Law, fairness, and justice were all shattered by reality. Blanqui, the utopian revolutionary, finally tasted the bitter wine he brewed.
Napoleon III identified himself as a fugitive and defined all leftist political parties as illegal, which Blanqui accepted, because the imperial system was inherently a dictatorship, and dictators had no fairness or justice.
But why is the Republic like this? It is a party leader elected by the people. Aren’t those millions of workers the people of France?
Is it wrong for legitimate people to elect their own legitimate party leaders to pursue their own legitimate interests?
From the beginning to the end, all the workers' left has asked for is a seat in the big parliament, even for the weakest party. As long as it has a parliamentary seat, it will have the right to speak and vote.
Only with these rights can we fight against other parties and use fair and legal means to fight for the interests of workers. What's wrong with this?
Is it wrong to increase hourly wages so that hungry children can at least have an extra piece of bread?
Reduce working hours. Can the working hours of twelve hours a day be reduced to ten hours?
Universalize compulsory education so that children don’t have to be beggars, thieves, and shoe polishers every day. The ultimate benefit from improving the quality of the people is not the motherland.
Disability pension, don’t those who are disabled on the job have the right to live? They lost their hands and feet for your factory, but you didn’t even pull out a hair. Is this reasonable?
All the working class wants is this, but no one pays attention or cares at all. All weak voices are trampled in the mud by the boots of the powerful.
Forced to have no other choice, people could only choose to gather together to demonstrate. They hoped that the larger the number of people, the louder the voice would be. They hoped that this voice would wake up the French nation and let the whole society see the suffering of workers with their own eyes.
But what awaits are expulsions, suppressions, and even direct massacres.
They are all born and raised by their parents. Anyone who is born will be killed in vain. Workers are also bloody. In order to survive, they can only engage in armed riots. The powerful must rely on force to fight.
Facing the unreasonable dictator France, Blanqui has given up his illusions and directly fights to the end.
The birth of the Republic changed everything. All workers' minds were alive. Even Blanqui felt hope. In their eyes, the Republic should be a place where everyone can sit down and reason together.
The Great Council can quarrel back and forth, even shake their fists, but in the end a certain balance must be reached.
As long as there is a republic, then workers' parties will naturally become legal. Since they are legal parties, they are eligible to enter the Grand Council. Once they enter, they can get the rights they deserve by reasoning.
The dawn did appear. When the Provisional National Defense Government was established, although they encountered certain obstacles, Blanqui and the others successfully entered the Bourbon Palace with the support of hundreds of thousands of working class people.
Despite being humiliated by its enemies, the left still sent one of its own members to the 26-member committee
In any case, in a legal sense, Blanqui and the others have succeeded. Like camels in a sandstorm, they have finally stuffed their heads into a tent. As long as they continue to work hard, one day the left-wing forces will become a majority in parliament. Party
At that time, the reforms they pursue and the workers' rights they pursue can be implemented throughout France through legal procedures.
Everything is so beautiful, but what happened now? How could it be like this? Everything the French Emperor did back then, this republic has copied exactly the same thing.
Assassinations without trial and unreasonable military siege. We and you are the people of the same country. We are compatriots of the same nation whose blood is thicker than water.
Why do you have to kill me?
"Why why?" Blanqui roared like a mad lion, and his roar calmed everyone present.
"Gag his mouth and drag him down!" the captain of the Loire province yelled, and the French soldiers took out dirty handkerchiefs and stuffed them into the mouths of Blanqui and the other four survivors.
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The members of these communes were struggling. If their eyes could kill, they would have killed these people a thousand times.
"Drag him down, put him in jail, and keep him in solitary confinement. No, don't put him in a military camp. Don't kill him," Representative Satrauman said with a twisted face. He could no longer bear to see this scene.
"Mr. Xiang Ying, let's not waste any more words between us. I can only do not kill him. This is the limit of my rights. But Blanqui must not go to Bordeaux, never."
"This is France's own business, please don't interfere."
Xiang Ying looked at the scene in front of him and said with a sneer, "Remember your identities, you are the defeated, we are the victors, and we are now standing on French soil as an occupying force."
"Haha, none of our soldiers have obtained French visas, but we have rifles and bayonets. This is our pass."
"Remember your promise, if Blanky dies, you will know our anger and we will go south"
A chase ended with Blanqui being arrested. This was not the best ending, and certainly not the worst. At least he saved his life.
In the horrified eyes of the villagers, the Chinese occupying forces walked through the village in a majestic manner. Men and women hid in corners and watched, and many children were trembling with fear.
Xiang Ying proudly said to the Dragon Guards, "When the Monkey Taoist troops attacked Beijing City by the British and French forces, the people of Forty-Nine City also watched in fear as the enemy troops showed off their power."
"Now that the feng shui has changed, the way of heaven is not bad, the way of heaven is not bad."
The eyes of several dragon guards flashed and they whispered, "If this were not the case, how could we idlers in the mountains follow the head of state?"
"Our hearts have long since died. If it weren't for the hidden dragon appearing in the East China Sea, I would rather have this unique skill be cut off from me."
"Fortunately, fortunately, there is a head of state who protects the last vitality of China like a hen hatching eggs. With China here, the good things of our ancestors can see the light of day again."
The monkey Taoist priest looked up at the sky, as if he was trying hard not to shed tears. "When the Tatars entered the pass, we martial arts people could not stop the cavalry outside the pass. Not even one of the ten heroic men in the martial arts world was spared."
"The ancestors swore back then that the secret knowledge left by China would never serve foreign beasts. I would rather die than be born again."
"Later, we saw with our own eyes the power of foreign guns and cannons. We knew that times had changed. I'm afraid that even if the Manchu Tatars were destroyed, the new ones would be nothing more than European savages."
"The oath of our ancestors will not serve the Manchu and Qing Tatars, and our generation will not use our unique knowledge to flatter the stinky feet of foreign devils."
"Since times have changed and we don't want these old things anymore, then it's time to give up. I won't accept disciples. I will take them to the coffin."
Before he finished speaking, the tears still couldn't be held back and rolled down his cheeks.
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