C2583 A naive idealist

The postal system of nineteenth century Europe had become more developed, especially for the developed capitalist countries like Southwest Europe. Due to the frequent commercial activities, they could find carts and boats to carry in their mail at any time.

Belgium's mail had only reached London in 36 hours. When Big Beard read the letter, he had just found out that Xiao Letian had been assassinated. Due to the temporary blockade by the various governments, the assassination was only announced to the public after three days.

Big Beard was burning with anxiety. When he heard the rumors that came from an unknown place in the coffee shop that the Londoner was in, he got himself into a lot of trouble.

Some people said that Xiao Letian had died on the spot, and his body was not even able to piece together. Others said that Xiao Letian had died on the spot.

Some people said that Xiao Letian did not die at that time, but was killed by the assassins ambushing him. Others said that Xiao Letian was saved by the soldiers of the Bavaria, but he lost too much blood and died in the end.

The more the bearded man listened, the colder he felt. Think about that wise Eastern Führer, think about how such a young and great man died just like that?

His eyes were moist. He wanted to flick his sleeves and leave, but he also wanted to hear more rumors.

Bismark sent his army to ambush them, the guards of the Bavaria did not dare to stop them at all. The three thousand riders broke through the defense of the fort and entered the inner area of the Bavaria, quickly charging straight to the Nuremberg.

When the riders from Nuremberg commandeered a train, they headed south at the fastest speed possible towards the assassination grounds. When they reached the valley, they immediately sealed off all internal and external communications.

Domineering! The Prussian was too despotic! The army had penetrated hundreds of kilometers into the hinterland of the neighboring countries, just like walking into one's own home!

Weak! The people of Bavaria were too weak! After being humiliated by Prussian in such a way, no one dared to resist, and they allowed Prussian to do whatever he wanted!

At this moment, the king of the Bavaria and all the important officials of the kingdom were heading north towards the small city, Ingherstadt! Countless diplomats and spies from Europe gathered there, even Bismark began to head south.

At this time, London was indeed the center of the world. The people here were very well-informed. Only the heavens knew how the people in the cafes found out that there were so many unreported news about the city, and Big Beard was also slowly sorting out the current situation.

When he returned home with a tired expression, his wife was already waiting for him to return with a mail. "A letter from Belgium, I know you're very anxious, so you didn't go out to buy groceries …"

"Thank you! Jenny... Buy some meat for the kids... Can you buy me a cheap bottle of wine if you can? "

The wife saw the sadness in her husband's expression and quickly nodded and left the attic.

Big Beard opened his old friend's letter and read it in ten lines. When he saw that, he shook his head regretfully.

"Blanqui! My old friend, you are wrong, you are really wrong... If you are still living with nationalist fantasies, you will definitely suffer a great deal in the future! "

"Don't you understand? Class hatred is irreconcilable. It is a contradiction that even God can do nothing about. How can you think that nationalism and national sentiments can reconcile it? "

"Every pore of this thing, 'Capital', has greediness flowing within them. There is a foul smell of blood in them. If this beast, 'Capital', is released, it will definitely drink blood!"

"Capital has no humanity, no emotions. Their original instinct is to increase their value, to squeeze out all the profits!"

"Why do you imagine that the princes and capitalists will compromise? Do you really think that just because the working class and the aristocratic capitalists all share the same national title, they will be able to get along peacefully? "

"If that's really the case, then how did all the suppression you suffered in the past few years result in so much blood being lost?"

"The class conflict is irreconcilable! Even if they were temporarily put on hold because of the ethnic conflict, there will still come a day where they will be able to counterattack. All of the compromises that the rulers have made are just to sharpen the knife for the next massacre! "

Big Beard covered his face with his hands and said, "Blanqui! On this issue, you are actually not able to see through it as how an Eastern politician sees it. When Xiao Letian walked out from the feudal system of China, he was able to accurately see the essence of the problem … "

"You've led the revolutionary movement in France for so many years, how come in the end you don't understand it as well as he does?"

"No, no, no …" I am going to write, and I must remind my comrades in France... "Don't even think about it. The true Holocaust is still ahead of you. It's still behind you!"

The sound of writing came from the pavilion, but the daughter who had originally died from an illness from history had survived because of Xiao Letian's help.

Having money to buy medicine, having money to eat helped the malnourished children regain some health. At this moment, she was lying on the bed watching her father work. Although she didn't understand what he was doing, his back was as imposing as a mountain.

Jenny brought home a bottle of the cheapest whiskey on the market. The bearded man didn't even need to lift his head to take a sip from his glass. At that moment, Jenny saw the tears in her husband's eyes.

"Blanqui, ah... Wake up... Even Xiao Letian can determine that you are about to face a cruel massacre, but you have always been fantasizing about it … "

"Those overthinking rulers are trying to use the concept of the nation to steal the concept, to use the national flag to keep you from suffering and not revolting... "That's all!"

"Why can't you understand something that even Chinese people can see... "No wonder he calls you idealists. Your unfounded idealism, your optimism, will sooner or later pay the price of blood!"

"It can't be like this, it really can't be like this …"

"And Xiao Letian... Are you really dead? Didn't you say that you were transported here? "You said that you came here because of the rise of China's national destiny …"

"How can you die like this? Could it be that your National Destiny has also died out? "

Big Beard was drunk, he even started to talk about the illusory legends of National Destiny in Xiao Letian's mouth, while he drank his wine, tears flowing down his cheeks.

He lamented the irrational Comrades of France and also lamented Xiao Letian's miserable fate!

When Big Beard was dead drunk and fast asleep on the bed, Yan Ni looked at the letter he had sent Blanqui.

While the sky was still bright, Jenny threw the letter into her mailbox.

However, what she did not know was that this letter did not reach Blanqui's hands in the end. This was because, at this moment, the workers' leaders were all immersed in the illusion of a short period of peace and were filled with joy.

They even asked the French authorities to revoke the wanted posters for Blanqui, and the French authorities did as they wished.

At this time, Blanqui was already preparing to return home, while the Comrades in Paris was already prepared to welcome him.

When he was about to return to his home in Brussels, he couldn't help but look towards the east, in the direction of the Bavaria.

"It really is worrisome!" There is still no confirmation yet, if Xiao Letian is really dead … "

"My God! "I'm afraid that the war will be inevitable by then. Prussia and the Chinese will surely overthrow their country to fight for their lives …"

"At this moment, I can only stand firmly together with my nation …"

"Let's go …" Let's go back! "