On November 21, negotiations between the mayor of Sabin and the representatives of the striking workers did not make any valuable progress, and the workers demanded more than the bottom line of the mayor and the representatives of the capitalists involved in the negotiations.

They demand more wages, fewer hours, and better benefits.

If only one of them is discussed, or if each project requires relatively small concessions, then it is not a big problem, as in the case of the workers in the drinking water company, who ask for not much, and that is the basis for an agreement.

But the striking workers' representatives demanded too much, and the most ridiculous thing was that one workers' representative demanded a reduction in the working week from 60 to 50 hours, a 5 percent increase in wages, and a daily noon supply of meat and fresh fruit.

Even if the capitalists were to be slaughtered, they would not agree to such demands, and the fifteen workers' representatives, of course, maintained a common camp and front to a certain extent, and even if some workers thought that it was okay to negotiate, they refused to negotiate peace for the sake of the so-called situation.

The persistent differences made the negotiations a farce, and the workers' and capitalists' representatives ended the negotiations amid mutual accusations and invective.

This led the workers to think that the mayor was insincere, that he was on the side of the capitalists, and that the instigation of a small group of people and the escalation of the Boupayne shooting escalated again in the city of Sabin, and indeed in the state as a whole.

People have begun to blatant smashing, looting, and even chanting slogans like "Who's going to shoot me" in the process of breaking the law to vent their dissatisfaction with the current situation.

There are also some people who actually know in their hearts that this is a wrong thing to do, but they won't say that at this time, speaking is not the smartest choice.

On November 23, seeing that everything was about to spiral out of control, the governor gave a public speech in which he called on all people to return to their rooms from the streets as soon as possible, and to close their doors and windows to protect their personal safety and property.

At the same time, he urged those who smashed and looted to turn themselves in, and ordered the demonstrations that had gotten out of control to be stopped immediately.

These words that seem like only dictators have no effect, people's free will is incomparably precious, although they are hungry, although they feel that every step is a physical torment, but they still hold high the banner and shout slogans weakly.

At 7:30 p.m. on November 24, the governor personally signed the No. 1 governor's order of the year, and informed the Ministry of Defense and other relevant agencies that the whole state would enter a state of martial control starting at 5:30 a.m. on November 25.

A governor's order is an executive order that can only be issued during a special period, and simply put, when the situation is too serious to wait for the approval of the president's cabinet and Congress, the governor can temporarily obtain the highest authority to grasp the military and political affairs in a state.

Of course, after the situation is over, the governor will also be subject to a joint investigation by the National Security Council, the Federal House Council and other federal security services, as well as the completion of congressional hearings.

If they don't think there's anything wrong with the governor's choice at the time, the matter ends there, and if they think there's something wrong with the governor's behavior and the way he handled it, they might open a case for it.

This time, the governor demanded that no one be allowed to appear on the streets, not to approach or storm the soldiers on duty, and not to be allowed to smash and loot any more free behavior, otherwise they would face the most severe treatment.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the news quickly spread through the television station to every family in the state, and people were frightened and angry.

This is an insult and trampling on human rights, freedom!

This is a stain on the precious spirit of federal freedom!

In the evening of the same day, the mayor announced that on November 27, the second collective bargaining would be launched, which would still be presided over by the mayor.

That same night, the workers' union held an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures.

In fact, this wave of workers' strikes was able to sweep the entire federation so quickly, and it has to be said that the workers' unions played a very important role in it.

A very simple truth is that the workers in a certain city have absolutely no idea that a city thousands of kilometers away from them is going to go on strike, and they don't pay attention to that far away, but the workers' union can.

Driven by the demands of interests, the workers' unions began to spread the word and connect workers' organizations everywhere, so that what could have been a small workers' strike, which would take place dozens of times a year, suddenly turned into a general strike that spread across the country.

Now that the problem is so big, some of the demands have not been resolved, and they are not sure whether they want to continue to hold on.

After a night of meetings, they wanted to get an idea of the official attitude to determine what to do next about the current situation.

As for how to understand, let people try it!

On the morning of November 25th, it was already late autumn and early winter, and the city of Sabin was still shrouded in darkness at half past five, and the sun rose much slower in winter than in summer, and it may still be enjoying the warmth of the bed for a long time and was reluctant to get up.

At this time, soldiers from the military entered the city in full armor along the main route.

