Chapter 35： reinforcements arrive

Jerome Bonaparte, who held the petitioner in charge and rushed out of the encirclement, was quickly supported by vigilantes and regular police outside the encirclement. They held blunt weapons and smoothbore pistols to block Jerome Bonaparte's before.

After seeing that the person in charge had been kidnapped, the workers who had thrown the rat trap did not dare to step forward, for fear that Jerome Bonaparte would kill the respected gentleman.

"Let go of Mr. McGradys! You bastard!"

The radical workers shouted and asked Jerome to let go, but Jerome turned a deaf ear. He looked curiously at the person in charge of the "unrest" who was wearing glasses and looked like a good gentleman, and asked, "You are McGrath. The person in charge of this strike?"

[McGrath: Member of the Executive Committee of the Charterist Association]

The head of the Charterist "petition" named McGrath kept his demeanor despite being "under siege". Jerome Bonaparte said in a passionate voice: "Sir, the purpose of our strike is only to Just fight for our own rights! Is it wrong for us to pursue our own rights? Is it wrong for us to pursue our own happiness? We work 15 or 16 hours a day, isn’t it hard enough?”

McGrath's speech silenced Jerome Bonaparte, who in his heart longed to stand with McGrath and even the workers of the world.

Because he thrived under the red flag "from a young age", but from his ass, he could never be too close to them.

The power of workers was too weak in the 19th century. In this era when the aristocracy and the emerging bourgeoisie jointly ruled, the proletariat was deprived of the right to speak.

Jerome knew that even if he stood with the workers, the final result would be just one more exile, or be killed in a certain uprising.

Compared with Jerome Bonaparte's "fine points", the fat sheriff has obviously completely transformed into a thorough bourgeois executioner.

The fat sheriff, who saw that the workers who were throwing the rat and the rat did not dare to step forward, changed his timid attitude again. He raised his chest and raised his head in front of McGrath, spitting arrogantly, and said contemptuously: "You are just a bunch of garbage, Pig! The purpose of your existence is..."

Before the Fat Sheriff could finish humiliating McGrath, Jerome Bonaparte, whose face was full of irritability, interrupted the Fat Sheriff forcefully: "Shut up! Mr. Stupid!"

The fat sheriff's voice stopped abruptly, and with a trace of anger on his face, he pointed at Jerome Bonaparte and shouted: "You are the vigilante in that area who yelled at me, do you know that? Can I let you in too?"

The fat sheriff's arrogant words made Jerome Bonaparte, who was originally irritable, even more irritable. He took out the gun and aimed it at the fat sheriff's feet and pulled the trigger, only to hear a "bang", the revolver shot White smoke appeared at the muzzle of the gun, and the smoke was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder, and a small hole also appeared at the feet of the fat sheriff.

The sudden change made the fat sheriff unable to react at all, and it was over. The fat sheriff, whose voice trembled because of his fright, pointed at Jerome Bonaparte: "You bastard!"

"Idiot! I told you to be quiet!" Jerome Bonaparte didn't show any sympathy for the idiot in front of him. The workers' anger was getting bigger and bigger. Come up, Jerome doesn't want to accompany the stupid sheriff to die.

The conflict between Jerome and the fat sheriff gradually eased the originally tense atmosphere, and the workers looked at the policemen who were caught in the infighting in confusion.

Several official members of the police team also showed schadenfreude smiles. A stupid boss is everyone's nightmare.

"Mr. McGrath!" Jerome Bonaparte ignored the fat sheriff's eyes that wanted to kill, and turned to the "prisoner" in a negotiating tone: "Can you let those working brothers go back first?"

brother

McGrath has not heard the word "brother" for a long time. Most decent people only regard workers as the lowest class of pariahs.

McGrath looked at Jerome Bonaparte curiously and said, "Sir, please allow me to refuse! Even if you kill me today, they will not leave! Only the government agrees to our terms!"

Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and said, "Mr. McGrath, believe me! The United Kingdom government will never agree to your conditions. They will only treat you as thugs and arrest you all!"

"We resist! We strike! We want them to see our determination!" McGrath said in high spirits.

"It's useless! Strikes can't solve the problem! Capital can be alienated into tools, and for factory owners, the tools are useless and can be replaced!" Jerome Bonaparte pointed to the workers standing opposite them and said: "The factory owners The loss of short-term benefits is acceptable, can they?"

Workers in Britain work very hard every day, and UU reading can only maintain a level where a family of three does not starve to death.

They can only fight on the premise of maintaining food and clothing. People who are starving to death are not qualified to fight!

"If I were them, I would make all the factory owners in London unite and blacklist all those who do not obey the discipline! What will you do at that time?" Jerome Bonaparte continued to ask a sentence.

"I..." McGrath was speechless. He, who was able to organize a strike, didn't think about such issues at all.

"You organized a strike with all your blood, but you couldn't end it! If the workers lose their jobs because of the strike, what is the difference between you and the government of the United Kingdom!" Jerome Bonaparte continued to export to McGrath.

"We want to overthrow the bourgeoisie and seize our rights!" McGrath's tone was somewhat lacking.

"By what to overthrow? What do you have? What is your foundation? What is the object of your unity?" Jerome asked a series of questions.

McGrath was even more speechless. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him seemed to understand the revolution better than him.

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"Reinforcements are here!"

The police officer who was sent by the fat sheriff to seek reinforcements returned panting and shouted, and behind him was a force of more than 200 vigilantes and police officers.

"Looks like you can't run away!" Jerome Bonaparte said to McGrath, spreading his hands.

Reinforced vigilantes and police forces joined forces to arrest all the workers and put them in jail.

McGrath, an advocate, was also arrested and jailed.

Surprisingly, Jerome Bonaparte, who was originally a "police savior", was also arrested.