Chapter 2321 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty-Three)

Chapter 2314 Gotham Music Festival (53)

Oliver, Black Canary and Natasha hid in the utility room in the corner of the employee passage. Through the small porthole, they saw another black shadow fall, falling straight into the cold sea water, and the sea surface was dyed red with blood. .

Looking around, the surrounding sea has been dyed blood red. Hundreds of such corpses are floating on the sea of ​​​​blood, making them even paler in the moonlight, like ice floes after melting glaciers.

When they died, the connection between them became even closer, because almost everyone stretched out their arms and opened their arms, opening their hearts like never before in life, embracing the sky, and like holding hands to weave a piece of fabric. A peaceful and peaceful net.

The three people in the room all knew that they could not get out.

Because as time goes by, Schiller becomes stronger and stronger, and the anchor point they speculated before is completely ineffective. He no longer follows any rules, but appears behind everyone without distinction, turning them into A body, thrown into the sea.

Oliver didn't know how many people were left outside. He only knew that if they went out now, they would most likely turn into an ice floe.

"Do you still want to die now?" Natasha looked at Oliver and asked.

Oliver turned his eyes to look at her. The female agent slightly raised the corners of her mouth. The faint light coming from the porthole made her three-dimensional facial features more solemn.

"You didn't tell anyone, but you must have thought this way. With just one bullet, the irreversible situation, the heavy responsibility, and the irreversible situation have nothing to do with you."

Black Canary looked at the silent Oliver with wide eyes. She was shocked and heartbroken and said: "You want to commit suicide? You can't do this, Oliver. I mean, you should tell me if there is anything. You...you don't alone."

At the end of the sentence, Black Canary's tone dropped, and she knew how pale her comfort was. Oliver was alone, and all the companions who seemed to be on the same path as him were actually not on the same path as him.

Everyone felt that they could build another Soviet Union in Mexico that would be as powerful as the Soviet Union, intimidate the whole world, and even compete with the seemingly invincible United States until now.

The Soviet Union was the best future they could imagine.

But Oliver knows that building another Soviet Union is a dead end, and learning from the Soviet Union of the past, present, and future will never make Mexico truly better.

Of course, the Soviet Union also had its good times. Although it did not last long, it was so pure and noble that even its enemy, the United States, must say that the Soviet Union at that time was an example worthy of learning from the whole world.

But it is a pity that neither the Soviet Union nor the United States can save Mexico.

"Mexico needs Mexico" sounds like a joke, but every country in the world can only follow its own path. No matter how similar it is to imitating what others imitate, geographical factors will determine it, and that will only lead to a dead end.

Therefore, other people are immersed in the fantasy that if they have the same ideas as the Soviet Union, they must follow the same path as the Soviet Union. They believe that the giant bears in the north have declined, but the American eagles are still rising. They are young, full of vitality and hope, and must be the best. A good successor.

Only Oliver clearly understood that they should not take over from anyone else's class, but must go their own way.

But no one has walked this road in Mexico, they need to create their own.

And the most difficult thing is that it is too close to the United States and too far from heaven.

Mexico's geographical factors destined this to be an almost impassable road. Looking through all history, there was no solution to the problem. The situation was like a baby waving its arms trying to knock down a champion boxer with one punch. This made Oliver feel To deep despair.

But until he figured out the problem, he still didn't give up. He believed that as long as he was willing to go, he could always find a way out, until he was betrayed, expelled and driven back to his hometown.

"Sometimes I think that Mexicans have the right to choose their future." Oliver lowered his eyes and said: "A nation should have the right to decide how they want to go. If they choose not to need me, then no matter how things develop in the future, it will be their decision. No one can interfere with the consequences.”

"Whenever I think about this, I wonder whether they will think that a rich man from the United States wants to save them is a kind of charity and mercy, and one day they will have to break through and resist on their own."

Oliver spread his hands and said: "Were they really misled when they drove me away, or did they realize that it was Mexicans who should decide the future of Mexico and realized that they no longer needed me."

"If it's the latter, I should be happy, but I still feel the anger and sadness of being betrayed, which makes me think, am I really as selfless as I thought? Or do I actually prefer power? Will you become angry if you lose it?"

"Do you think your predecessors have never faced this kind of problem?" Natasha's tone rarely slowed down, finally showing a kindness that matched her age.

"So how did they solve it?"

"They actually may have thought for a moment, but the fundamental reason you have this problem is overeating, and that's the same for Mexicans."

This argument shocked Oliver. He saw Natasha looking directly into his eyes, and heard this Slavic woman with a cold temperament say to him: "The most fundamental reason why the October Revolution broke out is that we are dying. , if it is not completely subverted, our nation will be doomed.”

