The three processions of the march converged like water along their respective streets in the direction of Union Square.

Near Union Square, Sheriff Porter and the police officers at the police station were on standby.

Behind him are not only those subordinates in his jurisdiction,

There are also core police officers drawn from other precincts in San Francisco.

At the mayor's behest, the officers were placed under Potter's command.

Sheriff Potter had never been so proud in his life.

"Brothers, all prepare for me, what we carry on our shoulders is the mayor's ardent expectations for us, and what we carry is the long-term peace and stability of San Francisco!"

After giving an impassioned speech to the officers, he and a few of his subordinates went to the second floor of a building on the edge of the square and stared at the movement.

Soon, the square began to gradually increase the number of people.

One by one, people from various nearby streets converged on the square.

Some of them are nearby workers, while others are citizens watching the bustle.

"Boss, why don't we just put a barricade on the street to stop them?" One of the subordinates who went to investigate asked Sergeant Porter in confusion, "Three waves of processions are coming from three directions towards the square. It's not easy to bring them together! ”

Sergeant Potter spit out the cigarette residue in his mouth with a "puff", and said angrily:

"Do we have that many of us? Gather these people together, and I'll clean them up! ”

He looked out the window.

The slogans of the procession were getting closer, and from Potter's position, the sound of thunderous footsteps could be faintly heard.

Finally, the men of the Knights of Labor appeared at the corner of the square.

The first to appear, naturally, was Mr. Hawley, the chairman of the Knights of California Labor and the leader of the California Workers.

He wears a brown overalls.

The color was inconspicuous in the gray and brown color palette, but his blonde hair made him stand out from the crowd.

"Assemble! Gather! Let's wait for the brothers of the 'National Farmers' Union'! Duncan, beside Hawley, commanded the members of the parade behind him.

Soon, the vanguard of peasants and women also entered the square.

The three main forces of the march met in Union Square.

Union Square gets its name from the Civil War, when a conference on Union Unification was held here.

The square itself was not large enough to accommodate so many marchers, so the marchers lined up from the square all the way to the outside of the square.

The women's caravan came in handy at this time and became a makeshift podium.

Everyone who was willing to speak jumped into the car and expressed their opinions to the crowd in the square.

First, Oliver Dunleavy, the head of the National Farmers Union in California.

He denounced the current industrial capitalists for their greed for profit, their profit-oriented exploitation, their bottomless exploitation of the poor peasants, and the use of bank loans to deprive the peasants of their property in disguise.

The banks provide loans to the farmers and confiscate their land when they cannot afford to pay them.

Without their land, the peasants could not survive, and had to lease the land of the big capitalists, reduced to tenant farmers, and repeatedly exploited.

Next is the mayor's daughter.

Her sisters tried to lift her into the caravan, but she waved her hand and refused.

The mayor's daughter tugged at the hem of her skirt, stepped on the edge of the caravan, and climbed up.

Her appearance won a round of applause from everyone present.

No one knew her, but judging by how she spoke and dressed, she was educated.

It takes a lot of courage for such a woman to express her opinion in public.

A number of speakers followed.

Finally it was Hawley's turn.

The blonde young man jumped up in a lunge under the stars and the moon.

Like an agile gazelle, he leaped up and stood firmly at the top of the caravan.

Hawley raised his hands and smiled as he waved to those below.

But he didn't know that his smile was shining into someone's heart like sunshine at this time.

The mayor's daughter watched from below.

She is at the age of the first love.

Since I was a child, I have been cared for by my father in every way, and the boys I can see are nothing more than the older brothers and younger brothers in the family, and at most there will be some rich children of the same age at the boring dance party.

But they all looked stupid and stupid, and none of them were as heroic as the blonde young man in front of them, and their smiles were warm.

Hawley, who was on the caravan, did not realize this, and he began his speech:

As our forefathers said, natural human rights! Everyone in this country is created equal! ”

As long as we are united, our strength will be strong! We need to change because we have the power to be on an equal footing with them! California is for everyone! Beauty is everyone's! ”

At this moment, the struggle is taking place in every corner of the continent, from the Mississippi River to the Atlantic Ocean; from Chicago to San Francisco; This is a day that will be remembered by history."

His voice was loud and echoed through the square.

The workers and peasants in the audience listened attentively and were full of admiration.

If before, Holly joined the guild just to complete Chen Jianqiu's task.

It was from the moment he officially became president of the Knights of California Labor that he really began to work hard for his long-lost faith.

Hawley will not forget what he ran away from home for, and similarly, he will not forget Chen Jianqiu's sentence "clear conscience".

The speech in Union Square was still going on, but Porter on the second floor couldn't sit still.

If you let this talk about it again, I'm afraid that the whole of San Francisco will blow up later.

"Action! Let's go! All the police officers entered the scene and arrested the person. Potter didn't have the heart to look downstairs anymore.

He slapped his gun and walked briskly towards the door, ready to go downstairs.

"When the time comes, whoever hears an explosion or a gunshot will shoot immediately, do you understand?" He commanded his subordinates.

The sky was starting to get hazy, and Hawley's speech was coming to an end.

Suddenly, the people participating in the parade in the square heard a dense sound of footsteps coming from outside the square.

Uniformed policemen lined up and surrounded the square from all sides.

They all had guns in their hands.

"Seal off the whole square!" Potter shouted to the officers behind him, "Reserves, come in with me and arrest someone." ”

Some of the people in the march looked to the rear.

The sudden appearance of heavily armed police unnerved some of the marchers, who were not sure if they would take further action.

But Hawley, who was in the caravan, did not stop his speech.

He looked calm.

Because Hawley knows that if he is in chaos here at this time, then the crowd below will also be in chaos.

"Get out of the way of me, get out of the way!"

After encircling the marching crowd, Sergeant Potter led the police into the square.

They wielded rifle butts in their hands and drove away the crowd on the periphery.

"Don't follow behind and make fools, waiting for the bullet won't grow eyes!" Sergeant Potter grabbed a citizen by the collar who was watching with his neck stretched and dragged him out.

After the onlookers on the perimeter were cleared, the police lined up and gradually approached in the direction of the square.

The crowd on the outskirts of the square began to stir.

Hawley winked at Duncan below.

Duncan understood.

He raised his hands and gestured.

Suddenly there were a lot of workers with armbands in the crowd, and there were always Chinese workers and white workers.

These people had bulging pockets around their waists and began to move closer in Duncan's direction.

The crowd in the square consciously moved out of the way so that these people could pass.

"Pickets, follow me!"

Duncan gave an order, led the workers, and walked towards the periphery of the square.

Sorry, it's late

(End of chapter)