I am a tutor/Terra transcriber in Terra, but the enlightenment stream

At this point, this letter is not just targeting "Y" alone, but is targeting the entire group that supports the empire.

""The principle of the Ursus monarchy is, in general, to despise people, to despise people, and to make them less than human beings; and you think that its principle is honor, trying to reconcile the three identical concepts of monarchy, autocracy, and tyranny. To find the difference is simply ridiculous and ridiculous. "

"The Ursus reformists once mistakenly hoped that the emperor would realize their wishes and ideas, but doing so did not change the facts at all. The Battle of Blood Peak ended the hope of the Ursus monarchy."

"The emperor can neither make himself nor his subjects free men, true men."

"L"'s writing began to touch upon the foundation of Ursus, which is also what "L" said was the reason why the empire still exists today.

"The entire ruling group of Ursus used extremely despicable and unsightly means to deceive and fool the people of Ursus."

"On the one hand, they promote the same theory of imperial honor as you; on the other hand, they constantly shift the contradictions to create the illusion of prosperity, making the people feel subconsciously uneasy about movements and changes, and therefore demand the restoration of the old peaceful order."

This letter ends here, there is no beginning or end.

The second half of it was not published in the newspaper, but the above content alone is enough to crush the mainstream attack on "The Ideology of the Ursus Nation" that dominates today.

This newspaper leaked out of Chernobog in just one day - with the support of public opinion from the industrial aristocracy and the operation of the terrorist intelligence network that integrated the movement in the dark.

It entered workshops, shops, schools...

——And factories.

"Ha, I just said 'L' was right!"

During the reading time at three o'clock in the afternoon, the workers took a few old newspapers and put them on the dirty pipes, and gathered together to read "Pravda".

Most of the workers in Ursus are not illiterate. Their education level is at the middle school level, so they can still recognize these words.

"What's down there? Why is it gone?"

Some people also saw the abnormality, just like the dog author had broken the chapter, and they were upset.

At the right time, the foreman came.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I just had to deal with something."

He smiled apologetically and held a newspaper in his hand.

"Hey, old Huge, didn't that son of a bitch call you over today?"

"Can't you just hope that he'll do well?"

The workers made a fuss again.

Old Huge is actually not old, he is new here. He used to be a senior executive in a military industrial company, but I don't know if he just couldn't think of anything and ended up in this damn place as a foreman.

But they all liked him. He had no airs and was very good at being a good person. He scolded the managers and factory directors together every day. He would come over whenever he had nothing to do. He didn't mind being dirty. He was already one of their own.

"Okay, stop arguing...move your butt."

Old Huge sat in the middle of the workers, waved the newspaper in his hand, and said proudly: "You got it secretly, the latest news?"

"What the hell?"

"Letter, the second half of the letter you just read."

"..." The workers looked at each other in confusion. Old Huge did not hesitate and started reading directly:

"Due to all the above reasons, all the wishes and ideas of the people of Ursus regarding human rights and duties have returned to the previous state of confusion, that is to say, the people have returned to the old rigid slave state. ."

“Here slaves labored silently, while the owners of land and slaves ruled the empire as silently as possible with educated and docile servants.”

The existing system of exploitation is causing divisions within today's society many times faster than population reproduction. This division cannot be cured by the empire, because it does not heal at all, it only exists and enjoys it. "

Old Hu Ge paused and looked around quietly.

Changed, everything changed.

Unlike when he first started promoting "The Ideology of the Ursus Empire", the workers stopped laughing and began to listen and think.

So Old Huge began to read the last paragraph - loudly, with cadence, and sonorously and forcefully:

"All of you - the emperor, the nobles, and the so-called 'scholars' are just afraid, so you make a big show of trying to refute and distort the truth."

"Those who suffer are thinking, and those who are thinking are oppressed, because the existence of us people will inevitably make the world that is full of food and drunkenness restless."

"Our mission is to expose and change your dirty, despicable, dark old world, and move towards a bright world that truly belongs to the masses."

——An ordinary scholar who speaks for the public, "L"

After Old Huge finished reading, he fell into silence with them.

After a long time, someone finally said bitterly: "So what?"

Everyone was shocked.

Yes, so what?

Everyone present had wives and children, and they still needed this job to make a living. Besides, those gentlemen were not vegetarians. They had muskets, crossbows, cannons, and explosives.

The masters and masters are united, not only from Chernobog, but also from St. Jun's Castle, and from the whole of Ursus. What can they do?

The fire that had just been ignited in their hearts was extinguished. After all, the workers were not enthusiastic students. They had more to consider and more to bear.

Everything seems to be over.

"L" won, and the military aristocrat lost.

This debate made the "Ideology of the Ursus Nation" widely disseminated and established its correctness, touching the foundation of their rule and seriously shaking the legitimacy of their rule.

Politically, the capital aristocracy began to intensify its suppression of the old aristocracy under the pretext of changing the empire, abolishing exploitation, and liberating the infected.

As the core of this story, the city of Chernobog has gathered almost all the big capitalists in Ursus.

Perhaps they felt that they were sure of victory and no longer had any worries, so they began to enjoy the fruits of their victory.

