responsibility." Comrade Moltke said again.

"I'll go, I know some friends in the garrison." A worker with a big lake raised his hand and said.

"Okay, Ivan Komi, you lead seven members to the army to follow Comrade Sun Raul to do revolutionary propaganda. Remember, unity is second, and the most important thing is to protect your own safety. That kind of look is a den of white bandits It’s no big deal if you don’t go there.” Comrade Solo reminded.

"Don't be afraid of them. Many of these little guys were my soldiers before I retired. How dare they say otherwise." The comrade from Dahuzi smiled and took off his hat to pay tribute, then went out and prepared to go.

"There are also pharmacies and magic tool shops." Comrade Moltke said to Comrade Solo.

"Yes, pharmacies, magic tool stores. Jokmina, take a comrade to the major medical centers in the city and ask them for emergency medicine and life medicine." Comrade Solo turned his head to a messy-haired man Comrade said.

"How much? How many such medicinal materials do you want?" Qiao Kemina asked.

"How much? As much as they have. These things are not too much, no matter how much they are needed. The lives of workers are precious, and we must be prepared for the enemy to fight fiercely with us, which is why it is imperative Few." Comrade Solo explained.

"What about the money? Do you want it from the strike committee?" Jokmina asked again.

"Money? I'll give it to them after the new government is established. I'll give you a white note first. I don't know how much money these guys have made by knocking people's bones and sucking their marrow. I will accept it. They will not be short of such a few, and the funds of the strike committee have a more important role, so there is no need to waste it." Comrade Solo said spreading his hands.

"What if they don't give it?" Jokmina asked again, stroking his hair.

"No?" Comrade Solo and Comrade Moltke looked at each other helplessly and then said to Jokmina.

"You should discuss it carefully with them. Our Leszek is not stealing or robbing. It is a temporary loan, and it is not that we cannot repay the money. The comrades in the south are our strong backing. What are you afraid of? Tell them quietly , will always agree."

"Why don't I send you some more comrades?" Comrade Mao Qi asked with a smile.

"No need! I can handle this little thing myself!" Jokemina said with a smile as he walked out.

"Comrade Moltke, do you need to send some people to the monastery? The nuns there are unarmed. Once the enemy learns about the uprising plan, the nuns will be very dangerous." Comrade Solo raised his head and said.

"Yes, we will send a class of workers to defend Teresa Monastery. It is closer to the city, and if there are too many comrades, it will arouse the suspicion of the other party. This number is just right, completely appropriate." Comrade Moltke nodded in affirmation after lighting a cigarette.

"Mages, the magicians and adventurers in the city must be mobilized. A magician joining is an important force for the revolution. If the Guangming Shen and several other warships refuse to revolt, then they will be our important fighting force for the uprising .”

"Now there is a more serious problem. There is Demercotte among the workers." A worker commented.

"Is there Demercotte?" Comrade Moltke asked in a daze.

"Yes, at least a dozen." The worker nodded again.

"Send the propaganda team to the workshop to do ideological work for them, but the one who can become Demercotte in the capital should also be the leftist Demercotte, and will not join the current right-wingers." Comrade Moltke decided.

"Comrade, comrade, the representatives of the provisional government have come with soldiers, probably to collect the guns." A comrade-in-arms rushed in and said to Comrade Mao Qi.

"They are really brave, dare to come to the factory to accept our weapons!" A short-tempered worker immediately rolled up his sleeves and picked up a musket and cursed.

"You should shoot them and kill these white bandits!" Another comrade agreed.

"Comrades, don't be impatient. The enemy doesn't know our uprising plan yet. If we shoot first, it will be exposed. Let some of our comrades go meet them." Comrade Solo stood up and shouted.

"Let me go, Comrade Solo, I'll delay with them. You are responsible for organizing the workers, and I will delay these white bandits." Comrade Vasily suggested.

"Okay, be more careful. It doesn't matter if you let their soldiers in. We are not afraid of them. Now it is a factory for the workers, but they should be afraid of us." Comrade Mao Qi also nodded and said.

"Let's go, comrades, let's give these lords a big surprise, to let them know that we are not the ones who were scolded at random by them." Comrade Solo also said.

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"Who is looking for me? What happened?" Vasily walked into the guard hut in front of the factory and asked the people inside.

"We're looking for a factory representative," replied a well-dressed gentleman among the crowd in the room.

