"But teacher! But...but can we just wait for the mercy of the rulers? Do you really believe that they will be kind enough to carry out reforms? Will they really give us rights?"
Blanqui was exhausted both physically and mentally. He leaned back on his chair and said weakly, "The road we are taking is too difficult! Maybe as you said, if we don't make progress and choose to give in, we will slowly wait for death, but if we choose to make progress, we will If you fight, the final result may be quick death!"
"The environment is too harsh! No matter what we choose, it will be a bloody road of no return! How many people will die, countless..."
The labor movement of this era led by Blanqui was called the movement of utopian socialists by later generations. In fact, it can be seen from their forward-thinking character that the working class of this era is still in a state of confusion. Expect.
No one could predict the cruelty and irreconcilability of the struggle. They are full of idealism and even take chances with their enemies. More importantly, they have the kindness common to ordinary people.
This is very fatal! If you want to be a good politician, you must have the coldness to ignore human life. They will not take human life seriously. In their eyes, everything is just a cold and heartless number.
If 10,000 people die but 100,000 people can live, then the people in power will never show mercy at all. What’s more, the ratio of exchange is actually much larger. For example, in a war, hundreds of thousands of casualties may be exchanged for thousands of people. Decades of happiness for thousands of people.
This kind of talent of "disregarding human life" is not innate to human beings, but needs to be cultivated. Especially in ancient times, only big families with family backgrounds could have such top-notch education.
Just imagine, which school will teach its students to disregard human life? Definitely no more. On the contrary, all education systems are trying their best to instill peace, kindness and love!
Not only the education system, but also religion, culture, etc. are also instilling this idea into the people. After thousands of years, the people at the bottom have an almost instinctive kindness.
For example, Blanqui and other revolutionary pioneers did organize many large-scale demonstrations and even carried out armed riots. In these actions, there were indeed many bloody conflicts and countless people died.
In their eyes, this level of resistance is already very cruel, and the unbearable emotions in their hearts are unspeakable, so subconsciously they are unwilling to let the conflict escalate.
In the eyes of these people, hundreds of corpses lying on the street are already a living hell. It should be enough to fight to this extent, right?
But they would never have imagined that the rulers and aristocratic politicians with their family backgrounds were more ruthless and their blood was colder than they imagined.
For the sake of victory, it doesn’t matter if hundreds or even thousands of lives are lost. It doesn’t matter if hundreds of thousands or millions of people are littered with corpses. If those people blink their eyes, they will lose!
This is a group of utopian revolutionaries, with the indelible kindness of ordinary people, who are ignorantly exploring the way for those who come after them!
The master and apprentice in the room were relatively speechless, and no one could say anything. Michelle was also dumbfounded. When she calmed down and thought about her proposal carefully, she realized that that road would require millions of people. It can only be paved with life!
Just when there was silence, cheers suddenly rang out in the tavern hall, followed by deafening singing, accompanied by acoustic guitars, violins and military marching drums.
"Men who advance to the French motherland, the moment of glory has come! The tyranny is oppressing us, and the motherland is in pain*! The motherland is in pain*! You can see the fierce soldiers, killing people everywhere, they come from your arms , take away the lives of your wife and children!"
"Citizens! Arm yourself! Citizens! Fight to the death! Forward! Forward! Unite as one! Destroy the enemy!"
"La Marseillaise! They are singing Marseillaise!" Michelle shouted excitedly, then opened the door and walked out.
At this time, the tavern hall was already bustling with people. The tavern that could only accommodate more than 30 customers actually had more than 100 people squeezed into it.
On the table in the middle, a young man stood on it to conduct and lead the singing. The drunken citizens all sang this war song from the Great Revolution passionately!
Marseillaise, this is the hymn in the hearts of the French people! During the Great Revolution, citizens of the Marseille uprising formed a volunteer army and went to Paris to support their comrades. They sang this song to inspire all the people along the way.
The French First Republic made this song the national anthem, but after the Napoleonic coup, the song was abolished and made illegal, and it did not have time to be restored until the Second Republic.
After Napoleon III came to power, it was even less likely that he would disobey his uncle's orders, so Marseillaise was a banned song in France at this time.
Maybe one or two people hum this song because they like it, and it won't cause any chaos, and the police won't really put you in jail because of a song.
But if more than a hundred people sing this song together, then the French rulers cannot ignore it! This is Chi Guoguo's challenge to the empire!
Michelle sang along with the rhythm with tears in her eyes. The war hymn of the Old Republic inspired people, and the comrades at the table aroused everyone's emotions.
"Eugène Baudier! When did you come back from Lyon?" Singer Michel shouted loudly.
The man who was singing the lead jumped down from the table and gave his comrade a big hug, "Michelle! How could I not come back? Facing the earth-shaking changes of the times, how could I not go back to Paris!"
"Oh! Teacher, the teacher is here too..."
Holding hands tightly, the three of them laughed heartily in the passionate singing. If Xiao Letian were here at this moment, he would definitely rush over to this young man to ask for an autograph.
Because this person is the lyricist of the famous Internationale, the root of all red songs in the world!
I don’t know how many times the Marseillaise was sung continuously, until people’s voices became hoarse and then they calmed down under the pressure of cold beer.
"Long live! Long live France!"
"Did you know? Lyon has dispatched two more regiments of troops and has already gathered in Strasbourg!"
"That's right! Not only Lyon, there is also a regiment of cavalry in Nantes heading towards Metz!"
"Long live the Empire! Long live the invincible France!"
"Teach those Prussians a harsh lesson! Throw them all into the Atlantic Ocean, including those Asian pig tails!"
The atmosphere in the tavern had reached its climax. The police spies who were watching outside the door dropped their cigarette butts and shook their heads and sighed. According to the rules, if so many people sang forbidden songs, they would be arrested immediately.
But I didn't expect that so many people would shout the slogan "Long Live the Empire" in the end!
"It's better to do less than to do more! It's better not to mess with these poor people at this time! As long as you don't go to the streets to demonstrate, you can sing whatever you like!"
