C1855 left wing recovery

The composition of a nation was destined to be a conglomeration of classes. There were many professions, farmers and workers, teachers and doctors, kings and nobles, slaves and free people.

In different occupations, the resources they could control were not equal, and this inequity led to the emergence of classes.

It was undeniable that the class that controlled the country's resources the most always ruled over the resources the least. However, due to the pyramid structure of wealth, it was destined that the always small group of people occupied the most resources.

This was how the conflict started. France's biggest tumor was located here.

Britain and France were one of the earliest countries in the world where the wisdom of the people was established, especially the France, a country where romanticism was rampant. The workers and the petty bourgeoisie were already quite powerful in the end of the nineteenth century.

They had a large number of people but very little resources. They were poor and had more experience and knowledge than the peasants. At the very least, their literacy rate was guaranteed.

This group of people had already opened their minds. The folklorism had no effect on them, and the suppression of the faith in God had lost its meaning. They would definitely think and act in the face of poverty.

What was even more terrifying was that France once had a revolution that shook the world. It was in 1789, the year of the Qing dynasty's dryad for fifty-four years. The Great Qing Empire was still living in a dream of prosperity and did not want to wake up.

More than a hundred years ago, the ancestors of France had already proclaimed a declaration of human rights. The existence of the Republic was an iron-like fact. Although the imperial system had been restored twice in the later stages, many things had already been engraved in the depths of one's soul.

This was the spirit of the Republic of China that Napoleon III was most afraid of, the spirit of the Republic, which was about to be resurrected.

Xiao Letian's blurry image was still floating in the air, but the voice in his mind was getting clearer and clearer.

"French Emperor! Why are you sitting so steadily on the throne, do I not know? Firstly, you have to make use of your uncle's reputation, you have to admit that Napoleon is a true hero in human history, no matter what he does, he can obtain the love of a majority of the people in France! "Even as an emperor, there are people who love him …"

"Secondly, you have won over the old nobles and the great capitalists. The restoration of the imperial system gave those nobles some time to live, and your desperate efforts to colonize the seas would be able to satisfy the appetites of the great capitalists and the Bankers …"

"Third, you have used a series of military victories to boost the morale of our people... "This trick is too common, I am better at it than you. I know the hearts of the people just as well as you do. The lowest level of citizens hope for a series of victories to stimulate their poor nerves. Their lives are so bitter that they need your mental opium!"

"What's the fourth one? "That is the orthodoxy of the religious authority that the Catholic Church brought to you. All these years, you have been desperately supporting the Catholic faith in the colony. Didn't you do this to repay the Church's kindness?"

"With these four points of support, you are able to stand firm and steady. Only then can you be able to re-establish the imperial system in the France, where republics are widely accepted. This is your foundation for governance …"

"Hahaha …" Unfortunately, the hidden danger has already appeared. Do you think that you can't play anymore? "Is it …"

The absinthe had already drank an entire cup, and at this moment, Napoleon had already experienced a grave illusion. He didn't even go through the ceremony and directly poured alcohol into the cup.

"Are you a devil? Xiao Letian, are you a demon! "Why do you know all of this, why do you know …"

The hysterical French Emperor took out a paper knife from the table and slashed around in the air. Whether or not he should drink a mouthful of strong absinthe s, he could no longer feel the piercing pain in his throat.

Xiao Letian's devilish voice continued to echo in his ears, "You're afraid! I know what you're afraid of. Your foundation in power is beginning to waver … "

"Earth is so big, the easy to colonize Southern North America Continent and Africa, India have all gained ownership. You can no longer continue to expand your colonies, which means from now on, you won't be able to satisfy the appetite of the big capitalists!"

"The power of the Protestantism has started to expand. The Catholic Church in the East was not doing well. Did the Pope put pressure on you?"

"And your continuous war, is it impossible to continue? The people and the army will all be tired from the war. The veterans who fought alongside you against the empire and Crimea are already old.

"And you are old, too. You don't have the ability to train a brand-new elite, do you?"

"When it is very difficult for the France to create new wealth, those conflicts that have been suppressed will break out, right? Ha ha-ha, the Republicans are starting to get restless. They've started the underground printing press to print articles attacking you, aren't they? "

"The left-wing forces are expanding rapidly between the workers and the peasants, and there is an undercurrent in the bustling underworld of Paris, isn't there? Hahaha … You've actually already seen it, but you're old. You don't have the strength or energy to solve these problems, do you? "

"AHH!" "You are a devil …" With a crisp smack, the empty absinthe bottle was smashed into smithereens. French Emperor fought with the paper knife in the hall against the voice and crazily hacked at it.

In the darkness of the night, the Chief of Police dragged out two battalions of elite imperial guards from the military camp and under the cover of the night, they charged into the sewers of Paris.

The reconstruction of Paris during that era was already completed, and the later generation's miraculous sewer system could now be used. For example, in the sewers of the underground city, the military police raided the underground printing houses one by one, and all the workers who dared to resist were killed on the spot.

In the dead of night, the nobles only heard some gunshots in their dreams. They turned around and went back to sleep.

However, the ordinary slums were in chaos. The plain-clothed policemen and soldiers, under the lead of their spies, caught one left-winger after another. The stifled cries became one.

Blood stained the underground rivers of Paris. At dawn, corpses were dragged out of the sewers and thrown onto the cart before being buried.

There were many more who were being arrested, and what awaited them would surely be harsh interrogations.

No one knew exactly how many people died that night, but the news that French Emperor was crazy for an entire night spread like wildfire.

The panting French Emperor was fighting, but that annoying voice still continued to torment him.

"Ha ha-ha, you came to kill me! Kill me! Why are you old? Why can't you kill him? "

"Am I right? There was nothing left to say! The Crimean War happened in 1853, and it has already been 16 years since then. It's been 16 years, can the veterans who fought alongside you back then still fight? "

"Sixteen years have passed. The average age of your elite army that accompanied you in the war is probably forty-five years, right? Could they still fight? How much is alive? Has wealth softened their bones? "

"As for the newly trained legions, how many times do you think they fought? How much combat power could he possibly have? Hahaha, you can't do it anymore! "External strength only means …"

"No …" Don't say anymore... "Shut up …"

"Pa …" Crash … He didn't know that the mirror had been taken out of the seedling and completely shattered into a mess on the ground.