I looked out from the soil,
Bones gleam.
The edges of the coffin boards were ragged;
This is the work of bugs.
A smooth round skull rolls,
Like a football rolling on a stone...
This hymn was born six months ago and is widely sung by refugees in the East District.
"If I had a choice, I would rather be a savage, hunting for a living with my children in a place with abundant water and grass, than be a foggy dweller in Christendom."
A man cried bitterly. He decided to abandon his faith and the Savior he had always believed in, because He seemed to be dead. He watched helplessly as evil people plundered and oppressed the poor...
"Christ?" Zhou Tian held the crying man tightly with his backhand and said solemnly: "There is no savior in the world, everything depends on ourselves."
"Sir, what should we do?"
Most men don't want to cry. They just want to take action, break the unfair system, and vent their anger to the predators.
Under dozens of fanatical looks, Zhou Tian slowly uttered one word: "Wait."
Then, he explained: "Our small group of people alone is not enough. The most elite musketry brigade in the empire is stationed in the city, as well as thousands of police officers and royal guards..."
"When?" someone asked impatiently, without a trace of fear in his eyes.
The feeling of licking a calf.
This is the greatest power in the world, and they are willing to sacrifice so that future generations will no longer be oppressed.
You must know that people living in the East District are used to life and death. Poverty, air full of chemicals, and even daily water sources polluted to varying degrees are eroding life all the time.
"Two months at the latest."
Zhou Tian's tone was particularly firm.
He had had enough of being the villain in so many games, and doing this was undoubtedly a good deed.
Although it is foreseeable that some people will die for this in the future, these pioneers will not regret it, because after they leave, the black-hearted capitalists will build schools and hospitals for their children, raise wages, and abolish the sixteen-hour work system.
In fact, this is not a discovery of bad people's conscience, nor is it that they have become good people, but that the exploiters are afraid and dare not continue to oppress.
"good."
"I'm going to bring some brothers over and tell them to listen carefully and wake up. They can't sleep like this anymore..."
"For children!"
The ideological fire will continue to spread outward through this tavern. In two months, it will be enough for tens of thousands of people to complete their awakening. Everyone will work side by side to launch an attack on the palace and create a major event that shocks the world.
Of course, this requires the help of a lot of external forces, not to mention detailed and reliable plans, but Zhou Tian and Du Quan are confident that they can plan everything well.
"Because of the marks on my shoulders, because of the scars left by the steel that clings to me."
The singing started.
Du Quan looked up and saw a sturdy dwarf, less than 1.55 meters tall, but with distinct features. Due to long-term labor and exposure to wind and sun, his skin was as rough as leather.
It was obvious that he was a sailor.
"Because of my whip marks, because of the wounds that never healed."
"My humble salary is due to my aging eyes looking directly at the dazzling sunshine on the sea..."
The song was full of sadness, and everyone present could hear that he was an old sailor with stories.
Du Quan immediately served a glass of gin and asked the old gentleman to tell him about his past.
Complaints meeting, in this way, can make everyone more united.
At the same time, Zhou Tian also felt that it was absolutely necessary to add it after the drama performances and speeches in the future to increase cohesion.
"Brothers, I am fifty-three years old. I grew up in London. At that time, the air was not so turbid, factories were rare, and everyone was an honest person, with enough food and clothing..."
"Later he was recruited by the country, joined the army, and went to overseas colonies."
Speaking of this, the old gentleman was a little incoherent. He had so much pain and regret that he didn't even know where to start.
Boss Zhou is very considerate. He lacks everything except wine. The shelves are filled with all kinds of wine, and there is a lot stored in the basement, enough for thousands of people to drink with open stomachs all night.
So, he asked the waiter in the store to carry two large barrels of wine, and then he helped the old gentleman refill the wine glass.
"Yesterday morning, a workhouse in Whitechapel opened. I heard there was money being given out, a full twopence."
Almost at the same time, the old gentleman let out a sneer. This little money was only enough to buy a cup of hot coffee from a street stall, and at most two small slices of bread, but he had to get it in order to survive.
As for the results...
