Gong Cheng's eyes almost narrowed into a thin line, his heart was beating dully, and sweat was dripping down his back. He spoke subconsciously.
"This is...this is why Your Majesty personally rushed to the streets of Naha to comfort the people. This is what Xiao Letian taught Your Majesty." Gong Cheng asked stutteringly.
King Shangtai just nodded and had no time to talk to him anymore. Cai Hao, Fan Jian and others also stopped talking, because at this time the French fleet was very close to the dock, and people could even see the special envoy Molière. The ribbon fluttering on the chest.
Gong Cheng clenched his fists so tightly that his palms were sweating. He secretly went crazy in his heart, "This group of people can't stay. I thought it was just a coincidence that they quelled the rice riots. I didn't expect to do this." There is actually a theory behind this decision."
"Oh my god, is Xiao Letian a monster? How old is he? How can he reach the stage where he can make good deeds and perform good deeds? Is he worthy?"
"Damn it, damn it, I'm so angry..."
Gong Cheng is now full of sour water that is about to boil. The acid gas that is stronger than acetic acid is sprayed out from his seven orifices. Why did he bring Britain and France against the Manchu and Qing Dynasties? In fact, the root cause is lack of ambition. He My father wanted to be a member of the Imperial Academy but was not successful, and he himself wanted to be a high official and the court did not give him a chance.
This kind of jealous literati is very jealous, and they naturally hate those who are better than themselves.
Chinese literati have been paying attention to words and deeds since ancient times. Xiao Letian is now the prime minister of Ryukyu, and the Manchu and Qing Dynasties did not dare to offend him even to death. Even Zeng Guofan and others admire Xiao Letian. If a Japanese official has been appointed to this position, he has already done it. It is a great achievement.
Let's talk about Li Yan again. Xiao Letian is a great master of Western learning who wrote "The Journey to the West", but you, Gong Cheng, have nothing but nothing. How can you not be jealous?
Especially now, when Gong Cheng discovered that Xiao Letian actually inserted a sea-fixing needle into the court and people of Ryukyu, the sourness became even stronger.
Others can't understand Xiao Letian's plan, but Gong Cheng can see it clearly. Everything Xiao Letian said can be called a 'political program'. This is a banner to unite people's hearts. What is he going to do? Improving Ryukyu politics is all the work of the sub-sages.
"You Xiao Letian, you bastard, do you actually dare to establish a new value system in Asia? You actually want to teach monarchs and ministers all over the world how to be kings and how to be ministers. You actually want to reshape the concept of country and nation."
"Oh my God, you want to compete with Confucius and Mencius. If I, Gong Cheng, let you succeed, I will jump into the Pacific Ocean and commit suicide."
Xiao Letian didn't say anything about making good deeds and meritorious deeds, but now he can actually do good deeds. This is terrible. Do you want to be a saint for thousands of years? Be a King of Ryukyu and see what harm Xiao Letian has done to you.
The majestic king of a country actually went to a refugee camp, poured water for the elderly, and even helped the sick with meals. He even carried the injured children on his back when he was told to carry them.
Looking at the ministers of Ryukyu and the new army, they were so different and abnormal. Gong Cheng had never seen such a court without superiority and inferiority in his life.
King Shangtai was pretending to be among the refugees, so how could those ministers still do it? Gong Cheng even saw the minister holding an ax to help chop wood for the wounded soldiers camp, and his hands were so tired that they were covered in blisters.
As for the performance of the New Army, it is impossible to look at it. It is estimated that except for the Yuejia Army and Xiliu Camp in history, there is no army with such strict military discipline.
The moral character Xiao Letian also did it. The ways of being a king, a way of serving a minister, and a way of serving as an army that he instilled have directly affected the way of serving the people of Ryukyu. If Xiao Letian is given time, Ryukyu will be in the future. What has become.
"No, no, no..." Gong Cheng clenched his fists and secretly felt cruel in his heart, "I will never give you this opportunity. I'm determined to sell this Ryukyu. If you want to be a saint, just have your big dream..."
It seems that Gong Cheng not only likes to betray his country, but his other biggest hobby is jealousy of talents and talents. He is the one who suffers from the late stage of pink eye.
Gong Cheng's back teeth were clattering loudly, and the fire of jealousy was almost burning him. At this moment, a low cry came from the pier. It turned out that the French sampan had touched the pier.
