Chapter 187: Late night action

The main plane of Veria·The Empire of England

Rowell, a mechanical factory worker passing by the bakery, sniffed the

tempting aroma of the bakery, and stopped subconsciously.

He thought about it and took out the few pennies in his pocket, bought a few

bread sticks, and asked for a bottle of blueberry jam.

When he got home, he looked very happy when he saw the children with bread

sticks in his hands, staring at the bread in his hands with wide-eyed eyes.

"Take it to eat!"

Lowell handed the bread to his little daughter Dinah.

"Mom! Mom! Dad bought bread!" Dana happily took the bread, and ran to the

kitchen showing off and excitement.

"And blueberry jam!" the eldest son followed, yelling.

There was a lively sound from the kitchen separated by a single bedroom.

Rowell's wife did not show up from beginning to end.

——Since Rowell participated in the time-reduction and salary increase

campaign, he and his wife have been in a cold war.

His wife disagrees with him participating in such a dangerous sport, and hopes

that he will stop this crazy behavior for the sake of his family.

But Lowell insisted on participating.

This was the beginning of the cold war.

Lowell listened to the cheers in the kitchen, and his wife taught the children

how to increase food secrets, and the creases on his face were full of oil,

unfolding heartily.

One day's work made him sit in a chair a little tired, but a trace of worry

flashed deep in his eyes.

Recently, the war between the British Empire and the Falai dynasty has

intensified, and the brothers in the team have gradually diverged.

Some brothers believe that the time-reduction and salary increase movement is

an internal problem. Now that the Falai dynasty is invading, it is necessary

to abandon its premonitions and jointly resist foreign enemies.

What's more, the British Empire has raised the basic salary. From a certain

perspective, the time reduction and salary increase campaign has achieved its

goal.

However, most brothers do not agree.

The great Archid thought has clearly pointed out how the greedy and decadent

factory owners who exuded the stench of money were exploiting the workers.

The current salary increase is meaningless.

Only when workers are in power can the status of workers be fundamentally

changed.

Facing this tearing and controversy, Rowell hesitated.

His beloved motherland, his wife's feelings, and Archid's thoughts, these

three forces are desperately tearing at him, making him wonder if he should

continue to fight? Still stop?

In Rowell's entanglement, his wife has already prepared dinner.

A large bowl full of bread and porridge was placed in the middle of the table.

——This is torn and boiled with bread sticks, mixed with a little sea salt as a

staple food.

A plate of boiled potatoes.

——They are all finely chopped potatoes, but even so, you can still see a

little black halo.

It can be seen that in order to make the moldy potatoes still edible, the wife

has worked hard to cut off the mold spots.

In the plates in front of him, his wife, and their two children, there were

two slices of bread with a little blueberry jam on it.

This is a great meal!

Compared with flour mixed with barite, gypsum and even chalk to increase the

weight; and using picric acid or urine, the noodles are coated with yellow,

posing as egg noodles.

This meal is really hearty.

The kids are very happy!

They scrambled to drink bread and porridge, sipped bread with blueberry jam,

and chatted about what they had seen during the day, with a contented smile on

their little faces.

The situation has been chaotic recently. The eldest son’s newspapers are

selling well, and he earned 13 pence today.

Because the wife works in a textile factory, the youngest daughter can only be

entrusted to the Protoss Church, where the children will be taught literacy.

Of course, most of the time I need to work for the church, but it is fortunate

to take care of the food.

At the dinner table, the wife remained silent as always, occasionally

responding to the children's topics.

The elder son talked about what he saw during the day;

The youngest daughter said that Missionary Hawthorne called sister Judith to

the pardon room to teach her, and when Sister Judith came out, there were

still tears on her face.

Lowell was full of time-reduction and pay-raising exercises, and he barely

responded to the children's twittering.

This sumptuous meal, just like this, was spent in lively and dullness.

"Haw..."

In the middle of the night, Rowell suddenly woke up from the floor, and he got

up with a grunt.

He crawled to the window with hands and feet together, with his ears facing

the window, leaning in to sound.

"Chirp... Chirp Chirp..."

The beautiful and beautiful nightingale's cry, coming from the night, seemed

so penetrating.

Lowell looked solemn as he listened.

