Blackstone Code Chapter 212: It’s dawn

Updated: On November 21, negotiations between the mayor of Sabine and representatives of the striking workers did not make any worthwhile progress, the workers demanded more than the mayor, and the capitalists involved in the negotiations represent the bottom line.

They demand more wages, fewer hours, and better benefits.

If only one of them is discussed, or each item requires relatively small concessions, then it is not a big problem, just like the workers of the drinking water company, they do not ask much, and this is the basis for an agreement.

But the workers' representatives on strike demanded too much. The most ridiculous thing was that one of the workers' representatives demanded that the weekly working hours be reduced from the original 60 hours to 50 hours, and the wages should be increased by 5%. And every noon need to have meat and fresh fruit.

Even if they kill the capitalists, they will not agree to this kind of request. Of course, the fifteen workers' representatives maintain a common camp and front to some extent, even if some workers think they can talk, but at this time For the so-called situation, they also refused to negotiate.

Persistent disagreements turned the negotiations into a farce, with workers' representatives and capitalist representatives ending the negotiation amid accusations and abuse.

This makes the workers think the mayor is insincere, they feel that the mayor is on the side of the capitalists, plus the provocation of a small group and the escalation of the Bupen shooting, the unrest in Sabine and the entire state Upgrade again.

People have started to blatantly beat, smash, loot and burn, and they will even shout slogans like "Who will shoot me" in the process of breaking the law to vent their dissatisfaction with the current situation.

There are also some people who actually know in their hearts that this is a wrong approach, but they won't say that speaking is not the smartest choice at this time.

On November 23rd, seeing that everything was going to really get out of control, the governor gave a public speech, calling on all citizens to return to their rooms from the street as soon as possible, and close doors and windows, protect own personal safety and property safety.

At the same time, it also urged those who smashed, smashed, looted and burned to surrender themselves, and ordered the demonstrations that had been out of control to end immediately.

These seemingly dictator-like words have no effect. People's free will is extremely precious. Although they are hungry, although they feel that every step is a torment for their bodies, they can They still held the flag high and shouted slogans feebly.

At 7:30 p.m. on November 24th, the Governor personally signed this year's Governor's Order No. 1, and informed the Department of Defense and other relevant agencies that the state will be on November 25th at 5 a.m. Beginning at half past o'clock, entering a state of military control.

The governor's order is an executive order that can only be issued during a special period. To put it simply, when the situation is too serious to wait for the approval of the president's cabinet and Congress, the governor can temporarily obtain the highest authority for military and political control in a state.

Of course, after the situation is over, the governor will also be subject to a joint investigation by the National Security Council, the Federal Home Affairs Committee and other federal security agencies, as well as the completion of hearings held by Congress.

If they think there is nothing wrong with the choice of the governor at the time, this is the end of the matter, and if they think there are some problems with the governor's behavior and handling, they may file a case accordingly.

This time, the governor asked that outside the stipulated time, no one is allowed to appear on the street, not to approach or assault the soldiers on duty, and not to have any free behavior of beating, smashing, looting, and burning, otherwise they will face the worst possible consequences. Treat harshly.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the news quickly spread to every family in the state through the TV station, and people were full of anger in addition to panic.

This is an insult and trampling on human rights and freedom!

This is a contamination of the precious spirit of federal liberty!

The same evening, the mayor announced that on November 27, a second labor-management negotiation would be launched, still presided over by the mayor.

On that night, the workers' union held an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures.

In fact, this wave of workers' strikes can swept across the entire federation so quickly. It has to be said that workers' unions play a very important role in this.

It's a very simple truth. The workers in a certain city never knew that a city that was thousands of kilometers away from them was going to hold a strike and march, and they couldn't pay attention to places that far away, but the workers' union could.

Driven by the demands of interests, the workers' union began to spread the news and connect with the workers' organizations all over the world, making this small-scale strike, which may have been a trivial one, happen dozens of times every year, suddenly turned into a small-scale strike. Massive strikes spread across the country.

Now that the problem is so big, and some demands have not been resolved, they are not sure if they want to continue.

After an overnight meeting, they were asked to take a look at the official attitude to determine how to proceed with the current situation.

As for how to find out, let people try it out!

On the morning of November 25th, it was already late autumn and early winter, and the city of Sabine was still shrouded in darkness at 5:30. The sun rose more slowly in winter time than in summer time, it may still be He was reluctant to get up after enjoying the warmth of the quilt for a long time.