"Thousands of people were waiting in line for relief, but only two hundred were distributed. At that time, I really wanted to break the windows, use guns to rob, and escape for fourteen days, and then I would have a good place to sleep. No worries. Eat and drink, although there will be no chance of smoking tobacco again.”
"There is nothing you can do." The old gentleman shook his head and stared at the wine in the glass. "Before I came to the tavern, I was all wet and I couldn't bear it anymore."
"I'm old and I'll be found dead one morning."
As he spoke, he showed an enthusiastic and strange expression to Zhou Tian, who was sitting next to him:
"Brother, don't let yourself grow old. If you want to die, do it while you are young, otherwise this will be your end."
The old gentleman looked around.
"I'm not lying. I'm over 50 years old. I was a man who served my country. I received three Military Model Armbands and the Victoria Cross. But the reward I received was like this. I really wish I died on the battlefield. already dead……"
Under everyone's gaze, the old gentleman cried, humming a light sailor song, as if he had forgotten the pain of heartbreak.
Everyone began to comfort him and asked him to continue telling his story and find strength in his grief.
"I joined the Royal Navy when I was very young, about fourteen or fifteen years old. I served in the military for thirty-two years. I was loyal and fought for the flag all over the world. I worked hard..."
In the low voice of the narrative, the old man mentioned many names, dates, commanders, ports, and battle records. When it came to emotional points, he also opened up his old windbreaker and exposed various wounds to prove to the people around him that he was not lying. He really did a lot for this country.
Unfortunately, tragedy inevitably happened.
A small thing, maybe the new captain felt that breakfast was not to his liking, or he didn't sleep well at night, or maybe he was scolded by his superior. He became impatient and irritable. After the old sailor and others were adjusting the foremast rigging When the time comes, call him by his first name.
Then, he started to "greet" his mother again.
No matter where he is, no matter how young he is, when he hears his mother being insulted like that, he will fight with all his strength, let alone a proud sailor.
The old gentleman did this. At that time, he happened to have an iron lever in his hand, and he immediately hit the captain's head.
"This guy fell off the rigging and fell overboard."
In the tavern, the old man took a sip of wine and continued: "I know exactly what I did. Who can understand military regulations better than a man who has served for more than thirty years?"
"Things have already happened. I followed the guy and jumped down, determined to drown together."
"But unfortunately, the flagship's boat came over and rescued us on the deck, but his foul mouth still didn't close, so I grabbed the guy and punched him a few more times."
"Actually, I could have stopped and argued that I knew I was wrong and jumped into the sea to make up for my mistake and save the person, but I couldn't do it."
The result is obvious.
The sailor went to court-martial. To this day, he can still memorize the contents of the trial word for word, and it is painful every time he memorizes it.
Victoria Cross, gone.
Bonus, gone.
The pension is gone too.
An old man with more than thirty years of military service was forced to retire. Apart from scars all over his body, he gained nothing. He was childless and spent his days getting drunk and wandering.
The law protects officers who do not behave as gentlemen and severely punishes old sailors who fight to maintain male dignity.
"I once made a wish to God, hoping to go back in time and sink to the bottom of the sea forever on that day."
The old gentleman sighed and swallowed the last of his gin.
"You are not wrong. This country is already terminally ill. We should unite and unite all the forces that can be united to fight and smash this unfair system for the sake of those who come after us and for justice."
Zhou Tian opened a new bottle of wine for this veteran tough guy covered in scars, "Respect yourself."
"Respect yourself."
The two drank it all in one gulp.
Looking at the red-faced old sailor, Zhou Tian put his shoulder to his shoulder and asked, "Do you have any friends? They have similar experiences. They sacrificed their lives and blood for this country, but were forced to live on the streets."
"Of course we would occasionally get together in one of the shabbier pubs in East Street and drink three glasses of watered beer for a penny."
"You can let them come here, provide free drinks 24 hours a day, a group of brothers who have the same tragic experience, everyone is like-minded..."
"Yes, I'll let the old fellows come over and fight for themselves, for bread and milk, for millions of poor souls."
For a moment, the tavern was filled with the sound of clinking glasses.
Du Quan and Zhou Tian's plan is very simple. Within two months, they will organize all their forces to attack the decayed order.
