novelonline Chapter 2314 Gotham Music Chapter (53)
Chapter 2314 Gotham Music Chapter (53)
Chapter 2314 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty-three)
Oliver, Black Canary and Natasha hid in the utility room at the corner of the employee passage. Through the small porthole, they saw another black shadow falling and falling straight into the cold sea water. The blood dyed the sea surface red.
Looking around, the surrounding sea has been dyed blood red. Hundreds of such corpses are floating on the sea of blood, and are made even paler by the moonlight, like floating ice fragments after melting glaciers.
When they died, the connection between them became even stronger, because almost everyone stretched out their arms and opened their arms, opening their hearts as never before in life, embracing the sky, and holding hands to weave a big net of peace and tranquility.
The three people in the room knew that they couldn't get out.
Because as time passed, Schiller became stronger and stronger, and the anchor point they had previously deduced was completely ineffective. He no longer followed any rules, but just appeared indiscriminately behind everyone, turning them into corpses and throwing them 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 become a piece of floating ice.
"Do you still want to die now?" Natasha asked Oliver.
Oliver turned his eyes to look at her. The female agent raised the corners of her mouth slightly. The faint light coming in from the porthole made her three-dimensional facial features look even more solemn.
"You didn't tell anyone, but you must have thought that it only takes one bullet to shatter an irreversible situation, a heavy responsibility, and an irreversible situation, and then it will have nothing to do with you."
Black Canary stared at the silent Oliver with wide eyes. She said in shock and heartache: "You want to commit suicide? You can't do this, Oliver. I mean, you should tell me something. You...you are not alone."
At the end, Black Canary's voice dropped to a low note. She knew how pale and powerless her comfort was. Oliver was alone, and all of his companions who seemed to be on the same path as him were actually not on the same path as him.
Everyone thought they could establish another Soviet Union in Mexico, as powerful as the Soviet Union, to intimidate the whole world, and even to compete with the seemingly invincible United States to this day.
The Soviet Union was the best future they could imagine.
But Oliver knew that establishing another Soviet Union was a dead end, and that learning from the past, present, and future Soviet Unions would never make Mexico truly better.
The Soviet Union certainly also had its good times, although they did not last long, but they were so pure and noble that even its enemy, the United States, had to say that the Soviet Union at that time was an example worthy of learning from the whole world.
But unfortunately, neither learning from 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 walk its own path. No matter how much it imitates others, the geographical factors determine that it will be a dead end.
So everyone else was immersed in the fantasy that if they had the same ideas as the Soviet Union, they must follow the same path as the Soviet Union. They believed that the giant bear in the north had declined, but the American eagle was still rising. They were young, full of vitality and hope, and must be the best successors.
Only Oliver clearly understood that they should not take over anyone else's job, but must go their own way.
But no one had ever walked this path through Mexico, so they needed to create one themselves.
The hardest thing is that we are too close to America and too far from heaven.
Mexico's geographical factors meant that this would be an almost impossible road to travel. No matter how hard one looked through history, there was no way to solve the problem. The situation was like a baby waving his arms to try to knock out a champion boxer with one punch, which made Oliver feel deeply desperate.
But he didn't give up until he figured out the problem. He believed that as long as he was willing to keep going, he would always find a way out, until he was betrayed, expelled and driven back to his hometown.
"Sometimes I think that Mexicans have the power to choose their future." Oliver lowered his eyes and said, "A nation should have the power to decide how they want to go. If they choose not to need me, then no matter how things develop in the future, it is the consequence of their decision, and no one can interfere."
"Whenever I think about this, I wonder if they think that a rich man from the United States who wants to save them is a charity and pity, and one day they will have to break through and resist on their own."
Oliver spread his hands and said, "Are they really misled by driving me away, or are they realizing that it is the Mexicans who should decide the future of Mexico and that they no longer need me?"
"If it was the latter, I should have been happy, but I still felt the anger and sadness of being betrayed, which made me wonder, am I really as selfless as I thought? Or do I actually prefer power, and become angry and humiliated once I lose it?"
"Don't you think your predecessors have never faced this kind of problem?" Natasha's tone slowed down rarely, finally revealing a kindness that matched her age.
"So how did they solve it?"
"They might actually have thought about it for a second, but the root cause of your problem is that you're overfed, and so are Mexicans."
Oliver was shocked by this argument. He saw Natasha looking directly into his eyes and heard this Slavic woman with a stern temperament say to him: "The most fundamental reason for the outbreak of the October Revolution is that we are dying. If we don't overthrow it completely, our nation will be finished."
