Shadow of great britain

I provide neither salary nor accommodation or food. What I offer is hunger, thirst, fighting, death and endless forced marches. Those who truly love the motherland in their hearts, not just in words, follow my footsteps and move forward with me!

——Giuseppe Garibaldi

The first signs of autumn have already appeared in Göttingen in September, and the air is filled with the fragrance of leaves and freshly harvested rice.

The sun penetrates the mist and shines in front of the old hotel, giving the entire town a warm golden glow.

In the small small room separated by the door in the corridor, there were people crowded on the chairs beside the table, on the bed and next to the wardrobe.

No one said a word, and only occasional thick smoke rising from the room could be seen.

Garibaldi was sitting by the window, and through the clear glass windows he could see the peaceful scene outside.

Compared with the high spirits he had been in Paris for a few months, Garibaldi looked a lot worse at this time. His eyes were sunken, bloodshot and tired, and the stubble at the corners of his mouth was extremely rough, in stark contrast to his usual neat image.

Garibaldi's clothes made him look quite strange. His shirt was severely damaged by the hardships of many days of escape. There were rough edges at the corners, and several holes could be seen in the pockets. The original gorgeous dark blue sailor jacket was gone, replaced by a country peasant woman's long skirt, which was covered with dust and mud spots. The lining sweater also showed some damage, and the fur collar on the edge had been damaged by long time. The wind and rain made it fluffy and dirty.

The leather gloves had been worn to the point where they had almost lost their original luster, and the calloused fingers were curled up stiffly. The sailor sword hanging at the waist was also hanging crookedly. From the scratches and dirt on the hilt, it could be seen that it had obviously been pulled out and inserted urgently many times.

The black trousers he wore were covered with mottled stains, and the fabric at the edges of the trousers was torn and stained with mud.

At this moment, a gentle knock on the door awakened the sleeping air.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the door. Alexandre Dumas, Nouri and Garibaldi looked at each other. The fat French man nodded slightly at them, then lifted up his coat to reveal his favorite gun on his belt - that gun. Thirteen years of the French Republic which he had shown off to Arthur.

Alexandre Dumas put one hand on the holster of his gun, walked to the door, pressed his shoulder against the door panel, and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"

The reply came quickly from outside the door: "Note."

In an instant, heavy breathing sounded in the room, and both Nuri and Garibaldi put their hands on their holsters.

Seeing this, Alexandre Dumas quickly lowered his palms to signal them to calm down.

Alexandre Dumas lowered his voice and asked again: "What kind of note?"

There was also a low-pitched reply from outside the door: "The kind that suppresses parades."

Click.

Alexandra opened the door and couldn't help but cursed: "Arthur, damn you, can't you be more normal when you answer questions? If I hadn't persuaded him, Adolf and Giuseppe would have already I took out my gun and shot you to death.”

Arthur, who was outside the door, held his waist with one hand and leaned against the door with one arm: "Isn't that great? Haven't you wanted to do this for a long time?"

After saying this, Arthur smiled and waved to Garibaldi and the others: "Giuseppe, you're fine. Ah, Heinrich and Mr. Nouri are here too."

Alexandre Dumas was about to go out and curse in France, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that there was a lady following Arthur. The fat French man slammed on the brakes and stopped his old friend's cordial greetings after a long absence: "Ah... Miss Ivan is here too!”

Fiona lowered her head slightly, then gently bent her knees and greeted Dumas: "How have you been lately? Mr. Dumas."

"I'm getting along just fine. I opened a theater and am working as a theater manager." Alexandre Dumas replied with a smile: "If you need a script over there, you can come to me at any time."

"Oh?" Fiona raised her eyebrows slightly and said with a playful smile, "Can you still write that kind of script?"

Alexandre Dumas laughed loudly and said: "Of course, I am good at both civil and military arts. I can write historical dramas. As for popular dramas, I am even better at it."

Heine, who didn't know the inside story, thought they were talking about some big business. The German poet, who was short of money recently, also expressed his position: "If you need it, I can also participate. Are you accepting poetry dramas?"

Fiona was embarrassed to say it clearly, so she could only politely refuse: "This kind of performance may be too novel for a small venue like ours. The plays we have there are quite old, and so are the guests. Old-fashioned, they don’t like things that are too new.”

"Really?" Heine, who was eager to make money, chased after him: "I think being old-fashioned is just relative. No matter how old-fashioned you are, you can't be as good as the priest in the church, right? The guests don't know anything except the Bible. Can’t even read it?”

Arthur took off his white gloves and walked into the room: "Heinrich, I think you should apply for a job at Scotland Yard. You can deduce the truth with just one clue. You are much better than Mr. Vidocq and me."

