"But teacher! But... but do we have to wait for the mercy of the rulers? Do you really believe that they will make a great heart and reform? Will they really give us rights?"

Bronki was exhausted physically and mentally. He leaned on the chair and said powerlessly, "The path we took was too difficult! Maybe as you said, if we don't make progress and choose to give in, we are waiting for death slowly, but if we choose to make progress and fight, the final result may be death quickly!"

"The environment is so harsh! No matter how we choose, it is a bloody road of no return! How many people will die, countless..."

The workers' movement in this era led by Blankey was called the movement of the utopian society#society in later generations. In fact, it can be seen from their forward-looking personality that the working class in this era is still in a period of confusion.

No one can predict the cruelty and irreconcilability of struggle, the idealism is full of energy, and even the mind of taking chances towards the enemy. What is more important is that they have the kindness that ordinary people generally possess.

This is very fatal! You must know that if you want to become an excellent politician, you must have the cruel spirit of ignoring human life. They will not take human life seriously. Everything is just a cold and ruthless number in their eyes.

If ten thousand people die and live 100,000 people, then as a ruler, there will never be any mercy. What's more, this exchange ratio is actually larger. For example, in war, the casualties of hundreds of thousands may be exchanged for tens of millions of people for decades of happiness.

This kind of talent of "ignoring human life" is not innate to humans, but needs to be cultivated in nature. Especially in ancient times, only large families with family backgrounds had this top-level education.

Just imagine, that school will teach its students to ignore human life? It must be gone. On the contrary, all education systems are desperately instilling peace, kindness and love!

It is not just the education system, but in fact, even religion, culture, etc. are instilling such ideas into the people. After thousands of years, the lower class people have a kind of almost instinctive kindness.

For example, Bronkey, the revolutionary pioneers, did organize many large-scale demonstrations and even carry out armed riots. There were indeed many bloody conflicts and countless people died in these operations.

In their eyes, this level of struggle is already very cruel, and their unbearable emotions are hard to express, so subconsciously they are unwilling to escalate the conflict.

In the eyes of these people, hundreds of corpses lying on the streets are already purgatory on earth. It should be enough to fight to this extent, right?

But they would never imagine that those rulers with family background, the noble politicians, had their hearts more ruthless than they thought, and their blood was colder.

In order to win, hundreds or thousands of lives are all counted, and hundreds of thousands of corpses are everywhere. If those people blink, they will lose!

This is just a group of fantasy revolutionaries, with the indelible kindness of ordinary people, who are ignorantly exploring the way for later generations!

The master and apprentice in the room were relatively speechless, and no one could say anything. Michelle was also silent. When she calmed down and thought about her proposal carefully, she realized that the road would take millions of lives to pave it!

Just when there was silence, a cheer suddenly sounded in the tavern hall, followed by deafening singing, acoustic guitar, violin and military marching drums began to accompaniment.

"The glorious moment for men who are moving forward to the motherland of France has come! The tyranny oppresses us, the land of the motherland is in pain*! The land of the motherland is in pain! You can see the fierce soldiers killing the people everywhere, and they take the lives of your wife and children from your arms!"

"Citizen! Armed! Citizen! Fight to the death! Advance! Advance! One heart! Eliminate the enemy!"

"Marseille! They are singing Marseille!" Michel shouted excitedly, then pushed open the door and walked out.

At this time, the tavern hall was already crowded with people, and more than 100 people were squeezed into the tavern, which could only accommodate more than 30 customers.

On the table in the middle, a young man stood on the top of the table, leading the singing, and the drunk citizens all sang this war song from the Great Revolutionary period passionately!

Marseille, this is a hymn in the hearts of the French people! During the Great Revolution, the citizens of the Marseille uprising formed a volunteer army and went to Paris to support their comrades. Along the way, they sang this song to inspire all the people.

The First Republic of France set the song as the national anthem, but after the Napoleon coup, the song was abolished and regarded as illegal and did not have time to recover until the Second Republic.

After Napoleon III came to power, it was even more impossible for him to violate his uncle's orders, so the French song of Marseille at this moment was a forbidden song.

Maybe one or two people humming this song because they like it will not cause any confusion, and the police will not really throw you into prison just because of a song.

But if more than a hundred people sing this song together, then the French rulers cannot ignore it! This is a naked challenge to the empire!

Michelle sang with tears in his eyes and followed the rhythm. The war songs of the old Republic inspired people, and the comrades on the table mobilized everyone's emotions.

"Eugen Baudier! When did you come back from Lyon?" Michel shouted loudly.

The man who led the singer on the table jumped down and gave a big hug to the comrades, "Michelle! How can I not come back? Faced with earth-shaking changes in the times, how can I not go back to Paris!"

"Oh! Teacher, the teacher is here too..."

The hands were tightly held together, and the three of them laughed happily in the passionate singing. If Xiao Letian was here at this moment, he would definitely jump over to find the young man to ask for an autograph.

Because this person is the lyricist of the famous Internationale, the root of all the red songs in the world!

I don’t know how many times I covered Marseille, until people’s voices were hoarse, and then I calmed down under the suppression of the cold beer.

"Long live! Long live France!"

"Do you know? Lyon has set off two more regiments and the troops have gathered in Strasbourg!"

"That's right! Not only Lyon, but also Nantes has a regiment of cavalry heading towards Metz!"

"Long live the empire! Long live the invincible France!"

"Teaching a lesson to those Prussians! Even the Asian pigtails were thrown into the Atlantic Ocean!"

The atmosphere in the tavern was already hot to the top. The police and spys outside the door were watching the police and secretly sang cigarette butts and sighed. According to the rules, so many people sang ban songs, so they had to arrest people immediately.

But I didn’t expect that so many people would shout the slogan of long live the empire in the end!
Chapter completed!