"The People's Charter!"

The boiling voices are noisy and chaotic, and most of the voices are destroyed by each other and become noise, but there are still some that converge and merge into a common sound.

The horse whistle realized that it was a Chartist movement.

The movement was waged intermittently in Britain for more than a decade, and the central demand of the workers was to fight for their rights, for universal suffrage.

If nothing else, it won't take long for this huge gathering in front of us to dissipate naturally, and it won't have much impact.

Just like in the old days.

"Big Chief, what are they doing?" The young clansman asked.

"They're fighting for their rights." Looking at the crowd not far away, Ma Whistle said.

"Will they succeed?"

"Not yet."

"And what about after that?"

"Of course it will succeed in the future, and the workers of Britain will eventually get universal suffrage and other rights."

"What does this mean?"

"This means a lot, such as the improvement of working conditions, such as an increase in the standard of living, such as ......" the horse sentry paused for a moment before continuing, "for example, participating in the division of the spoils of the empire." ”

He didn't want to have anything to do with the rally, so he just took the students to watch from afar, while drawing on local materials and telling them about British politics and economics, especially the workers' movement.

However, it backfired, and soon he could not stay out of it.

"Bang-bang!" Several gunshots rang out.

The workers at the rally were in a state of confusion in an instant, and the bullets may not have killed anyone, but many paid the price with their lives - from the trampling of the crowd.

"The police have fired!"

"Resist to the end!"

"Run!"

Some people want to resist, some people want to flee for their lives, and the chaotic crowd is like water in a wooden barrel that has been suddenly broken, venting wantonly and pouring out in all directions.

Ma Whistle and the others were caught off guard, so they could only hide behind the train and watch the workers whizz past them.

When the crowd dispersed, the scene was a mess, and even the carriage turned over twice, but fortunately he and his people were fine.

Looking at the overturned carriage, Ma Whistle was not sure if the train could go on, and he couldn't help but feel a sigh of guilt in his heart.

It's really unlucky.

At this moment, several policemen on horseback came towards this side, apparently they were the ones who dispersed the workers.

"Who are you?" The leader was a middle-aged man with a mustache, who stared at the horse whistle for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

"The chieftain of the Apache?" He moved the beard on his mouth and tried to ask in somewhat broken English. He speaks in a unique style, with a French accent in his English vocabulary and a German accent in his French accent.

The characteristics of the horse whistle are easy to recognize, and with frequent media reports, it is normal to be recognized.

But the attitude of this policeman is quite strange, neither like admiration, nor contempt, nor indifference, but rather a bit of playfulness in curiosity, like some kind of innate arrogance.

Recently, I am accustomed to seeing the horse whistle of the aristocracy, and I intuitively realize that the identity of this policeman is not simple.

Only a true nobleman would harbor such a natural arrogance that no matter how thoughtful etiquette can be completely concealed.

"Yes, what shall I call you?"

The policeman suddenly laughed, turned over and dismounted, and stepped forward.

"Hello, I am Louis Napoleon Bonaparte." He shook hands with the horse whistle and proudly said his name.

"Napoleon III?" Ma Whistle was stunned when he heard this.

Napoleon III, Napoleon's nephew and grandson, was not unknown in England, and the newspapers had long called him by this name.

Of course, the horse whistle knew about Napoleon III, and not only that, but Dickens also said that he was ready to introduce the great French celebrity to him for some time.

But he could not understand why this guy was present in Manchester as a British policeman, and still suppressing the workers' movement.

Is that what history was all about?

Or was it his butterfly effect that changed the course of Napoleon III's life?

Ma Shen has no way of verifying, after all, he doesn't know much about the life trajectory of Napoleon III, but only knows the most important things.

This is a key person.

It won't be long before Napoleon, as Napoleon's de facto sole heir, will return to his faithful Paris and be crowned king.

Later, he also became the founding father of Germany......

Napoleon III explained: "Yes, it is I who is not wrong. You may wonder why I'm here, in fact, I've been in the UK almost all the time since my prison break. Of course, a few months ago I tried to go back to France, but those bastards drove me back to England, and then I got this errand in Manchester – the special police. ”

"It is an honor, honorable Monsieur Napoleon." "Napoleon is my idol, he is the brightest genius in military history, and he is also a hero worthy of respect, but unfortunately I did not have the opportunity to meet him, and now that I can meet you, I think I can somewhat make up for some regrets." ”

What Ma Whistle said was not a lie, he did admire Napoleon when he was in junior high school.

The reason for the worship may have been that the history teacher told him the difference between Hitler and Napoleon – the object of his worship in elementary school was Hitler.

"Hahaha." Napoleon III laughed merrily, and he was clearly very impressed by such a statement.

Napoleon's aura was what he cherished most and a guarantee of his future ascent to the pinnacle of French power.

Napoleon III said, "I know you, Sir Whiskey, Dickens told me about you, and he said that you were like the Napoleon of the Apache." ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Although Napoleon was a hero, the ending was embarrassing, and he didn't want to be the Napoleon of the Apache.

The two talked for a while.

Soon, Napoleon III began to promote his political ideas to the horse whistle.

On more than one occasion he tried to revive Bonaparte's glory and return to the top of France like his uncle, and despite repeated defeats, he never gave up.

Now that Europe is in turmoil, he realizes that this is a good opportunity, so he always goes out of his way to win over supporters.

He also came to crack down on the workers in large part to pander to the British elite in exchange for support.

Knowing that Napoleon III would soon succeed, Ma Whistle also pushed the boat and immediately expressed his support for him: "I have read your book 'The Eradication of Poverty', and I think it is profound and relevant, France needs its guidance, and it will even spread its glory throughout Europe like the Napoleonic Code." ”

openly and secretly corresponds to Napoleon III and Napoleon, and this wave of rainbow farts makes Napoleon III very comfortable.

Then, Ma Whistle made his suggestion: "Although the current government of France has ousted you for incomprehensible reasons, it has promised the right to universal suffrage, and I think that you can return to French politics and even become president by means of elections if you raise your arms and shout to the people 'Make France great again.'" ”

"Make France Great Again!" This phrase seems to have touched Napoleon III.

(End of chapter)