Heine was not modest when he heard this: "I think this may be related to my early experience. After all, when I was in my hometown of Dusseldorf, I spent all day battling wits with the Prussian secret police."

"Don't worry." Arthur pulled away the stool and sat down, raising his hand to signal Dumas to close the door: "There is no Prussian secret police in Göttingen. We have at most some student organizations here."

"Student organizations?" Heine was stunned for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed: "Did you really order the relaxation of control over student organizations at the University of Göttingen?"

"Of course." Arthur poured a glass of water to himself: "Heinrich, Alexander, you know, I am the vanguard of liberalism. Let the Carlsbad Resolution go to hell, let May Tene should continue to suffer from hemorrhoids. At the University of Göttingen, I have the final say.”

Heine couldn't help feeling a little ashamed after hearing this. Only then did he suddenly realize that he had misunderstood his friend.

Before that, he only regarded Arthur's friendship as a financial relationship, but now he discovered that the two of them were actually so close in thought.

When Heine thought of this, he suddenly grabbed the collar of his coat and groped for something in the inner pocket.

Seeing this, Arthur couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Heine said as he took out the paper: "I want to refund you the royalties for the previous article "Liberalism in Germany"."

When Arthur heard this, he just waved his hand: "That's all, Heinrich, it's natural to get paid for writing articles. Although we are good friends, you don't have to be so polite to me."

"Look! Look! That's the difference between you and Franz Liszt!"

Heine exclaimed: "Liszt has no bullshit talent, yet he accepted my praise article with peace of mind, and felt that he deserved it. And you, my dear Arthur, everything you say and do is... It reveals the nobility of liberals, but they are still unwilling to accept free flowers and applause.”

Arthur took a sip of water, tasted it carefully, and then said: "Heinrich..."

"What's wrong?"

"Do I need to pay for what I just said?"

"No, no need, this sentence has not been published in the newspapers yet. Like you, I am very fair in dealing with things."

Garibaldi, who was exhausted and had not seen a smile for a long time, was also amused by the conversation between the two of them. The Italian sailor returned to his usual cheerful smile: "It's so interesting. I didn't know that this was actually the case in the literary and art circles. "

Alexandre Dumas closed the door and walked to Garibaldi and said: "If you can accept other people treating you as a fool, Giuseppe, you can speak like you just did."

Garibaldi held the hot tea cup in his hand, stared at the yellow tea, smiled and whispered: "Actually, I know such a fool, but I don't know if he is still alive at this time. I Without him, I went to Genoa first, and according to the plan, he was supposed to march from Switzerland to Piedmont with Mazzini and the others. "

Nuli, who had been leaning against the glass window with his arms folded and looking at the scenery, heard this and suddenly turned his head and asked, "You should be talking about Joseph, right?"

Garibaldi nodded slightly, sighed and said, "Yes, it's that little fool. I wonder if he escaped from Italy."

Nuli just shook his head slightly when he heard this: "Giuseppe, Joseph is not stupid, he is much smarter than you think. I don't know whether he escaped from Italy, but I know that on the way to Piedmont , he’s already gone with oil on his feet.”

As soon as Nu Li said these words, the air that had just been lively solidified again.

Garibaldi's eyes widened and he looked at Nuli in disbelief: "Sorry, did I hear wrongly?"

Nuli took out a letter from his arms and threw it on the table: "Before arriving in Göttingen, I never told you the news because I was worried that it would affect everyone's mood, but now that everyone is safe for the time being, Then I have nothing to hide. Giuseppe, do you know why I rushed to the place in time to rescue you? It was all because Mazzini sent me a letter in Genoa. If it doesn't go well, Mazzini and the others will have even more trouble than you!

According to the original plan, two columns led by Mazzini and Ramorino would first cross the border into Italy with arms, and then those of you lying in wait in Genoa, Naples, Marchese Marche and Abruzzi would respond with uprisings. But in fact, until the date of entry, Mazzini and Lamorino were still arguing.

Ramorino believed that the column's armed preparations were not sufficient and asked to postpone the dispatch of troops, while Mazzini insisted on carrying out the original plan. Ramorino accused Mazzini of being childish, while Mazzini said that Ramorino must have been bribed by the French government, so he kept delaying the date to bankrupt the riot.

Ramorino was irritated by Mazzini. He bluntly stated that if Mazzini was not satisfied with him, he could immediately change the commander. Mazzini also intended to dismiss him outright, but our insurgent allies in Savoy threatened to refuse cooperation if they could not see Lamorino. People like Buonarroti, who had been skeptical of the plan from the beginning, immediately jumped out to attack Mazzini, and they tried their best to discredit him within the organization.

