By the time Ichiro Tanaka, the direct leader of the Japanese garrison base in Qingcheng, the captain of the wing, got the news of his subordinate captain, it was already the evening of the day.

The marchers had already left, and the small troop of troops who had rushed past was only a sign telling them to go to the city hall tomorrow for talks, and a demonstration by the Japanese still in their hands.

Tanaka, who has a lot of things, doesn't take it seriously at all.

He even felt that the Japanese consul in Qingcheng was too soft, and that his chosen collaborator, Mayor Wang, was a waste of dim sum.

In order to give these people some confidence in the talks, Captain Tanaka also directly lent this team that had been sent out to suppress it to the Japanese consul in Japan.

Let him take this group of absolute armed forces tomorrow to directly suppress the troublesome demonstrations, and by the way, rescue the imprisoned Japanese compatriots from the hands of this group of mobs.

This matter is too small a matter for Ichiro Tanaka.

He probably never thought that someone, no, someone who should have guessed that the Japanese side would definitely take action because of something that happened in the center of the city today.

As a result, the most slick police chief in Qingcheng, who has always taken making money as his own responsibility, and greatly admires Director Lin Wanqiulin, who is kind and wealthy, and can cooperate with prostitutes for money, after seeing the scale of the march with his own eyes and hearing what these union members are doing, actually gathered his wife and children and fled to his hometown in the countryside overnight.

As for the external reason, it is that my father is seriously ill.

In a land like Shandong, where filial piety is the sky, this is really the most perfect reason to leave one's post without permission.

As a result, most of the police force of the police department, which was supposed to be directly under the influence of the government, was lost in an instant.

Because the director's overnight escape was not hidden from the people under him.

There are even a few cronies of relatives and friends who belong to Director Lin, and they have been specially instructed by the director that it is best not to go to work recently.

Even the lowest junior police officer knows that this matter must not be actively obeyed.

But after one night's work, the police officers of Ziqing City asked for leave and absenteeism.

Early the next morning, Mayor Wang, the direct leader, called the police station, but he needed to go to the location of the subordinate regional office to find a useful manpower.

And after this person answered the phone, he yelled that the nearby citizen's residence was on fire, and the phone was not finished, and the person slipped away.

There was only one mayor Wang left, who was thunderous, smashed the Japanese phone, turned his head and was scolded by the Japanese consul.

"It's unreasonable, rubbish!"

"It seems that I still need a lot of help from Captain Tanaka today!"

"Let's take the elite of the Great Japanese Empire and meet the mob who don't do their business all day long!"

"Let them know that the order of the mayor of a city cannot be questioned!"

Just as Consul Fujii waved his hand and was about to take the escort given to him by the captain yesterday to his consulate, who would have thought that at this moment, five or six disgraced Japanese were taken into their temporary residence by several soldiers from the garrison base.

The people who came in in Ping-Pong burst into tears when they saw the face of the consul chief.

"Mr. Fujii, help! We ask the consulate to give me temporary asylum!"

"Consul Fujii, please make a serious protest to the Chinese government! Our workers, they have all rebelled!"

These people stood in front of the consul in Japan with a handful of snot and tears, which can be regarded as making these startled Japanese consuls see clearly who they were coming.

These were Japanese businessmen who opened a textile factory on the outskirts of Qingcheng.

At the end of each month, the Japanese factory directors who had been sent to China would deliver financial contributions to his consulate for doing business.

The money was collected by him, the consul in Japan, and transferred to the relevant economic departments in China to be managed by special personnel.

For this reason, the consul in Japan is really familiar with these people.

You must know that these merchants are dressed like dogs on weekdays, why are there still people who come to the garrison with only a pair of shirts?

After these factory directors saw the puzzled gaze of their consul, they cried even more fiercely.

"Mr. Fujii, Consul!"

"The mob that marched yesterday somehow moved the workers of our textile mills. Early this morning, instead of coming to work on time, we surrounded our factory director's office. ”

"We are required to abolish the deposit system, restore the basic wage in Qingcheng, safeguard the due interests of workers, stipulate a daily work limit, and pay additional remuneration if the time limit is exceeded......"

"They have made a lot of demands, and if they don't agree, they will continue the strike!"

"Consul, help, Consul! They asked too much, and we didn't agree. ”

"Who would have thought that they would be so bold as to try to storm the factory director's office and drag me out on the streets. ”

"When I saw that things were not going well, I jumped out of the window and escaped through the back door. ”

"Originally, I thought that we would come directly to the consul to make the decision, but who would have thought that after we fled into the city, we found that the consulate where the consul was located had already been destroyed by another wave of mobs. ”

"We have been secretly probing for a long time, and then we know that the consul is now in the garrison base. ”

"So we can only get together now, and we have the courage to apply for the right to visit the army, and we only hope to see the consul, and I hope that Mr. Fujii can call the shots for us Japanese businessmen who do our duty!"

Hearing this, Consul Fujii didn't say anything, but an indescribable expression appeared on Mayor Wang's face on the side.

Who in this green city doesn't know the ruthlessness of the Japanese factory.

Even if the locals are unemployed, they will not easily go to the factories in Japan to earn a living.

This entry into the Japanese factory is like entering a ghost gate.

They want to live a few more years.

Besides, he had already said that what these Japanese were doing was not authentic, and that under such persecution, those workers would inevitably resist.

You see it's okay now, sooner rather than later, but after a big incident, I was forced to reverse by this group of Japanese.

If you want him to say, these factory directors are here to make trouble.

If you agree to the demands of other workers, won't there be nothing?

