MTL - Twenty Seven Years-Chapter 474 the truth

  Chapter 474 The Truth

   Early morning of November 16

   After defeating the defense line of the Equality Army, the government troops heading north finally arrived at Lezein.

  The mighty army entered the city in multiple directions, and at the same time, strict checkpoints were set up on all the surrounding arteries to restrict all travel of people within the control area.

   Within two days, Deser was taught by the people to be a man. The old dignitaries jumped out again, and lined the road to welcome this victorious division that defeated the Equality Army head-on.

  As for the people, most of them closed their homes tightly, or stood on the street and looked at each other coldly.

   After comparison, the government's glib tongue can no longer play a role. The populace knows who is treating them well and who is genuinely trying to keep them alive in this brave new world.

  They do not welcome this power that has ruled them for countless years, but has not improved their lives a little.

  Of course, the government forces and the Bresci interim government behind them don't care what the people think, and they have no ability to change the people's minds.

  The cost of getting the people to support them is too great.

  The dignitaries cannot accept it.

  If it is acceptable, the International Equality League will not have to spend so much effort.

  In the eyes of these people, if they want to reunify Blesi and regain the previous stability and prosperity, what they have to do is not to give up benefits to the people, but to wipe out the International Equality League and wipe it out.

  The one who made the most noise was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, and the other people who were excited would naturally be honest.

   "Attention all! Implement a blockade on a block-by-block basis and conduct a blanket search!"

   "All battalions be vigilant! According to reliable information! The International Equality League has left an operation team hiding in the city! They must be found out as soon as possible!"

   "The government issues a reward order! Anyone who can provide reliable clues to the action team will be rewarded by the government with no less than 10,000 gold grams!"

  The first thing the government forces do when they enter is to block and search.

  However, what was destined to surprise them was that the general liaison office of Laizein's wartime action team was secretly set up opposite the "Equality Building" that was about to be converted back to the "Government Building".

   This is Keating's old friend, a hotel under the name of a duke.

   Keating's relationship with the Duke has become unknown with the fall of the old dynasty and his arrest and imprisonment. The two were in contact again, and when the International Equality League occupied Laizein a few months ago, Keating secretly visited and pointed out the way for the Duke to live, asking him to be a role model for supporting the International Equality League.

   This move allowed the Duke to live a good life during the first half a year when the International Equality League controlled Laizein, and it also affected many dignitaries to respond to the call of the International Equality League, achieving a win-win situation.

   Until a few days ago, the news that the International Equality League was about to retreat spread wildly in their circles, and Veraker was approved to prepare for the Laizein wartime action team. Keating then secretly visited his old friend for the second time.

  With the Duke's background, his status will inevitably be restored after the government troops return. If he can provide shelter for Verak and others in the next few days, it will be the greatest security guarantee for the operation team.

A little carelessness in this matter would lead to a catastrophe for him, but the Duke readily agreed to Keating's face, or he was still optimistic about the prospects of the International Equality League and wanted to make a good impression. After regaining the ownership of the hotel under his name, he provided the action team with a favorable environment for Verak and others to live in.

"As I expected, there are many spies in the International Equality League. The government army has long known about the action team. We have no way to catch them by surprise." On the top floor of the hotel, in the luxurious suite for distinguished guests, Murphy Standing at the window, looking down at the chaos of the street below.

   "That's why I suggested that we should use a different name when we were preparing for the formation of the action team, so as to delay it for a while." Shirley said while sitting on the sofa.

Verak read the first draft of "Theory of Communism" and did not pay attention to the outside situation: "Since there are government undercover agents in the International Equality League, who can guarantee that there are no undercover agents in the action team we have prepared? In other names, in fact It is not meaningful."

   It is precisely because of this concern that even in the action team, only a very small number of people know the location of the general liaison office. The captain of the action team, Verak, two team leaders, and four deputy team leaders all lived here, and they were properly arranged through telegrams and scattered around, preventing the comrades who were searched by the government army from contacting.

   "They entered the Equality Building, and our flag was lowered." Connie, who was standing at the window with Murphy, reported the situation outside.

  In fact, on the first day when the International Equality Alliance was withdrawn, some people wanted to lower the flag of the International Equality Alliance, but the united people did not allow this to happen until now.

