For a whole night, all the police officers in Paris were surrounded by negative emotions such as anxiety, restlessness, restlessness, nervousness, etc. m.
Looking at the dark Paris, they seemed to feel that every dark corner hid the dark muzzle of the traitor's gun, and they did not know which window would fly out the assassination stones and rubble.
Insecurity hangs over everyone's heart. Someone once said that it is not terrible to have a knife fall on one's body. The most terrifying thing is that the knife hangs over one's head but refuses to fall.
This is the feeling of the Paris police at this moment. All the secret gatherings of workers are plotting the demonstrations the next day. All the police in Paris know that there will be serious demonstrations tomorrow and even violent and bloody conflicts. However, But no one dares to control or check these illegal gatherings!
Faced with the anger of the entire working class and citizens of Paris, these policemen were completely cowed!
The director, who was standing on the street corner directing operations throughout the night, had been blown by the night wind and had two long snots coming out of his nose. He stamped his feet, rubbed his hands, and paced back and forth on the street corner.
"It's the end of March and it's still so cold. It would be nice to have a cup of hot coffee at this time."
"Director, please have another cigarette to relieve your fatigue. You haven't slept a wink all night." The subordinate flattered him.
The director shook his head and pointed to a cigarette butt on the ground, "Still smoking? My lungs are about to explode. What I need now is hot water and hot soup."
The subordinate's face turned bitter. "It's just 5 o'clock in the morning. Where can I find an open restaurant for you? I really have no choice but to knock on the doors of those residents to see if they have prepared breakfast at home."
"Are you going to die? Where is this place? What time is it now? Do you dare to go to the residents' houses in this area to buy breakfast? Be careful they poison you!"
When the policeman who patted the horse heard this, he shrank his neck and showed a horrified expression in his eyes. Think about it, this is really what happened!
Now the entire lower-class citizens of Paris are angry. Their emotions are very violent and violent. If they meet anyone who hates the government, they may mix poison in their coffee.
Just as the policemen were cursing and complaining, there was suddenly a burst of messy footsteps in the alley. Several blue-collar workers in greasy work clothes walked out of the alley, rubbing their scarlet eyes.
They looked at the police officers on duty fiercely, and then stood arrogantly across the street, as if they were in a ring.
These policemen seemed to be going the wrong way! More than 20 workers gathered together and stood on the street corner without going to work or going home to eat. They just gathered together to chat and smoke in low voices.
However, the treatment of these workers was much better than that of the police. After a while, children brought them coffee and bacon bread from home.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" A policeman who couldn't stand it walked over. "Why don't you go home to eat so early and eat on the street? Don't you have to work for a while?"
Before he finished speaking, the policeman who was walking forward suddenly did not dare to move. He stopped and stood in the middle of the street. His eyes suddenly saw fifty or sixty more workers emerging from the alley, each with an angry look. He walked towards them with his eyes wide open.
Now the difference in numbers between the two sides is even greater. The police chief on one side of the long street is surrounded by only a dozen police guards, while the workers across the street have now gathered more than 70 people.
The policeman who walked to the middle of the road swallowed and quietly stepped back. He no longer dared to ask what these people were doing!
After spitting thick phlegm at his feet, a tall and strong worker gasped like a raging bull, "A bunch of the emperor's lackeys!"
"You" the policeman said one word. He wanted to say something more, but the other companions reached out and pulled him back. "Don't cause trouble. New orders have been issued from above. Let us stay calm and exercise restraint today. As long as this gang If people don’t rebel, just leave them alone.”
The director was so frightened that his calves were spinning. He stepped back cautiously and said, "I seem to have a cold attack. You guys just hang on here for a while, and I'll go back and take some medicine." After that, he turned and left. He actually ran back to the police station alone regardless of the subordinates present.
With all the people in charge withdrawing, the policemen no longer dared to control these workers. They subconsciously retreated further and further away from the gathered workers.
Unexpectedly, the policemen walked a few steps and found dozens of workers gathering at another alley. At this moment, everyone understood that the scale of today's demonstration would definitely be huge.
Sure enough, all the slums and urban areas in urban Paris were agitated one by one by the workers' representatives.
The worker representatives who returned to their neighborhoods after the meeting dragged their fellow workers, neighbors, and their fellow villagers out of their homes at 5 a.m.
There are countless workers' groups, large and small, and there are often four or five such small groups gathering on a long street. They stand there watching the time, waiting anxiously!
Soon these small groups began to merge, and the group of fifty or sixty people quickly merged into one or two hundred people, and the group of one or two hundred people began to merge again, and became five or six hundred or even thousands. people!
The more people gather, the more courage they get. When the police see this situation, no one dares to come forward and find trouble! The usual arrogance has all disappeared, and everyone is running away faster than a rabbit.
The police did not dare to clash with these workers head-on. On the one hand, they were afraid of the crowd, and on the other hand, they had just received the latest order.
The order states that they can only secretly monitor in the corner and are not allowed to interfere. As long as these people do not destroy, loot, burn, or rebel, the police are not allowed to hinder any of their actions!
One minute and one second passed, and when the hands pointed to 845 in the morning, these workers' groups that gathered almost at the same time suddenly raised red flags and banners, and they began demonstrations that shocked Europe!
The workers' representatives at the scene raised their arms and shouted, "Brothers, gather together! Make our voices heard! Protest to the cruel emperor! Let us see off our hero, Victor Nova!"
"Target Père Lachaise Cemetery! Advance!"
Just like a thunder exploded on the ground, the entire streets of Paris were awakened by the huge sound wave! The same roar erupted from the chests of all the gathered citizens.
"Forward! Funeral for the hero! Long live Victor Nova!"