At this moment, a group of workers with different looks stood in front of the soldiers, arm in arm, tightly connecting themselves with others, they held their heads high, sang the famous song "Long live the Free Federation", and looked directly at the soldiers without fear, preventing them from moving forward.

The car at the front of the army slowly stopped, and out of the car came a soldier in his thirties, with blond hair and blue-gray eyes, and judging by his epaulettes, he was an army major.

Meticulous personal appearance, coupled with military uniforms, gives him a very heavy temperament.

He held on to the car door and looked at the ordinary people who were blocking their way, because he was standing behind the headlights, and people could only see two very bright headlights, and a somewhat blurry shadow, and they couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The major walked to the car, he looked at the men, then raised his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist, "There are five minutes to half past five, according to the governor's order, before half past five, everyone must return to their homes and be subject to martial control." ”

He lowered his wrist and looked at the people in front of him indifferently, "You only have four minutes left, and if you are still in my sight in four minutes, you don't have to go back." ”

Some of the striking workers who were blocking the way of the soldiers had already begun to weaken their legs, but in fact they were able to agree to the demands of the trade unions (the workers' representatives came forward, not directly with the trade unions), and those who came to tempt them at this time were themselves very courageous.

But in the face of these indifferent soldiers, their courage to smash and loot seems to be disappearing rapidly.

The loss of courage also made the songs they sang in their mouths less majestic, more twilight and cowardice, which should not be the singing style of "Long Live the Free Federation".

In front of these people, the major stood calmly in front of the car, his hands behind his back, and his blue-gray eyes stared at these people indifferently.

Later, he spoke, "Three minutes to go......

The voices of the people singing weakened a little, and if it weren't for each other's arms in arms, I'm afraid some people couldn't help but want to leave here.

Although it is said that both soldiers and police have guns, their nature is completely different, and soldiers are more fearful.

"Two minutes ......"

"One minute!"

As he said a minute, the Major raised his wrist again, and he stared at the dial on his wrist, "You have forty-seven seconds left, now it's forty-three, forty-two seconds......"

He was counting down, and the voice of one person, who was not loud, suppressed everyone's voices, and the disappearance of the song made the atmosphere solemn.

Some people broke free from other people's arms and turned their heads and ran in the direction where they lived in the city, but others thought that it was just a military intimidation of them, that they were just standing here, and that the army was not qualified to attack them.

Looking at the fewer and fewer people, a sneer appeared on the corner of the major's mouth, "Ten ......"

"Nine ......"

"Forget it, it looks like you're not leaving, so I'm not going to count down......", he withdrew his wrist and turned his head to look at the other soldier standing behind him, "Isn't my joke funny?"

In the early morning of late autumn, some beads of sweat leaked from the corners of the soldier's forehead, and he laughed a few times with a nervous "haha", "Very funny, major." ”

The major looked at him and said when he saw his hair, "It's too pompous, and when we go back, double the basic training." After speaking, he held on to the door and returned to the car, and issued an order to the soldiers behind him, "Arrest these rioters, and if necessary, shoot them." ”

All the soldiers were like wild ...... out of the gate Rushing out like wolves, they used their most professional military skills on the most resistant, ordinary people.

Sitting in the car and watching the ordinary people being beaten to the ground and pointed at at least two guns at their heads, the Major put on his lambskin gloves again with satisfaction.

He knew that what he was doing now would be reported to his main commander at the military base, or even to the Ministry of Defense, but he didn't care.

He knew very well that the country was about to shed its harmless camouflage under pressure, and that the next ten years, at least ten years, would become a haven for hawks, radicals, and this was the era that all military men loved the most.

The tougher and more aggressive he is now, the more opportunities he will have in the future.

To the rank of major is enough to know some high-level movements, he hopes that his performance can be seen by the high-level, he wants to take the army to carry out missions abroad, let the world see the strength of the federal soldiers!

Let them understand that the isolation of the Federation does not come from fear, but from not wanting to hurt others!

In less than a minute, the striking workers, who had rendered the police powerless, were beaten with bruised noses and swollen faces, and their wrists were tied with a string of rope as thick as their forearms, and they were tied in a string and linked behind an armored vehicle.

If they don't want to be dragged along, it's better to trot forward, and at this time these people who are in pain all over their bodies have no complaints, no cursing, and can only follow silently.

At half past five, the eastern sky began to turn slightly white.