In the early autumn of 1860, the sky was very overcast, and it seemed that it was going to rain. On an early autumn morning, the air is still cool, but London's Parliament Square is already crowded.

From the dawn of the day, large groups of workers with red armbands in their hands came to the Parliament Square from all the street corners. The lawn in the center of the square has been trampled into a mess, and tens of thousands of workers in all kinds of clothing have crowded the whole square, and the workers have formed a group of camps, holding high flags and slogans, according to the dock flour workers, textile workers, dock porters, shavers, coachmen, coal workers, cleaning workers, etc., and the momentum is amazing. In addition, there was a constant stream of workers carrying musical instruments and banners from all over the city of London to the square.

Among the workers with red armbands in the center of the square, there are nearly 1,000 strong workers wearing uniform yellow-brown vests specially prepared by textile workers, holding iron pipes, which are the workers' volunteers, ready to be armed to deal with the suppression of the military and police around them. Facing the military police around them, these workers' volunteers fearlessly displayed their strong arms, and the flagships waved one after another.

On the bluestone pavement around the square, thousands of military and police officers scattered and watched the crowd in the middle of the square with vigilant expressions, especially the workers' volunteers who carried iron pipes. Of these military policemen, there were probably more than 300 men armed with enfield firing muskets equipped with bayonets, occasionally mixed with some Enfield P1853 rifled rifles, while the other 700 or 800 military police officers may be pure policemen, more than 100 may be the higher ranking of the police, wearing dark uniforms, armed with revolvers, and carrying knives at their waists, while the rest are just light-colored police uniforms, armed with clubs and wooden shields, and some cautiously stare at the workers at the assembly in the square, stomping their feet back and forth because of nervousness.

However, some of the policemen were indifferent, as if these things had nothing to do with them, and just stood there like a log, while others were smiling with excitement and a faint banter.

By 9 a.m., the rally on Parliament Square was officially opened. London's former Chartist Movement leading leaders Ernest Jones, James Finlun, Vernon, Harney, John Skelton, Lightole and others have appeared in the middle of the crowded square.

Jaime Finren and Hani jumped on the table that had been prepared in the center of the square, and most of the workers in the square knew the two, and with a wave of their hands, the audience fell silent. It has to be said that these workers have been restrained by the factory for many years, and their actions are unified and very neat.

The first to speak was Fenlun, and everyone knew that he had always been Ernest Jones's assistant and shadow, and his speeches were prepared and instructed by Ernest Jones.

"Workers, I am very happy to meet again in this familiar square, and to be familiar people." Fenlun exclaimed affectionately: "Here, more than ten years ago, our workers gathered dozens of rallies for the great Chartist movement, and although they all failed, the great spirit has been passed down among our workers. This time, we are once again gathered together for the purpose of once again fighting for the charter to the Parliament and the Cabinet. The great Chartist movement begins once again! ”

There were deafening cheers from the crowd, and the flags in the hands of the workers at the rally in the square waved happily in response.

Hani reached out to stop the cheers of the workers, and he coughed softly to clear his throat. Most of the people knew him, and when they saw that he was about to speak, they quickly quieted down. Hani cried out, "Yes, the great Chartist movement is here again!" But this time, workers, this is no longer the simple Chartist movement of the past, but a real workers' movement, a struggle movement for all of us who suffer from poverty, the workers, the craftsmen, the unemployed and the peasants. ”

As soon as he said this, everyone was stunned, and the entire quiet square began to become whispering. Haney did not let the meeting get out of control, he was the president of the London Workers' Association, and he had always worked for the benefit of the workers, and everyone was convinced.

Hani exclaimed in an even louder voice: "I believe that many people have read the book "Capital" by Mr. McCas, the president of the International Workingmen's Association, which reveals the exploited and oppressed nature of our poor workers and the unemployed! And if we want to completely turn over and have freedom, democracy and rights, we must stand up bravely and declare war on the cabinet government supported by the nobles and capitalists who rule us! ”

Hearing this, Fenlun, who was standing next to him, changed his face drastically, revealing a look of disbelief! And Ernest Jones, who was under the table, was also shocked, shouting in the audience: "Crazy, Haney! We are a Chartist movement, a protest against the Cabinet government, against the Parliaments, a demonstration, not a violent rebellion! Do you want us, our brothers workers with no pure iron, to fight by force against those heavily armed armies? Isn't that sending them to death? ”

At his desperate motion, Fenlun at the table hurriedly approached Hani, trying to gagged him and persuaded him to change his words to the workers' meeting to fight, not violently.

But Haney was prepared, and with a wave of his hand, Mark Sr. at the table and a few other sturdy Baker Street weavers, dressed in tawny clothes, rushed over and grabbed Fenlun's leg to separate him from Haney.

