I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

After the abolition of serfdom in Tsarist Russia, a lot of manpower and capital were freed up, and they were invested in Moscow's economic market. The key heavy industries were expanded to enterprise scale, which also made the economy stronger.

So there is even more heavy industry in Moscow than in St. Petersburg.

However, compared to the poor canyon-like urban architecture of the Imperial Capital of Britannia, the streets here are relatively empty and there are no such tall chimneys.

So there isn’t that much fog here, and the air is relatively okay.

Of course, this is relative, and the air here still cannot be said to be good.

Char is happy that some historical buildings are still preserved here.

Because in another world, this city once suffered a devastating blow.

In 1812, exactly a hundred years after the capital was moved, Napoleon of France launched a war against Russia, marched straight in, and occupied Moscow.

However, the destruction of the city was not caused by the French, but by their own people.

Because Tsarist Russia decided to adopt a scorched earth policy, France saw a useless empty city after entering Moscow. At that time, winter was approaching, and the empty city could not provide supplies to the French army, so Napoleon quickly decided to retreat.

However, Napoleon obviously did not come forward because of Britannia's existence, and the flapping wings of Arthur, the butterfly, also affected this side.

"poccnr! poccnr!"

At the front of the street, a crowded crowd was approaching them. They were dressed in different clothes. Some were wearing overalls, with soot on their faces, and holding hammers in their hands.

Some people were dressed like farmers, holding sickles and pitchforks in their hands. They were waving their fists in the air and shouting the name of the country.

As they passed, they skirted around pedestrians and other people in what looked like a stream of water flowing across a pebbly beach.

Some people even handed some newspapers to Xia Ya and Alicia.

The newspaper must not be published by the official newspaper of this country, because the headline above is very eye-catching.

【An unjust war】

Then there are several relatively smaller eye-catching titles below.

"Nicholas II, why do you want to help the enemy attack our compatriots!?"

The content is roughly about the atrocities of the Tsar, his perverse behavior at home, and the non-controversial nature of the war. The first page is some anti-war propaganda.

And on the back is some propaganda promoting Messerism.

Soon, both Xia Ya and Alicia heard the sound of some relatively neat steel-soled leather boots stepping on the ground.

At the other end of the street, a group of armed gendarmes trotted over.

"Okay, okay, everyone spread out, spread out!"

The leader of the military police captain shouted impatiently to the group of marchers.

Then, he looked at the people holding newspapers around him and said angrily.

"Throw away all these newspapers!"

He has a very vicious look on his face, especially when he shouts. Everyone dropped the newspapers in their hands on the ground.

“From now on, everyone who reads this newspaper or collects this newspaper will be arrested for treason!

These are despicable methods used by foreign spies to drive a wedge between the empire! "

He shouted loudly to the people on the street, and then he looked at the group of people who were still gathering.

"What are you still doing here? I'll let you disperse!"

As he spoke, he directly raised the firearm in his hand and fired several shots into the air.

Several mechas also walked over, with thick smoke billowing from the exhaust pipes behind them, and pointed the cannonballs on their backs at the crowd.

The eyes of these people were full of resentment, but apparently they did not get angry due to the firearms and mechas in the hands of the military police.

The workers said nothing and just continued to disperse silently.

"Starting from today, a curfew is imposed in Moscow and all unapproved demonstrations are banned!"

The military policeman announced loudly.

Alicia whispered.

"Is it because of the war?"

"Fighting Beichen is not an easy task." Xia Ya said.

"Both its population and economy are much larger than the current Tsarist Russia, not to mention that their resource advantage is not much higher than that of Beichen. The only advantage is that Beichen's resource transportation is more difficult than theirs.

Military needs consume a lot of resources, but when farmers and workers are forced to go to the battlefield, who will produce? As a result, factories closed, unemployment increased significantly, and people's livelihood supplies were in short supply.

As a major industrial city, Moscow will naturally have more and more people going on strike.

When the war continues to a certain extent, this situation will become more and more serious.

The wars in this era are different from those in other eras..."

"boom!!!"

At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from one side of the street, something like a gunshot.

The expressions of the military police suddenly became alert, and then a group of people ran directly towards the place where the gunshots were fired.

Xia Ya also pulled Alicia and walked over.

In the middle of the street, there is a narrow lane between two houses. There is no sunlight in the alley all year round, but it seems that the surrounding businesses discharge some water here, making it very dark and humid. You can even faintly see some mice running in the shadows.

At the end of the alley, a dirty woman was sitting on a pile of garbage. There was a pistol hanging on the fingers of her hand that was hanging limply on one side. It seemed that gunpowder was still emitting, and it looked like it had just been fired. .

Blood mixed with brain matter slowly flowed down from the back of her head, and blood also overflowed from the corners of her mouth, but there were still some traces of gunpowder smoke.

Apparently, the woman had just committed suicide by shooting herself.

People quickly gathered around, talking and whispering among themselves.

The leading military policeman reacted and shouted to the people around him.

"Do any of you know her?"

At this time, a woman in the crowd spoke.

"I know, her name is Natasha, and she lives next door."

At this time, another person said, "Her husband was drafted and went to the front line not long ago. Someone seemed to have sent her a death notice a day ago."

"She used to work in a textile factory. Later, the textile factory closed down, and she lost her job. The rent became due, and she was kicked out by the landlord."

I was surrounded by people who lived here, so I had a clear understanding of what this woman was going through.

The crowd fell into a brief silence as they rushed to complete the short but tragic life of the suicidal woman.

They all felt sad for this poor woman, and deep in their hearts, there was some unexplained fear.

The population of Tsarist Russia was only about 1.7 million, but they recruited millions of soldiers.

Among the people watching, many have relatives and friends who are in the army.

Some may still be training at the rear, while others may soon go to the battlefield.