Freelance journalist Leo was not the only journalist to be attacked, but he was the first unlucky person to be attacked. That night, when Leo was lying in the nurse's arms and groaning, Hamburg Daily News, Elbe Newspaper... and other newspapers that reported on this special topic were all attacked by unknown people.
In the middle of the night, buckets after buckets of paint were splashed on the doors and windows, and death threats climbed up the walls. The guards on duty would be beaten violently if they resisted at all. That night, sirens blared in Hamburg, and countless people stayed up all night. Hard to sleep.
The storm of attacks on media people was far from over. When daylight arrived the next day, chaos began to spread in various cities. The Netherlands, Belgium, Spain, Italy... all newspapers whose reports tended to favor Xiao Letian and Prussia were all attacked.
Bullets shattered the glass, sacks were put over reporters' heads, and even a newspaper office was targeted by arsonists. A fire almost burned down the entire neighborhood.
The thugs' ferocious methods shocked the entire Europe for a while. Such a frenzied attack on the news media across Europe was so efficient and well-organized that no one country could accomplish it.
Chaos continued to spread and ferment, until that evening, the British Empire could no longer defend itself, and the headquarters of The Times in London was also attacked.
As the sun set, the newspaper staff began to pack up their official documents and prepare to go home. Just as people were talking to each other and saying goodbye, suddenly a carriage rushed down the street without any sign of slowing down.
The gatekeeper had been warned in advance by the editor-in-chief and knew that there were many attacks on newspapers in Europe today. He did not dare to neglect and blow the siren quickly.
Beep beep..."Stop, no running here..." The loyal gatekeeper tried to stop the carriage, but there was no way the horse could compete with the manpower. When the carriage passed by, he saw with his own eyes the gloomy expressions of the two men in the carriage. The middle-aged man was so frightened that he took three steps back.
The carriage door was kicked open, and three black figures rushed out, smashing the windows of the editing room, and everyone inside screamed in surprise.
"What is this? Is it a bomb? Is it a grenade..." Black iron lumps were rolling around in the office. These British gentlemen were no longer as gentle as before. They were running for the door one by one. No grace at all.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly, there's a bomb..."
"Quick, quick, get down quickly, everyone get down..."
"God, punish these criminals, I don't want to die..."
A few unpromising old men actually cried. All the tough disguises of human beings are so vulnerable in the face of death, and few can really face it with a smile.
The attacking carriage had already run away, and the London Police Department was efficient and quickly surrounded the newspaper office. However, the expected explosion did not occur. Bomb experts finally determined that the grenade was not ignited.
"Okay gentlemen, you are safe. The grenade that attacked you was a grenade produced in Spain, an old grenadier-specific model. Fortunately, the attacker did not light it... As for the other two, they are just two bricks. .”
Soon the London police gave the final investigation result of the whole incident: "This is a warning. You can also regard it as a threat. The attacker should have some demands. I hope you will pay attention to the letters you have received during this time." …”
The editor-in-chief of the Times simply couldn't listen to the police's nonsense. He now had the answer in his mind. In the final analysis, it was the previous columns that caused the trouble.
"Asshole, I thought they didn't dare to touch the newspapers of our British Empire, but I didn't expect them to be so frantic. The dignity of the Empire on which the sun never sets would be trampled on in this way..."
The furious editor-in-chief was spinning around like an angry lion, "Work overtime, we have to work overtime, send telegrams to all newspapers that have been attacked, we have to fight back, tomorrow all newspapers in Europe will add a full page..."
Amid the roar of the editor-in-chief, The Times headquarters stayed up all night, the European telegraph network desperately sent a large number of signals, and the transceivers were busy all night long.
The United Kingdom, Belgium, the Netherlands, Prussia, Germany, Italy, Spain, Portugal...even newspapers in the cold north of Russia, Sweden, and Denmark were brought in.
This violent incident is disrespectful to the entire journalism industry. It is a naked challenge. The despicable criminal has ignited the anger in the hearts of the entire journalism profession.
After a sleepless night, when daylight broke, printing plants across Europe began to transport bundles of newspapers at almost the same time. The carriages that had been waiting early rushed to different cities with these slightly warm ink papers.
"Weird number... Newspaper offices across Europe were collectively attacked by unknown persons yesterday, and the man behind the scenes is unknown..."
"Excuse me... Leo, a freelance journalist from Hamburg, was attacked with a pistol and is now injured and hospitalized... The Hamburg daily printing plant was set on fire..."
"Excuse me... The Empire on which the Sun Never Sets was challenged, and the Times of London encountered a bomb attack..."
Newsboys use the most exaggerated tone to sell newspapers. They run back and forth on the streets, and newspapers are often sold out before a street reaches the end.
Hamburg was shocked, London was shocked, Paris was shocked, and the whole of Europe was shocked and speechless for a long time.
The people gathered in the coffee shop glanced at the newspapers and then at their friends around them, with confused eyes as if they couldn't believe this fact at all.
"Is this true? How could this happen? Who did it?" These are the questions everyone asks when they meet.
