“If they dare to advance, we will fight back.
Every once in a while, we press forward until a ray of light breaks through the clouds, illuminating the world beyond the battlefield, just out of reach.
War is the world, and the world is full of war.
Behind every gunshot is a living person, and we are those people.
We are tired, we are naive, we are glorious and we are sinful.
We are bound by legends and lost in the past. We are knights of the earth, ghosts in the desert, and villains in the sea of blood.
This is our story. "
——"Battlefield" by Zhu Zaiming, a famous contemporary writer.
"Napoleon enters his loyal London!"
——"Overseas Observation", the author Fan Jin is my ancestor.
"Beyond the muskets and artillery are millions of displaced civilians; behind the exciting victory are the lives of countless civilians... Is it all worth it?
Europe needs freedom and human rights! "
——"War and Peace", reported by Mingxin News Agency.
In the tea room, Lao Wang was wearing reading glasses and reading the newspaper with a frown.
"My dear mother, is Europe so chaotic now? Why are so many countries at war?"
Old Wu next to him put down his teacup, came over to take a look, and calmly shook his head.
He said to Lao Wang: "What do you care about them? They didn't hit me, Daming. You, just go about your work with peace of mind."
"You can't say that." Lao Wang pushed up his glasses, turned the page of "Da Ming Pao" and continued reading.
After a while, Lao Wang suddenly slapped the table, which startled Lao Wu.
Lao Wu screwed on the lid of the thermos cup. He was a little annoyed and shouted: "Hey, Lao Wang, did you take medicine today? Just read the newspaper. You slapped the table and scared me so much that I almost dropped the new thermos cup. Throw it to the ground."
Old Wang slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, took off his glasses, and whispered to Old Wu: "Qin Shangshu is about to return to China.
You said, my Ming Dynasty’s mission only went once, how come everything from the British mainland to the colonies collapsed?
Could it be..."
Old Wu and Old Wang looked at each other and saw the shock in their eyes.
At this time, the door of the tea room was opened, and Lao Liu came in carrying a thermos cup and said to the two of them: "Okay, Lao Wang will go there in the next two hours.
Pay special attention to machine No. 104. The position has just been replaced and is not yet skilled. "
"got it……"
Lao Wang carefully folded the newspaper and placed it on the table, picked up his thermos cup and left the tea room.
After leaving the tea room, the loud machine noise in the workshop reached his eardrums, causing Lao Wang to subconsciously pick his ears.
Go through the passage and enter the workshop.
What comes into view are 6 rows of neatly arranged spinning machines. The huge steam boiler outside the workshop provides power for these machines.
In front of these high-speed spinning machines, Nanyang volunteers are fighting for the cause of Ming Dynasty.
Regular employees in the factory patrolled with thermos cups, constantly directing the work of these volunteers.
On machine No. 104, a young man with dark brown skin was looking helplessly at the machine running rampant in front of him.
The gauze poured down from the machine track like water. Because the boy failed to roll the gauze on the bearing roller, the gauze was directly squeezed into a pile on the machine.
Lao Wang's veins popped out when he saw it. He walked aside and turned off the machine, pointing his fingers at the young man.
"Come outside with me."
A few minutes later, bursts of whipping sounds and wailing sounds came from the corridor outside the workshop.
…
Jinling Forbidden City, Huagai Hall.
The door is locked and the curtains are drawn down.
The hall was lit with candles and looked eerie.
The cabinet ministers were sitting on chairs around a round table, and the atmosphere was very gloomy.
If it weren't for the fact that this is the Huagai Hall, it wouldn't be because the Ming Emperor Zhu Zaiming sat at the head.
Jin Yiwei even thought that these ministers were plotting a rebellion.
Dong Zhiwei, the Minister of Civil Affairs, flipped through the documents on the desktop and looked at the news transmitted from the large radio station in Panama. His expression was not very good.
Dong Zhiwei looked at it for a while, silently put down the document, and said to Zhu Zaiming.
"Your Majesty, France has won too quickly. Is there something wrong?"
After Dong Zhiwei spoke, other ministers also spoke one after another.
"My Ming Dynasty's original intention is to let Europa wipe out this generation as much as possible, so that it will be difficult for them to regain their young strength in the next hundred years."
"But Napoleon fought too hard, and the other countries in Europe were defeated too quickly."
"If Napoleon is allowed to complete the unification of the European continent in a short period of time, it will not be in the interests of our Ming Dynasty."
"Yes, yes, yes..."
The ministers nodded and looked worried.
What the minister was worried about was not that Ming could not beat France and tell Napoleon to be quiet.
The worry is actually about the development direction of the world war, which is gradually out of Ming's control.
What those in power hate most is the feeling of being unable to control.
But Kong Er and Shen Yulong, who were sitting in the corner eating melon, didn't care. For military generals, the more chaotic the world, the better.
Kong Er couldn't help but muttered, "If you ask me, I might as well send troops to the Ming Dynasty.
Although our Ming Dynasty is large, not an inch of land is redundant.
I, Daming, need a larger living space. "
Dong Zhiwei rolled his eyes at Kong Er and ignored him.
Chen Xian, the Minister of Revenue, who was silent on the side, rubbed his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at Zhu Zaiming, waiting for the emperor's instructions.
With the unfolding of the First Five-Year Plan, the homeland of the Ming Dynasty was gradually recovered.
Restoring people's livelihood, infrastructure construction, industrial transformation...
Money is needed everywhere.
Chen Xian has been working continuously for several months this year. Looking at the electrocardiogram-like financial figures on the accounts of the Ministry of Accounts, he gradually relaxed his mind.
The construction of Ming Dynasty is a bottomless pit.
If Zhu Zaiming insists on sending troops, then construction will have to be postponed.
The military expenditures for three standing divisions and a naval fleet are not at the level of an ordinary army.
This is not the Ming army that is fully paid, but the Ming army that is fully paid and has the honor of joining the army.
Whether to join the First World War, whether to develop and build, or to send troops to fight, these ministers have no power to make a decision. They can only rely on His Majesty's decision.
Zhu Zaiming got up, went to the window and opened the curtains, looking at the quiet green plants outside, and listening to the annoying cicada cries.
He lowered the curtain and turned around to watch the ministers in the circle in front of the round table make their decision.
"Development is the last word."
One sentence set the tone for today's meeting.
Chen Xian took out a pen and notebook from his arms and started writing documents, preparing to send them to various ministries so that officials in each ministry could do their jobs with peace of mind.
Kong Er and Shen Yulong sighed with their heads buried in their chests.
"But..." Zhu Zaiming changed the topic, with a meaningful light in his eyes, and said: "The people of Europe are in dire straits, and I, the Ming Dynasty, can provide humanitarian assistance."
"Who told me that Da Ming is a beacon for mankind? This is our responsibility."
"But the price is..."
Humanitarian aid?
The ministers pondered these words carefully, and gradually their eyes lit up.
"Jiejiejie~"
There was a burst of slight laughter in the hall.