At that time, in front of a huge jury composed of tens of thousands of righteous citizens, all the nobles in Fog City, including Queen Victoria, will be escorted to the trial stand. They are not qualified to defend themselves as innocent.
The living live in peace and the dead rest in peace.
This is a commitment made by management to God.
But it has long been reduced to an empty phrase. Countless babies died of malnutrition, tens of thousands of girls escaped from sweatshops and went to the streets at night to solicit customers, and countless workers were overwhelmed and threw themselves into canals.
But the management class enjoys good food and wine, celebrates success, and organizes various hedonistic activities.
Thinking of this, Zhou Tian and Du Quan couldn't help but want to question, on behalf of the millions of mouths that have never been fed, and the tens of millions of people who don't even have enough clothes to wear, ask: How can you be so virtuous and capable?
He served as an executioner and shed his blood for the struggle for human liberation...
Evil does not suppress good.
This time, the duo decided to fight for justice and walk openly in the sun. Even if they need to hibernate now, they are accumulating strength and waiting for the day when they can break the shackles.
"A blank and haggard face stared into the bright hall."
"A pair of withered hands stretched out to grab the fallen crumbs."
"There is light and abundance inside, and the room is full of fragrance."
"It's cold and dark outside, hungry and desperate."
I don't know who got up first, and the men sang together, "In the camp of hungry people, in the cold wind and rain, corpses are lying on the plains,"
"It is Christ, the great Commander of the armies."
People decided to fight for themselves, to be their own saviors and the saviors of other poor people, and never look back.
During the singing, the seventy-one people in the room saw countless little angels flying in the air, holding various musical instruments, singing loudly about the greatness of the Lord.
miracle?
This scene impacted the world view of everyone present. The old sailor could not control himself. He never imagined that he would be recognized by Christ.
Lord, I will challenge all injustice, imitate the legendary and great Diego Ordoñez, take the lead, rush to the front, and call the battle to the enemy.
After making the promise to God, the old sailor felt something bright and hot flowing in his body.
Is it the Holy Light?
It must be.
Under the soothing touch of the Holy Light, all the scars left by the war on the old man's body disappeared. He even felt that there was an inexhaustible power in his body.
Not only him, but all the gentlemen present were blessed by great power.
Especially Zhou Tian and Du Quan.
There is a pair of smooth wings spread out behind the two people, accepting worship from all around. At this moment, every awakened person is determined to never betray and follow them to the death.
Just like the ancient sages, they followed the Lord, went through hardships, and were finally named holy by the world.
As expected.
The two people who had received great benefits communicated with their eyes and exclaimed in their hearts: This is the most correct way to open up the world in front of them.
At the same time, I also firmly believe that I will break through this corrupt and gloomy system even if I die.
Miles away.
Lu Li stood in the foyer of the police station, holding coffee in his hand, waiting for Duke and Holmes to return, and for the police team responsible for arresting and recovering the bodies to return.
In addition, he felt a little lost, as if something important was leaving him.
What will it be?
Lu Li thought about it, at his level, he would not suddenly have negative emotions.
Outside the foyer.
A little girl lingers, carrying in her hands two broken baskets containing the most common form of parsley.
Subconsciously, Lu Li reached for his wallet, wanting to use his last pound to help the poor.
However, can the child in front of him keep this gold coin? It is better to overestimate the greatness of human nature than to underestimate its inferiority.
In the East District, too many refugees are willing to take risks and violate criminal laws, not to mention robbing a little girl, which does not require much effort.
So, do you want to adopt?
But... can one person take care of tens of thousands of orphans?
When Lu Li hesitated, the little girl left and disappeared into the heavy rain.
Immediately afterwards, a carriage with the logo of the police department broke through the wind and rain and stopped in front of the foyer. Duke and Holmes came out holding umbrellas.
"What are you thinking about?"
Duke was holding the evidence bag in his hand, and it seemed that he had made some important discovery.
Lu Li was absent-minded and said subconsciously:
"Civilization has increased productivity. Five people can make enough bread for a thousand people; one person can make enough cotton cloth, boots and shoes for two hundred people."
"Yet there are millions of people in this city who lack food and clothing, and their lives are worse than those of the Stone Age barbarians thousands of years ago. How can we save them?"
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