It's like it's better now, and the parade that has been growing again has expanded to an unimaginable level.

Even if a hundred workers were added to this factory, the directors of these six Japanese textile factories would be here, and six hundred would be added to the procession.

Mayor Wang subconsciously looked behind him and saw that there were less than a hundred team leaders.

When the time comes, don't suppress it, but instead become a one-sided group fight, and the result of not holding the public accountable is that even if he, the mayor, is killed, I am afraid that no one will be able to avenge him.

Mayor Wang's movements were vague, but they were still swept by the corner of the eyes of the Japanese consul in front of him.

He was very annoyed that Mayor Wang did not trust the combat effectiveness of their great Japanese army, and yelled unceremoniously at the timid mayor: "You useless thing, you dare to question the combat power of our army!"

"What are you afraid of! No matter how many sheep there are, they can't match a lion!"

"This is no longer a matter of your Qingcheng citizens marching.

This is already a big thing for the mob to disrupt the normal business of my Japanese businessmen!

From now on, you, as the blessed party, just stand behind us and watch carefully!"

"What role can you play in a waste that can't even be mobilized by the police officers of the police station!"

After speaking, Consul Fujii waved his hand at several Japanese factory directors: "Go, wash your faces for me!"

"What a disfigured person, what do you look like!"

"Give you ten minutes, pack up and follow the back of the line, and we'll head straight to the consulate!"

"Hey!!"

The Japanese factory directors who have been guaranteed don't care about being scolded.

Isn't it common in Japan for superiors to insult and slap subordinates?

Is the mayor of China really thin-skinned, as sad as if he had lost a loved one?

They couldn't understand Mayor Wang's distress, but they knew that their trip had finally achieved its goal.

When the happy businessmen packed themselves up as quickly as they could, and followed the carts of the large army to the front of the consulate in the concession area, the dense crowds of people here still washed away the smugness they had just raised.

There are so many people, and there are hundreds of banners alone.

Today, with large-scale propaganda and organization, coupled with a steady stream of workers from the six Japanese factories who rushed from the suburbs, this small concession area has been fully occupied.

When the Japanese came with their poor army, it was like a drop of water flowing into the sea...... It did not attract anyone's attention in the slightest.

If it weren't for the loud rumbling of the engines of military trucks, maybe they would have been completely buried in the sea of people because of their short height.

What I thought was a shining debut, but now it has been completely overlooked.

This made the anger of the Japanese consul, who had been frustrated yesterday, rise suddenly.

He arrogantly picked up the loudspeaker in the military jeep where he was sitting and shouted at the group of people standing in front of his consulate shouting slogans: "The mob blocking the Japanese gate! I advise you to leave immediately!!"

"You have violated the Sino-Japanese friendship agreement and the rights and interests of the concession area given to Japan by the Chinese side!"

"What you are doing now is illegal! If you don't quit! The bullets of our Japanese friends are not long-sighted!!"

The Japanese consul, who has been in Qingcheng for nearly 20 years, also has a Chinese accent that smells of oysters.

But when he finished speaking, no one felt any sense of intimacy.

They heard nothing but contempt and insult for them in these words.

These powerful Japanese have never treated them as equals, and the attempt to sit down for a tripartite negotiation is like wishful thinking on their part, and it is a little ridiculous to be naïve.

At this time, whether it was the hot-blooded Deng Mingen or the thoughtful Su Shuwei, they all had an emotion similar to anger towards the performance of the Japanese.

But after this anger receded, a deeper powerlessness welled up in their hearts.

When did the Chinese become such a situation?

The consul of a small island country is just a city, and he dares to say such words to so many people and people in China.

This kind of contempt is just due to the weakness of the national strength, the incompetence of the government, and the ignorance of the people, and many other reasons, which have made the current state of chaos and humiliation.

Now let alone the consul of a country, just a random Japanese ronin can stand in front of dozens of Chinese and shout arrogantly.

Qingcheng, a city, was bullied by outsiders relatively rare?

When this sense of despair surged like a turbulent wave to these people in Qingcheng, who still had conscience, hope, and blood, and tried to save a family, a city, and a country with their own strength, a kind of mourning and courage flourished from their bone marrow.

They are like magma on a volcano, wrapped in indomitable courage, dispelling the despair given to them by those on the other side, and letting a bloody courage called saving themselves and saving their country fill their weak and strong bodies.

Even if they are now facing Japanese soldiers armed with real guns, they still have the courage to fight to the death for this injustice.

Behind them is the sovereignty of thousands of Qingcheng compatriots, and the happiness and dignity of thousands of ordinary people.

If they don't defend and resist, then the city will become the grave of the most cowardly, a slave farm for foreigners......

And they, having finally gained freedom and rebirth from the rule of the old dynasty, if the price of escaping from the cage of slavery is to enter an even more humiliating cage in a foreign land......

They'd rather ...... I'd rather die!

Therefore, in the procession that quieted down after the Japanese consul shouted these words, Deng Mingen slowly raised his arms.

He is a professor who is famous in Qingcheng for his literary talents, and his fists are naturally rugged and weak.

But all the people who followed him only felt that the person who clenched his fist was so tall and majestic, and his fist was so bloody and powerful.

It was as if a voice in my heart kept saying to them: Follow him, follow him, do what you think is right!

"Down with Japanese imperialism! Never sign a treaty of loss of power and humiliation of the country!"

"Down with you!" a small voice was about to respond to Deng Mingen, but quickly retreated because of the silence around him, and when this rash follower thought that he was presumptuous, there was an even louder roar around him.