Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 223 The Fountain Square Incident
In front of the gate of a mansion, stood a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy and a middle-aged woman.

The boy was introducing to her one by one the things in the basket in his hand, and he was very eloquent.

"This pack is cardamom, this pack has 2 oz and sells 16 silver pfennies."

"This bag is of lilacs and 16 silver pfennigs."

"This bag is thyme. There is only this last bag left. It is the best silver-spotted thyme. The price will be higher, and it will cost 55 silver pfennigs."

"Oh, yes, the price of nutmeg has gone up, and now it costs twelve silver pfennigs an ounce, but who's calling for war in the South? We can't help it."

After skillfully selling the goods in the basket, Little Weiner carefully collected the money and started to rush home.

Oh, today's business is also going very smoothly. The sun has just risen above his head, and he has already sold a basket of goods.

Sure enough, this method is really effective, much better than staying in the store. As long as you write down some regular customers and take a few more steps, the business will still be very good.

Little Wiener is a Jew. It has been almost ten years since his family moved to Berlin. Their family opened a spice shop in the market. After so many years of hard work, the business is doing pretty well. It's extravagant, but excluding those extra expenses, it basically meets the living needs of the whole family.

And just a few weeks ago, little Weiner came up with such a good idea to make the family's finances looser again.

There are many nobles and rich people in the city, and there are always some people who don't have time to go to the market to buy what they need, and among them, spices are an indispensable necessities in everyone's daily life.As long as you find those customers who are in need and sell them in person, as long as the quality of the spices is good and the price is not higher than the market, isn't this business easy to do?
After some requests, the family agreed to their plan and let themselves try it first.

After trying for several weeks, Little Wiener found quite a few clients, negotiated several new businesses every day, and even settled on several long-term clients.

Well, I'll pick up another basket of goods in the afternoon. I haven't been to the west side of the city yet. If you want this form, you can make money in one day.
Just as he was thinking, he came to the Fountain Square in the West Side of Berlin.

It connects several districts of Berlin, and several roads meet here, which has always been very lively.

It's the same today, the crowd gathers and gathers together, exclamating from time to time, as if they are watching some performance.

Is there another bard coming to our Berlin?Although I was a little hungry, little Weiner still planned to watch the fun first.

Putting the coin bag close to his body, little Weiner squeezed into the crowd due to his small body.

However, the front was not what he thought. Under the white fountain, surrounded by the crowd, was a very strong mustache giving a speech.

Wearing a straight military uniform, he looked excited and clenched his fists, and his voice was even more impassioned and full of emotion.

However, why do people still dare to speak publicly now?Isn't he afraid of the gendarmerie coming to arrest him?Isn't he afraid of death?
Little Weiner has seen many such speakers during this time, and saw several young people who were speaking in public places were knocked to the ground by the gendarmerie, their heads were covered with blood, and they were dragged into the gendarmerie carriage.

But judging by the number of people gathered here, there are almost more than 100 people. It seems that this mustache must have been talking for a while, but why didn't anyone come to arrest him?
Is there anything special about what he said?Little Weiner was a little curious, so he calmed down and listened.

"...Yes, our soldiers are still dying on the front lines, while these people who should have been slaves enjoy the same or even better status in our country! Why? They are The conquered, we are the conquerors, there is no reason at all! They should go to work! Fields! Mines! Transport teams! Get rid of laziness!"

".But this is not the case now. The brave warriors can only get meager pensions, while the large sums of spoils are spent on appeasing those aliens! The benefits that our German people should have enjoyed have been given away in vain To the losers! Without them we could have had a better life, farmers got more land, more cattle and sheep, workers got less work, higher wages, but such a wonderful The prospect was ruthlessly plundered by them!"

".We are living in such a poor, miserable, and miserable life, all because of those damn aliens! All because of them, they took away our jobs, our land, and our wealth , took away our happiness!"

".I can proudly say that I am proud of being a glorious German! We Germans are the most outstanding nation in the whole continent, no one! We are hardworking! We are brave! We are smart! We are strong! We have A long history! We have a glorious legend! Each of us is a warrior! Each of us is an artist! Each of us is a warrior! The common blood brings us together! The common blood unites us in Together! Our Germany is the Germany of the Germans, we will never allow those aliens to destroy it! Defile it!"

Most of the people were infected by his emotions, and the eye sockets of several people were a little red, and there were constant cheers and applause.

But little Weiner seemed to be trapped in an ice cellar, feeling icy cold all over his body.

Aliens?against aliens?Eliminate aliens?Germanic?
What does it mean?Didn't they all crusade against those Junker nobles before?Aren't those greedy nobles responsible for all this?Now it's all about us?What does it matter to us?
Even though he was a little scared, little Weiner still worked up his courage, took advantage of a gap, and retorted loudly: "What you said is wrong! Your poor life is your own problem! It has nothing to do with us! "

The noise nearby suddenly fell silent, and the crowd slowly retreated, revealing little Weiner.

"Who is talking?" Mustache looked around, and finally looked at the protruding little Wiener: "Oh, you were talking just now, right? Judging by the way you look, you are not us Germans."

There were soft jeers all around.

Mustache continued: "Oh, you object to my point of view, so let me ask you, which clan are you from?"

Barely calming down, Little Wiener proudly said, "I'm a Jew!"

There was a lot of noise around, and then fell silent again.

