Chapter 10 Chapter nine

An almost primitive war broke out in the northern lands.War is bloody politics. Mr. Three is a politician.A politician born and bred in this land.All the politics in his great head was to bring the company down, to smash it, to make it and its influence die in the land.Now, Mr. San's solemn politics has spread across the small Liujiawa with overwhelming momentum—— Spears, broadswords, earthen guns, and earthen cannons emerged from all the closed villages.People with spears and earthen guns obey the politics of Mr. Three and obey Mr. Three's politics.Because they don't have their own politics yet, the politics of the three gentlemen has naturally become their politics.

The kiln workers and villagers surrounded Liujiawa on the inner three floors and the outer three floors. More than a dozen earthen cannons made of cast iron extended their black muzzles to the east and west mine gates.The large blades reflected undulating and dazzling light in the sunlight.Shotguns, shotguns, and powder guns made of thick iron tubes, waited in silence for an explosion.Girls, daughter-in-laws, and old women used ancient wooden carts and shiny poles to deliver pancakes, salty soup, and gruel to the warriors ahead.They themselves stretched their trouser belts again and again.They know that men are fighting for their food and clothing and their families, and they are proud and proud. Like their men, they have no doubts about the justice of this war, that is to say, There is no doubt about the great politics of Mr. Three.

In the eyes of the villagers, leaders are absolutely indispensable.What is life without a leader? !From ancient times to the present, they have always regarded leaders like Mr. San as more valuable than firewood, rice, oil and salt.The leader is God, a god, and the backbone. People have long been accustomed to worshiping it in the most sacred place deep in their hearts.If you don't have a leader around your neck, who will lead you the way?People are going to panic.It is impossible to imagine how the war that is about to begin will be fought without the strong leadership of leaders like Mr. San.

On this day, Mr. San dragged his wounded body, endured the pain of two wounds, and was carried by his servants in a sedan chair to Liujiawa.He wants to see for himself the fall of a rebellious kingdom.His family tried to persuade him not to come, but he didn't listen. He obeyed the orders of God, and he felt that God sent him to win this war. The sedan chair walked from the east gate to the west gate, and the three-mile-long street was filled with armed people.The sun was lazily hanging in the sky, and a beam of sunlight passed through the car curtain and spread across his lap, warm.He felt better than ever before.Surrounded by people who supported him, admired him, and supported him, he felt like a small boat floating on a safe and calm sea.

The sedan chair was forced to stop from time to time.The familiar villagers and kiln workers rushed to greet him, inquired about his injury, and expressed their gratitude, respect and concern to him with eager, sincere and simple, but very brief words.He waved at them too, smiled and clasped his fists.He is also grateful to them. He knows that as a leader, without the support of the people, the value of this leader will never be higher than a piece of dried white taro pancakes that can satisfy one's hunger. Sometimes, he would stick his head out of the small window with difficulty and ask people something.From their mouths, he knew that his deployment had been completed. The villagers took the village as the unit, and the kiln workers took the big cabinet as the unit. They all entered the battle position. ...

He smiled with satisfaction, smiled, almost completely forgetting the pain of the wound and his own existence. In the open space outside the west gate, he was surrounded by kiln workers surnamed Liu from Zhou's cabinet and Wang's cabinet.People carried his sedan chair to the high steps of Xinglong Tavern, cheered him, and greeted him.Excited, he refused to listen to the dissuasion of his servants, and struggled out of the sedan chair. With the support of Liu Guangtian and Liu Siye, he repeatedly clasped fists at the people, his face as pale as paper was covered with sweat from exhaustion.

"Sir, tell everyone something!" Liu Guangtian suggested. The gentleman nodded, stretched his two weak hands forward, and pressed down tremblingly, motioning for people to be quiet.His movements already had an old-fashioned taste, as if the two wounds on his body made him lose many years of time all at once. People were moved. People are quiet. People stared at the leader who had paid for their own blood with loyal eyes, and entered the state of selfless selflessness for a moment.They all hope that their leader will use a powerful call to ignite the madness in their hearts.They hope that their leader will shout: "Fight, fight with the bastards!"

