The monk was dressed in ordinary monk clothes, and his hair was neatly shaved against his scalp, faintly blue.

Facing the guards with guns, a homeless man in the front row trembled uneasily, his fingers and lips trembled, facing the state violence machine, which was the most real nightmare for ordinary people.

Although they have nothing, they have at least one life, the most important treasure since birth.

"I ......"

Just as the homeless man was anxious and wanted to escape, a large rough hand pressed the trembling palm of the homeless man, and then the arm was forced, and the homeless man's arm was tightly clasped like a mechanical joint.

"Master." The trembling homeless man who was holding the monk's arm turned his head, and his gaze was met by the monk's calm gaze.

The monk is not a thin hemp pole, and under the cover of loose clothes, the muscle outline is very obvious, like a monk soldier who can punish the samurai during the Warring States period.

"Don't be afraid, this time let those who live in heaven also hear our voices." He calmly looked at the Imperial Palace, which was surrounded by a moat around the city, where the heavenly gods lived.

The monk's left and right arms were clasped with one person, and the two homeless men followed and dragged up the people around them, three, five, seven, one row, two rows, three rows......

The teams on the double bridge clasped their arms, like a group of brothers, and the gaps in the loose teams that had been spaced apart were instantly reduced, and they were close to each other, and in an instant they converged, and the gears of human flesh clicked and rubbed against each other, like indestructible chains.

One stack of waves is raging with another, the waves rolling and converging, arms connected, walking in unison, breathing the same.

The team that came out of the North District had both quail-clad homeless wild sleepers and ordinary people who joined later, and the tattered clothes contrasted with the shiny new clothes.

But at least when faced with the knives in the hands of jackals and beasts, there is no difference between their identities, just a lump of delicious food and another lump of chewed up food waste.

On the narrow double bridge, the other demonstrators gathered at the head of the bridge and shouted unconsciously gave way to the passage, this ragged team was too intimidating, and if it was blocked in front of them, it would be swallowed by a mouthful, and the appearance and temperament were the same.

"Stompe."

The bridge was crowded with teams from the North District.

At one end of the bridge is a torrent of wanderers who knock arm to arm together, and at the other end is the majestic imperial palace, separated only by a not very wide bridge deck.

"Whoever advances further is rushing into the royal family!"

The guards in front of the Imperial Palace shouted warnings, their courtesy guns glistening in the blazing sun.

Although the royal family of the island country is a mascot and does not have the divinity of the incarnation of gods and men before World War II, after more than a thousand years of nominal idolatry, ordinary people in the island country are still psychologically short in the face of the royal family.

The procession only dared to surround a few entrances and exits of the imperial palace and shout, and no one dared to rush forward or do other irrational things.

In the hearts of ordinary people, they still hold the simple thinking of the Qing monarch, the royal family is good, the royal family is innocent, as long as you appeal to the royal family, you can cause changes in the country, and a group of sheep negotiate in front of the head wolf that the wolf should not eat the sheep.

"Step, step."

Guards and policemen lined up, shiny boots trampling the ground, polished guns clutched diagonally in front of their chests.

In less than half a minute, the two sides will collide head-on, or a bullet from the chamber of the gun will hit the heart.

The other converging demonstrators watched the torrent of iron cables, forgetting for a moment the hoarse roar, and the young men waving the flags clutched the flagpoles with their hands, and their strong hearts clasped their chests.

"He can't stop us."

However, the wall of people whose arms were stuck together did not seem to hear the warnings of the guards, and it was as if they did not see the Imperial Palace where the emperor was located in front of them.

The people in the front row are facing the edge the most dangerous, and if they really use the gun, the people in the front row will definitely die.

"Run!"

The fast walking of the torrent turned into running, the arms were interlocked and unstoppable, and everyone's stride seemed to have a war horse, with a three- or four-meter riding spear between their armpits, neighing and roaring and charging against the wall!!

Even if the wall made of tower shields in front of you will be overwhelmed by the torrent in an instant.

"Ready!"

Dozens of soldiers stared at the strangely dressed monk, who stood at the center of the line, and looked out of place with the rest of the people from all sides, like a brave and fearless warrior.

As long as the other party gets closer, the butt of the gun will smash into the monk's face!

These guys must be crazy, don't they know that the Imperial Palace is ahead? Whoever gave them the courage to defile the sacred chrysanthemum pattern, even the people of Shangguo Amei Lika would not dare!

"Stride, stomp!"

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.

The black-pressed crowd had different faces, yellow and thin, wrinkled and cracked, messy hair, wearing eyes, cloudy eyes, muddy cuffs, and curly and raunchy trouser legs.

"Uh-huh......"

The guard swallowed, and he could see more and more the faces of each of the homeless men, the crooked hats, the loose clothes, and the arms that were locked together.

Just as the monk and the others were running, the homeless man in the second row suddenly ran out from the left and right, blocking the front of the first row, and the iron rope became a new row, just guarding the monk in the most dangerous position.

"Rush!"

The crowd didn't know who shouted first, and the atmosphere was ignited in an instant.

The team accelerated suddenly, and the sturdy double bridge trembled.

Seeing that the opposite side actually dared to really storm the Imperial Palace, the guards raised the protocol guns in their hands: "Shoot back!" ”

"Shoot back!"

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

NHK's camera crew in the air opened their mouths wide and their heads buzzed, and they wanted to film the mass protests that erupted in Tokyo at this moment, to record the historic moment, not to film someone daring to storm the Imperial Palace.

The left-wing youth of those days did not put the idea into practice, what has happened to the island nation in the past half century.

I'm afraid this video will never see the light of day!

In the aerial vision, the torrent finally collided with the wall.

It's like a miner holding a pickaxe, and the butt of his gun is smashed on the head and shoulder of the person in the front row.

Not only were the bullets deadly, but the butts made of solid wood were equally damaging, and a single blow knocked the people in the front row, bleeding and falling to the ground with a howl.

"Don't fight back, rush!"

But the Imperial Palace guards had just fought with the people in the first row, followed by the second and third rows...... The torrent of human walls rushed unstoppably towards the front.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

"Puff puff puff."

The guards who returned fire were crowded down the double bridge and smashed into the moat with a pop.

In the endless crowd, the guards with courtesy guns were also enveloped, and the weapons in their hands could not be used at all, and it looked more like they had 'voluntarily' joined the team.