Restart Spain Chapter 32

When batches of Moroccan laborers were sent to major railway construction sites, this group of talents suddenly discovered that the facts and propaganda were worlds apart.

Soldiers with Vieri rifles stood guard, and Maxim machine guns were erected on the commanding heights.

Moroccan workers are told that they work 14 hours a day, but never mention their salary.

The group of workers walked into the workplace at gunpoint.

"Alny, we haven't contacted the Spaniards to confirm our salary and reward and punishment system. Should we ask?"

Quest asked that the Spaniard never mentions the issue of salary, which can't help but make people feel puzzled.

"Let's wait for others to ask. We don't want to be in the limelight here."

Arnie looked at the guarding soldiers and signaled Quest not to be impulsive.

At this moment,

A few strong young men not far away put down their work and walked to a man who looked like an officer.

The two sides seem to be talking about something.

The negotiation gradually evolved from a bland to a heated quarrel.

Arnie pouted and gestured to Quest: "Look, there will be someone earlier than us,"

Quest nodded, staring at the crowd over there.

"boom"

A gunshot instantly silenced the scene.

I saw that the officer kept raising his gun to shoot, with white smoke still coming from the muzzle.

The noisy crowd just now stared blankly at the Moroccan who took the lead in a pool of blood.

"This is the end of the one who doesn't obey the order. I hope there won't be a second one."

The officer looked around and said slowly, putting down the gun in his hand.

"Damn, what are you doing? Are we beasts that can be killed at will?"

For a while, the group's anger was aroused, and they were all young men with strong blood. They saw their companions being killed, and the perpetrators were still lecturing nonchalantly.

The Moroccans were not afraid because a person died, and they surrounded the officers in groups.

The officer calmly looked at the ragged Moroccans surrounding him, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

Turning to look at the Mark Qin machine gunner in the distance, he stretched out his hand to signal, and then waved his arm down.

"Da da da da da..."

The machine gunners immediately started shooting at the Moroccans, and the group of Moroccans who were pressurizing them fell one after another like ordinary wheat.

A few seconds later, the machine gunfire stopped, and only a pile of broken arms and corpses remained in the place where the Moroccan protesters had just surrounded.

The smell of blood spread to everyone present along with the wind. The soldiers have long been accustomed to this scene. As long as they were dispatched here, they already knew the purpose of their coming here.

And the Moroccans were scared out of their minds, and all the people who were still alive stood there blankly watching, no matter how stupid they were, they knew that they had entered the den of thieves.

The officer wiped off the blood that had just accidentally spattered on his face, looked around again, and showed a chill in his eyes.

"All those who disobeyed the order and dared to resist, this is the end. I don't want any of you to lie here next. Just go to work like this."

After the officer finished speaking, he turned around and left, and then signaled the soldiers to keep an eye on them, while the Moroccans quickly picked up the tools in their hands and started to work.

"Hey, Mr. Soldier, what do you mean? Aren't they your hired laborers?"

And the British engineer at the scene spread his hands and asked, the blood level of the British was even more bloody, but he was surprised by what the Spaniards did.

"This is the way the Spaniards manage. The gentleman just needs to direct them to work, and leave these things to us."

The officer said disapprovingly, the British engineer nodded and did not continue speaking.

This kind of thing may be surprising in this era, but the experience of black slaves and Chinese workers in this era is not much different from that of these Moroccans.

Europe in this era can be said to be dominated by a group of executioners in gorgeous coats.

"Mr. Officer, please send two more soldiers to protect me. I'm afraid these Moroccans will make irrational actions."

The British engineer stopped the officer, but his concern was his own safety.

"Of course there is no problem. I will assign two of our elites to serve as guards for you."

In all parts of Spain, about 60,000 Moroccans who have arrived are scattered on various routes.

One is that large-scale turmoil is caused by their gathering, and the lines in various regions need manpower, and it is impossible to gather them together.

As far away as Ceuta and Melia in North Africa, there are tens of thousands of Moroccans who are ready to go to Spain full of enthusiasm. Before the news spreads, there will never be a shortage of Moroccans who are eager to sign up.

But Alfonso knew that this would not be concealed for long. The companies responsible for building railways in various places came from different parts of the world.

When the news spreads abroad and the foreign media reports it, this matter will definitely arouse heated discussions in Europe.

Alfonso of the Royal Palace of Madrid was explaining this matter to Prime Minister Canovas and Arsenio.

"Arsenio, let the garrison in Ceuta and Melia hold back their temper and wait until the Moroccans take the lead in attacking us."

Arsenio nodded to show his understanding. As a European power, if you don't take the initiative to invade you, it will give you face. If you dare to attack me first, then the Spaniards will fight back, something that no one in European society can stop.

In Europe of this era, white supremacy is an unshakable idea. No matter what white people do, if you do something against white people, it must be the fault of people of color.

This has nothing to do with reason and logic. The 19th century was an era of speaking with strength. You can protest against what white people do, but no one can guarantee when you will be retaliated against.

If you dare to attack white people, you will surely learn a lesson. The "Margaret" case that happened in China not long ago,

Everyone knows that it is the fault of the British, but who would dare to touch the beard of the British Empire?

Even into the 21st century, racial discrimination is still common.

"Let the soldiers use their hands and feet to provoke the Moroccans and let them take the lead. At that time, no European country will be able to speak for them.

We have a fair reason to wage war against them, but we must wait until the Moroccan laborer is leaked to the outside world. "

Taking advantage of this period of time to recruit Moroccans desperately, and after the occupation, there will inevitably be resistance. This kind of thing is best done when it is the easiest.

"My subordinates understand." Arsenio nodded lightly.

"Canovas, your task is to delay when countries use this reason to attack us, until we have reason to start a war against them."

Canovas' task is in a sense more important than Arsenio, and the Moroccans' counterattack is not worth mentioning for the Spaniards who are close at hand.

The words and writings of the hypocrites who claim to be righteous in European countries are the most troublesome.

Canovas nodded, indicating that there was no problem, and then Alfonso waved his hand.

I have a hunch that European countries will definitely keep criticizing Spain for this matter.

Thinking of this, Alfonso couldn't help holding his forehead and sighed.

Chapter end