But the mustache laughed: "I thought it was someone. It turned out to be a Jew. Hehe, the Jews, who have no motherland, wander around, rely on exploitation and suck the blood and sweat of people from other countries to survive, how dare they live in this country?" Talking nonsense about us here?"

"We earn our own money! We didn't exploit you!" Little Weiner retorted.

"No exploitation? It's funny. Why don't you go to the market? How many stalls are occupied by you? That's our German stall! It's our Germanic stall!" Mustache pointed at Little Wiener and snapped Said: "But you occupy them and use them to exploit us Germans!"

"We, we are doing business fairly! We didn't exploit you!" Little Weiner insisted through gritted teeth.

"Hehe, there is no exploitation? Who doesn't know, how much of your goods are your own? Did you grow the wheat and sugar beets you sell? No! They were grown by our industrious Germans! Are the cattle and sheep you sell? You grazed it yourself? No! Our industrious Germans grazed it! Did you produce the cloth you sell? No! It was produced by our industrious Germans! We worked so hard, poor compatriots collected these and sold them to us at such a high price! Isn’t this exploitation!” Mustache’s voice was stern.

"Yes, yes, we." Little Wiener stammered, unable to continue.

"There is nothing but! You are the bastards lying on our German Empire! Sucking its blood! Let it get weaker and weaker!" Mustache chased after the victory: "I want to ask everyone, how many people can't buy it at home? Have you started bread? How many people haven’t eaten meat for a long time? Have you ever wondered why? What caused all this? Why are our salaries so meager and prices so high? "

"Why, our wives can't wear new clothes? Why, our children hold their stomachs and say they are hungry? Why, we work so hard, but we can't even support our families! Why, we have to be bullied like this, Such oppression! Why, these shameless and cunning people are lying on us Germans to suck blood!"

The entire square was silent, full of heavy breathing, only the loud speech of the mustache.

His voice suddenly became softer: "Everyone should know from my attire that I was originally a soldier and served in the Third Regiment of the Third Empire. In the army, I made many good friends and we slept together , eat together, train together, help each other, and talk about everything. Everyone is a good guy, a good guy from our Germans."

"However, the war started. Every day, my companions fell beside me. Every day after the battle, I couldn't guarantee that I would come back alive. I wrote several suicide notes, and everyone also wrote several. I You know, people are really scared, and in the dead of night, I can hear their cries, their prayers! But when the trumpets sound, we will still line up and our brave Germanic lads will still fight hard! For us Fight for the future of Germany!"

The mustache exposed the medal on his chest, and rolled up his trouser legs to reveal the scar on his thigh. His voice was full of sadness: "Finally, the war is over. I won these two small medals because of my military achievements. Wounds that don't heal. But the real pain is not in my legs, it's in my heart! I came back alive, but the others didn't, and many, many other German boys didn't, and they fell on the field forever, forever All, I can't come back."

Mustache clenched his fists in his chest, beating his chest, and said in a sad tone: "We are fighting for the country! We Germanic boys are going to die for the future of the country! There are almost no foreigners in our army, like what Jews, I've never even heard of them!"

"While the war is going on! Those aliens, those jews, what are they doing? I know it, and you know it. They're driving up prices! They're making waves in the rear! They just want to make money! They just want to trample us Germans The bones of the young man, go to make money! Everyone is saving money to supply the front line, but they are raising the price of food to make money for the country!"

He pointed at Little Wiener, who was at a loss, and gritted his teeth: "You Jews! You should all go to hell!"

"Go to hell!"

Someone shouted, and the anger accumulated by the crowd was completely ignited.

"Send him to hell!"

"Send this brat to hell!"

"Send those Jews to hell!"

"Bang" Little Weiner felt a heavy punch on the head and fell to the ground.

"Pa" was another heavy kick on the stomach, and he curled up in pain.

Then, there was a storm of beatings.

He could only hold his head with difficulty to avoid the raindrops of fists and toes.

His clothes began to be torn, the basket flew to nowhere, even the money bag hidden in his clothes was kicked, and the coins rolled to the ground.

"Look, these are the money he exploited from us!" Someone exclaimed.

The crowd became more and more angry, and the strength of their fists became more and more powerful. Finally, Little Weiner's hand fell limply, and blood flowed silently on the ground.
"Go to the market! Then kill those Jews!" someone shouted.

After a hundred responses, the already angry crowd headed towards the market in a mighty way.

However, what was splashed head-on was a basin of cold water.

A small detachment of gendarmes blocked their way.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the thick batons were thrown out desperately, smashing the whole crowd to pieces and fleeing in all directions.

Driven by the gendarmes in black, the Fountain Square was suddenly empty, leaving only a child lying in a pool of blood.

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The moment he saw the gendarmerie, Adolf knew that this agitation had failed.After all, beating a child to death by a group and leading a team to hit the market are two different concepts.

Speeches can still turn a blind eye, and riots will only usher in suppression.

There were still too few people gathered this time, and most of them were impulsive and didn't think about the consequences. Being blocked by the gendarmerie in this way, they lost their vigor and things were no longer possible.

Sighing, Adolf hid in the scattered crowd, and was about to run out in the chaos.

However, it was obvious that as the leader and instigator of the incident, he was being targeted, and two military policemen with batons blocked his way.

Although, after a rough estimate of his strength, it is not difficult to kill them both with one punch, but in order not to cause serious consequences, he had to apologize with a smile: "I don't know."

But before he finished speaking, he was roughly interrupted by one of the military policemen: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, come with us, the captain wants to see you."

(End of this chapter)