Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 46

In order to ensure the death of the attacked, while someone tampered with the boiler pipes, there were also shooters hiding at the end of the corridor.It should have been foolproof, but Francis saw the white light reflected off the metal barrel.For Sean's sake, he's got a bullet in his back.

"It should be nine," Francis said.

It was a long and narrow bullet, and the wound wouldn't bleed much, but it penetrated deep and still caused considerable damage.At this moment, the muscles in the back were squeezed, and the blood spread like a prairie fire.Sean's eyes were stung by the redness.He knelt down. "I don't deserve you."

"You are worth it. I am close to death to die, but you are to live..." Francis was speechless.The massive blood loss made him short of breath and pale, as if he was about to die in the next moment.Sean took Francis' hand.The opponent shook him back hard. "Sean, go to my house. The files are all under the bedroom floor. Also, I've been..."

"I know." Sean interrupted the other party hastily; when Francis spoke, blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth, which worried him too much.He solemnly promised: "All my decisions and actions will serve the revolution. If the people do not win, I will not compromise with anything."

"You know what you should do." Francis froze for a moment, and smiled helplessly: "I just want to say, I love you."

Shane was taken aback.

Yes, Francis loved all those who fought by his side as brothers.Whether it is caring and warning, tenderness and punishment, it is all for the purpose of continuing the lives of the strugglers.His voice began to tremble: "I will pass it on to others."

Sean saw Francis smile softly at him, and opened his mouth.The other party didn't make a sound, but Sean felt that he should have heard the other party's thanks.He didn't know if it was hallucinations, but that didn't matter anymore.

Francis was dead, in a struggle they hadn't yet won.

Struggle is the bridge between life and death.People are so afraid of death and eager to live, but they fight and go to death in order to live.

What do we live for?And for what are you willing to die?It's struggle!struggle!Fight for survival!

Shane was calm.He had never been so sad, and never had he been so calm.He knew that the matter was not over yet, and he had already thought of a countermeasure.

Sean took out the weapons of himself and Francis, and quickly disassembled all the guns into parts.These things were thrown into the furnace by him.Afterwards, he dragged the bodies of those men in uniform to the furnace and threw them into it.After finishing these, Sean picked up Francis' body: "Now we are all good citizens. Let them come."

Sheen was stopped by a group of armed men as soon as she stepped out of the factory gate.These people dress to look like members of the Guards.

Now I understand.There are no guards patrolling around here this afternoon, because someone deliberately caused trouble to distract them.Even if we didn't die in the factory, we would be taken away by guys disguised as guards.Had I resisted impulsively, as crows most often do, I would have been shot dead on the spot, as a matter of course.What a great way, but it's a pity that you are not the only ones pretending to be.

"You want to know what happened?" Faced with the question, Sean calmly tore open the paper bag, leaving the gun accessories scattered on the ground. "We found out the secrets here. Vincent was making ammunition. The underground of the factory is the evidence. My friends and I found out, so they tried to kill us. Simple as that."

"This is a lie! Mr. Vincent's men reported to the police that two gangsters tried to blow up the factory in the name of visiting!" As if to anger Sean, the leading man pushed Sean.Sean resisted the idea of ​​fighting back and hugged Francis' body tightly, allowing the other party to push him to the ground.

"So, do you have any evidence? We didn't bring anything except our cameras. The people who work in the restaurant across the street should be able to testify. We didn't do anything except take pictures and escape from the gunmen." Sean looked away from The floor-to-ceiling glass windows on the opposite side are retracted. "Those gunmen have escaped, how are ordinary citizens going to stop them? And, can't you see? I'm wounded, and my companion is dead! Dead! You don't go after the murderer, you come to blame the victim! This What the hell are the guards!"

The men exchanged anxious glances.Sean knew that these people didn't want to make a big deal out of it.It's a pity that it was too late. The students and people who got off work stopped curiously, and the crowd surrounded them.One lady said, "I said, why don't you send the poor boy to the hospital to have his wound bandaged? How tired and sad he is!"

