Racial's plush feet and slime rubber shoes were treading on the dirt road, making a very rhythmic sound that snapped and then creaked.

The foot plate is another sensory organ of halflings, which is one of the reasons why halflings perceive higher than other races. But he had given up that advantage since three years ago, when Rachar stepped on three pieces of in quick succession in the streets less than 100 metres away, when he had just arrived at the float ship.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt, which was the exhaust gas produced by the use of inferior magic oil. I couldn't smell it when there were only one or two of them, but there were thousands of mana furnaces running in the entire Fleet City at the same time, and even if the Wind Circle of the City Enchantment was running all the time, it was difficult to dispel the exhaust fumes that had accumulated on the ground and underground.

Most of the low-level citizens of Fleet City, whether slaves, contract laborers, or contract laborers, live underground. Not because it saves building materials, but because it allows workers to reach the slipway in the canyon faster, without being crammed into a flat surface.

Even as Rachare got used to the smell, he was always worried that his alveoli would burn up at any moment. Instructor Trizter said that long-term breathing of such exhaust gases will cause the alveoli to lose their toughness and the blood to lose vitality, so that aging will be accelerated.

Thinking of his mentor, Racial's heart warmed up, and his steps quickened.

Walking through buildings made of wooden and iron panels, and through a crowd of halflings, humans, half-elves, and half-blood dwarves, Racharal turned into an alley.

At the end of the alley was a huge cluster of tree roots, and in the dim light of the slime, the thickest roots could be faintly seen carved with the sapling emblem, which was the emblem of the goddess of sprouts.

It's a temple of sprouts, but only superficially, of course.

After a long knock, an old half-breed dwarf opened the door, gave Lachar a wary look, and then looked behind him a few times before letting go of the door.

The old dwarf said, "You are half an hour late, and the meeting is almost over." ”

Racharle sighed: "The slipway lifted a floating ship into the air today, you should know, it's hard to get out at that time. ”

He said in high spirits: "And at the lifting ceremony, the deacon announced some things, which is very critical!"

The old dwarf nodded: "Many people know that the tutor changed the agenda of the meeting, and he was discussing this matter." ”

Follow the old dwarf and walk around the tunnel-like space a few times to a spacious underground space. Thirty or forty people were surrounding a half-elf, talking in high spirits.

"Mosmut is seriously understaffed, and he can't fulfill the Empire's orders!"

"Strictly divide the construction period, overtime or not meet the standard is considered a breach of contract, and beat us from contract workers to slaves, he thinks that he can make us work overtime to sell his life by intimidation?

"This is the time for struggle, we must unite to strike!"

"It's just a strike, we should unite the slaves and contract workers, burn his slipway, and support the revolution of the Red Union!"

"Ahem, everyone came to Fleet City not to engage in revolution, but to earn money to live. Although Mosmut has raised the requirements and lengthened the working hours, it has still increased the subsidy, which is double that of before. ”

"Yes, the revolution or something is too radical, and it will invite the crusade of the Empire and even the Holy See. Our aim is to fight for better treatment for everyone, and I don't think any resolution can deviate from that. ”

The meeting was over, and now it was a decision, and Racharle regretted that he was not the first to report on the situation.

He and these people came from all the slipways in Fleet City, and most of them were low-level workers in the Mosmut Floating Ship Workshop. They were quick-witted, articulate, knew how to win over other workers, and had a spirit of resistance, and gradually rallied around their mentors and became the "underground foremen" of Fleet City.

In the crowd was a half-elf, he looked old, his temples were gray, his forehead was full of wrinkles, and the skin on his hands was like tree bark, which was a condition that a half-elf would only have for a hundred years old. But his eyes were clear, as pure as a child's. No one could look at him, and he always felt that what he saw in those eyes was himself covered in filth.

The half-elf said in a muffled and hoarse voice, "Yes, the purpose of our guild is to fight for better treatment for everyone, not to let everyone use flesh and blood to block the muzzle of the magic guide gun. Life is precious, neither one's own nor another's, and it should not be taken away by violence. ”

Racharre's eyes moistened slightly, the mentor was always so kind and patient, and it was no wonder that he could condense so many people with different opinions into a rope.