"Frozen to death, starved to death, beaten to death by the invaders, and completely destroyed, it is as if it had never happened before. That is our final battle. If we succeed, we will live, if we fail, we will die."

"You may think that the background you read in history books is not so grim, but in fact, every bottom-up revolution is because the vast majority of people at the bottom can no longer survive."

Natasha looked away and said.

"The fact that you're coming down from the sky to save the Mexican farmers instead of them organizing themselves to fight back means it's not a revolution."

"They were not forced into a desperate situation at all. They were not going to die without a fight. They might be miserable, but they could barely survive. When there was still food in their pockets for the last meal, and when the heavy snow would not fall until tomorrow, people There’s always going to be a compromise.”

"You still have the strength to fight among yourself, you still have the strength to pay attention to others, and you still have the strength to think about things. It's because you are not hungry enough and cold enough. It is the unique conditions of America that prevent you from being pushed into desperate situations so easily."

"The same tactics they used on you were used on us, but if you have been to Stalingrad, Minsk, or even the most benign Moscow, you will understand why so many people come here without success. Any free time must be put into production and labor immediately, because we have no food and it will snow heavily at night.”

"Labor can transform a person. When you try your best to find a way to survive for yourself in a harsh environment, you will understand that the tasks and impure purposes that brought you here are not human beings. The correct answer to the continuation of the race lies here with us, in the grains of wheat dug out of the frozen soil, and in the footprints hidden in the heavy snow.”

"If a person witnesses all this with his own eyes, he is very likely to drop everything and plunge into the furnace of the greatest miracle of human unity, knowing that by adding fuel to this burning fire, he can truly Live like a human being.”

"If they are not hungry enough, cold enough, clinging to each other for warmth, then even if you can go back and lead them again, tragedies will only happen again and again."

"But if it comes to that, a lot of people will die." Oliver took a deep breath, with a cry in his voice. It was obvious that the vivid pictures Natasha described for him were constantly playing in his mind, and he wanted to try his best to put it into perspective. All the tragedies he could imagine that had happened in that cold land were driven out of his mind.

"We want to take the lead and save as many people as possible before everything develops to such a bad level. This is our mission."

"But that's how humans are." Natasha didn't feel the slightest bit angry at such a fierce tone. She seemed to be used to it. She just said calmly: "Only when they have to unite will they truly unite. In addition, All education, persuasion and admonishment are of no use.”

Oliver finally showed a truly desperate expression for the first time, gritted his teeth and said: "You mean to let me sit here and watch the situation worsen step by step, watch those innocent ordinary people die, and do nothing." Do it until they wake up on their own?”

"If they don't wake up on their own, it's useless whatever you do."

Oliver clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms without noticing the bleeding. Natasha slowed down her tone again and said, "You understand, only they can light the flames, but everything you do is not meaningless. ”

"When they are truly pushed into a corner and start to wake up, they will realize that you are on the right path, and those people you have inspired will be the flames that lead the way when another raging fire starts to ignite."

"Believe me, you have done enough for them. After so much preparation, this fire is destined to be bigger and more prosperous than the one in Petrograd. It may even burn to the end and become a fire that will be remembered in the history of human civilization. of miracles.”

"And those who died..." Oliver sighed.

“It will be a painful history that this nation must remember, and you, the American Oliver Queen, will be written into the history books of Mexico, receive the same praise and vilification, and will be summarized as the same era. "

Oliver's hands unclenched.

"If future generations are destined to sing praises for a certain hero of this era, then I hope this hero is Mexican." Oliver's tone finally calmed down, but it was filled with another kind of intense emotion.

“He fought for his country and nation, shed blood and tears for his own land, blazed his own path for a new great country, and then when the dust settled, he enjoyed it without guilt or regret. The honor you deserve is the final word and the glory will last forever.”

"And I am only a spark on this road, guiding them to walk at the beginning. Then if I am not used, I will become an ashes in the raging fire. The ashes can also fly thousands of miles with the wind, adding an extra ink to the history books. To add some small power to enlighten the people of a new land and the immature heroes among them."

"Let the awakened people who are still hungry and cold find their way earlier." Natasha said.

"Or just to give them a little more courage." Oliver said: "To remove some scruples for aspiring people who are not theirs and come from other countries and nations, and set an example."

The light in Oliver's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Then in all places where God has not been seen, when people feel cold and hungry, they will no longer wait, light fires to keep warm, cook to fill their stomachs, take up arms, follow the example of their predecessors, let the workers return to the workers, so that they will no longer say long live the heroes..."

Oliver and Natasha looked at each other.

"But say long live the workers."

"But say long live the people."