flstandardbreds Chapter 148 The People of Halvin in Action
Chapter 148 The People of Halvin in Action
Throwing Molotov cocktails at aristocratic mansions was unheard of for thousands of years, but now, right here in Halvin, naked people, the poor, people with pitchforks and rifles, are setting their eyes on the magnificent mansions of the nobles. These houses, built with precious wood and fine stone, and decorated with dazzling gold and jewels, have the blood and sweat of the toiling masses buried in their foundations.
Now, outside the high walls and mansions of the nobility, people stand with guns in hand. People are everywhere, waving tricolor flags and red flags. Under Guevara's careful cultivation, the people will raise the national flag and shout the people's songs.
"Get out here! You filthy nobles!"
"Give me my daughter back!"
"Give me back my land!"
"Avenge our brothers and sisters!"
"Long live Ameliancy! Long live Halvin!"
Duke Halvin pulled back a corner of the blinds and looked outside with trepidation. There were people everywhere, the people he had once trampled underfoot, the people he had once whipped at will, the people he had once not treated as human beings.
Overwhelming rage swept over him, and before he could react, the entire noble city was surrounded by the people of Halvin, completely impassable. The Halvin People's Guerrilla Force and the Halvin People's Resistance Organization, two almost identical organizations, mobilized the Halvin militia to surround their high-walled compound.
The nobles' mercenaries climbed the courtyard wall and raised their rifles in an attempt to disperse them, but the mercenaries found that there were even more rifles outside. The citizens of Halvin brought out carriages as cover, and rifle after rifle was pointed at them.
"Commander Guevara, we have captured quite a few noble spies, and they have been tied up."
"Okay, Mr. Freelancer, it's your turn next."
Guevara handed over a pistol, an M1911A1, which is still a prohibited item on the market. However, Guevara's shadow was behind him. The freelancer took the pistol and, at Guevara's signal, cocked it. The leather magazine pouch on his waist was full of .45 pistol magazines.
"The night is so hot~"
When Guevara was the only one left in the room, a voice echoed softly.
"Miss Alice."
"Being president is really tough, isn't it? You have to cater to one group while dealing with another."
Alice, with her hair in a single ponytail, emerged from the shadows, holding a bubbly iced cola in her hand. A small black bowler hat covered half of her face, and the shadows under the dim magic lamp obscured the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.
The maid stood half a step behind her, and Guevara could clearly see a slightly raised tactical vest behind the maid's white apron, and a modified FA1911A1 automatic pistol with a folding stock and a foregrip that could hold a magazine on her waist.
Alice, dressed in a suit and overcoat, her leather boots treading on the wooden floor of the room, bore her shadow in everything about Halvin. This president, who was sipping an iced cola, was shrouded in too many mysteries.
But the more you talk to her, the more you understand her, and the more you understand her stance—the stance of the working class.
This is also why the Harvin People's Resistance Organization was established—the army and the police wouldn't do anything to them, because it was something Alice had tacitly approved of.
"The people of Halvin have awakened."
Guevara drew back the curtains. Torches and flags fluttered in and around the noble city, and gunshots rang out from time to time. Alice quietly walked to the window and looked out.
"But they haven't fully awakened, Commander Guevara. What happens after the destruction? How will they create a new world? If things are the same as before, then this battle is meaningless."
Guevara paused, realizing that what if the people took up arms and overthrew the old order? Life had to go on. Some wanted to fight again, but most just wanted a better life.
If the fighters are not good at building, then the speculators will steal the future.
"Your home is in Savoy, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Guevara's figure is overlapping with someone Alice knows well, but Alice no longer wants to engage in such speculative battles, fighting here and there.
Fighting and building are two qualities that revolutionaries must possess.
"Treat Harvin as your home, Commander Guevara. For now, the people of Guevara still need your guidance."
Halvin needs a completely new organizational form, which is also the future form of administration. Since the existing local system is inadequate, we should boldly introduce a new model.
Alice took a small book out of her bosom and placed it on the table, which Guevara took.
"Mao... what is this?"
“Commander Guevara, this is experience from the struggle, from a distant foreign land.”
Alice patted his shoulder. Guevara looked at Alice, who had a letter under the red book. Alice nodded and left Halvin with her maid.
"Miss?"
"Ok?"
"What are you doing...?"
"We're laying the first foundation for a new world, Rafis. Do you remember what your family did?"
"My family: my father was a wandering knight-errant, and my mother was a farmer."
"Our job today is to ensure that people like your parents will lead the country in the future."
Alice said lightly, gazing thoughtfully at the distant torches.
The Halvin incident quickly attracted attention throughout the country. The people of Halvin besieged the noble mansions. In the middle of the night, an unknown man killed all the nobles and mercenaries in a mansion, opened the mansion gates, and the people of Halvin stormed into the noble city. They dragged the surviving nobles out of their strong walls and courtyards. A man named Guevara presided over the trial, and most of the nobles were hanged.
Alice immediately issued a statement saying she would "handle the matter properly." Unexpectedly, the army did not enter Halvin, nor did the police. The newspapers quickly reported the results: according to the spirit of the constitution and the law, the nobles of Halvin were indeed guilty. The world looked at the newspapers in surprise. Although these nobles were from the previous dynasty, some insiders knew that they had made deals with Alice's government.
And now, Alice has just moved on like this?
According to the Times, an investigation by the Halvin Special Investigation Team revealed that the Halvin region was controlled by the old aristocracy and that government administrative agencies had not been stationed there. The authorities will send a special working group to engage in dialogue with the local people of Halvin and properly handle the matter.
Halvin's affair was an accident, a dramatic accident, but also an unsurprising one. Alice looked at the newspaper and smiled.
"Your Excellency President! Preparations for the military parade are almost complete. Your uniform is here."
"Hmm~ Are we coming right now?"