EFB Chapter 224 The Failed Uprising, They Need The Leadership Of Prouker's Will 【1/5 For Automatic
Chapter 224 The Failed Uprising, They Need The Leadership Of Prouker's Will 【1/5 For Automatic
"One month, if the situation in your two countries is still the same within one month, then my Kingdom of Rhea will announce that it will withdraw from the alliance!"
The language is amazing!
Everyone looked at the king of the Rhea Kingdom who stood up suddenly, as if he had been stimulated by something, and said such horrifying words.
Quit the Confederacy?!
Did this guy drink too much?
However, when everyone looked at Luo Wen at this moment, his face was full of seriousness and coldness.
Among the Southern Confederacy, the Rhea Kingdom itself is not considered strong, and can only be regarded as the middle and upper reaches.
Even if we only talk about military strength, it will almost fall out of the mid-level level.
For a long time, Rowan, the king of the Kingdom of Rhea, although he actively spoke in the monarchy council, promoted many affairs.
But he is still very cautious, and he is even more cautious about his words and deeds for Gruberny V and Alfonso V.
However, what happened today?
Suddenly so excited?
At this moment, Alfonso V's old face was gloomy and terrifying, glaring at Rowan.
He asked, "Rowan Smith, do you know what you mean when you say this? You are splitting our hard-won alliance and destroying the achievements of our struggle so far!"
"You are the ones who destroy the alliance! It is you Gruberni Empire and Alfonso Empire!" Rowan roared back loudly.
"As the front line of the alliance with the Prouker Empire, it's fine if you don't try your best to make the people unite as one, but you still let those nobles and businessmen go on a rampage in the country.
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"As long as your eyes are not blind and your ears are not deaf! You should take a good look at how far the bottom of your empire has reached. When you should be united as one, you don't want to use favors to get the common people at the bottom to recognize us."
"They are still oppressing them even more, raising taxes, and reforming the laws without even 10% of their enforcement. Now, when the snowstorm breaks out, they wantonly rob those people of their last rations!"
"You still have the brains to question those who can't survive, why are you rioting!?"
"Bottom line! We can look down on them and oppress them, but your bottom line!!!"
Rowan growled angrily.
The Smith royal family of the Kingdom of Rhea was born as a merchant, and even Smith, who is now on the throne, followed his father who was a merchant and did a lot of business when he was young.
As a businessman, he naturally understands that if he wants to be strong, he must exploit, but he has always kept the bottom line of exploitation, which is to prevent those low-level civilians from being completely hopeless.
There are also many factories in the Kingdom of Rhea, and situations such as exploitation are not uncommon in the Kingdom of Rhea. However, Rowan personally presides over the implementation of the "Worker Protection Act" in the country.
Facing the phenomenon of maliciously deducting wages or even working for a month without receiving a penny, they directly use strong means to punish them.
For those in charge of the factory who beat the workers to death, they sent the other party directly to prison.
However, they turned a blind eye to wage arrears, delays in payment of the first month's wages, or payment in installments.
It can only be said that the Worker Protection Act of the Kingdom of Rhea is only a boundary between "drinking workers' blood" and "eating workers' flesh".
However, this made Rhea Kingdom in the snowstorm, and the order was much better than the two idiot empires in the north.
After Luo Wen finished speaking, he snorted coldly, regardless of the people with different expressions on the scene, left a word, and walked directly outside.
"One month! Don't think I'm kidding!"
Rowan's words touched Gruberni V and Alfonso V to a certain extent, but it was too late.
Now in the territory of the Gruberni Empire and the Alfonso Empire, there are more than a dozen riots reported in a day.
On a small scale, dozens of people fought with weapons, and on a large scale, the whole village was mobilized, and thousands of people participated in the riot.
In this case, appeasement or something has not much effect.
These people have already risked their lives, and they no longer have any trust in the top management of the empire.
Even though the two countries sent officials to appease them one after another, saying that they would distribute enough food for the winter, no one believed it.
These hopeless farmers who are determined to riot have already regarded these words as a settlement after the fall.
For this reason, the Alfonso Empire and the Gruberney Empire finally stopped hesitating, and directly mobilized a group of 40,000 frontier musketeers, and launched a bloody suppression of the riots.