Haney looked at the crowd that began to explode in the audience, pressed his hands weakly, and suppressed the noise of the crowd with the prestige he had built up in the London workers' community on a daily basis, and continued to roar: "As you know, recently throughout London, and even in the entire Kingdom of Great Britain, many textile workers have been cut in wages, dismissed, and abandoned by this kingdom. Because of the Indian insurgency and the unsalable textile cotton cloth, they lost even the opportunity to be exploited. The 40,000 textile workers who live on Baker Street must have come today, and there have been many poor people around them who have completely lost their source of livelihood in the past half month, dragging their families to live without a fixed place, and their families have no bread and are starving, but who cares about this? ”

Hearing Haney's speech, the thousands of Baker Street weavers in the square shook the slogans in their hands and shouted in unison: "Who cares about the weavers on Baker Street?" The white slogan, "We want bread, we want to live," swayed from side to side with the shouts, making the atmosphere of the whole square tense up at once.

The military police around the square became more and more compact, they held their breath, stared at the workers in the square with wide eyes, the wooden handles of rifles or wooden sticks in their hands had been sweating a lot, their faces were a little pale and blue, knowing that today's affairs were a big deal, no accident, today's parliament square will break out into bloodshed and even violent clashes, however, the order from above has not yet come down, they look at the upper peak at the end of the queue next to them from time to time, and the tense atmosphere permeates the entire parliament square.

Hani on the stage did not pay any attention to this, and he was still inciting the workers at the rally: "Why do the weavers of Baker Street work day and night, but they can't save even a few pennies, and live in precarious conditions." The catastrophes brought about by the Indian rebellion in the far east and the rise of the textile industry in the Chinese Empire all fell on them, leaving them completely unemployed and starving. Why are the coachmen, cobblers, shavers, garbage workers, porters doing the heaviest and most tiring work, but not as good as a dog raised by the aristocracy and capitalists? Even the cops! ”

Hani pointed to the low-level policemen with sticks and continued to shout: "These policemen are actually living pitifully, don't look at them with sticks at us, showing off their power in front of us poor, in fact, they work 17 hours a day, but they receive a salary on Weibo, and they can't even marry a wife." ”

"What's at the root of it all!? In the final analysis, it is this society controlled by cannibalistic capitalists and aristocrats that is the result of the policies made by the parliamentarians who do not think about us! Hani simply let go and shouted loudly, turning the whole square into an irrepressible anger: "Therefore, for the sake of our future freedom, equality, fraternity, and for the survival of our families, we are gathered here today in Parliament Square to declare to this Parliament, to the whole of London, to the whole Kingdom of Great Britain, that the working class should act to overthrow this unequal society controlled by the bourgeoisie and the aristocracy......"

A gunshot interrupted Haney's roar, and Hani, who stopped abruptly, was shot in the left leg and fell off the table, where he was caught by the Baker Street weaver under the table.

This change stunned everyone, and they were stunned for a while without reacting, and the square was silent, and after a while, it suddenly broke out.

"Abominable army, abominable government! They shot our Chairman Hani! I don't know who roared violently, and suddenly the entire square exploded, and countless crowds began to roar along: "Avenge Chairman Hani!" Overthrow the entire unequal society! ”

"Avenge Chairman Hani! Overthrow this unequal society! ”

"Avenge Chairman Hani! Occupy the parliament building and overthrow the Cabinet government! ”

"Avenge Chairman Hani! Blood debt and blood repayment! ”

"We survive, we want bread! We're going to revolt! ”

“...... Uprising! ”

At this point, the crowd on Parliament Square finally shouted their slogans. Hani's shooting was enough to change the whole situation.

Originally, some of the workers and their leaders, following the same ideas of the Chartist movement as before, agreed with James's proposal and prepared to simply protest in Parliament Square, to demonstrate to Parliament and the Cabinet Government for the right to the Charter. They just want to put pressure on the parliament in the hope that it will agree to their proposal and add some powers. Of course, it would be better to include one or two representatives, or to have a leader enter the parliament as a member. But I never thought of using force to resist violently, directly opposing the military and police and the parliament, and you are desperate to the death.

But at this moment, in the face of Hani, who was shot dead, and in the face of the passionate workers and brothers around him, in such an angry atmosphere, where can they still raise different voices. Even the workers who followed Ernest Jones and James Fenren forgot about anything else at the moment, and just followed the crowd in the square desperately shouting for revenge and revolt!

And over there, those military and police officers who had been nervous all the time, finally couldn't control it anymore at the moment they heard the shouts of uprising, and they didn't know which side started first, and the conflict broke out suddenly.

As for the government, the London authorities have been making preparations, and as early as the discovery of the rally, they have mobilized military and police from all over the country to rush towards Parliament Square, and the number of military and police around the square has continued to increase. After hearing the slogan, the commander of the military and police surrounding the square saw that the situation was not good, and while reporting to the cabinet, he sent people to speed up the deployment of support.

At this time, more than 100 armed military police and hundreds of workers collided together, and the sound of scolding, killing and crying gradually broke out, and the whole parliament square began to get out of control, and the sound of gunfire and slashing rang out one after another, and the sound of sticks and iron pipes hitting the flesh and flesh one after another, and the bloody fighting began to spread, and soon spread throughout the square.

More than 12,000 poor workers of all trades began in London to revolt in the direction of overthrowing the parliamentary and cabinet governments.