The gentleman's deeply sunken lips squirmed for a long time, looked around for a long time, and only said in a breathless voice: "We... you... want to keep the land!" The husband couldn't go on, tears fell to the ground loudly. The people in front of them are indeed the sons of the land, and those kiln workers are still dressed in peasant attire.Either in the past, or in the present, or in the future, they are bound to have a flesh-and-blood relationship with the land.How many kiln workers in the kiln do not want to get rich and buy land? !Mr. understands them, understands them!enough!This is enough!

Cheers, roars, and mixed sound waves shook the air until it became hot and hot; The cannon went off.The soil cannon cast in the Qing Dynasty in Xihezhai slammed the head of the new mine.When this gun was fired, the guns of the Russian cruiser Aurora attacking Winter Officer had been silent for two years... More than 140 mine policemen defend the dignity of Xinghua Coal Mine Co., Ltd. with strong mine walls and watchtowers.In terms of the number of people, they are undoubtedly at a disadvantage, one hundred forty and fourteen thousand are out of proportion.However, they have their advantages, they have modern German rifles, Czech machine guns, mining explosives enough to send tens of thousands of people to the west, high walls that cannot be climbed, mine rivers that cannot be crossed, and moral confidence And strength - they are not aggressors, but defenders.

The company is not their god.However, they are fighting for the company and are willing to fight for the company.The company has money—just now, Wang Zifei announced on behalf of the company: as long as the mine police team can stick to it until 2:00 pm, all members of the mine police team will each receive fifty yuan as a special police reward.Money is god and they are fighting for god. The Wang Zhanyuan Department of the direct line has telegraphed Qin Zhenyu this morning: the troops will arrive at Liujiawa at 2 p.m. to suppress the mob riots.With the backing of regular armed forces, what is there to fear from mere mobs? !This is one of the reasons why the mine police have the courage to stick to it.