He turned around and pulled out a night gown and put it on quickly.

When he got dressed, he suddenly found that his wife had been standing at the

door without knowing when.

"This is a first-level assembly order. Just this time, I promise, I can't

betray my brother!"

Rowell lowered his voice and solemnly promised that he had made similar

guarantees countless times.

In the night, his wife looked at him quietly, and for a long while, she

stretched out her hand and handed him something.

"This……"

"You can only work if you have a full stomach." The wife finally opened her

mouth, her voice a bit tired.

Rowell was startled, he gritted his teeth and reached out to take the bread

wrapped in newspaper, stuffed it into his arms, and rushed out of the house

without looking back.

After rushing out of the house, the crowded slums had heard the news of Xisuo

Suo.

There are many people like Rowell.

However, most of them do not know each other.

Only the person in charge of them knows their specific list-this is to ensure

that no matter who falls into the Public Security Department, it will not

cause a devastating blow to the team.

Lowell skilfully walked through the streets, and finally stopped at the back

door of a shoemaker's shop.

Before he knocked on the door, the door was already open.

"Pick up the weapon, follow the team, silence, no discussion!"

The man who opened the door whispered.

Rowell nodded and squeezed in sideways.

A lot of people have gathered in the yard, and there is a steady stream of

people coming in. When the yard is full of people, the officer personally

distributes the rifles.

When everyone was assigned a weapon, the team immediately set off, without a

word of nonsense.

Rowell followed the team nervously. He didn't know what the team was going to

do this time, and he didn't need to know.

All he knew was that Benkemin would not deceive them, and that Archid thought

was shining on them!

But as he walked, Rowell felt something was wrong.

The footsteps are too loud.

This is not the sound they can make with this number of people.

But where did this footstep come from?

Rowell looked around and found that the sound of footsteps came from a nearby

alley.

Every time I ran through the alley, I could always find a team that also ran

in another alley in a glimpse.

They are dressed the same, the same attire.

When the team stopped, Rowell was dumbfounded.

Looking forward through the stair shelter, there is a huge castle in front of

him.

——This historical imperial palace of Infel.

There should have been at least dozens of airships patrolling the sky in the

past, but today there are only three left. I don't know if it is an illusion,

the lights in the castle seem to be much less.

I don't know if it is the Falai dynasty, it has emptied the imperial power!

"Brothers, the great Mr. Archid said that only by overthrowing the old order

can a new order be established! We workers want to be the masters of the

house, and we can only defeat the corrupt and backward royal family!"

"Mr. Benkemin has sneaked into the palace. When the fireworks rise

~www.mtlnovel.com~ it will be the day of liberation of British Phil! At that

time, everyone will rush with me to kill the royal family!"

The leader officer lowered his voice, but still passionately informed the

ultimate goal of the mission.

Lowell was stunned.

The whole team was stunned.

The scene was silent.

Countless people looked at each other, no one knew what each other was

thinking at this time. The suddenness of this mission was completely beyond

their expectation.

Lowell's hands trembled.

It is both excitement and fear.

After a long while, he stretched his hand into his arms, his actions

immediately aroused the vigilance of his companions, and he was afraid that he

was a lurker, an imperial lackey!

"I have some bread."

Rowell explained in a low voice, taking out the bread his wife gave him before

leaving. Under the watchful eyes of the officer, he opened the newspaper with

trembling hands and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Suddenly, the rich blueberry sauce splashed into the mouth, sour and sweet.

——The wife actually stuffed most of the blueberry jam he bought into his

bread.

"Snapped!"

A burst of fireworks suddenly rose into the sky, blooming brilliantly in the

night, illuminating the entire city!

The dazzling light completely suppressed the shadow of the castle at the root

of the wall, but completely did the same for the Rowells.

"Brothers, rush with me!"

The officer was the first to jump out from behind the bunker. He raised his

steel gun and let out a hysterical roar, and then took the lead and charged

towards the towering castle.

At the same time, the heavy city gate slowly opened amidst the rumbling noise.

Rowell, who was full of blueberry sauce, was too late to express his wife's

concern.

He stuffed the remaining bread into his arms, picked up the steel gun, grinned

his teeth stained blue with blueberry jam and roared.

"Go!"

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