C2519 Paris Parade! (1/2)
The whole city of Paris was in a state of turmoil. Countless workers and civilians gathered in the streets, under the red flags, and walked towards the cemetery of Father Rashiz.
The slogans echoed through the sky!
”severely punish the murderer! And you even want justice and justice! ”
”Hand over Pierre. Bonaparte, let the people judge him! ”
”Down with Napoleon III! Hit those filthy and ugly nobles! ”
”Long live working class! Long live the citizens! Long live the France! ”
The shouts came wave after wave like a crescent moon, constantly lapping at the hearts of the people in the city! Champs-Elysées, Montmartre Street, Sèvres Street, St. Michel's Avenue... The main street of Paris was packed with demonstrators.
The middle class and small capitalists on the street looked at the chaos before them in horror. They were so frightened that they turned around and ran home. When they returned, they immediately ordered their servants to pack up their belongings and prepare to take refuge in the countryside.
The owner of the shop, who had just started business in the morning, carefully opened the window and the door. He was dumbstruck by what he saw in front of him.
They didn't know what was going to happen today, but before he could figure it out, an inky flyer was stuffed into his arms.
”Take a look, my dear citizen. Napoleon III's nephew had shot and killed an innocent journalist. This is a challenge to human rights.
”Long live China!”
Following the loud and clear slogans, snowflakes floated down from the top of the buildings along the street. All of the slogans and slogans for protest were printed on them.
In Champs-Elysées, this was the core of the entire city parade. Wa Erlan and Du Waer walked in front, side by side, hand in hand.
”Long live the Republic! Resist the tyrannical rule of all emperors! ”
”Long live the people! to all citizens of the France! ”
”Trial these criminals! is fair and just! ”
”I pay my respects to Wei Keduonuowa! Revenge for our warriors! ”
Before the two of them had even shouted, the tens of thousands of workers behind them would shout loudly in unison. This scene was truly spectacular.
These two were the highest level commanders of the Workers' Movement. At this moment, their master was in Brussels, and all the workers in Paris were under their command!
Behind them were surging waves of people. Seeing the surging power released by the working class, the two revolutionaries felt their chests ignited with flames. At that moment, it was as if they could see their emperor, who was high above them, being burnt to ashes!
”Did you see that? Wa Erlan! This was the power of the working class! This is the power of the people! ”
”Dear Du Waer, of course I saw it! I can even see the flames burning on people! This was a fire of anger that could burn the entire Old World! Let the world see the power of the people! ”