Seeing that the city government was protected by the police, Mr. Polti, who was chosen to convey their demands, walked up to the police and said, "We are here to peacefully petition the government. We hope that the government can understand our difficulties.
We hope to receive equal treatment. We are also Romanian nationals and we also serve and pay taxes to the Kingdom. This is our petition.”
Facing the petition handed over by Porti, a city staff member said after accepting it. "Sir, you should know that your march has not been approved by the government and is illegal. However, out of consideration for the people, we
We understand this. I hope you can restrain them from causing trouble, otherwise the government will not sit idly by and ignore this."
It was clear that the words of this government worker were warning them not to cause trouble. And his words made Bolti feel relieved. Originally, he had prepared for the worst, and the government would do something to them.
Illegal demonstrations are suppressed. Although this can attract attention, these demonstrators are from other ethnic groups, and he cannot bear to be harmed for this.
But now he only received a warning, which not only achieved his goal but also allowed everyone to escape safely. As for the troubles that he, the leader, may encounter in the future, he has already ignored them.
While Porti was negotiating with government staff, several people in the city government building were watching them.
"There are about 30,000 Hungarians marching in these marches, but these people are vulnerable."
As the military chief, Major General Dork first looked at the problem from a military perspective. Then he turned to ask the Interior Secretary beside him, "When will your people start?"
"It's best to wait a while until the patience of the people marching below is exhausted."
Just as they were talking, there were sudden bursts of gunshots. Blood splattered on the bodies of Bolti, the government worker, and several people around them.
"Someone took the opportunity to cause trouble."
Several people were startled by several gunshots, and this idea immediately flashed through their minds.
As for the tens of thousands of people in the square, they watched as blood splattered on the body of Bolti, who was in charge of the negotiations. The old man who cared about his fellow tribesmen fell to the ground on the spot, and the sound of gunshots also triggered riots among the demonstrators. Some people were timid.
Wanting to quit, some people had sparks of anger in their eyes. And more people had confused expressions. They had no idea what to do next.
At this time, a roar came. "It was the government that shot Mr. Bolti, and we want to avenge him."
So more people followed this voice and began to attack the city government.
Facing the surging crowd, the police on the front line did not care about the consequences. No one would be reasonable at this time, and they had to be strong. Fortunately, they prepared guns and other weapons to prevent possible dangers.
"Fire."
Although the police officer leading the team did not know why it was different from the prepared plan, he still gave priority to suppression.
"Pah, pah, pah"
The police's gunfire rang out, and the people who rushed to the front row fell in a pool of blood. The experience of the people in front made many people calm down. At this moment, they felt scared, and the crowd's charging state was stopped.
Major General Dork, who was in charge of the operation in the government building, was also giving orders. Although he did not know which force was disrupting the situation, the priorities that needed to be done were very clear. "Order the first regiment to go to the square immediately.
To suppress the riot, the Second and Third Regiments established martial law in the city and no one was allowed to leave the city. The cavalry battalion patrolled outside the city and intercepted anyone who left the city without permission."
As the order was issued, soldiers in military uniforms surrounded the square. Under the leadership of the officers, they ordered everyone to squat down with their heads in their hands. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be beaten with rifle butts. The troops of the second and third regiments
Martial law also began. They closed all shops, and pedestrians were asked to go home immediately after their identities were checked. Under the supervision of the army, the market suddenly became deserted. Both sides of the street were closed, and no one could see them on the street.
A pedestrian.
The actions of the army made these fleeing demonstrators very embarrassed, because their large number attracted attention, and there was currently no one else on the street. They were as eye-catching as fish on the beach, so these people were treated like chickens by the army.
Catch them accurately. As for those who live locally, they are not afraid, because the parade was seen by too many people, and the public security police in charge of various districts in the city have already kept their appearance in mind on the streets. After clearing up these outside demonstrators,
It's their turn.
The military martial law also has an advantage, that is, the people who triggered the riot and defeated the government as planned were blocked in the city.
"How about it, can I go out?"
"No, the military and police are now under tight security. Every pedestrian on the road is searched. Moreover, all kinds of vehicles have been stopped and carefully inspected. Currently, it is completely impossible to get out."
The news reported by her subordinates made Dokoya feel nervous, and at the same time, she felt a little annoyed. This time, it was a mess. Although she achieved her goal, it seemed that the government had the same idea as her. If she had known it,
I won't get involved in this matter, and now most people in the organization are in a dangerous situation.
So she thought for a while and said. "No matter what, the first priority now is to let us leave first. If we can't do it, it doesn't mean that someone can't do it. As a local, do you know any underground businessmen who transport goods privately? Maybe
They have a way. If we stay here, we are likely to be subject to large-scale investigations by the military and police, which is too dangerous. Don't be afraid of spending money, the fire of revolution is more important."
The subordinate who received Duokeya's advice quickly thought of a person in his mind. This time he planned to find him to try. "I know a person. This person is the largest underground businessman in the city. Many smuggled goods are handled by him.
, maybe he can think of a way."
"Then go ahead and be safe."
Under Dokoa's instructions, his subordinate went out again. This time he was specifically checking out the remote roads. He believed that the results would be obtained soon.
When Docya wanted to run away, someone was already thinking about her.
In the city hall, a detective was reporting the investigation report that triggered the riot to the three persons in charge present. "According to our investigation, the shooting was fired from a high-rise building next to the square. Our personnel discovered at the scene
There were abandoned guns and bullet casings, and interviews with surrounding residents revealed that they went upstairs when the parade was about to arrive at the square, and then left in horse-drawn carriages after the shooting."
Major General Dork interrupted at this time and said, "They probably haven't left the city because my people have started martial law after the shooting. Currently they can only enter but not leave. These people should still be trapped in the city."
"So what do you mean?"
"Immediately start a house-to-house search and search through Bekeshjo's bag to find them. If they escape, we are all at fault."
"Then I'll do as you wish."
As the order was issued, a more rigorous search began.
Naturally, the news of the Bekeschoubao riots did not disappear with the martial law. News about the riots also appeared in European newspapers.
