"Stop him!"

Facing the counter-charge Jerome. Bonaparte, the unarmed workers were at a loss for a while, and the Chartist head in charge of organizing the "petition" was even more helpless and shouted.

Jérôme. Bonaparte rushed quickly in front of one of the workers, turning his staff into a sword and stabbing the worker in front of him in the abdomen.

The worker who had been hit by the blackthorn cane let out a groan of pain, and his fist that should have been clenched had to be released and curled up in his stomach, apparently out of combat.

Follow in Jérôme. George behind Bonaparte. John also knocked down a worker.

Jérôme couldn't help but look the young man in front of him differently.

Although they were dealing with hungry workers, it was not easy to defeat them easily.

"Nice, young man!" Jérôme. Bonaparte, dodging from the surprise attack, confronted Georges in the tone of a passer-by. John vs. George. John encouraged.

"Thank you!" George. John smirked distractedly.

Take advantage of George. John was distracted, and the workers on the side quickly grabbed one of his arms holding a cane.

George. Seeing this, John quickly stretched out his foot and kicked the worker's calf hard, and a sharp pain came from the worker's calf, which made the worker lose his mind for a short time, and the strength of his palm weakened.

George. Seizing the opportunity to break free from the worker's palm, John used his cane to hit the worker on the head with a hard stick, and the worker who had suffered a heavy blow to the head fell to the ground.

The workers' group had lost three men in less than half a minute, which caused a serious demoralization of their morale, and some of the weak-willed people withdrew from the "battlefield".

On the other hand, by Jérôme. Bonaparte and George. The morale of the vigilantes and the regular police officers "inspired" by John increased greatly, and they found that although the group of guys in front of them was far superior in numbers, they were far inferior to them in terms of physical fitness and organization, and they could fight a battle.

"Sheriff, let's go up!" One of the officers said.

The fat officer pondered the pros and cons of taking the initiative.

If he can suppress this mob before the support arrives, then he will undoubtedly be the hero who will put down this unrest, and then the promotion and fortune will be just around the corner.

The fat sheriff, who thought that his official career was connected with this group of mobs, decisively ordered: "Everyone will change my batons, and those who don't have batons will give me a cane!" This riot must be suppressed! ”

The so-called batons are made of a kind of solid wooden stick made of white solid wood from the Americas, and the body of the wooden stick is painted with black paint to make it look more intimidating.

In addition to a variety of hand, vigilante pistols are also equipped with hand-armed canes and short, solid wooden sticks.

More than a dozen police officers with regular staff, armed with white wooden batons, rushed down the mountain like tigers and rushed into the workers' group, chasing and beating the workers in the first row.

The workers, who had no experience in struggle, could only retreat from the left and right, and the front was in a one-sided posture all day long.

The remaining dozens of vigilantes also rushed to the front with a variety of weapons to engage the workers.

As time went on, more and more unarmed workers were beaten and bruised, and only a few workers seized the opportunity to take away the weapons of the vigilantes and confront them.

However, this could not change the tide of the battle, and the workers fought and retreated, from St. Martin's Church to London Bridge.

The team also had more than 200 people, reduced to about 150 people.

"Keep it up! We're almost victorious! The fat sheriff in charge of supervising the war waved his flag and shouted, and his face showed unconcealable joy.

Just a little bit! Just a little bit! You can drive these untouchables back to the slums!

The fat sheriff has fantasized that he will be received by the Secretary of State for the Home Affairs and become the deputy chief of the metropolitan police district, and maybe he will become the head of the department.

[According to the Metropolitan Police Act enacted by Home Secretary Peel in 1829, a metropolitan police force was established with Westminster, Middlesex, Surrey, and Kent as the core of London, under the direct leadership of the Home Secretary. The prototype of the modern police system. 】

Reality dealt the fat sheriff a heavy blow, and a team armed with hammers, long sticks, and short knives was running along the river in London's West End!

"Our team! Our team is here! The head of the labor movement, who had struggled to support the Chartists, shouted at this.

The demoralized workers quickly regained their spirits, and they gathered in twos and threes, one blocking a wave of attacks by the vigilantes with his hands, and the other grasping the arms of the vigilantes when they saw this.

The morale of the police force is weakened again, and the fat sheriff wants to flee when he sees this.

No, the king must be captured!

Jérôme in the crowd. Bonaparte waved his cane vigorously and shouted at the police: "Come here! ”

Three regular police officers and three vigilantes rushed towards Jérôme. Bonaparte approached in the direction.

Jérôme. Bonaparte picked up the spur and struck the worker's thigh hard, and the worker, whose center of gravity was unstable, fell directly to the ground.

"Quick! Help me make a way, I'm going to catch that leader! "Jérôme. Bonaparte held a staff in his right hand and pulled out a revolver from his waist in his left.

Seeing this, the workers close to Jérôme immediately stopped. Bonaparte quickly fired his gun into the air.

The gunfire froze everyone present, and Jérôme seized the opportunity to knock down another worker.

The policemen and vigilantes who followed him followed Jérôme. Bonaparte's footsteps rushed forward.

The crowd expelled a passage of Jérôme. Bonaparte and his party came to the head of the "workers' movement".

Holding a gun in his left hand and a staff in his right hand, Jérôme aimed his gun at the chest of the person in charge. John grabbed the person in charge by the arm so that he could not escape.

The rest of the policemen pulled out their smoothbore, revolvers, and pointed them at the workers.

"Everyone! If you don't want him dead, stop me! "Jérôme. Bonaparte shouted in a sinister voice.

For no reason was coerced to become a vigilante Jean Jérôme. Bonaparte was very unhappy, he did not feel like he was participating in this senseless battle.

Workers hear Jérôme. After Bonaparte's words, they all stopped.

"Make a way!" Jérôme put the revolver behind the person in charge and said to the workers.

The workers who were arrested in the backbone of the main heart consciously moved out of the way, and the scarred policeman and vigilante general Jérôme. Bonaparte and George. John besieged the city and rushed out of the encirclement.