Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"But teacher!" However … But do we have to wait for the mercy of the rulers? Do you really believe that they will go out of their way to reform? Will they really give us the right? "

Blanqui was both physically and mentally exhausted. He leaned on the chair and said weakly, "The road we are walking on is really too difficult! Perhaps, as you said, if we don't advance and choose to retreat, then we will slowly wait for death. But if we choose to advance and choose to struggle, then the final result might be instant death! "

"The environment is too harsh!" No matter how we choose, it's still a bloody path of no return! "How many people will die? Countless …"

The Workers' Movement that Blanqui was leading in this era, was a movement that the later generations called the Illusory Paradise Society's denizen. Actually, from their personality, one could tell that the working class of this era was still in a period of confusion.

No one could predict the ruthlessness and irreconcilability of the struggle. They were full of idealism, and even had a fluke mentality towards their enemies. The most important thing was that they possessed the kind of kindness common to ordinary people.

This was very fatal! One must know that in order to become an outstanding politician, one must have the cold spirit of disregard for human life. They would not take human life seriously. In their eyes, everything was but a cold and merciless number.

If ten thousand people could live for a hundred thousand, then as a government official, he would not be the slightest bit lenient. Moreover, this kind of exchange ratio was actually a lot bigger; for example, a war; the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people could be exchanged for tens of millions of years of happiness.

This talent of 'ignoring human life' was not innate, but something that needed nurturing. Especially in ancient times, only large clans with a family background would have this kind of top-notch education.

Just think about it, would that school teach their students to disregard human lives? Definitely not, on the contrary, all the education systems are desperately instilling peace, kindness and love!

It wasn't just the education system. In fact, even religion, culture, and other areas were instilling such thoughts into the masses. After a few thousand years, the lower class people had a kind heart that was almost instinctual to them.

For example, Blanqui and the other pioneers in the revolution, they had indeed organized many large scale demonstrations, and had even carried out armed uprisings.

In their eyes, this level of resistance was already extremely cruel. The unspeakable unspeakable unhappiness filled their hearts, so they were subconsciously unwilling to let the conflict escalate.

In the eyes of these people, if there were thousands of corpses lying on the street, then that would already be a living hell.

But they never would have thought that those rulers, those aristocratic politicians, would be more ruthless and cold-blooded than they thought.

In order to win, hundreds of thousands of lives were nothing. Tens of millions of corpses were scattered all over the place. If those people were to blink their eyes, it would be considered their loss!

This was just a bunch of idealistic revolutionaries with an unerasable kindness from the common people. They were just foolishly scouting the path for the newcomers!

The master and disciple in the room were speechless, no one could say anything, and Michelle was speechless. When she calmed down and thought about her suggestion, she realized that the road would need millions of lives to open up!

Just as he was deep in thought, a burst of cheers came from the tavern's main hall, followed by deafening singing. Wood guitars, violins and the army's walking military drum began to accompany him.

"The moment of glory for the men who will advance to France's homeland has come! Autocratic tyranny oppresses us, and the motherland moans in pain! The motherland was groaning in pain! "Do you see those vicious soldiers killing people everywhere, taking your wife and children's lives from your arms!"

"Citizen!" Armed! Citizen! A battle to the death! Forward! Forward! All in all! "Exterminate the enemy!"

"Marseille Melody! They are singing a Marseille song! " Michelle shouted excitedly and pushed the door open.

At this time, the tavern's main hall was already bustling with noise and noise. The tavern that originally could only hold 30 customers had unexpectedly been crowded with over a hundred people.

A young man was standing on the table in the middle of the room, directing and singing. The drunk citizens were all passionately singing this war song of the revolutionary era!

The song of the Marseille, this was the song in the heart of the The French people! During the Revolution, the citizens of the Marseille rebel army formed a volunteer army and went to Paris to support their comrades. On the way, they sang this song to encourage all the citizens.

The First Republic of the France chose this song as the national song, but after Napoleon's coup, this song was abolished and considered illegal, even until the time of the Second Republic, there was no time to restore it.

Once Napoleon III came onto the stage, it was impossible for him to disobey his uncle's orders. Thus, the Marseille music was now a forbidden song in France.

Maybe one or two people singing this song because they like it won't cause any trouble, and the police won't really put you in jail for one song.

But if more than a hundred people were singing the song together, then the rulers of France could not ignore it! This was a blatant challenge to the Empire!

Michelle started singing along with the rhythm with tears in her eyes. The war song of the old Republic encouraged people, and the comrades on the table started to move their emotions.

"Eugen. Baudier! When did you get back from Lyon? " The singing master Michelle shouted loudly.

The man at the table jumped down and gave his comrade a big hug. How can I not come back? Facing the major change of this world, how can I not come back to Paris! "

"Oh!" "Teacher, teacher is also here …"

The three of them laughed heartily as they clenched their hands tightly. If Xiao Letian was here, he would definitely pounce towards this young man to get his autograph.

Because this person was the author of the famous international song, the root of all the popular songs in the world!

It was unknown how many times the Marseille song was played until everyone's voices turned hoarse. Only then did they calm down under the suppression of the ice-cold beer.

"Long live! Long live the France! "

"Do you know? Leon started two more groups, and the troops have already gathered at the Strasbourg! "

"That's right!" It is not only Leon, there is also a regiment of cavalrymen heading towards Mace! "

"Long live the Empire! Long live the undefeated France! "

"Let's teach those Prussian a lesson! Throw all those Asian pig tails into the Atlantic! "

The atmosphere in the tavern had reached its peak. The police spies outside shook their heads and sighed. According to the rules, since there were so many people singing the forbidden song, they would immediately arrest them.

But he had not expected that so many people would finally start shouting the slogan 'Long live the empire'!

"It's better to have one less thing to do than to have one more thing to do!" It was best not to provoke these poor bastards at this time! As long as you don't go out on the streets to demonstrate, you can sing whatever you like! "