When the earth cannons rang out, the mine policemen at the East and West Mine Gates reacted strongly immediately. The machine guns mounted on the gate tower immediately burst into flames and roared, shooting bullets like raindrops at the black crowd rushing towards them. The kiln workers and the villagers gave a sober and practical lesson, which made them retreat in embarrassment after leaving behind more than a dozen corpses. The attackers summed up their experience and lessons, built simple fortifications with sacks filled with soil, hid behind the sacks and bombarded the mine gate with artillery fire.Under the cover of artillery fire, the brawny men with big knives and bare backs scattered into countless wriggling black spots, and quickly detoured towards the moat. When they reached the moat, they jumped into the water and forcibly swam to the opposite bank.At this time, the bullets followed, splashing little splashes on the water.Those who know the interest turn back in a hurry, but when the rat flees, it is inevitable that they will die in the flying stray bullets.Those who don't know what's going on are forced to go under the mine wall, and they will naturally look for it without any shelter or hindrance. Swim failed. For a moment, more than ten thousand angry men retreated and flinched in the fierce and effective counterattack.However, turning around to look at the fallen folks at their feet, the courage to fight was ignited by the flames of revenge, and the second attack began again. This time, they shifted the focus of their attack to the weakly defended mine wall, and launched a fierce attack at the same time for more than ten miles. Obviously, more than a hundred guns cannot simultaneously kill the thousands of men who are not afraid of death.In the face of the powerful offensive, the southern mine wall was broken through first.The villagers who attacked under the wall used explosives to blow down the mine wall for more than ten meters, and the villagers with big knives and spears rushed into the mine roaring. The defense line of the mine police team completely collapsed. In just one hour and a few minutes—that is to say, three hours before 2:00 pm, Liujiawa was conquered by angry kiln workers and villagers. The real big carnage begins. Neither of the warring parties is a formal armed group, and is not bound by any rules of war. They rely entirely on their simple minds, command their powerful limbs, and execute the responsibility of killing.The mine police who had lost their advantage ran around and hid. Wherever they fled and hid, they were chased by swords and guns.Raising hands and handing over guns is useless. Villagers and kiln workers don't follow that routine. They only understand one truth: murder for life, and debt for debt.Since the mine police killed their men, it was only natural that they should let them die. In a quick kill, the attackers approached the small manager's building, and then surrounded the manager's building. Qin Zhenyu and Wang Zifei have lost the final control over their own destiny. They never dreamed that the mine police team equipped with modern equipment would collapse so quickly that they had no time to arrange their own funeral. After surrounding the manager's building, the kiln workers and villagers did not act rashly.This was Mr. San's order, an order they could not disobey, because they knew that it was Mr. San who would clean up the situation in the end, not them.They are not politicians. Stepping on the road paved with the blood of the kiln workers and villagers, Mr. San came in a sedan chair. There were many squires on both sides of the sedan chair. Among the squires' robes and jackets, there were Liu Guangtian, the leader of the strike kiln workers, and Liu Siye, who was bare-chested and bare-backed. .Er Liu's clothes were very shabby, and it was extremely incongruous to mix with the silk and satin clothes of the gentlemen.However, no one noticed this difference. People voluntarily moved out of the way. Mr. San's sedan chair walked through the alleys of people. At the gate, the sedan chair was put down, and Mr. Majestic got out of the sedan chair.Two gentlemen stepped forward to help, but the gentleman raised his hand and pushed him away. There was a sudden silence in front of the manager's building, so quiet that it was frightening.People focused all their eyes on Mr., eagerly paying attention to his every word, deed and every move.In the silence that envelops all, a solemn mystery arises... People are waiting for a conclusion to be born. Qin Zhenyu and Wang Zifei came downstairs. "Disrespect! Disrespect!" The third gentleman solemnly rolled up his fat sleeves, clasped his fists in his hands, bowed his upper body slightly, and spoke politely. Qin Zhenyu's face was ugly, his facial muscles were shaking nervously, and his face was covered with sweat.Her hair, once greasy, was in a mess, with a lock clinging to her forehead and sticking to her wet skin.He looked at Mr. San, not knowing what to say, the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time, but he didn't utter a single word. The prince was still calm, his voice was soft, but he said with dignity: "Sir, you have won! But you probably also know that this battle of weapons that led to your victory will bring you and the four thousand kiln workers, fathers and villagers What are you coming?" The gentleman smiled slightly: "This is not your concern." Wang Zifei also smiled, very unnaturally: "But I want to remind you: one day, the people on this land will treat you the same way they treat the company today!" "That's all? Is there anything else to say?" Prince Fei looked at the watch on his wrist: "This is not the final result, two and a half hours later..." "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" The gentleman laughed loudly, "You still count on the soldiers of the regiment? Those soldiers are all scumbags, and they will work for whomever pays the salary! Didn't you pay 20,000 yuan? I, Liu Thirty thousand! How about it?" Wang Zifei was stunned. At this moment, there was a muffled gunshot, and a bullet flew out from the crowd around the gentleman, and passed through Wang Zifei's head without any mistakes, like a big nail, nailing him to the foot of the gentleman. On the terrazzo steps.Bright red blood gushed out from the cracked skull and slowly flowed down the steps.Wang Zifei's feet twitched a few times, and he died suddenly.When he died, his eyes were still wide open, and his mouth was still slightly open, as if he wanted to say something to people... People followed the reputation, and Liu Siye, who was caught among the gentlemen, was slowly lifting the smoking spear to his shoulder. Mr. San seemed to be unaware of all this, and said softly to Qin Zhenyu: "President Qin, now, should we sit down and discuss terms?" Qin Zhenyu was almost out of his wits, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay! Okay! Everything will be done according to the master's wishes!" The husband turned his head and ordered: "Guangtian, Liu Si, bring the conditions for resuming work and the compensation agreement, and ask the general manager to sign!" Qin Zhenyu signed it honestly. The crowd burst into long and warm cheers!The voices from those rough voices merged into a powerful wave of air, which rushed straight into the sky. Under the leadership of Mr. San, the kiln workers and villagers won an overall victory in this war.However, the tragedy also began from this. Two hours later, Wang Zhanyuan's regiment marched into Liujiawa. Mr. San donated 30,000 foreign dollars as military pay, and tried his best to uphold justice from the military.The military agreed.Afterwards, Yin Wenshan, the county governor, personally handled the large-scale fighting with the military as his backing.Liu Guangtian and Liu Sishun were arrested immediately and sentenced to death.In order to fulfill the principle of fairness, the county government announced that: Qin Zhenyu had voluntarily (!) signed the conditions for resumption of work and the contract for land compensation, and it will take effect immediately.The board of directors learned the details, knew that it was difficult to run a mine, and the future was bleak, so they drew their salaries from the bottom of the pot and demanded the withdrawal of the share capital.Qin Zhenyu was troubled both at home and abroad, unable to support him, and announced the bankruptcy of Xinghua Coal Mine Co., Ltd., leaving four thousand kiln workers unemployed...