   Verac did not express any opinion on this.

  He thought in his heart that instead of being lowered and trampled by government troops, the flag of equality would be better taken away when Keating and the others left.

  But keeping it does still have some effect.

   During the time when the International Equality League left and the government troops hadn't arrived, that flag gave strength to many people, preventing Laizein from easily falling into chaos.

   "It is estimated that from tonight, Laizein will impose a curfew again." Ni Zan, the former deputy captain of the security team and now the deputy leader of the combat team of the action team, said disdainfully, "These people will not do anything except curfew."

   "The situation is probably even worse. Block closures, curfews, and carpet searches should go hand in hand in three ways." Cyril analyzed from the perspective of the government army, "It is really wise for us all to communicate by telegram."

   "We can't keep in touch with telegrams. We have to do something, otherwise what's the value of staying in Laizein." Veteran Spencer drew a map and began to conceive of possible follow-up street battles.

"Going out when the government troops have just entered is purely looking for death. All we can do now is wait, and then the intelligence team will act first and provide us with comprehensive and accurate information to formulate a plan and a series of actions to defend the martyrs' cemetery. "Verak looked at Winston's book with a sinking heart, and didn't become an ant on the hot pot just because the government army finally came and lowered the equality flag.

While the general liaison office of the action team silently observed the situation and waited for the opportunity, the government army began to take over Laizein in an all-round way, calling many dignitaries who had stayed in Laizein for a long time to come to the government building to discuss various complicated matters. matters.

  The newspaper offices affiliated to the provisional government also mobilized collectively, and a large number of reporters wandered the streets.

   "Crack!"

   Chaotic hospitals, abandoned schools, closed factories, and civilians living on the streets were photographed by reporters.

   Soon, these photos will be printed in large numbers of newspapers with headlines such as "Lezein under the International Equality League", "The Suffering of the People", "Truth Covered by Lies", and spread to the world.

   "Crack!"

Government troops distributed food to the people, government officials made assurances to the people in the square, factories resumed operation under the supervision of government troops, a large number of criminals were arrested, abandoned schools were being cleaned, and military medical support was paralyzed The hospital and other photos were born under deliberate posing.

Soon, these photos will be printed in as many numbers as the former ones with titles such as 'Where is the hope', 'Laiser is waiting to be rebuilt', 'They are truly trustworthy', 'The people ushered in a savior', etc. Newspapers, spread out together.

  The propaganda power of the International Equality Alliance is limited to the controlled area, and newspapers and books in other places are all listed as contraband.

  The Bresci interim government still has a place in the international community.

  Especially after the International Equality Alliance has almost become the public enemy of the world, all countries are willing to support the Bresci interim government, convincing the citizens that the International Equality Alliance is a monster, and blocking the space for the International Equality Alliance to sprout and rise in the country.

   This is the power of sound.

   Whoever has the loudest voice will be heard by more people and believed by more people who cannot tell the truth from the false.

  Piave, director of the Propaganda Department of the International League for Equality, expected this, but she had no effective way to prevent change.

  Now they are fighting against the whole world.

   "You guys are lying!"

   "Where is there to take things back! What is the purpose of taking these photos?!"

   "Are you really going to watch so many patients go untreated?!"

After the photo was taken, the distributed food was taken back intact, the poor who had been pushed into the operating room were pushed out, and the government officials who spoke in the square were thrown to the ground by stones and rotten leaves. And escaped, the so-called criminals, that is, those people who refused to cooperate and dared to question were really arrested and sent to prison.

   "You bastards! You don't care about our lives!"

   "The International Equality League will be back sooner or later! They will lead us to create a brave new world!"

  The angry people ushered in the sound of warning shots and the smashing of gunbutts again and again.

  The reporters who had already got what they wanted ignored the scene and rushed towards the newspaper office under the **** of soldiers.

  The broken-headed, grief-stricken and helpless people looked at this group of colluding scumbags and let out a mournful roar.

   "Come on! Take a picture of us! Take a picture of this real Lazerin! Go and show the deceived!"

   "Won't your conscience ache?!"

   "Don't go! Aren't you going to shoot us! You scumbags!"

  Witnessing this shocking incident, a reporter who was walking away under the **** of soldiers gradually slowed down.

