Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The whole city of Paris was in a state of turmoil. Countless workers and civilians gathered in the streets, under the red flags, and walked towards the cemetery of Father Rashiz.

The slogans echoed through the sky!

"severely punish the murderer! And you even want justice and justice! "

"Hand over Pierre. Bonaparte, let the people judge him! "

"Down with Napoleon III! Hit those filthy and ugly nobles! "

"Long live working class! Long live the citizens! Long live the France! "

The shouts came wave after wave like a crescent moon, constantly lapping at the hearts of the people in the city! Champs-Elysées, Montmartre Street, Sèvres Street, St. Michel's Avenue... The main street of Paris was packed with demonstrators.

The middle class and small capitalists on the street looked at the chaos before them in horror. They were so frightened that they turned around and ran home. When they returned, they immediately ordered their servants to pack up their belongings and prepare to take refuge in the countryside.

The owner of the shop, who had just started business in the morning, carefully opened the window and the door. He was dumbstruck by what he saw in front of him.

They didn't know what was going to happen today, but before he could figure it out, an inky flyer was stuffed into his arms.

"Take a look, my dear citizen. Napoleon III's nephew had shot and killed an innocent journalist. This is a challenge to human rights.

"Long live China!"

Following the loud and clear slogans, snowflakes floated down from the top of the buildings along the street. All of the slogans and slogans for protest were printed on them.

In Champs-Elysées, this was the core of the entire city parade. Wa Erlan and Du Waer walked in front, side by side, hand in hand.

"Long live the Republic! Resist the tyrannical rule of all emperors! "

"Long live the people! to all citizens of the France! "

"Trial these criminals! is fair and just! "

"I pay my respects to Wei Keduonuowa! Revenge for our warriors! "

Before the two of them had even shouted, the tens of thousands of workers behind them would shout loudly in unison. This scene was truly spectacular.

These two were the highest level commanders of the Workers' Movement. At this moment, their master was in Brussels, and all the workers in Paris were under their command!

Behind them were surging waves of people. Seeing the surging power released by the working class, the two revolutionaries felt their chests ignited with flames. At that moment, it was as if they could see their emperor, who was high above them, being burnt to ashes!

"Did you see that? Wa Erlan! This was the power of the working class! This is the power of the people! "

"Dear Du Waer, of course I saw it! I can even see the flames burning on people! This was a fire of anger that could burn the entire Old World! Let the world see the power of the people! "

"Victor. Nova! My fellow comrade, please don't leave the Spirit of Heaven. Take a look at this world shocking demonstration! This is all because of you, and also because of revolting against tyranny! "

"Your blood will not flow in vain! Your sacrifice has encouraged thousands of citizens to go against the tyranny in their cause. The people will not forget you, and the working class will not forget you! "

"Carry the coffin!" Bring up the coffin! Let our hero take the lead! "

Victor. Nova's coffin was carried on the shoulders of eight robust men. They were well-chosen steelworkers, tall and strong, and above all the same height.

The pitch-black coffin was lifted steadily on their shoulders. After hearing Leader's order, the eight workers all walked to the front of the group with large strides. Surrounded by a group of red flags, they walked to the center of Champs-Elysées.

All the pedestrians on the road saw that the coffin was brought out and they all scattered in fright. The aristocrats' carriages turned around and left as they saw the scene, and the entire Champs-Elysées became a place for revolutionaries to demonstrate their prowess!

The old nobles and capitalists in the small buildings along the street were scared to the point of wetting their pants. Seeing tens of thousands of people rushing towards them, the power that erupted at that moment was not something that an ordinary person could withstand!

"Damn it!" What are our police doing? Where is our army? Why had it not appeared yet? Why haven't we suppressed these damned poor bastards yet! "

"What is His Majesty planning to do?" Was he going to bow his head in front of these poor bastards? Men, get me some clothes! "

The trembling butler hurriedly advised, "My lord!" Going out at this time is not a good choice. The poor bastards outside are crazy, they can do anything! "

"Shut your mouth, I want to go to the police station and question those full of fat trash. Why have they not stopped these crazy thugs up till now?!" "I'm going, the police headquarters is protesting, I'm even going to the military headquarters to protest …"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a sudden crack. A rock broke the glass of their house, scaring the housekeeper and him until they were trembling all over.

"The proletariat of the whole world is united against these nobles and capitalists who oppress us! Get out of the house! to demonstrate with us! " The protester's roar came from outside the window.

A leaflet wrapped in stone broke the glass and rolled around the room. When the stone stopped in front of the capitalist, the haughty old master no longer dared to protest.

"Hurry up and prepare me some tattered clothes, I want to go out …"

The steward remembered that he was close to tears. Do you still want to go out? The street is too dangerous. The police and the military must have long known about the demonstration. There must be a reason why they haven't shown up yet.

"Hurry up and stop talking, who said I was going to the police station, hurry up and find me a set of tattered clothes, pack up all the valuables in our house, and flee to the countryside, we can't stay here anymore!"

"What have I not seen at my age? My father saw the great revolution with his own eyes. The only thing to do now is to get out of Paris, into the countryside, hide as far away as possible, come back when things are too peaceful, and pack up. This damned place can't stay a day longer. "

More and more wealthy people were making up their minds to flee Paris, because they saw the difference in this demonstration, because it was too big to imagine.

Champs-Elysées alone had gathered nearly 60 thousand citizens, the people upstairs could not even see where they were going. Every time they shouted out the slogan, the ground would tremble, and the windows of the houses started to ring.

The Champs-Elysées was only one of them, the other main streets also had thousands or even tens of thousands of people protesting against the existence of a procession.

50 thousand, 80 thousand, 100 thousand, 150 thousand, 250 thousand... Right now, even the Organizer s didn't know how many people had come, but there was one thing for sure: the number of people would definitely not be less than 250 thousand.

Such a large demonstration was enough to completely paralyse Paris, the most beautiful city in the world at that time.