"Stop him!"

Facing the counterattack of Jérôme Bonaparte, the unarmed workers were at a loss for a while, and the leader of the Chartists who organized the "petition" was even more helpless and yelled.

Jerome Bonaparte quickly charged in front of a worker, turned his staff into a sword and stabbed the worker directly in front of him in the abdomen.

The worker who was hit by the cane in the black thorn groaned in pain. His fists that should have been clenched had to be loosened and he curled up covering his stomach, obviously losing his fighting power.

Georges John, following Jerome Bonaparte, also knocked down a worker.

Jerome couldn't help but look at the young man in front of him with admiration.

Although they are facing workers who are starved of food, it is not an easy task to defeat them easily.

"Young man, not bad!" Jerome Bonaparte encouraged George John in the tone of someone who had been there while avoiding the raid.

"Thank you!" George John smirked distractedly.

Taking advantage of George John's distraction, the workers on the side quickly grabbed his arm holding the cane.

Seeing this, George John quickly stretched out his foot and kicked hard at the worker's calf. There was a sharp pain in the worker's calf. The pain caused the worker to lose consciousness for a short time and the strength of his palm weakened.

George John seized the opportunity to break free from the worker's palm, and at the same time hit the worker's head with a cane, and the worker who suffered severe head injuries fell to the ground.

The workers' group had already lost 3 people in less than half a minute, which severely damaged their morale, and some unsteady people withdrew from the "battlefield".

On the other hand, the morale of the vigilantes and regular police officers who were "encouraged" by Jerome Bonaparte and Georges John increased greatly. And the degree of organization is far inferior to them, so it is completely possible to fight.

"Sheriff, let's go!" one of the police officers said upon seeing this.

The fat officer ponders the pros and cons of being proactive.

If he can suppress this group of mobs before the reinforcements arrive, then he will undoubtedly be a major contributor to the quelling of the turmoil, and promotion and fortune will be just around the corner.

Thinking of his official career being connected with this group of mobs, the fat police chief decisively issued an order: "Everyone put on a baton for me, and those who don't have a baton give me a cane! This riot must be suppressed!"

The so-called baton is a solid wooden stick made of white hardwood from America. The whole body of the stick is painted with black paint to make it look more deterrent. This kind of wood is often used to make railways The hardness of the sleepers can be seen, and a baton is enough to leave a red mark on a person.

In addition to a variety of hands, the vigilante's pistols are mostly walking sticks and short solid wooden sticks.

More than a dozen police officers with regular establishments armed with white truncheon batons rushed down the mountain like tigers into the workers' group, aiming at the workers in the first row and beating them fiercely.

Workers who have no fighting experience can only retreat side by side, and the front line shows a one-sided posture all day long.

The remaining dozens of policemen also rushed to the front with various weapons to fight the workers.

As time went by, more and more unarmed workers were beaten black and blue, and only a few workers seized the opportunity to take away the weapons of the vigilantes and confront them.

However, this still could not change the reversal of the battle situation. The workers fought and retreated, retreating from St. Martin's Church to London Bridge.

The team has also been downsized from the original more than 200 people to about 150 people.

"Keep going! We are about to win!" The fat police chief in charge of supervising the battle shouted, his face showing unconcealable joy.

Just a little bit! Just a little bit! This group of untouchables can be driven back to the slums!

The Fat Inspector was already fantasizing about being received by the Home Secretary,

Become the deputy director of the Metropolitan Police District, maybe even become the director.

[According to the "Metropolitan Police Act" enacted by the Secretary of the Interior Peel in 1829, a metropolitan police force including Westminster, Middlesex, Surrey, and Kent was established in London as the core, and the Under the direct leadership of the Home Secretary. The rudiments of the modern police system. 】

The reality gave the Fat Sheriff a heavy blow, and a team armed with hammers, long sticks and knives was running towards them along the river in the West End of London!

"Our team! Our team is here!" The leader of the chartist labor movement, who was struggling to support the Chartists, shouted.

The demoralized workers quickly cheered up. They gathered in twos and threes. One blocked the vigilante's attack with his hand, and the other grabbed the vigilante's arm.

The morale of the police force weakened again, and the fat sergeant also wanted to flee when he saw this.

No, the king must be captured!

Jerome Bonaparte, who was in the crowd, waved his cane vigorously, and shouted at the policeman, "Come here some people!"

Three regular policemen and three vigilantes approached in the direction of Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte swung his blackthorn cane and struck the worker's thigh hard, causing the unsteady worker to fall directly to the ground.

"Quick! Help me open a way, I want to catch the leader!" Jerome Bonaparte held a stick in his right hand, and took out the revolver at his waist with his left hand.

The workers near Jerome stopped immediately when they saw this, and Jerome Bonaparte quickly fired his gun into the sky.

The gunfire stunned everyone present, and Jerome seized the opportunity to knock down another worker.

The policemen and vigilantes who followed him also rushed forward following Jerome Bonaparte's footsteps.

Jerome Bonaparte and his party, who had opened a passage in the crowd, came before the person in charge of the "labor movement".

Jerome, holding a gun in his left hand and a staff in his right, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the chest of the person in charge, and George John grabbed the person in charge by the arm to prevent him from escaping.

The rest of the police drew their smoothbores and turned their revolvers on the workers.

"Everyone! If you don't want him to die, stop it!" Jerome Bonaparte shouted in angry words.

Being coerced into becoming a vigilante for no reason made Jérôme Bonaparte very unhappy. He didn't seem to be participating in this senseless battle.

The workers stopped after hearing Jerome Bonaparte's words.

"Make way!" Jerome said to the workers, putting the revolver behind the supervisor.

The captured workers consciously gave way, and the scarred police and vigilantes rushed Jerome Bonaparte and George John out of the encirclement circle.

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