After the global recovery I crossed

The short workers lay in pairs on the cold operating table, with dreamy expressions on their faces.

They changed their postures with a pair of slender and graceful hands, sometimes they needed to open their chests, and sometimes they needed to tear off their faces.

More often, they need to open their minds and let their minds be caressed by the blade of the scalpel without reservation.

In the brilliance of the setting sun, they gradually remembered many things that they had forgotten.

Those hard days that I can't bear to think about.

Orleans is a hardworking and kind man.Once he was the disgusting ants swarming the slums - that's what the nobles called them.When the industry was not fully developed, he participated in coal mining when he was young, and turned himself into a shiny black appearance.He wasn't black but was called a little nigger and a black ant.At that time, the greatest pleasure for him and his companions was singing.

They sang the song of ten little niggers. "...Three little black men broke into the garden, one was trampled to death by leather shoes and two remained; two little black men were begging in the street, one was run over by a car and one remained; one little black was bored, I'm dying of heat from the sun." While the operation was still going on, he hummed the song clearly, and while singing, he saw the green eyes of the blond nobleman who was willing to help them.

Somewhat impolitely, he thought of his first love, who was a street prostitute, who was said to have been a mistress for aristocrats when he was famous.Her appearance is naturally not that beautiful, in fact, she always uses thick powder to cover up her sallow and sickly face.Orleans would always see her when he was carrying coal lumps through the street. Most of the time she stood there all day without business, and those customers who were still willing to patronize her viciously said that she had lost her appetite.With no money for medical treatment, her condition became more and more serious until the yellow pus was picked up by the stockings on her legs.

Her time is running out.After thinking for a while, the young Orleans boldly stole the newly dug green gem from the mine.He handed the jewel to the lady, who pulled him behind a wall and lifted her skirt.Orleans isn't trying to do what the lady thinks he wants to do, he's just showing love, and when he refuses, the lady throws the gem back at him.

The next day, Orleans dragged his swollen body with purple and red welts to find her, and then saw her dead body in the slum where they defecated.There wasn't even a bamboo mat to wrap her body in. Her clothes were lying there with her legs spread open.Orleans thought he might insult her like the bums who had just left, but he was no beast, and in fact he vomited on her pus.

Orleans sometimes felt that he was responsible for her suicide, and she must have seen disgust and disgust in his eyes.Being rejected by a black ant, even a prostitute would despair.That was clearly not her fault.

More than ten years ago, there were [-] prostitutes in Bali, excluding the high-ranking mistresses who accompanied the nobles, and excluding courtesans in the upper class.

In the year when the Industrial Revolution began, there were 5 illegitimate children.And like Orleans, there are countless.

The slum has really become an overcrowded ant nest, and Orleans will hear the girls in the slum asking each other: "Are you still perfect, you are 12 years old."

Such a terrible day finally had some dawn, and the new industrial zone was established by the nobles.

From then on, they felt that they were not slaves and paupers, and they liked being called workers.They also put on clean and tidy clothes, they can touch a piece of wonderful handicrafts, and they are willing to exchange their labor for rewards.

But life is still painful.They have to work nearly [-] hours a day, and their daily pay is two pieces of bread and a little bit of money that they can go to Liu Ying to vent their pain after saving for a month.The waste and pollution of the industry caused a rampant disease, and people died every day at their workplaces in the airtight factory compartments, and their bodies were thrown in the same places as before.They think they've become respectable, but their bodies are still stuck with the filth.

The biggest change was the arrival of the God of Industry. When the red-haired pope came to preach the doctrine in person, all the workers burst into tears.They risked everything, and they rebelled under the guidance of the gods.It turned out that they couldn't even get bread, and they were starving to death.They were fooled by both the church and the upstart.The pope was on high and never came to the industrial area again.

The upper city and the lower city are separated by a wall, but they are two completely different worlds.If you love him, take him to Bali, there is heaven; if you hate him, take him to Bali, there is hell.

At this moment, Orleans' eyes were cut open, and a blurred golden light dangled in front of his eyes, and gradually, he saw the slender fingers clearly.

Ah, beautiful emeralds.He sighed slightly, as if he saw the shivering and falling light of the coin when he went to ask for change.

How could he forget that after splitting himself in half, all he could think of was his passion for work.

"Okay." The light and beautiful voice brought him back to his senses.

He was lying, looking at the sky, and he also saw his first love, with his cheap skirt open, begging him for the gems he missed in the dark light, like a sheep driven by a butcher's knife, sharp And a long howl broke through his forehead.

He raised his thin and hateful hands, grabbed his thigh, and howled.

His cloudy eyes are full of the heaviness of the shattered life, and like the sunset that has long since disappeared, the blackness melts into the deep wrinkles of his suffering.

He straightened his body on the operating table, exactly like those thousands of compatriots, staring forward for a long time.

They showed heroic determination.

They said, "We're not going to grab something, we're not going to usurp anything."

"We're just getting back what we deserve, we're just asking for a little justice."