"Shut up!" the leader yelled at the lady.He slapped Shane angrily. "Can Mr. Vincent lie, you thugs! Come with us quickly, or I will trample this corpse!"

Shane still didn't fight back.His face was blown to the side of the road, and it was burning hot.A lot of people gathered around, and the crowd exclaimed and blamed.Sean knew that he was going to succeed.The Guardians acted more like thugs than they did now. "Since you have doubts, you can come and search me. I am innocent and honest, so I am not afraid of this. But what about you? Take the words of powerful people as the truth and wrong innocent victims. Compared with me, you seem to be more Like a sinner, in this kingdom, under the law, a sinner!"

The man took a step back, seemingly flinched by Sean's eyes and words.But Shane didn't stop.These words, he originally said to the onlookers.

"Real sinners walk into parliament and enjoy their wealth, and we don't see it. Is it our fault? No! We know what justice and liberty are, and have the ability to think independently. It is the sinners and their lackeys and Companions. Think about it! In the past, our marches and strikes were regarded as crimes by the parliament, but in the end they all compromised. Why? Because they were wrong and we were right!"

"Yes! We are right! Don't embarrass an injured teenager again!" A round-faced female student shouted excitedly.People around laughed at her, she bowed her head shyly, but did not walk away.

Sean gave him a friendly smile before glancing back at the man approaching him.The guy with the gun was frightened by his cold and cruel eyes, and immediately stopped moving.

"We've tried a lot and won small victories because we were right. But it's not enough. Those who honor the feudal rule of the old age are still forcing us to fear and silence. Yes, this new era has given There are many of us. But how many sinners get away with it, how much real history is buried with lies? Just look at my mate. He was a good journalist, law abiding, and now he is dying for trying to expose the 'truth'. Always Someone died for the truth and was buried with the truth!"

Sean paused, biting his lower lip.He was surprised to find that he had burst into tears, and even Francis' face was wet with tears.

It was common sense that someone would die before the revolution was won, and Sean knew it.But it was his best brother who died.He was always losing close comrades in arms, and all the tears accumulated and broke out on this day.

He is very tired, but he must go on!

"If our law enforcement officers turn a blind eye to crimes but harm innocent civilians, then this is not the law we should recognize. If our lawmakers use the blood and sweat of the people as a tool to collect wealth and compete for power, then..." He said After a pause, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "He is not worthy to be a member of parliament! He is not worthy to rule the country where I was born and raised, and the people who support the entire society!"

"A bunch of bullshit." A man in uniform couldn't hold back and raised his gun at Sean.However, someone gave him a stick in the arm, knocking the gun down.The man with the iron bar glanced back at his restaurant to make sure it was still operating normally before turning back. "Dude, you shouldn't have shot. That's a good thing the kid said. If you shoot this unarmed, sad, vulnerable boy, I'll fucking blow your head off like a jerk."

"I'm not only going to kill this brat, but I'm going to kill you, a nosy idiot! You fucking did it!"

The man in uniform got his wish.He was struck hard on the back of the head and fell to the ground with a metallic buzz.Other agitated people also rushed forward, pushing the group of fakes back.

Deafening gunshots broke out amidst the noise.The shooter did not dare to shoot civilians, but only hit the wrist of the man who started the attack, hoping to deter the excited people.

After the gunshot, there was an unbearable silence.Yet within ten seconds of that, the man struck shouted, "Aha, it's finally begun! You lackeys of sinners!"

Someone responded to him and began to roar angrily.The voices erupted sporadically, and gradually became one, with an overwhelming momentum.This time people weren't just shoving; some were yelling and throwing what they had as weapons at the impostors.

"Some people can lead others when they are alive, and death can inspire others to move forward. You have proved it." Sean bowed his head and said to the already cold corpse: "Goodbye, my closest friend."

Although the situation developed according to Sean's idea, he encountered difficulties.It is impossible for him to watch the people clash with the militants and not help, nor is it possible to leave Francis alone.He planned to hug the other person to the bench beside him first, but staggered when he got up.