Start by getting more benefits from workers.

Chapter 35 Chernobog Uprising

At six o'clock on August [-]rd, before dawn, a sound of gongs woke up the sleeping workers.

These people all sleep here because their families live in slums, far away from factories, and they have recently been required to work overtime. Some of them have not been home for a week.

In fact, the sleeping conditions were also very poor. The workers climbed up from the extremely hard cardboard and shivered from the cold even though it was August.

"Who the fuck, why are you knocking at this point?" Someone couldn't help but yelled angrily.

The people around him could clearly see who was beating the gong, and quickly pulled him to lower his head.

The manager walked up to the two of them and walked past with a half-smile.

"You're really uneducated. I'll deduct a thousand chelvins this month."

"……Yes."

No one dared to refute that the manager was the manager, his position was even much higher than that of the factory, and he was a manager of the company.

Seeing that everyone was getting up, the manager shouted loudly:

"The head office has ordered that working hours will be extended to 15 hours a day this month. Of course, hourly wages will still be paid. At the same time, in order to ensure your safety, no one is allowed to go home and rest on the spot."

"Don't complain, you can ask around. All factories in Chernobog have implemented it since yesterday, and we are no exception."

No one dared to speak out even if they said such words. All the workers lowered their heads and were as quiet as death.

"Ha-uh-"

Someone suddenly yawned, and the sound was particularly loud in the dull atmosphere.

The manager's arrogant eyes locked onto him instantly, and he walked up to him with long strides, chest raised.

"Your name?"

"Old Huge, I don't have a last name. If you want, you can call me 'Fengjian'."

"Well, you haven't had any rest, okay?"

"Don't you have eyes? We got off work at twelve o'clock last night and were woken up at six o'clock today. Who here has a good rest?"

Old Huge's eyes widened and he spat directly into the manager's face. He was so angry that he turned blue, but he calmed down and knew that it was not a good place to have conflicts with workers, so he said with a fake smile:

"I can understand your feelings. It is indeed very hard, but there is nothing you can do about it. After all, all factories..."

"After all, the gentlemen of Chernobog have united together to squeeze us poor people to the end, right?"

Old Huge smiled disdainfully.

After being a senior executive for so many years, I have long been tired of hearing this rhetoric.

The large factories in Chernobog are almost clustered together, and there is not even one kilometer between the two factories. It is too easy to collude. Everyone knows this, but old Huge said it for them.

The manager looked unkind, but Old Huge didn't care at all. He slowly moved his face forward, stared into his eyes less than two centimeters away from him, and said word by word:

"Stooge, go to--your-- to--."

"I***."

The manager finally couldn't help it and punched Old Huge hard on the temple.

"Plop", old Hu Ge fell to the ground.

The manager belatedly realized what he had done.

He broke out in a cold sweat and looked around - ha, everyone had their heads lowered, useless things.

After clearing his throat, the manager adjusted his proud tone and said:

"A little lesson, this is..."

What happens when you rebel against a company.

I haven’t finished my words because I can’t finish them.

"You ****, brothers, old Huge is about to be beaten to death, and you are still watching, he is still not an Ursus!"

I don't know who roared, and the workers couldn't bear it. Old Huge's fall became a fuse, detonating the entire factory.

"Son of a bitch factory, I've had enough of it!"

The resentment and anger accumulated over more than a month and more than ten years were aroused at this moment.

The workers, overwhelmed by anger, picked up the tools around them - whether they were wrenches or hammers, and swarmed at the manager.

His screams fueled the crowd's madness, the inner beast was unleashed, and the blood made the workers even more excited.

The person who still retained a trace of reason helped Old Huge aside, and when he saw the manager's immature look, he understood that they were finished.

The workers present probably knew they were doomed.

But, now that it’s over, what are you still afraid of?

"Damn it, fuck them!"

"Brothers, smash, rob, and go to the weapons arsenal!"

The surging crowd took everything that could be used as a weapon, their anger was transmitted to each other, and they became hysterical. Death became the highest honor for a moment.

There was only anger and joy on their faces, and their only desire was to kill, kill, kill until rivers of blood flowed.

"These bastards are crazy, come on!"

The factory's garrison weapons depot was just on the edge. The security guard connected the communication in panic, but the door was knocked open the next second, and he died without even having time to make a sound.

A weapons depot was captured.

Three minutes later, the sound of muskets, crossbows, and cannons sounded one after another.

"what happened?"

"What's going on here?"

Workers in other factories heard the sound, and then saw someone wearing the same clothes as them handing over a weapon.

"Fuck them, fuck these sons of bitches!"

They only said one word, but the weapons in their hands instantly ignited their anger.

Wherever the crowd walked, more and more people joined the fight. If the mudslide generally rolled more and more, it eventually became an irresistible force. From the southwest corner to the northeast corner, a riot swept the entire factory area. .

The major weapons depots were successively captured, the garrison forces fled, and the bodies of workers were beaten to pieces from time to time, but death did not make people feel fearful or flinching at all.

Crazy, all workers are crazy, and the corpses of their companions will only make them lose their minds even more.

The Chernobog factory area was reduced to a sea of ​​flames. The flames were raging and could spread at any time.