"Stop him!"
Facing the counter-charge of Jérôme Bonaparte, the unarmed workers were at a loss for a moment, and the Chartist leader who was responsible for organizing the "petition" was even more helpless and shouted.
Jérôme Bonaparte quickly rushed in front of a worker, turned his staff into a sword and stabbed the worker directly in front of him in the abdomen.
The worker who was hit by the black thorn cane groaned in pain, and his fists that should have been clenched had to be loosened and curled up to cover his stomach, obviously losing his fighting ability.
George John, who was following Jérôme Bonaparte, also knocked down a worker.
Jerome couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him in a new light.
Although they were facing hungry workers, it was not easy to defeat them easily.
"Young man, that's not bad!" Jérôme Bonaparte encouraged George John to George John in the tone of an experienced person while avoiding the surprise attack.
"Thank you!" George John smiled distractedly.
Taking advantage of George John's distraction, a worker on the side quickly grabbed one of his arms holding a cane.
Seeing this, George John quickly stretched out his foot and kicked the worker's calf hard. A sharp pain came from the worker's calf. The pain caused the worker to lose consciousness for a short time and the strength of his palms weakened.
While George John seized the opportunity to break free from the worker's hand, he used his cane to hit the worker's head hard with a stick. The worker who suffered severe head injuries fell to the ground.
The workers' group had lost three people in less than half a minute, which severely dampened their morale. Some unsteady people withdrew from the "battlefield."
On the other hand, the morale of the vigilantes and the regular policemen who were "encouraged" by Jerome Bonaparte and George John greatly increased. They found that although the group of guys in front of them far outnumbered themselves, they were not physically fit. And the organization is far inferior to them, and they can definitely fight.
"Chief, let's go!" One of the police officers said upon seeing this.
The fat police officer considered the pros and cons of taking the initiative.
If he can suppress this mob before support arrives, then he will undoubtedly be a major contributor to quelling this turmoil, and his promotion and fortune will be just around the corner.
The fat police chief, thinking that his official career was linked to this group of mobs, decisively issued an order: "Everyone put on batons for me, and those who don't have batons give me canes! This riot must be suppressed!"
The so-called baton is a solid wooden stick made of white solid wood from the Americas. The whole body of the wooden stick is painted with black paint to make it look more deterrent. This kind of wood is often used for railway construction. The hardness of the sleepers can be seen, and the baton can leave a red mark on a person's body.
In addition to various hand-held equipment, vigilante pistols are mostly equipped with walking sticks and short solid wooden sticks.
More than a dozen regular police officers armed with white solid wood batons rushed down the mountain like tigers into the workers' group. They targeted the workers in the first row and began to chase and beat them.
The workers who had no experience in struggle could only retreat step by step from left to right, and the front showed a one-sided posture all day long.
The remaining dozens of vigilantes also rushed to the front with various weapons to fight with the workers.
As time went by, more and more unarmed workers were beaten with bruises and bruises. Only a few workers seized the opportunity to take away the weapons of the vigilantes and then confront them.
However, this still could not change the reversal of the war situation. The workers fought and retreated, retreating from St. Martin's Church to London Bridge.
The team has also been reduced from more than 200 people to about 150 people.
"Work harder! We are almost victorious!" the fat police chief in charge of supervising the battle shouted, with unconcealable joy on his face.
Just a little bit closer! Just a little bit closer! We can drive these untouchables back to the ghetto!
The fat police chief already fantasized about being interviewed by the Secretary of the Interior and becoming the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police District, and he might even become the director.
[According to the Metropolitan Police Act enacted by Home Secretary Peel in 1829, a metropolitan police force was established with London as the core covering Westminster, Middlesex, Surrey, and Kent. Directly under the leadership of the Home Secretary. The prototype of the modern police system. 】
Reality dealt a heavy blow to the fat Sheriff. A team armed with hammers, long sticks and daggers was running towards them along the river in the West End of London!
"Our troops! Our troops are coming!" shouted the leader of the Chartist workers' movement who was struggling to support them.
The demoralized workers quickly regained their composure. They gathered in twos and threes. One of them blocked the vigilante's attack with his hand, and the other grabbed the vigilante's arm.
The morale of the police force was once again weakened, and the fat police chief wanted to flee when he saw this.
No, we must capture the king!
Jérôme Bonaparte in the crowd waved his cane vigorously and shouted to the police: "Come over here!"
Three regular policemen and three vigilantes approached in the direction of Jérôme Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte swung his blackthorn cane and struck the worker's thigh hard. The worker, whose center of gravity was unstable, fell directly to the ground.
"Quick! Help me open a way, I want to catch the leader!" Jerome Bonaparte held the stick in his right hand and took out the revolver in his waist with his left hand.
The workers near Jérôme immediately stopped when they saw this, and Jérôme Bonaparte quickly fired his gun into the air.
The sound of gunfire made everyone present freeze. Jérôme seized the opportunity and knocked down another worker.
The policemen and vigilantes who followed him also followed Jerome Bonaparte's footsteps and rushed forward.
Jérôme Bonaparte and his party opened a passage in the crowd and came to the head of the "labor movement".
Jerome, holding a gun in his left hand and a staff in his right hand, pointed the gun at the person in charge's chest. George John grabbed the person in charge's arm so that he could not escape.
The remaining police officers took out their rifles and revolvers and pointed them at the workers.
"Everyone! If you don't want him to die, just stop!" Jerome Bonaparte shouted with venomous words.
Being coerced into becoming a vigilante for no reason made Jerome Bonaparte very unhappy. He did not want to participate in this meaningless battle.
After hearing Jerome Bonaparte's words, the workers stopped one after another.
"Make a way!" Jérôme said to the workers, putting his revolver behind the person in charge.
The workers whose backbone was captured consciously gave way to a road, and the scarred police and vigilantes surrounded Jérôme Bonaparte and George John and rushed out of the encirclement.
