The obese warden swept over everyone with a grim expression, he had just stood behind the scenes, and he had clearly witnessed everything that had just happened in the cafeteria.

He saw DeSammy's appeal in prison, and he was glad that this guy would be sent to the gallows in a few days. Otherwise, I don't know how many waves it can set off.

However, in order to assert his authority, he silently slipped the prison guard's baton, walked up to Desami, raised the stick without a sound, and slammed it on his back.

There was a pop, and with a crash, Desami fell to the ground along with the bread and potatoes, unable to get up in pain.

At this point, a photograph fell out of his pocket and landed at Garion's feet.

Garion pretended to be casual and moved his footsteps, stepping on the photo to keep the guards from noticing.

The warden kicked him hard and scolded angrily, "What's the matter, wasn't it arrogant before? Can't even say a word now? Do you rebels really think they can shake the rule of the Bonapartes? Dream on. ”

Desami, who was kicked hard, gritted his teeth and let the rain kick on his body. The warden's excesses aroused the anger of the crowd, and they stood up one after another, clenching their fists.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the warden hurriedly drew his pistol from the waist of his entourage.

"Bang!"

Everyone was stunned by the sudden gunshot, and the warden held his revolver aloft and tightened the buttons of his clothes with a forceful movement. He looked angrily at this group of "mob prisoners" who liked to incite trouble, and said sharply, "Remember for me, if anyone dares to talk too much during dinner in the future, and talk about the court and the great Napoleonic Emperor, this is the end!" ”

"I, Saint-Mas, will swear to the Tuileries Palace that any rebel who dares to oppose the Empire will be dead!"

All the prisoners were forced to be silent, and they could only stare at the fat man in front of them with expressions that dared not speak, and the hatred and anger in their hearts were even stronger.

I want to devour this fat moth alive!

The warden St. Mas handed the smoking revolver to the prison guards, kicked away the chairs, and left with a high spirit, before leaving, he glanced at the revolutionaries in the prison, pointed at them and said, "If I see that there will be a next time, it will not be as simple as a beating." ”

Under Garion's angry gaze, he swaggered away. Only the cafeteria remained, and a group of disgruntled revolutionaries watched his back.

If it weren't for his bare hands, I'm afraid the warden would have died on the spot.

The riot of a few thousand people in the Central Prison was enough to shock the Tuileries Palace.

"Don't look at it, come and do me a favor."

Garion called a few people around, and they helped DeSami back to the cell, then laid him flat on the bed. Garian handed him the picture that had fallen to the ground earlier.

"Thank you, Garion, this picture is important to me."

DeSami held the photo tightly, looked at the other party's somewhat puzzled eyes, and said, "This is my daughter, I haven't seen each other in almost ten years." I was not a good father, and I entrusted her and my wife to the care of my friends because of the organizing of the revolution......"

Speaking of this, his heart was filled with sourness, and he said slowly, "I have kept this photo for so many years...... But I don't think I'll ever get a chance to see her again......"

Garion looked at the revolutionary party in front of him, a guilty father, who was about to be sent to the gallows, and suddenly wanted to do something. However, thinking about it, in addition to writing first-hand articles, I have no long skills.

Compared with the fearless revolutionary, he can only be ashamed of himself as a literati. After thinking for a long time, he asked, "What if Napoleon III is overthrown, and a new careerist comes to power?" It's like the French Second Republic ten years ago, ostensibly loyal to the people, but in fact a bunch of filthy vampires and moths clinging to the people. ”

"If you can't even republic, then overthrow him again."

De Sami said excitedly, "The French people will no longer be enslaved, as long as the government betrays the people, even if he is in the name of socialism, we will never admit it!" ”

Listening to this shocking remark, Garion was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Compared to those of you who are fighting for your ideals, I feel that a literati like me is useless. I'm ashamed that nothing can help you. ”

"Unless I teach you to sing a song, a war song belonging to the proletarian revolutionaries, I think that's the only thing I can do."

"Huh? Sing? ”

DeSami raised his head with difficulty, looked at Garion in front of him, and asked rhetorically, "What song?" ”

Garion looked serious and said word by word, "This song is called 'The Internationale'." I hope that the revolutionaries of the future will be like a burning prairie fire that will sweep through this decaying world, break all the shackles of the old era, and the light will eventually come. ”

Internationale......

De Sami looked at the young man in front of him and cleared his throat and slowly began to sing.

Majestic and passionate.

"Shhhh

The revolutionaries, who had been forcibly evicted back to their cells by the guards, faintly heard the singing, and they stopped the others from talking, and cautiously approached the cold iron door to try to hear what he was singing as clearly as possible.

Arise, hungry and cold slaves!

Arise, all the suffering people of the world!

The blood is already boiling.

Fight for the truth!

The old world is in the dark.

Slaves get up, get up!

Don't say we have nothing,

We want to be the masters of the world!

……

His singing echoed in the quiet cell, and at first he sang alone with little strength, but gradually the revolutionary prisoners, who understood the lyrics, were touched and began to sing along with his singing.

Like a trumpet in prison, "The Internationale" is calling out to those who are struggling to find the truth. The song pierced the numb soul, and the person who had lost hope lit the fire in his heart, lay down in the doorway, held his breath, and listened. I'm afraid I've made a mistake in one of the lyrics.

There has never been a savior,

Nor does it depend on the Immortal Emperor!

To create the happiness of mankind,

It's all up to us!

We want to reclaim the fruits of our labor,

Let the mind break through the cage!

Quickly burn the fire red,

Strike while the iron is hot to succeed!

……

The song was loud and loud over and over again, and the people around them began to move, and they followed the melody of Garrian and sang this song belonging to the working class, although some of the lyrics were not sung correctly, but everyone sang loudly from the bottom of their hearts.

Sing the strong indictment of the socialist revolutionaries and the grand ideals of the revolutionary forefathers.

A grand prison chorus!

The sound is like thunder!

Flashing thunder and lightning and fire tear through the dark reality and awaken the sleeping proletariat!

……

Who created the human world?

It's our working masses!

Everything belongs to the laborers,

How can there be room for parasites?

The most hateful of those vipers and beasts,

Eaten up our flesh!

Once they're gone,

The bright red sun shines all over the world!

This is the last struggle, united to tomorrow,

Internachonel must be realized!

……

The last sentence exploded like a thunderstorm in the central prison, and the tortured "Prometheus" pointed their head at the criminal and dirty capitalist world!

Not even the scolding of the prison guards could stop this huge torrent!

Internachonel must be realized!!!