Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

All night long, all the police in Paris were caught up in the negative emotions of anxiety, restlessness, uneasiness, nervousness, and so on.

They looked at the darkness of Paris as if every dark corner held the black muzzle of a traitor, and did not know that the window would fly out with the stones and rubble of the assassination.

Insecurity enveloped everyone's heart. Someone once said, when a knife fell on one's body, it wasn't actually that scary. The most frightening thing was that when the knife hung over one's head, it wouldn't fall.

All the secret meeting places for the workers were plotting a demonstration the next day. All the police in Paris knew that there would be a serious demonstration tomorrow, and there would even be a violent conflict, but no one dared to interfere, and no one dared to copy these illegal meetings!

Facing the wrath of the entire working class and the citizens of Paris, these policemen were completely terrified!

The director, who had been standing at the corner all night, had two long nose holes in his nose from the night breeze. He stamped his feet, rubbed his hands together, and paced back and forth around the corner.

"It's already the end of March, and it's still so cold. If only we had a cup of warm coffee …"

"Bureau Chief, let's have another cigarette. You've been awake all night …" His subordinates were flattering him.

The director shook his head and pointed to a cigarette butt on the floor. "You're still smoking?" "My lungs are about to explode. What I need now is hot water and hot soup …"

The subordinate's face turned bitter, "It's only 5 in the morning, where can I find you a restaurant to open the door to?" "There's really no other way. I can only knock on the doors of those residents and see if they have breakfast prepared at their homes …"

"Are you going to die? What is this place? What time is it now? You dare to buy breakfast at the homes of the residents of this area? Be careful that they poisoned you! "

When the policeman who was praising the horse heard this, his neck shrunk while his eyes revealed a terrified expression. After thinking about it, it was really true!

Now all the lowest citizens of Paris are furious, and their moods are very violent. They might even poison your coffee if they meet a hateful government.

While the policemen were complaining and swearing, the sound of messy footsteps came from the alley. A few blue-collar workers wearing greasy work clothes walked out of the alley while rubbing their bloodshot eyes.

They glared at the policemen on duty, then stood arrogantly across the street, as if they were fighting in the arena.

These policemen … it seemed like they were on the wrong side of the road! There were more than 20 workers gathered together, standing around the corner and not going to work, not coming home to eat and revolt, just talking and smoking in low voices.

However, the workers were treated much better than the policemen, and soon the children brought them coffee and bacon and bread from home.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Some police officers who couldn't stand watching the scene walked over, "Why are you not coming home to eat so early in the morning? Why are you eating on the streets? Don't you need to work later huh … "

Before he could finish his sentence, the policeman who was walking forward suddenly stopped and stood in the middle of the street. He suddenly saw another 50-60 workers coming out of the alley and walked towards them with a furious look on his face.

This time, the gap in the number of people between the two sides was even greater. The police chief on one side of the long street only had a dozen or so police officers guarding him, while the workers on the other side of the street had already gathered over 70 people.

The policeman in the middle of the street swallowed his saliva and quietly retreated. He no longer dared to ask what these people were doing!

Pui … A mouthful of phlegm was spat at his feet. A tall and sturdy worker was like an enraged bull as he panted heavily, "A bunch of Emperor's lackeys!"

"You …" The policeman just said one word and wanted to say something, but his companions reached out and dragged him back, "Don't mess with them, the higher-ups have given us new orders, let's stay calm and control ourselves. As long as these people don't rebel, we don't need to worry about them …"

The bureau chief was so scared that his legs and stomach started twisting. He carefully stepped back and even said, "I seem to have caught a cold, all of you …" "You guys stay here for a while longer, I'm going to go back and take some medicine …" Then he turned around and left, running back to the police station without caring about his subordinates.

Since the leaders had already retreated, the policemen were even more afraid to care about the workers. They subconsciously retreated, moving further and further away from the workers. It was getting farther and farther away.

The police did not expect that after walking a few steps in another homostomia, they would see another group of tens of workers gathered together. This time, everyone understood that the scale of today's demonstration would definitely not be small.

As expected, all the slums and commoner districts in the whole of Paris City were riled up one by one by the Workers' representative.

After the meeting, the Workers' representative s who had returned to their own neighborhoods all dragged their workers and neighbors along and their fellow countrymen out of their homes at 5 AM in the morning.

There were countless large and small groups of workers that gathered together. There were usually four to five of these small groups that gathered together on a long street. They stood there looking at the time, anxiously waiting!

Very quickly, these small groups began to converge together. The 50-60 people quickly gathered together into a one hundred and two hundred people. The groups of one hundred and two hundred people began to merge together, becoming five hundred to six hundred people or even up to a thousand people!

The more people gathered, the more daring they would become. When the policemen saw the situation unfolding before them, who would dare to go up and make things difficult for them? Their usual arrogance had completely disappeared. All of them ran away faster than rabbits.

The police did not dare to confront the workers directly, partly out of fear of overcrowding, and partly because they had just received the latest orders.

The order told them to only stay in the corner and observe in secret. They were not allowed to interfere as long as these people did not smash, burn, or rebel. The police were not allowed to obstruct any of their movements!

Time passed. When the pointer pointed to 8: 45 AM, almost at the same time, these workers' groups suddenly raised their banners and displayed a red flag. They began a demonstration that shocked Europe!

All the Workers' representative at the scene raised their hands and shouted, "Brothers, gather together! Make our voices! To the cruel Emperor! Let us be heroes, Victor. Nova sent you off! "

"Destination... Father Rashiz's cemetery! "Forward!"

Just like a clap of thunder, the entire Street in Paris was jolted awake by the loud sound waves! All the citizens who had gathered together had the same roar in their chests.

"Forward!" Burial of a hero! Long live Wei Keduonuowa! "