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Proudhon had never seen such despair on Bakunin's face, and even when he was sentenced to death in 1850, the man who had maintained his fighting spirit had a dead gray tone of dejection. It was as if I had just experienced a nightmare of despair. He clutched a telegram in his hand and opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

Anxiety, panic, was written all over his face.

Garion stood aside, watching the play with the attitude of watching the fire from the other side.

"What's going on?"

Proudhon had a sense of foreboding in his heart, and he hurriedly grabbed the other party's shoulder and asked, "What are you doing stupidly, what is there to say, what is wrong?" Hurry. ”

Bakunin wept and mourned, he didn't know where to start with this matter, and after thinking for a while, he decided not to hide the terrible news of Proudhon. When he knew that all this had happened, he had been preparing for several years, but all of them were wiped out in this instant. At this moment, his heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and the cold was deep to the bone.

With trembling hands, Bakunin handed the telegram to Proudhon, and finally told the bad news.

"Just now Napoleon III has declared us to be an illegal revolutionary party, on the same charges as the Blanquists, and now we are arresting our revolutionary comrades in Paris, and those who have not had time to escape have been imprisoned by the French gendarmerie pending trial, and only a small number of members who have barely escaped have risked their lives to send us this telegram, Your Excellency Proudhon, now that our names are posted on the list of strings, it will not be long before news will be heard here in London. There is no way to return to Paris. Maybe you can only live in exile in London in the future, and you can't go back. ”

A bolt from the blue.

Proudhon felt as if his whole head had exploded, and he did not know why this was the case, when the Bonaparte government had already made a three-chapter agreement with him to allow the Proudhonists to operate within the framework of the Senate, and to be protected by the laws of the Reich.

After listening to Bakunin's report, Proudhon almost couldn't stand and fell to his knees.

It's all over.

He had been preparing plans for years, and he had been plotting for years, and in one day they were wiped out. Napoleon III had promised not to attack them, but he reversed himself at the most critical moment and sentenced the workers' congress to death.

The ending is already obvious.

Proudhon, who had been greatly wounded, was no longer qualified to compete with the Marxists for the power of the line and programme of the workers' congress. What they are thinking about now is how to preserve their last strength and not die under the butcher's knife of the reactionaries.

At this point, Pruhon finally understood the true meaning of what Garion had said earlier. It turned out that from the very beginning he was ready to attack himself, and the so-called revolutionary sympathizers were nothing more than traitors lurking among the revolutionaries!

Looking at the smiling face again, he realized that this guy who emphasized that he was just an ordinary writer was far more powerful than he imagined.

He stretched out a hand and said angrily, "You traitor, you led the wolf into the house and let Napoleon III send the secret police to arrest us, it was you who ruined the democratic revolution in France, you damned reactionary, executioner!" Napoleon's lackeys! ”

The weak Proudhon wanted to rush forward and grab Galian's collar, but he was pushed away by the other party and asked in a cold voice, "What's wrong?" Lord Proudhon? If you are unlucky, you will be angry with us, do you really think that you are the savior? But a ridiculous clown, and now it's time for you to pay the price for your previous conspiracy. ”

With a small lever, Gallian overthrew the revolutionary forces in Paris after finding the fulcrum.

"Damn ......"

Proudhon was already in a state of exhaustion, and now he was completely cornered, and I am afraid that in half an hour the delegates from all countries at the workers' international congress would receive the news that Proudhon's forces had disappeared in Paris, and that only the Marxists would be left in power, and that the originally undetermined wallgrass would choose Karl Marx's programme of struggle.

At that time, they would formally establish the line of struggle, and Proudhon would be completely excluded from the ranks of the revolution. This is undoubtedly worse for Proudhon and Bakunin, who were already crumbling.

"No, we haven't lost yet, and now is not the time to be frustrated."

Bakunin's angry eyes stared at Garion, although he didn't know what small actions were being made behind the scenes, but this person who claimed to only write articles and poems was obviously not as simple as they thought.

"What are your chances?"

Galian, who had been enduring for a long time, was sarcastic to the two of them at this time, beating the water dogs.

"Was there an uprising in Paris? Storming the Tuileries Palace to drive away Napoleon III? Or to launch a Proudhonist march in the streets, then suppressed by the police and gendarmerie in Paris? Admit it, the Proudhonists can't afford to make waves, you have underestimated Napoleon III's punishment of traitors, and perhaps now the Tuileries Palace is ready to offer a big bounty for your head, just like the orthodoxy of Bourbon blood hiding in England and not daring to go back. ”

A cloud-swallowing Garion continued to taunt the two of them.

"Instead of thinking now about how to expose my identity as a bourgeois lackey, it is better to think about how to save your career. After all, the current workers' international congress is no longer important to you, and even if you can be elected, why should you be elected? Your influence in the international affairs of European workers has been greatly diminished, and no one will take the name Proudhon as a hope for the future. ”

Proudhon clutched his chest excitedly, and an unbearable pain spread from his heart to his whole body, and at this time he finally couldn't bear it anymore and slowly fell to the ground. Bakunin quickly held on to his mentor, his angry eyes never leaving Garion's body.

Galion no longer bothered with the two wretched creatures who could no longer get up, his political goal had been achieved, and His Excellency Marx would do his best to ensure the correctness of the line and program. has finally put history back on track.

This small detail that turned the tide will not appear in the records of revolutionary history.

It's just that the people behind him didn't give up, Bakunin supported his teacher, looked at Garion's back, and gritted his teeth and swore a poisonous oath.

"Wait for me, Galion, don't be too complacent, I'll ruin you then!"

Garion stopped, he didn't turn around, just glanced sideways at the other party, and said calmly, "There are more people who want me to be ruined, what are you?" ”