At this point, soldiers from the military, fully armed, entered the city along the main route.

At this moment, a group of workers with different expressions stood in front of the soldiers. They were arm in arm, connecting themselves with others. They held their heads high and sang "Freedom". The famous song "Long Live the Commonwealth" stares directly at the soldiers without fear, preventing them from moving on.

The car walking in the front of the army slowly stopped, and a 30-year-old soldier with blond hair and blue-gray pupils stepped out of the car. Judging from his epaulettes, he was a soldier Army major.

The meticulous personal appearance, coupled with the military uniform, gives him a very heavy temperament.

He held the car door and looked at the ordinary people blocking their way, because he was standing behind the headlights, people only saw two very bright headlights, and a somewhat blurred shadow, Can't see his face clearly.

The major walked to the car, he looked at the people, then raised his wrist to look at the watch on his wrist, "Five minutes to five-thirty, as required by the governor's order, before five-thirty, all Everyone must go home and be under martial law.”

He put down his wrist and looked at the people in front of him indifferently, "You only have four minutes left. If you are still in my sight after four minutes, you don't have to go back."

Some of the striking workers who are blocking the way of the soldiers have already begun to have weak legs. In fact, they can agree to the demands of the trade union (the workers' representatives are in the first place, not directly contacting the trade union). The people who come to test at this time are themselves They are all brave people.

But in the face of these indifferent soldiers, their courage to beat, smash, and burn seems to be quickly disappearing.

The loss of courage also made the songs they sang a little less majestic, and more twilight and cowardly. This should not be the singing style of "Long Live the Free Federation".

Facing these people, the major stood calmly in front of the car, with his hands behind his back, and his blue-gray eyes stared at these people indifferently.

Later, he said, "There are still three minutes..."

The voices of the people singing have weakened a little bit, and if it weren't for each other's arm in arm, I'm afraid some people can't help but leave here.

Although the soldiers and the police have guns, their natures are completely different, and the soldiers are even more intimidating.

"Two minutes..."

"One minute!"

When talking about one minute, the major raised his wrist again, staring at the dial on his wrist, "You have forty-seven seconds, now it's forty-three seconds, forty-two seconds..."

He was counting down, one person's not loud voice suppressed everyone's voice, and the disappearance of the singing made the atmosphere dignified.

Some people broke free from other people's arms and turned their heads to run in the direction of the city where they lived, but others thought it was just military intimidation to them, they were just standing here, the military was not qualified to attack them.

Looking at fewer and fewer people, a sneer appeared on the corner of the major's mouth, "Ten..."

"Nine..."

"Forget it, it looks like you won't leave either, so I won't count down..." He withdrew his wrist and turned to look at another soldier standing behind him, "Isn't the joke I told funny? "

In the early morning of this late autumn, some beads of sweat came out of the soldier's forehead. He was a little nervous "haha" and laughed a few times, "Very funny, Major."

The major looked at him, and when he saw his hair, he said, "It's too exaggerated. When we go back, double the basic training." The soldiers behind him issued an order, "Capture these rioters and kill them if necessary."

In an instant, all the soldiers rushed out like wild... wolves. They used the most professional military skills on ordinary people who had the least resistance.

Sitting in the car and watching those ordinary people who were beaten to the ground with **** heads, were severely pressed to the ground and had at least two guns pointed at their heads, the major was satisfied to put on the lambskin again. Gloves.

He knows that what he is doing now will be reported to his main commander at the military base, or even to the Ministry of Defense, but he doesn't care.

He is well aware that ~IndoMTL.com~ this country is about to lose its innocuous pretense under pressure, and for the next ten years, at least ten years, will be a haven for hawks, radicals, and all military personnel their favorite era.

The tougher and more aggressive he is now, the more opportunities he will have in the future.

With the rank of major, he is qualified enough to know some high-level movements. He hopes that his performance will be seen by the high-level officials. He wants to take the army to overseas missions and let the world see the strength of the federal soldiers. !

Let them understand that the isolation of the Commonwealth is not a result of fear, but a desire to harm others!

In less than a minute, this group of striking workers, who made the police powerless, were beaten with bruises and bruised their faces, and bound their wrists with a string of forearm-thick ropes, tied in a string, and connected to the back of an armored vehicle.

If they don't want to be dragged along, it's best to trot forward. At this time, these people who are in pain all over have no complaints, no curses, and can only follow silently.

At half past five, the eastern sky begins to turn pale.