"Freezing to death, starving to death, being beaten to death by invaders, complete annihilation, 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 see 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.
“You come down from the sky to save the peasants in Mexico, instead of them organizing themselves to resist, which means this is not a revolution.”
"They are not pushed into a desperate situation at all. It is not that they will die if they do not fight. They may be miserable, but they can barely survive. When there is still food for the last meal in your pocket and when the heavy snow will not fall until tomorrow, people will always compromise."
"You still have the energy to fight among yourselves, to pay attention to others, and to think about this and that, because you are not hungry enough, not cold enough, and it is the unique conditions in America that prevent you from being pushed into desperate situations so easily."
"They used the same methods on you as they did on us, but if you have been to Stalingrad, Minsk, or even the mildest Moscow, you will understand why so many people do not have any leisure time after arriving here, and must immediately engage in production and labor, because we have no food, and it snows heavily at night."
“Labor can transform a person. When you try every possible way to carve out a way for yourself to survive in a harsh environment, you will understand that the missions and impure purposes that brought you here are not the correct answers for the continuation of the human race. The answers are here, in the wheat grains dug out of the frozen soil, and in the footprints hidden in the snow.”
"If a person witnesses this with his own eyes, he is very likely to let go of everything and throw himself into the crucible of the greatest miracle of human unity, knowing that it is by adding fuel to this blazing fire that he can truly live as a human being."
"If they are not hungry enough, not cold enough, not struggling to survive and clinging to each other for warmth, then even if you can go back and lead them again, tragedy will only happen again and again."
"But if it comes to that, many people will die." Oliver took a deep breath, his tone filled with tears. Obviously, the vivid scenes Natasha described for him kept playing in his mind. He tried his best to drive out of his mind the tragedies that he could imagine had happened in that cold land.
"We want to take advantage of the situation and save as many people as possible before things get too bad. This is our mission."
"But humans are like this." Natasha was not angry at such a fierce tone. She seemed to be used to it. She just said calmly: "They will only truly unite when they have to. All other education, persuasion and admonitions are useless."
Oliver finally showed a truly desperate expression for the first time, and said through gritted teeth: "You mean to let me sit here and watch the situation deteriorate step by step, watch those innocent ordinary people die, and do nothing until they wake up on their own?"
"If they don't wake up on their own, nothing you do will work."
Oliver clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms until blood oozed out, but he didn't notice. Natasha slowed down her tone again and said, "You know, only they can light the fire themselves, but what you did is not meaningless."
“When they are really pushed to the edge and begin to awaken, they will realize that you are on the right path, and those you have inspired will become the guiding flames for another blazing fire.”
"Believe me, you have done enough for them. After so much preparation, this fire is bound to be bigger and more intense than the one in Petrograd, and even burn all the way to the bottom, becoming a miracle that will be remembered in the history of human civilization."
"And those who died..." Oliver sighed.
"It will be a painful history that this nation must remember, written into the history books of Mexico along with you, the American Oliver Queen, to receive equal praise and vilification, and to be summarized as the same era."
Oliver's grip loosened.
"If future generations are destined to sing praises for a hero of this era, I hope this hero is a Mexican." Oliver's tone finally calmed down, but was filled with another intense emotion.
"He fought for his country and nation, shed blood and tears for his own land, and paved his own way for a new great country. Then, when the dust settled, he enjoyed the honor he deserved without guilt or regret, and his coffin was closed and his glory will last forever."
"And I am only a spark on this road, leading them on their way at first, and then, if I am not needed, I will become a piece of ash in the blazing fire. The ash can also be blown thousands of miles away by the wind, adding more ink to the history books, and adding some insignificant power to enlighten the people of a new land and the young heroes among them."
"It will help the awakened ones who are still hungry and cold to find their way earlier." Natasha said.
"Or just give them a little more courage," Oliver said, "to remove some of the concerns of those who are not from their country but from other countries and nationalities, and set an example."
The light in Oliver's eyes grew brighter.
"After that, in all places where God has not been seen, when people feel cold and hungry, they will no longer wait, but will build fires to keep warm, cook to fill their stomachs, take up arms, and follow the example of their predecessors, so that the workers' property will be returned to the workers, so that they will no longer say long live the heroes..."
Oliver and Natasha looked at each other.
"And say long live the workers."
"And say long live the people."
(End of this chapter)