"It's not good! It's not good!"
A patrol policeman rushed into the office without caring about his uniform that was completely soaked by the rain. He found the police chief who was sitting in the office warming himself and drinking tea. He spoke quickly: "There's a riot! Chief, the riot has started again." !”
"Why panic?"
The police chief, with his head wrapped in a bandage and his injury not yet healed, sipped black tea with a comfortable expression and put his feet on the table. He was not anxious at all: "Don't riots happen every day? Go notify Officer Shachiro and let them secretly police Come forward.”
"The situation is different this time!" The patrol policeman's voice trembled, and his whole body was shaking: "The lower-class civilians in the city are rioting! Even the workers have joined them! They also have explosives!"
"Explosives?" The police chief was stunned for a moment. Although the riots in the past were very fierce, no one used weapons of mass destruction. Everyone was in tacit understanding. The police did not use guns and the people did not use knives. What happened today... "They Where did you get the explosives?”
"Railway workers! Explosives are needed to build railways! Railway bureau workers stole the dynamite!"
Now the police chief was uneasy. He put down his tea cup and hurriedly walked onto the street with the patrolling policemen. He happened to see the crowd rushing towards the center of the city.
It was hard to see clearly on a rainy day, so the police chief asked someone to get binoculars and climbed to the roof in the heavy rain to take a closer look....
It was a procession with no end in sight. Father Goncharov was at the front, waving the red flag of the Church of Truth. The people behind him were carrying assorted iron tools, and the crowd was excited.
"You..." the police chief swallowed and looked at the patrol policeman beside him who also looked horrified: "You just said that all civilians in the city participated in this riot?"
"Yes! There are too many of them! There are at least several thousand of them! And the number is still increasing!"
"Asshole! This is not a riot, this is a rebellion!
! "
The police chief angrily slapped the patrol policeman in the face and knocked him to the ground. Ignoring his aching head, he quickly issued an order: "Go and call for Officer Shachiro!
! "
The number of police in Saratov is not small, there are nearly two hundred people, but two hundred people have no problem dealing with thieves or ordinary crimes, but dealing with rebellion...
Totally impossible.
Those angry workers and civilians can drown them all with just a spit of spit.
Several policemen rushed out of the door and ran towards the temporary office set up by the secret police. The police chief led his men to the weapons depot, took out the key and tried to take out the rifle inside, but because of nervousness, he failed several times in a row. Can insert the key into the lock.
"Director!
! Another shout came from outside the door: "They are rushing towards us!"
! "
"What?! Why are they looking for us?! Their target shouldn't be the municipal building..."
The police chief's body trembled, and he looked at the key that could open the weapons arsenal in his hand, as if he understood something.
These people are here to steal weapons!
As the uprising team continued to approach, the police chief felt that the ground was shaking. He glanced at the frightened men around him, no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away.
This is simply not a problem that a small police chief like him can handle!
So what if I have a gun?
In the face of an overwhelming number of people, the rifles that need to be reloaded after firing are not weapons, but the scythes of death hanging over their heads!
The police chief escaped, and he had to escape and stay at the police station, only to be beaten to death by the angry rebels.
In the blink of an eye, the police station was empty.
the other side....
Suburbs of the city, Saratov prison.
Raul jumped up the hillside and shouted to the believers gathered below: "Comrades! Those nobles asked us to kneel down! Kneel down from generation to generation! Think about the wives and children in your family! Do you want them to go through this? Are you in the same pain as us?! We must never let them get what they want!"
"There are two roads before us! Either death! Or victory! But death does not belong to the workers and peasants! We will definitely win! Follow the truth! Follow me! Overthrow their tyranny! Save our comrades!
! Go!
! "
The believers brandished shovels and sticks, howling and rushing towards the dark prison not far away. Even the dense thunder in the sky could not suppress the anger in their hearts, as if they wanted to vent all the suffering and unwillingness in their lives and coerce them. With an indomitable momentum, he fought his way to the prison door.
The jailers heard the shouting and locked the iron door in advance. They heard the bang of the iron rod hitting the door and the shattering of the window being smashed by stones. Their faces turned pale and they couldn't stop retreating.
They wanted to escape, but there was no way out.
Deep in the prison, fierce shouts also erupted. The imprisoned prisoners kept shaking and hitting the cell door with their shoulders. Even the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall swayed with their impact, like in the wind and rain. The swaying branches, the flames could go out at any moment.
The prison that was originally used to hold prisoners has now become a arena of death. The jailors are crowded together, holding revolvers or clenching batons. Every time the door is smashed, their hearts will suddenly stop beating. .
Suddenly, the banging on the door stopped, and the crowd outside stopped making noise. Just when the jailers were wondering...
boom!
!
In the violent explosion, flames burst out, the lock teeth collapsed, and even the wall was blasted with a huge gap. In the smoke, a red flag was faintly waving.
“Rush!
! "
"Ula!
! "
The angry believers jumped into the prison through the gap. When they saw the ferocious-looking uprising team with countless people, the jailers tremblingly raised their pistols and pulled the triggers.
boom!
boom!
The two believers who were rushing at the front fell down, and the team suddenly became quiet. Scott King looked down at his fallen companion, and at the blood left under his companion. His eyes were split open, and a vein popped out on his forehead. The dark and short body burst out with an astonishing roar: "Kill them!
! "
The believers became even more angry. Their shouts almost overturned the roof of the prison. Their eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. They rushed forward like a pack of hungry wolves. Scott King slapped the jailer in the face with a shovel, beating him to pieces. Mo Hu, then rushed to the next person. Under his leadership, the jailers completely collapsed.
The pistol will not save them, but will only infuriate the enemy further.
Seeing the guards screaming and running away, Raul knew that the situation was decided. He had no sympathy for these jailers who were beaten and behaved badly. In the past, these jailers were domineering and often beat their comrades. If the nobles should be punished, Hanging from the street lamp, these bastards who follow the nobles should be cut into pieces!
The orders given by the nobles were all carried out by these bastards!
The nobles are guilty, they are just as guilty!
"Scott King! Scott King!"
Raul found Scott King in the chaotic crowd who was constantly venting his anger, and said loudly: "Rescue our comrades first! Then return to the city to support Goncharov!"
The red-eyed Scott King then remembered his mission, quickly threw away the shovel, bent down to search the jailer for the key, and opened the cell doors one after another.
Taking advantage of this period, Raul rushed into the jailer's lounge, found the warden's detention record book, and carefully put it into his arms.
Among the prisoners who were rescued, not all were their comrades. Some did violate the law and committed unforgivable crimes. Such criminals must be punished, and those who can judge their crimes...
This is the detention record list that Raul obtained.
Inside the city.
boom!
!
The deafening explosion was accompanied by smoke, gravel, and paper pages. The door of the police station's weapons depot was blown open. Wyson was the first to rush in and picked up a rifle. Although he didn't know much about how to load bullets, Some of the rebels were retired soldiers who knew how to use rifles.
"Father Goncharov!" Wyson found Goncharov outside the door holding a rifle and said excitedly: "We got the weapon!"
Goncharov was about to speak when he suddenly heard a sharp whistle not far away and turned to look...
The police chief, who had escaped earlier, returned with his secret police.