  His heart was tormented by a series of questions.

  The reporter’s ideal oath to pursue the truth of the incident, like the dignity of the people, is being trampled on the ground and crushed repeatedly.

   These are true and those are false, right and wrong, good and evil, equality and injustice, the International League for Equality and the Provisional Government of Brecy.

  Countless things popped up in his mind over and over again.

  He's genuinely against what he's doing, but he doesn't have a choice.

  Under the surveillance of soldiers, he couldn't take real photos.

  Even if it is possible to take pictures, such photos will not be allowed to exist in the newspaper review, printing, and dissemination links.

  And once his behavior is discovered, he will be immediately regarded as a spy of the International Equality League and will be liquidated.

  One's own life, one's own family, are more important than humanity and dignity...

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  Is it more important than humanity and dignity?

  The reporter thought of the days when he first took up this job.

  After several months of undercover investigation, he exposed the lies of the factory owner and helped more than a dozen workers who were framed for stealing raw materials from the factory to get their innocence and the compensation they deserved.

  Although he was retaliated later and was forced to resign from the first newspaper.

   But it made him proud to this day.

  Finding the truth, sticking to the justice in his heart, and helping those in need, this is his purpose as a reporter.

  If it goes against your original intention, what's the point of doing this job yourself?

  What is the difference between alive and walking dead?

  The previous belief permeated the body again, the reporter's hand touched the camera, he changed the film set calmly, while secretly observing the soldiers left and right, while looking for opportunities.

  In just four or five seconds, his forehead was soaked with sweat, his legs were weak, and he staggered, almost tripping himself.

   "Be careful." The soldier beside him stretched out his hand to support the reporter, and said with a mocking tone, "Don't be so afraid, those untouchables dare not do anything. Besides, we are here."

   "...Thank you." The reporter steadied himself, not daring to look directly at the soldier.

   "The car is in front of you. Just get in the car and report directly to the agency. The newspaper office is also our key protection place, so don't worry about any danger." The soldier continued.

  The reporter looked forward, and the car was less than seventy or eighty meters away from him, and he could get there in the blink of an eye.

  Cannot get on the bus.

   Cannot be returned to the company.

   Now is the best opportunity to record the truth.

  The problem is that the soldiers followed him closely. Now that he raises his camera to shoot the chaos, he will definitely attract attention and be suspected.

  Racking their brains and finding no solution, the reporter had to slow down as much as possible and delay the time to get on the bus.

   "Please hurry up, do you want us to carry you over there?" The soldier urged, causing low laughter from his companions.

   "No, no, thank you..." The reporter had to speed up a little.

How to do?

How to do? !

   To shoot or not to shoot? !

  The truth is right in front of you, just press the shutter and save the film, and the lie will be exposed sooner or later!

  Fifty meters.

   Thirty meters.

   Ten meters.

  The distance from the car is getting closer and closer, and the reporter's desire to record the truth is getting stronger and stronger.

   Just when he made up his mind to take photos desperately, and then tried to explain to the soldiers, two citizens suddenly appeared from the side of the car and rushed towards him.

   "You are not worthy to be a reporter!"

   "Hand over the camera!"

   "Stop it all! Go away!"

   "Stop!"

   "If you don't leave us, you will shoot!"

  The soldiers formed a human wall, protecting the reporters behind them.

   "You scum and scum! You actually pointed your guns at civilians for the sake of those powerful people!"

   "You are just lackeys of the powerful! A group of tools that can be discarded at any time!"

   "Stop talking nonsense! Get the **** out of here! This is the last warning!"

   "Want to die and live?! Get out!"

   "Huh...huh..." The reporter was panting, sweating profusely, holding the camera in this perfect opportunity, with trembling hands hanging above the shutter.

"boom!"

   A soldier's gun goes off after an argument turns into a shoving.

  The bullet penetrated the chest of the civilian in front of him.

  The civilian instantly collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over.

   "You killed! You killed!"

   "All, get out! If you dare to step forward, you... you, you will end up in this way!"

   "I fight with you!"

"boom!"

   Seeing the two civilians die in front of him, the pale reporter finally pressed the shutter.

   "Crack!"

"boom!"

   "Crack!"

"boom!!"

   "Crack!!"

  (end of this chapter)