Newspapers are not courts, and editors are not judges. They cannot directly say who the murderer is, but they can guess who the murderer is. They can use various information to induce readers to believe their judgment.
"Who is the murderer? Even the police may not be able to answer this question. Such an organized attack that affects the entire Europe cannot be isolated. There must be inextricably linked..."
"What kind of people and forces can commit such atrocities? Who else has such energy besides the country? I think wise readers can make their own judgments..."
"There is no doubt that the whole thing started with Mr. Leo, a freelance writer in Hamburg. This is the starting point of the entire attack and the most critical node of all clues. If we find the attacker who attacked Lei Mr. Ao, maybe we can find the reason behind the entire violence..."
Being able to be a reporter or editor is a good thing. Under their subtle influence, even a fool can guess the mastermind behind the scenes, but these people just don't say anything.
"What kind of powerful force did Mr. Leo offend? What kind of big shots did the media people across Europe offend? People in Europe, keep your eyes open and use the wisdom in your hearts to make a correct judgment for yourself..."
Do you still have to guess the answer? European people who often pay attention to the news don't know that so many topics that are beneficial to Xiao Letian and Prussia were written by Leo? Who doesn’t know that Leo, a freelance writer, has long been the writing staff of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Ryukyu?
Coupled with the eye-catching conflict at the Hamburg Garden Reception, is there any need to guess the mastermind behind this? It must be Faao.
"Shameless! Napoleon III was so shameless. He pursued the Prime Minister of East Asia in the Mediterranean and dared to imprison diplomatic envoys in France. Not to mention that French spies set fire to the Hamburg Orphanage. The big explosion caused the death of the director, including the orphanage. Why are they so shameless about the death of more than a dozen children?”
"Yes, not only that, at Xiao Letian's reception, that bullshit Viscount from Austria actually openly insulted the families of Eastern politicians, forcing them to divorce, and even made up some bullshit harem out of thin air. What a shame for European politicians..."
"Now, even the literati are not being spared, and they are actually attacking newspapers all over Europe. Is the French Emperor crazy? Is he drunk too much, and his brain has been burned out? Idiot, scoundrel..."
In the abuse of countless readers, the image of France and Austria collapsed like an avalanche. Even some small newspapers in France could not restrain their anger and joined the melee of public opinion, pointing the finger at French Emperor Napoleon III.
The media's counterattack made France and Austria temporarily speechless. They did not seem to have imagined that such a situation would arise. The attack by the European media has reached its third day. Six extra copies have been printed, and the French and Austrian governments have There was not even a single explanation.
After all, this is the 19th century, and neither the people nor the governments of various countries know how to fight the media war in the era of information explosion in later generations, so it is understandable that they were caught off guard.
But Xiao Letian would not give up this good opportunity. On the third day of Leo's hospitalization, the Oriental politician, surrounded by a large group of reporters, finally went to visit the ward.
"Dear Leo, your injury makes me feel doubly sad. You are the best reporter and writer I have ever seen. I look forward to the day when you recover soon. I also want to condemn those thugs. This is right. An insult to the whole civilized world..."
"Dear Prime Minister, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to visit me. I am deeply moved. Although I have suffered retaliation from some evil forces, I will never back down. I will use the pen and paper and my The camera reveals more darkness, because that is our job as journalists..."
This kind of diplomatic dialogue has no nutrition at all, and of course it will not make mistakes. The two people held their hands tightly together, and they were surrounded by the sound of reporters and camera shutters.
"My Lord Prime Minister, what do you think of the entire attack? What do you have to say about what France did to you before? And what do you think of Viscount Alain's attack on your family?" …”
A large group of reporters surrounded Xiao Letian and asked questions. In this era, there were no recorders and cameras. If there were, his mouth would probably be filled by now.
Xiao Letian pondered for a moment to gather his emotions, "Gentlemen, I come from the far East, bringing with me the Asian people's yearning for civilization. We are eager to learn advanced technology, culture and social systems from Europe, and what else do we hope to know? It is the spirit of law and contract..."
"Europe can sweep away the smog of the Middle Ages and enter the era of rational science. Everything here deeply attracts me. Of course, what attracts me most is the people who created all this. I firmly believe that without the hundreds of millions of hardworking and intelligent people, It is impossible for civilized people to create such a glorious era..."
"But unfortunately, when I stepped into the Mediterranean, the cradle of European civilization, what I encountered was unexpected hostility...artillery battles in the storm, heavy blockades on the Dijon road, The house arrest in Besançon, and of course the slanderous attack on my family that everyone knew about some time ago..."
"I don't know what's going on in Europe? Do you mean that all my previous judgments were wrong? I don't know where to get the answer to this question. Maybe the kind people who want to give me the answer have been unable to speak out... "
Xiao Letian began to get excited, "What is a newspaper? These are the eyes, ears and throats of the people. Only here can a real Europe and a real civilized world be shown. This is your window to Asia and even the world... …”
"But it is very sad that there are some people who try to blind the people's eyes, deafen the people's ears, and silence the people's voices. Faced with such atrocities, I have no power to be angry. All I have left is regret. I feel sorry for the people of Europe!"
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