However, in the end, Mazzini and Lamorino reluctantly reached a settlement. Ramorino marched according to the original plan, and Mazzini stopped dictating Ramorino's military arrangements. But what is unexpected is that just after the two of them reached a reconciliation, the Swiss government sent people to disperse our volunteers.

Ramorino and Mazzini took great pains to find some people back. The team originally planned to have 800 people was now reduced to 400 people. But what's even more ridiculous is that the expeditionary force had 400 people when it set out, but half of them ran away before leaving Switzerland, and when it reached the Italian border, there were less than 200 people left.

Mazzini wrote to Ramorino at this time, expressing his hope that he could continue to march, but Ramorino believed that with the current number of troops, failure was absolutely inevitable. Therefore, he disbanded the troops at St. Julian in the border area. As for the few people who were unwilling to leave, Ramorino led them to form a commando and rushed into the Kingdom of Sardinia like a headless fly. After wandering in the Kingdom of Sardinia for three days, Ramorino quickly disbanded the commando that had not fired a single shot. "

After Nuri finished speaking, he felt a dull pain in his chest.

Everyone present, whether it was Garibaldi, Dumas, or Mendelssohn, who were just watching the fun, all stared with their eyes wide open, not knowing what to say.

Even Arthur couldn't help but muttered in a low voice: "How amateurish."

Arthur was originally worried that giving too much support to Mazzini and others would cause them to stir up a big wave in Italy, but he didn't expect that he really overestimated the professionalism of these people.

From the situation described by Nuri, if Arthur led the police officers of Scotland Yard to launch an uprising, they would do much better than Young Italy. At least Scotland Yard would never not fire a single shot. After all, even at the bottom of the Tower of London, they fired a volley.

At the same time, Arthur couldn't help but feel relieved for his previous correct decision.

Fortunately, he didn't give the full amount of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' aid to Young Italy, otherwise Of course, the money might have fallen into the hands of some corrupt elements of the uprising.

The money fell into the hands of Sir Arthur Hastings, and at least 500 pounds was actually distributed to Garibaldi.

Garibaldi was stunned for a long time before he remembered to be angry.

But it was not his fault. Garibaldi had thought of the possibility of the uprising failing, and even prepared to sacrifice his life for Italy. But no matter how imaginative he was, he did not expect the uprising to fail in this way.

Garibaldi grabbed his tattered felt hat and threw it to the ground: "You mean they all ran away without firing a shot? I thought what I did in Genoa was enough of a failure, but I didn't expect that there would be others to make up for me!"

Nuri held his forehead and said sadly: "Forget it, it's useless to say this now."

Garibaldi danced and said excitedly: "Adolf, I know they are all patriots like me, but they did things like this, I still have to complain a little! You know how hard I worked in Genoa! I accepted their arrangement and joined the navy of the Kingdom of Sardinia in Genoa. Every night, I would treat the navy brothers to dinner in various restaurants in Genoa and spread revolutionary ideas to them.

Every night in the London Café in Genoa, you can hear me giving passionate speeches to everyone. Not only the navy brothers, but even the homeless people in Genoa came to listen to my speeches. When I shouted "Down with the old emperor" on the stage, even the puppy raised by my navy friend Skonjo would habitually stand up and stretch out his two front legs to show his agreement with me. On the Euridici where I served, more than half of the sailors were developed into members of the Young Italy by me, and even Captain Christini, the quartermaster of the Genoa artillery unit..."

When Arthur heard this, he couldn't help but raise his hand to interrupt Garibaldi: "Wait, Giuseppe, if I heard it correctly, are you saying that you would go to the cafe every night to shout slogans like "Down with the old emperor"? "

The Prussian Heine took a sip of coffee slowly: "Forgive him, Arthur, he has never lived in Prussia. The sunshine of the Apennine Peninsula has made these Italians too naive. I strongly suggest that the leaders of the Young Italy should first have more than three years of living experience in Germany before leading the organization."

Although Dumas couldn't bear to criticize Garibaldi, he couldn't help but suggest: "Giuseppe, you even lived in London for a while. Although the police in Scotland Yard are already one of the gentlest in Europe, I think it should be enough to let them teach you a lesson."

Garibaldi didn't say it stubbornly, he was also very frustrated: "I do lack some experience, because I didn't expect Captain Christini and the others to betray me. I thought our relationship was strong enough. I treated them to all the food and drinks during that time. I also told them how good their future would be when the uprising was successful and the republican system came, but..."

