"We want bread!"

"We're going to work!"

"We want universal suffrage!"

"We want to rest, we want to sleep, we want a nine-hour workday!"

The crowd from the door of the café shouted hysterically and vented their discontent, the double blow of the railroad speculation bankruptcy and the failed potato harvest in Ireland had plunged the already overwhelmed destitute worker into hell, they did not want to live without a meal in such a mess, they did not want to experience the despair of watching their children die of starvation.

Since they say that all men are created equal.

Why are the people of the West Side able to live without hunger and disease, and they can only huddle in dark corners and eat the leftovers of those people?

Is it really because they don't work hard enough?

This is not how this world should be!

The ignorant class consciousness of the workers was aware of the deception coming from the upper classes of London, but they could not tell what was going on.

The simple class view makes them believe that there will be people in this world who are willing to help them.

Now the man who is willing to "help" them has come, and he (the members of the Chartist movement) has told them to fight for their rights, to have bread, to work, and they have done part of what they have promised, and they will obey their command to fight for more rights for themselves.

The procession slowly marched towards St. Martin's Church, where new workers were constantly joining them on the way to St. Martin's Church.

A team of just over 100 people has grown to more than 200 people.

Looking towards London Bridge from St Martin's Church, you can also see a large number of workers gathered as if they were about to cross London Bridge to the West End.

The more than thirty vigilantes around St. Martin's Church couldn't help but swallow when they looked at the workers who were far outnumbered by several times them.

Armed only with smoothbore pistols, they were no match for those men, and the "untouchables" who were slightly inferior to them in physique could simply swarm them to shreds.

Several of the vigilantes were so stressed that they almost ran away.

If it weren't for the fact that more than a dozen regular police officers entered at the right time.

At the head of more than a dozen policemen is a fat man with a big belly, dressed in dark green, with a medal on his chest, he does not look like a qualified sheriff, but rather a traditional aristocrat with no pen and ink on his chest and no power to restrain a chicken.

"Sir, what should we do now!" The policeman in charge of support looked at the huge crowd and asked with some surprise.

The fat officer looked at the huge crowd in the distance, his expression was a little frightened, and he glared viciously at the policeman who wanted him to make up his mind.

Which bastard told Lao Tzu that there were only a dozen people who demonstrated!

The one who was stared at by the fat policeman could only lower his head and prevent the fat policeman from looking at him.

Now that he has come here, he must not let this group of "untouchables" rush in.

Otherwise, the nobles of the West End will skin him.

Thinking of the gloomy eyes of the chief of the metropolitan police department, the fat policeman couldn't help but shudder.

"What else can I do!" The fat policeman gritted his teeth and whispered: "These guys must not be allowed to come in, otherwise, Lao Tzu will be finished!" ”

Pleasing to the eye, the fat policeman glanced at the regular policeman next to him with his eyes and added: "I'm finished!" You're not having a good time either! You scumbags, rice buckets, scoundrels, don't think I don't know what you do on weekdays! ”

More than a dozen regular police officers couldn't help but feel nervous, they knew very well what they did on a daily basis.

If the fat cops do fall, they probably won't be better off.

Those who have not yet entered the system do not mind reporting their "crimes" to the metropolitan police department.

"But, sir, our current strength is simply not enough!"

"Don't worry, I'll report the situation here to the National Police Agency in a moment! I believe that they will continue to send more personnel, besides, isn't there still them? The fat policeman pointed at Jérôme. Bonaparte and the others rightly said, "We have more than 50 people in total, and I don't believe that we can't stop those untouchables!" Are they really not afraid of guns? ”

Then, the fat policeman pointed at the vigilante with his high-spirited halberd and said, "You all have to obey my orders now, you know?" ”

"That ......" Jérôme. Bonaparte took Hamm and said, "I'm just an innocent passerby, not a vigilante, so can you let me go!" ”

"No way!" Fat cop rough on Jérôme. Bonaparte said: "It is the duty of every inhabitant to stop this riot!" ”

The fat policeman who fell into a nameless rage was eager to break a person in half and use it, how could it be that Jérôme. Bonaparte left.

"Okay!" Jérôme. Bonaparte could only return to the group, and the revolver pinned to his waist was in his hand.

The procession lasted only five minutes before they arrived in front of a stability maintenance brigade composed of vigilantes and police.

The fat policeman who was hiding behind the regular policeman looked at the group of workers with resentment and numbness in their eyes, and said first: "You pigs, untouchables, who let you participate in the parade!" Who organized you! What you are doing is a betrayal of the United Kingdom, you are treason! ”

The fat policeman's strategy of preemptively striking people really worked, and some workers couldn't help but take a small step back after hearing the word "treason".

There was a small riot in the ranks of more than 200 workers. Bonaparte couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

The discipline and combat effectiveness of workers who have not undergone formal military training are even inferior to that of a herd of pigs, and workers can only compete with the regular army if they have undergone complete militarized training and have cultivated an iron discipline.

In this extremely critical situation, the man standing at the front stepped forward and said: "We have no benefit in treason, and we do not want to clash with you!" We just want to get our share of the rights, and we've tried to negotiate with them, but we haven't heard back from them every time! In the end, we found that this is the only way to get them to value us! ”

PS: 1. Thanks to the brief collapse of the old two parties in 1847, there was a brief period of confusion in British politics, and the Chartists took advantage of the situation to petition for a bill to designate a ten-hour work, and the British courts, under pressure, agreed to the Chartist petition. Although the ten-hour work day bill was passed by the royal court, it did not fundamentally improve the interests of workers.