"Ah, that's the case. I represent him, I represent him." Vasily stepped forward and tugged at his sleeves and said.

"I am Papen, Minister of the Provisional Government, and this is Demercotte, representing Hawthorne." The gentleman explained to the shorter gentleman beside him.

"Let's change the place. There are too many people here and it's too noisy." Minister Papen signaled again.

"The masses don't hinder me. There is no need to keep secrets from us workers and peasants. Let's talk about it here." Vasily immediately refused.

"Then here it is." Hawthorn shrugged helplessly.

"I heard that there is such a thing. A batch of weapons in your factory were not handed in on time, and you detained them privately?" Minister Papen asked Vasily coldly.

"Deducted? It seems that there is no such thing, right? It was bought and paid to the factory." Vasily spread his hands.

"But there are quite a few of these weapons. They can arm more than 1000 people. These weapons are useful to the army. They were ordered by the army. You should return them to the army to support the government." Minister Papen added.

"Ah, this problem is more troublesome, and I have to discuss it with the workers." Vasily said, pretending to be stunned and suddenly enlightened.

"I'll wait for you for half an hour. Please discuss it with the workers as soon as possible." Hawthorne said with a smile when he saw Vasily talking so well.

"Thank you, comrade. You have made outstanding contributions to our interim government. The interim government will never forget you. What is your name? We have to record your merits in the interim government's record book." Minister Papen also asked happily.

"Just call me Oleg, I have the same surname as the Marshal." Vasily replied with a smile.

"Okay Mr. Oleg, please hurry up, we are waiting." Hawthorne took off his hat and saluted.

"Wait for me, I'll be back in half an hour at most!" Vasily pushed the door open with a smile and went out, shouting back from time to time.

...half an hour has passed...

"Half an hour has passed." Hawthorn said while sitting on the small wooden board, looking anxiously at his watch.

"Did he have an accident? Do you want to bring the guards in?" Hawthorne asked again.

"The workers are very tricky, it's normal to talk about this time." Minister Papen said calmly.

...another half hour has passed...

"It's broken, Minister Papen, that guy must have been in an accident, probably torn to pieces by angry workers!" Hawthorne stood up and shouted in panic.

"He tricked us!" Minister Papen replied angrily.

"Ask the guards to come in, and drive into the workshop when you hear our whistle!" He ordered.

The two of them, plus a second lieutenant of the guard, hurried towards the workshop. Minister Papen's heart was filled with anger. He should have thought of it earlier, how could someone be so eloquent and agree to their request to disarm?They should have come in to see what was going on!

He saw Vasily's back at a glance, so he walked over angrily, poked Vasily's thigh with the crutch in his hand to attract his attention and said:

"What are you trying to do? Are you making fun of us? You scoundrel!" Minister Papen scolded.

"I'm wronged, minister, how could I dare to trick you?" Vasili spread his hands pretending not to know.

"Then why didn't you report to us! There are obviously weapons everywhere!" Hawthorne also questioned.

"That's what I said, how could I not think about the provisional government? But what about them? Are they still civilized people? I can't talk to them, and I have nothing to do." Vasily continued to pretend to be innocent and explained.

"You should know what it is to refuse to surrender a firearm!" Hawthorne shouted.

"Minister Hawthorne, they are fully aware of the serious crime of refusing to surrender firearms, but they don't care anymore!" Minister Papen stepped forward and shouted.

"Comrades! I mean comrades workers! Are there any members of the Mengkevik family?" Minister Papen shouted, but there was no one responding to him. All the workers stared at him in silence, as if they saw something. Strange guy like that.

"Or Demercotte!" Hawthorne also stood up and shouted.

The workers looked at a scarred worker in the corner in unison, and told Hawthorne's goal with speechless eyes.

"Comrade, are you a member of our Demercotte?" Hawthorn was overjoyed and hurried to the worker and asked.

"It used to be." The worker replied as he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand.

"What was once?" Hawthorne wondered.

"I used to be a member of Demerkot, but I was expelled from the great Marshal Oleg, and I was arrested and imprisoned because of your cooperation with Mengkevik." The workers stopped their work He straightened up and replied.

"This scar is the best proof of my identity."

Hawthorn wanted to say something, but he also knew that it would be meaningless to say anything further. The left wing of Demercotte was almost equal to rebels and Leszekers. For such a person, even his persuasive rhetoric was useless.

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