Fortunately, a pair of strong arms took over the corpse.Sean was about to thank him, but choked when he saw the familiar blond hair.

"It was an exciting speech." Medanzuo's eyes remained on Sean's face, with a complicated expression.Sean wiped his face: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Mei Danzuo lowered his head slightly, so that his hair covered most of the eyepatch. "You're hurt and you have to deal with it."

"Small injury." Sean hadn't recovered from the shock: "Why did you come?"

"I'm worried about you. Although I'm not sure whether Vincent will use the means and whether you will come, but... I can't help but worry."

Sean had a lot of questions to ask, but the timing wasn't right. "Can you do me a favor? Take my companion's body to the church."

Seeing Sean's grief, Medanzuo felt distressed and also a little jealous: Sean had never shed a single tear because of him. "Of course. Put him in the back of the car. There's not enough room. You'll have to turn him over and rest his head on your lap."

Shane shook his head. "I do not go."

"Aren't you leaving?" Mei Danzuo's voice suddenly rose.He urged anxiously: "You must come with me. The guards will come over sooner or later, and you will be arrested for participating in the riot."

"Who caused this riot?"

Medanzo was dumbfounded.Sheen smiled and continued, "I caused it. The first one stood up to protect me, and the others stood up to defend everyone. I gotta stay with them; I gotta take responsibility."

"Well, you will always be so ignorant." Medanzuo gave Sean a reluctant look, and said, "According to today's scale, most people here will go to prison. I will try to rescue you."

"No need, thank you. Do you know what I hate about nobles? Privileges. And..." Sean smiled at Medanzo, hiding the second part of the sentence in his heart.

Moreover, the prison is a place suitable for "preaching"!There, people can be overwhelmed by suffering, or reborn with resentment!

[June 6: Yesterday evening, a group of unidentified armed men posing as guards clashed with the public.For some reason, angry people even surrounded Mr. Vincent's home.It was not until midnight that these people were dispersed by the guards.One journalist was killed, 10 were injured and 16 were arrested.Mr Vincent expressed shock at the accident at the factory and mourned the victims, but did not respond to claims of a conspiracy. 】

[June 6: The workers' strike started yesterday morning and has lasted for a whole day.This is the largest strike since the country was restructured, and it even spread to other cities.There are also strikes and school strikes in some urban areas. 】

[June 6: Almost all intersections are "occupied" by students.They gave speeches and handed out leaflets.It is worth mentioning that the feared captain of the guard, known for his "sternness", showed a tolerant inaction in this matter. 】

[June 6: All the arrested persons were released.The curfew system was officially implemented.Some workers have started to go to work, and the daily order of the city is gradually being restored. 】

After being released from prison, Sheehan went to Francis' funeral.

It had just rained and it hadn't cleared up yet.But the sky was not gloomy, but pure blue—the paralysis of the factory was, after all, a little good for the city.The cemetery is in the outskirts, adjacent to the church.It is very quiet here, only the whispers of the willows moved by the wind.As a good and ordinary citizen, Francis will be buried here.

There were many people present: former colleagues of Francis' parents, young ladies and friends he had befriended, people he had helped.And of course, companions.

Fanny came too.She lit a white candle for Francis, and the dim yellow smoke danced lightly, like a dying life struggling constantly.When the priest read the eulogy, she burst into tears, but kept holding back her sobs.Her husband put a large windbreaker on her body, silently comforting her.

Most of them didn't speak; they didn't even breathe very quietly.

When the ceremony was over and most people made the cross and gradually left, Sean and the other partners stayed behind.They were to say a formal farewell to this loyal friend.

Derek said in a deep voice: "I will never forget everything you have done."

"None of us will forget, and we will finish what we have to do. You can see everything in heaven." Sean looked at the tombstone, and his mind seemed to be full of memories of them joking with each other and fighting side by side, and it seemed to be empty nor.He guessed that these people around him were the same as himself.

"Good-bye," they said in unison.

The author has something to say: writing this chapter poked my own tears TAT ​​Some people died for the future of their compatriots, and the descendants of their compatriots have forgotten their faces