On July 3, it started to rain lightly. Early in the morning, the workers walked out of their homes and returned to the factory.
The boss, who was having a headache due to the strike, was surprised and happy when he saw the workers suddenly returning. He quickly opened the factory door and said loudly: "The wages have been increased! The wages have been increased! Now you can get 30 kopecks a day! Come in quickly!"
The expected cheers did not appear. One worker pushed away his boss, picked up his tools, and walked into the factory silently. Others had the same reaction. No one was angry about wages anymore. It was eerily quiet.
The boss doesn't care what the workers are thinking. He just wants the factory to operate normally. Only in this way can he sell more goods.
Not only the sawmills, but also the workers in the railway plants and docks all resumed work. It was like an organized and planned action, and they returned to the factory in unison.
Along with the noise of machinery, the bosses finally breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that workers still had to work to fill their stomachs. This was normal. If you want to survive, you must eat, and food needs money to buy. .
Wyson lifted a log onto the cart, and while the boss wasn't paying attention, he whispered to his companion beside him. The companion nodded, quickly ran to another worker, and whispered something.
The news spread quickly, and only a few workers didn't know what happened. Everyone worked as usual, occasionally glancing at the boss, filled with indifference.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, a train full of coal stopped at Saratov Station. The railway worker opened the door, took a shovel, and while shoveling the coal, he dug out the sacks hidden deep in the coal, under the cover of other companions. , secretly transported to the city.
Also arriving with the train was a monk in black.
In the slums, Goncharov sat at home with a cup of cold black tea in front of him, saying nothing.
Dongdong!
There was a knock on the door, Goncharov's body shook, he quickly stood up and opened the door.
There was a monk in black standing outside the door. He was holding a sack and asked in a low voice: "Are you Goncharov?"
"It's me, you are..."
"My name is Raul, Father Mavey asked me to come."
"come on in!"
Goncharov knew who the monk in front of him was. In order to resist the magic of the Wisdom Cult, Ma Wei sent out all the newly trained monks to support branch churches in various places. Raul was the comrade who came to support Goncharov.
Raul entered the house carrying a heavy sack, took off his hat and put it on his chest, nodded to the statue placed on the fireplace, silently recited "Praise to the Goddess", then looked at Goncharov: "How is the situation?"
"I've already made all the arrangements. We'll act on time at 9 o'clock tonight."
"Very good, I brought Pravda. When we move, we need to stick the newspaper on the wall..." Raul untied the rope that tied the sack and took out the newspaper inside. The flag at the bottom.
On the red flag, muskets and sickles overlap each other, and there is a golden star on it, which is the symbol of the Church of Truth.
After folding the flag carefully, Raul asked: "Is there anything going on with the Wisdom Cult?"
"In recent days, many believers have quit the Wisdom Cult and turned to us..." Goncharov said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't do anything. The believers made their own choices."
"This is not surprising. Instead of improving people's lives, the subsidies issued by the Wisdom Religion have plunged them into dire straits. Under such circumstances, it would be foolish for believers to still believe in them." Raul said softly. Nodding: "What is your plan?"
"I plan to divide our troops into two groups, go to the suburban prison to rescue our comrades, and go to the municipal building. Originally, I was worried that I would not be able to take care of both parties at the same time. Now that you are here, I have no worries."
"Leave the most dangerous places to me," Raul said.
"There is no need for us to argue over this kind of thing. After the coup begins, nowhere will be safe."
Goncharov led Raul to the table, pointed to the map and said: "Tonight, you and Scott King will go to the prison first, rescue other comrades, and then rush back to the city to join us. I will lead Wyson How about they attack the municipal building?"
"Um."
Raul has no objection to Goncharov's action plan. The simpler the plan, the easier it is to implement, and the simplest and crudest methods are often difficult for the enemy to parry.
At 7 o'clock in the evening, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, the streets were full of mud, and there was not a soul in sight.
In the sawmill, the machines stopped running. Someone shouted. The workers took tools such as iron bars and shovels and walked out the door in unison.
The boss who had prepared the cash and planned to pay the daily wages saw the workers coming, with a smile on his face and waved to Wyson who was walking at the front: "Come on! I have the money ready! 30 kopecks!" We’ll do it!”
But Wyson just gave him a cold look, ignored the kopeck coins in his hand, carried the tools, and walked into the heavy rain.
Gusts of cold wind blew through the crack in the door. The boss shivered violently when he looked at the worker who not only refused to receive his wages but also took away his tools.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, many men carrying iron bars and shovels suddenly appeared on the street where there was no one. They put on their hats and walked out of their houses. The rain soaked their clothes and dripped down the brim of their hats.
At first, only twos and threes of people walked out of their homes, but as time went by, more and more people joined the team. They were silent and marched in the pouring rain. Thunder exploded in the sky and the dazzling white light illuminated them. A red rope tied to his left arm.
At 8:45 pm, the streets of the slums were already filled with people, and the line could not end as far as the eye could see.
Women hid in their homes, holding their children and praying for their husbands.
Boom!
At 8:55 p.m., thunder streaked across the sky again. Goncharov, who was sitting in the house, put away his pocket watch and opened the door. In the blink of an eye, the rain wet his clothes, but he didn't care and brought in two wooden boxes. , handed the newspaper and flag to Huisen, who was standing at the front of the crowd, jumped on the box, looked at the huge crowd, and said loudly:
"Comrades! What did you eat today? Is it potatoes or corn? What did those gentlemen sitting in the mansion eat? Why are there so many accidents in the mines? Why do we have to exchange hard work for pitiful wages?! I Let me tell you! The suffering and pain you are experiencing now were brought to us by those damn nobles and capitalists!"
"What we need is a government that protects the interests of the people at the bottom! A church that cares about and sympathizes with the people!"
"Those noble men have taken away the fruits of our labor! They exploit and squeeze us! We should take up arms and resist their tyranny!"
"One finger can easily be broken, but five can be pinched together to form a fist! Comrades! Unite! Use our hands to defend our dignity! Defend the truth!"
The cheers overshadowed the dense thunder in the sky. Goncharov clenched his fist, took the flag of truth in Wyson's hand, and waved it vigorously:
"Comrades! Don't let the enemy break down our spine! Whoever dares to bully us, we will fight back! Let our flag be planted on the highest point of the municipal building! United together, we will defeat all enemies!"
"Comrades! Let us prove our strength with practical actions! Hang those damn capitalists and aristocrats on the street lights! Let our enemies tremble! Fear!"
Goncharov jumped off the wooden box, held the flag high, rushed to the front of the crowd, and shouted:
"Let us overthrow the rotten old era! Take back what belongs to us! Let the dawn shine on this land! Forward! Forward!
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"Ula!
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