The "guild" mentioned by the mentor is the true face of this sprout temple, the Fleet City Laborers' Guild.

This guild was established four or five years ago, when it was still called the "Fleet Canyon Mutual Aid Society", a small organization led by people with experience as junior adventurers, who contributed money and efforts to help sick and wounded workers.

Three years ago, "Mentor" Trizt arrived here from the Forgotten Forest. He was a low-ranking priest of the Goddess of Sprouts, and was declared a fallen by the Church of Sprouts in the empire because of his belief in treating the wounded without distinction between friend and foe, and had to be displaced to this city whose main business was to build floating ships.

It was here that he treated the sick and wounded, and at the same time passed on the belief of "no slavery, no violence, no distinction between the other", and gradually became respected. Many people became his followers, including the mutual aid society and Racharre.

Followers grew dissatisfied with the practice of the Goddess of Sprouts and the actions of the Mutual Aid Society, which was eventually reorganized into the "Fleet City Laborers' Guild". They wanted to fight for the rights of the city's workers in a more formal and organized way.

Two years earlier, Rachard had smashed his arm on the slipway and the overseer had thrown him out into the street to die. The workers took him to find a mentor, so that he could get a new life and a direction in life.

The Mentor's emphasis is on the consensus of the guild, but Rashar feels that at this time, it is no longer enough to emphasize consensus, this is a great opportunity!

Although the halfling was small, his voice was very loud: "If we want to get paid, we must fight! Of course, we must not use too drastic means, but we must let the overseers and even Mosmut know our strength!"

"I think a strike is a good means! Our forty-seven slipways are united, and if we delay for just one day, how much Gimpour will Mosmut lose? If he can't hand over enough floating ships on time, he'll have to lose his head!"

"We want to fight for higher salaries! At least to the level of Zold's workshop! We want better food, better accommodation, and necessary guarantees, such as a salary when we are injured or sick!"

"We're also going to cancel the ten-year contract and allow us to choose our own workshop ......"

"These are the conditions I have discussed with the workers on the slipway, and if it is to fight for such conditions, most of the workers are willing to advance and retreat together!"

"It's also a reasonable request, and it is something that Mosmut can afford. It will not make him feel that he has no choice but to use violent means to suppress us. ”

The halfling was thinking about it all the way, and said it very methodically, which made many slipway representatives subconsciously nod.

But after all, there are many people, and those who are well paid, especially those from the Zolde workshop, do not approve of the strike, because the treatment on their side is decent, at least in comparison.

Representatives from the slave class believed that they should find a way to practice with the Red League, and fight thoroughly against the magician rulers like Mosmut and Zold, preferably by destroying the slipway to help the Red League win the great war and fight for their own liberation.

"Let's get out of here with your revolution! We came to Fleet City to live a better life, not to fight and kill with you!"

"Those who don't want to gamble their lives to fight are cowards! Your fate will only be to be enslaved forever by magicians! Those magicians who only have Jinpuer in their eyes and have no life at all should be killed without leaving any of them!"

The two sides quarreled, much to the annoyance of Lacial.

He was more disgusted with the "revolutionaries" than those who were content with the status quo. That's right, he came here to live a better life, even if it's a struggle, it's also a measured strategy. The kind of struggle that treats the other party as a life-and-death enemy is definitely not what he wants.

He looked for his mentor's statement: "Mentor, you better talk......

The half-elf Trizt coughed, and the staff in his hand slammed on the floor, and it only took two knocks before the argument subsided.

Facing dozens of pairs of expectant eyes, the political commissar of the Fei Gong Forgotten Forest Liberation Army, the director of the Red Stone Underground Working Group, the "Fallen Priest of the Goddess of Sprouts", and the president of the Fleet City Laborers' Guild, Trizter, said calmly: "Strikes are a good means of struggle, pay attention to control the violence, and don't let the conflict escalate to the point where the two sides can't sit down and talk......