Heine commented coldly: "Mr. Garibaldi, although it is inappropriate to say so. But if it were me, I would betray you too. Because the success of the uprising is unknown, and whether there will be a good future after success is also unknown. But if the uprising fails, they will definitely lose their jobs and be wanted, and the gains from reporting you to your superiors are also certain. The risks and benefits are too unequal. Moreover, just because you go to the cafe every day to shout anti-monarchy slogans, I think even if they don’t betray you, the Genoa police must have been keeping an eye on you a long time ago. "

Garibaldi sighed: "It's all my fault. If only I could have thought of this at the time. I only thought that the more people would support the uprising, the better, and I didn't think about that much. And according to our original plan, as long as I was in Genoa When I shout those slogans, the people of Genoa, who live under the oppression of the monarchy, will definitely respond positively, and the police will definitely not dare to do anything to me amidst their cheers.”

Dumas heard this and said: "Oh! This still comes down to the fact that you have never lived in London. If you have been in London, you will know that even in the face of armed people, the police still have the courage to shoot."

Fiona, who had been listening quietly, couldn't bear to see it, and couldn't help but mention: "But the London police were also shot."

Alexandre Dumas shook his head and said: "Sorry, I forgot about this. Giuseppe, go on, what happened next?"

"later?"

Garibaldi sighed: "According to the original plan, the night before the uprising, I ordered Bonfiglio to lead the people to rush into the Sao Paulo area during the uprising, and Captain Cristini was to open the door of the army's weapons depot. I told him what I could say Tell them all. For example, there are 300 insurgents, and our weapons are simple, only pistols and 40 rifles. During the uprising, the team will be divided into five teams and bravely attack the gendarmerie camp in Sarzana Square, using all our strength. , striving to capture Genoa Governor Paolucci and other military and political officials in one fell swoop.”

Fiona heard this and covered her mouth in surprise: "All 300 people died?"

"No ma'am, we're bad, but not that bad."

Garibaldi laughed at himself: "In order to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the dark, we insurrectionists all had to wear a brightly colored mark on the buttonhole of our coats. On the day of the uprising, everything was ready. However, when we started to assemble, the army and police also came out. . I arrived at the White Dove Hotel as planned, only to find that there were only a dozen people waiting for me there.

When I saw that there were only a few people present, I felt completely at a loss. I kept running to the door and looking around, thinking they had all slept. As time went by, the number of people still did not increase. I don't understand why no one else has come to gather. It was getting dark, and I finally couldn't sit still anymore, so I decided to go out with Mutlu to see what happened.

But fortunately! What a blessing! As soon as we left, a group of police officers rushed into the hotel and arrested three people. The others fled. And this raid on the hotel also meant that our uprising was over before it even started.

I later learned that the enemy deployed a large number of troops and police to heavily guard the weapons depot, military police barracks and city hall that day. This actually objectively told our people that the rumors were wrong and the situation was not good. Therefore, most people did not go to the gathering as originally planned, and they all scattered and hid. As for the three unlucky guys who were arrested, they were released by the police station the next day because there was no conclusive evidence. "

Alexandre Dumas's eyes widened, and the fat black man didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "It's true that stupid people have stupid blessings. Then what did you do after that day?"

Garibaldi said with some embarrassment: "As soon as the tense atmosphere in the city ended, everything returned to its original state. At that time, Mutlu and I, who did not know the truth, were walking around the streets of the city, which was no different. When the street lights came on, the two of us walked into a dance hall we frequented and found that there were many people dancing wildly. Moreover, many of the people in this group were guys who were supposed to start the uprising with us.

This made both of us feel puzzled, but secretly we also guessed that there must be something fishy. We played in the dance club for a while and then went back to the hotel to sleep. Mutlu fell asleep quickly, but I was not sleepy at all. Before dawn, I put on my clothes and went to the scheduled gathering place. I always felt that they might have remembered the date wrong, so I came here to see what was going on.

However, it was still the same as the first day, there was not even a soul there. What should we do? I guessed at the time that my identity had probably been exposed and I would definitely be arrested if I returned to the warship. So, I turned around and went back to the hotel, planning to inform Mutlu and run away together. Before I got to the store, I saw the store clerk running to me out of breath on the way. He told me that Mutlu had been arrested and that the hotel was surrounded by police, and told me to run away quickly.

So, I had to go find my girlfriend Natalina, who I had made in Genoa, and she ran a fruit shop in Piazza Sarzana. If everything had gone according to plan, there would have been a huge fight there. But on that day, nothing happened in Sarzana Square. I stayed in the fruit shop until evening, then went back to the hotel after dark to find my other girlfriend, Teresina. She took me to Catalina's house at night. There was a cellar in her house, which was a relatively safe hiding place.

Later, some people also came to Catalina's house to hide. We stayed there for five days. On the sixth day, Caterina made some of us change into her old clothes, stuffed our pockets with bread and cheese, and fled the city overnight dressed as peasant women. We followed the country roads all the way, intending to take a shortcut back to my hometown of Nice. As a result, I didn't go far when I met Mr. Nolly on the road. "