"We—"

Their throats trembled, and they roared hoarsely: "Resist!"

Their cries resounded in the night.

They jumped off the operating table with fire in their eyes.

When they turned to the kind man who operated on them, they suddenly burst into tears.

They almost thought they had seen the God who saved the world in the legend of the Heavenly Father Cult.

Brilliance, greatness... He is the one who came to redeem suffering...

But when they knelt down, the god said:

"Get up, don't extinguish your ignited fighting spirit at your knees."

"I've got you all, the pain, the despair, the darkness, I know it all."

"After giving yourself to me, next, you have to do it for yourself."

"Never count on God's whim for salvation, you have to save yourself."

"—Do you long for bread, do you long for money, do you long for power!"

He raised his hand slightly, and the workers involuntarily stood up, stood up, and stood up straight.They uttered silent desires, and their eyes shone brightly in the dark night.

"Stand up and go to your powerful weapons." Lin Xingtao pointed to the mechas that were always ready.

Amidst the loud friction sound, the workers remained silent and took steps.

Walk to the front of the mech, open the hatch, sit in, and close the hatch.

The dark night, the dazzling red light, and pairs of hungry eyes.

"Finally tell me, what are you going to do!" Lin Xingtao shouted from the front.

The workers shouted in unison: "Resist!!!"

If you tell a worker that if you cut off your own flesh, the nobles will give you money, what do you think the worker should do?

Is it to cut the meat to make a compromise or——

The little Louis had already answered, and he picked up the knife.

Fight.

resist.To cut the flesh of the exploiters.

To tear a bloody hole in this unfair dark age.

Lin Xingtao waved his hand.

He stood in place, but his blond hair was blown by the sudden air current, forming a golden barrier in front of his eyes.

Ribbons of red light flowed and flew between the gaps in the screen.

Clang clang—a cold machine.Whoo-ho-heavy gasps.

Workers step on the mechs and climb from the humblest slums to the most noble palaces.It's not to please the gods, it's not a random attempt, but to fight back after being cornered, it's a great and glorious way to kick off the war!

"Hahaha!" Lin Xingtao laughed loudly, and all the jewelry on his body danced with the laughter.

After laughing, he looked excitedly at the flying or running mechas, and attracted Shantak birds who were obediently watching from the sidelines.

"Does Naia like war?" he asked delicately.

The laughter of the Faceless God seemed to be heard in the starry sky.It is said that the nuclear weapons on the earth were also created by humans at the instigation of Naia.Naia may not like war, but he sure likes humans desperate in war.

— Desperately, it won't be the workers this time.

The Shantak bird snickered, spread its wings, and flew high into the sky.

This time, Lin Xingtao grabbed Shantak by the neck and straddled the bird by himself.

He marches at the head of an army in the air, and below him an army of iron rumbles unstoppable.

The torrent of steel and revolution never stops for a moment.

"The war has begun!" He made a divine announcement to the silent Upper Town.

-

Uptown at night has the silence and elegance of a lady's gauze dress.

But under the quiet surface, there is a raging climax.

In the bedroom of the royal palace, the old king was wearing a gorgeous nightgown, but the palm protruding from the nightgown was covered with lavender-red corpse spots that spread at an alarming speed.

The serving palace servants covered their noses and did not dare to approach them at all, for fear that the terrible disease would contaminate their bodies.

So the king's eating, drinking, and lazing were all taken care of by others, and yellow and black filth filled the bed, and the stench and black smoke from a distance blocked his nose.

Had a worker stood here, he would have found that the poor old king was no different from a pariah corpse dumped in a stinking gutter.

The old king breathed heavily, like a factory blower.

Whoosh—he was about to drown in the rising vomit.

He heard the palace people say: "Has the Queen gone to the Pope again? That His Majesty is really young and handsome."

"Our old king, the entire empire is waiting for him to die—we are the same, he stinks, male prostitutes with that kind of disease smell better than him."

The vicious words constantly stimulated the king's nerves. The king trembled and wanted to reprimand these daring people, but he was powerless.

And when the palace people were expecting the king to be pissed off, news came from the guards at the palace gate.

"The Queen is back! And the Pope!"

The palace people cheered, and the old king struggled excitedly.

"The prince is back, too, with the princess from Lorraine!"

The palace people looked at each other in blank dismay.The old king opened his mouth, wanting to call for his son to save him, but as long as he opened his mouth, the filth would flow in violently.

Fortunately, he didn't have the strength to open his mouth.

At the gate of the palace, Queen Claudia took the lead and ran in with her skirt.Behind her was the calmly thinking Pope Alan, and the indifferent knight Reynolds.

Behind them was the calm prince Lionel and the noble lady Audrey who was led by him.

Behind them are the workers and Lin Xingtao who are chasing.

The prince and queen, the queen and the pope, Lei Nuo and Lin Xingtao are all rushing to the same place.

The war outside the palace is about to begin, and the war inside the palace will also begin.

The author has something to say: Alas, I have been thinking about making a big scene all day——Masters, I like wars!

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