Having received the approval of the mentor, the "strikers" led by Rachar cheered. The status quo faction did not feel much to lose, after all, they could enjoy the benefits with the crowd, but the revolutionaries were angry.

"That's all for today's meeting, Lacial, you're late, but you're doing well. ”

The mentor declared the meeting over and praised Racial, giving the halfling a happy glance.

"You guys stay ...... longer"

The mentor left behind the revolutionaries, and Racharre and the other delegates understood that this was to persuade them.

When the others were gone, Trizter said to the workers' representatives who advocated a complete revolution: "I have some connections that can help you flee to a place where you can breathe free air, even if you can't contact the Red Union." ”

The delegates were still unwilling: "Why don't you go to the Red Union to come over? Aren't they going to free the slaves and lead the mortals in the pursuit of happiness?"

Trizt sighed: "This is the hinterland of the empire and an important base for the production of floating ships. When the Red Union came here, it meant a big war. Even a single missed shell from a battleship's main gun would plunge the entire city into ruin. ”

"Even if you don't use the fleet, as long as the Red Federation comes here to compete for the workers who can build floating ships, do you think the Empire will mercifully let the Red Union take the workers?"

The delegates were speechless, it was obvious that the Empire would simply destroy the city, as Empress Theresia had done.

After all, with the hope of freedom, the delegates no longer insisted on making a revolution in the fleet city.

When the delegates were gone and confirmed that they were not being monitored, the remaining apprentices asked, "Director, are you really just afraid of hurting other innocent people by stopping them from making a revolution here?"

"In terms of the big picture, defending the Heart of the Silver Moon is our most important task at this stage, and countless warriors are ready to sacrifice for it. Even if there are some risks, if we can paralyze the city, we can weaken the strength of the Imperial fleet, not only will our soldiers shed less blood, but we will also have a better chance of winning the defense. ”

Trizt straightened up, no longer looking old as before.

He has been leading the "Guerrilla Zone Revolution" in the Forgotten Forest for four years, and three years ago he discovered that the Forgotten Forest and Redstone are becoming increasingly close to each other, and the two have gradually formed a pattern of complementary manpower, raw materials and magic industry, so he applied to the central government to expand the guerrilla zone to Redstone, and at the same time changed the means of pure armed struggle, and made underground work an important part of the guerrilla zone.

To this end, he set up an underground stronghold in the Fleet City, observed and analysed the conditions of the working class, and at the same time sought and cultivated suitable revolutionary seedlings.

He nodded to his subordinates and said, "You are not wrong in setting the Battle of the Silver Moon as the commanding heights of the pattern. ”

"But our cause of cosmopolitanism does not regard the victory or defeat of a war as the final node. Winning is only a phased victory, and losing does not mean that everything is over. ”

"Therefore, the central government's work on our side is considered from the larger picture. ”

"Fleet City is only a small and medium-sized warship for the Imperial fleet, and it has no decisive impact on the decisive battle. What the working class is giving birth to here, in the eyes of the central authorities, will have a greater impact in the future. ”

"So the resolution of the Central Committee is to guide the workers in their struggle here, and try not to cross the stage and do something more radical, which would provoke the impetus for the full involvement of the Reich and the Holy See. ”

"Those seedlings of determination and determination to fight, we try to bring out ......"

Trizter sighed again, "As you heard just now, even if most people fight, the goal is to make the magician capitalists give in. They did not accept the idea of a total revolution of the Red Union, because there was still room and possibility for the magician capitalists to make concessions. ”

"This is in human nature, and we have no need to condemn them for being weak. Moreover, the revolutionary process of the world has not yet reached that stage, and the majority of the people will not support us. ”

"From the point of view of the stage theory of revolution, in the future, these magician capitalists will join the workers in revolting against the enemy who has not yet withdrawn from the stage of history. In the coming period, our priority will remain to sweep the old era into the dustbin of history. ”

The subordinate said thoughtfully: "I really can't wait to see that kind of change......

Trizt said with a smile: "Didn't you just say it? The victory in this decisive battle is a huge turning point, and it is almost over." ”

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