"Bang bang bang!"
Snowflakes are flying, the cold wind is howling, in a village at the foot of the mountain.
Following an order from the military officer of the Confederate States, a musketeer of the Confederate States wearing a thermal overcoat decisively pulled the trigger.
Gunpowder smoke erupted, and on the icy snow in front of them, a group of angry farmers fell powerlessly to the ground amidst screams.
"Run away! Run away, everyone! Our family has all been transferred! Run away to the mountains with me!"
A young man in the lead suddenly shouted.
Some people have completely lost their minds, and they are still rushing towards the musket team at this moment.
The other group of people, like waking up from a dream, immediately turned their heads and followed the young man, running wildly for their lives.
"So, from the beginning of this riot, did the desperate peasants have no chance of winning?"
In the imperial capital of Gruberny, the snow fell even more heavily today, and the temperature of the stove in the office was very high, but when Marius said this, his heart was icy cold.
John Galby, sitting in front of him, nodded with a cigarette.
"After all, they are untrained farmers, or weak farmers who have been starving and freezing for a long time. Not to mention the tens of thousands of Musketeers mobilized by the Alliance, even the traditional cold weapon army can easily suppress .”
"From the beginning to the end of the riot, these peasants didn't even really understand their purpose. It was just a meaningless vent of anger."
Marius clenched his fists tightly. During this time, his factory took in as many homeless and bankrupt farmers as possible. There were five or six thousand people in the whole factory.
But facing tens of thousands of desperate farmers, he still felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
The riot happened so suddenly that the people from the Sky Eye Society didn't even instigate it secretly.
Neither the Confederate States nor the high-level officials of the Prouker Empire expected that such a thing would happen suddenly.
"What do I need now? What else can I do?" asked Marius.
John flicked the cigarette ash, his eyes were cold.
"Our people will gather these farmers in the wilderness and forests of various places, establish bases one by one there, train the rebel army, and arm all the homeless and bankrupt farmers."
"And now a batch of production lines have been shipped from the port of Salamandis. This time, there are not only canned food production lines, but also textile production lines, and some simple wind-cold medicines and other production lines."
John looked at Marius solemnly.
〃This time your position will be very dangerous, even your Duke father may not be able to keep you, we need you to expand the factory as much as possible, and secretly produce supplies for the rebels everywhere!"
"No problem!" Marius almost blurted out.
These days, he has seen too much savagery and bloodshed. This kind of experience as if the tragic world is really in front of him has made him completely let go of the so-called desire for personal life and wealth.
A nobler desire to fight for a lifeline for oppressed people all over the world had taken possession of his mind.
"If it was under Prouker's will, I believe that everything I do today will be right.
"Even if that day really comes, on the guillotine, death is just a key, a key that allows my free soul to break through the prison of my body!"
Marius said firmly.
John looked at the noble boy who was about the same age as himself, and finally showed admiration from the bottom of his eyes. He put out the cigarette butt, stood up and bowed slightly to him
"It's an honor for me, John Galby, to be friends with a man like you."
"I believe that the great father of the nation will appreciate you very much!"
While the two were talking, there was a sudden knock on the door in a hurry.
"Master Marius is bad! We now have a lot of refugees coming towards our factory, followed by a lot of city guards, it seems that they are chasing and killing them!"
Both Marius and John suddenly changed color.
The two looked at each other, seeing the inner guess from each other's eyes.
The good name of the Marius factory is like a torch in the dark Gruberney Empire, it is too obvious, these are obviously desperate farmers.
They all rushed towards their side, seeking asylum.
Marius gritted his teeth, as if he had made some decision.
Turning his head to John who was on the side, he said.
"John, I need more production lines and steam engines here, and as many production lines as you can bring, send them to me as much as possible, whether it's for the production of matches or soap, send them all to me!"
John's complexion changed.
"Are you going to take all these people in? There must be leaders who are known to the alliance army, you should think about it!"
Marius gritted his teeth: "I will take care of these things!"
PS: It's a new day, as a great emperor, how can we not have a strong little fan? The protagonist's first highlight moment is coming. Brothers ask for a wave of monthly tickets.
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