Countless Imperial Guards, as well as the onlookers, cast their hateful eyes on this group of lobster soldiers wearing red military uniforms. This group of executioners massacred many people in Ryukyu, and today five or six of them came ashore to sign the agreement. .
The rifles in the hands of the soldiers were almost boiling with water. If there were no bullets in the chamber, they might not be able to restrain their impulse and pull the trigger.
The people who were watching also became restless. In this unprecedented bombing, no family members or friends died. Gradually, the crowd began to lose control of their pace and squeezed forward.
"Stay back, stay back... Stop crowding. This is an armistice agreement, not a war agreement. Anyone who impulsively ruins the signature will be the sinner of Ryukyu..."
"Fathers and fellow villagers, please don't be impulsive, please don't be impulsive...Two steps back, two steps back..."
With the imperial guards' persuasion, although the crowd was agitated, order was eventually maintained. Although there were many looks of hatred, it did not break out.
Special envoy Molière was the first to board the trestle. Stepping on the solid wooden trestle, Molière was in high spirits, wearing a black dress with a ribbon and medal on his chest.
"Oh, sir, the special envoy is well. I wish you well..." Shuigou was the first to rush over, bowed a thousand times, and carefully wiped off a stain on the special envoy's trousers.
"Please this way, please this way..." Under the guidance of the water dog, Major General Bruce and three hundred French soldiers tied up the sampan and jumped onto the trestle and began to line up to the dock.
The current Naha Port has long been a dead port. The previous scene of people gathering for dinner has disappeared. One-third of the empty trestle has been blown up, leaving enough for these sampans to dock.
The neatly lined up French soldiers raised their chins proudly and started walking towards the signing table, as if they were going to start the military parade in advance. However, as soon as they stepped onto the stone road at the pier, they were stopped by Cai Hao and his imperial guards. .
"According to the agreement, we need to check your guns. You can bring rifles ashore, but you must not bring ammunition..." Cai Mao said coldly.
Molière glanced at Cai Mao coldly, and was too lazy to answer. He just tilted his head and pouted at Major General Bruce.
"Everyone...stand at attention...hold your rifles..." As Bruce roared, three hundred French soldiers snapped their rifle bayonets and rushed to their chests. The uniform momentum shocked the hearts of the people around them. .
Sure enough, they deserve the title of the strongest army. This is just a group of troops recruited from the Indian colonies, but their military quality is no less than that of the new army. Sure enough, the military spirit of the Napoleonic era is still there.
At this time, the traitor Gong Cheng also came over, "Look, just watch... I said that the French are trustworthy and you still doubt it. You are really a villain. But I remind you that it is the rule of both parties not to bring ammunition. This We also have to check the rifles in the hands of the Guardsmen at the meeting."
Cai Mao glared at him, did not answer, and just asked the soldiers from his security company to rush forward and start spot checks. Time was tight and it was impossible for 300 people to check them all. Four or five out of ten would be enough to keep them busy for a while.
The rifles carried by the soldiers Molière recruited this time were the Dresser single-shot breech-loading rifles second only to Mauser in Europe at that time. It was very simple to check. You could check whether there were bullets by pulling the bolt.
After checking the gun bolt and then sticking to the soldier, countless soldiers from the guard company touched it from head to toe. They almost took off the French soldier's boots, but they didn't find a bullet.
Half an hour later, the guard company commander ran to General Cai Mao and stood at attention, saluting, "Report to the general, no ammunition found."
"Suspicious yellow people, you relied on this kind of caution to lead to failure. In 67 years we were able to set foot on the land of Beijing City, and today we can set foot on the land of Shuri City. Your Asian world is very important to us white people. It's undefended..." Molière glanced at Cai Mao contemptuously and walked towards King Shangtai.
"Hey, hey... Special Envoy, you haven't checked the imperial guards yet..." Gong Cheng chased after him flatteringly.
Molière waved his hand, "No, I can trust you, and I can even trust the battleships and artillery on the sea. If anything happens to me, I think all the hundreds of thousands of people in Naha will be buried under me."
Arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant beyond measure, Molière was worthy of being the captain of the bodyguard beside Napoleon III. He was a knight given by the Emperor of France himself. The pride and arrogance in his heart were all learned from Napoleon III. Otherwise, he would not be in the Paris aristocratic circle. Li Du suspected that he had a homosexual relationship with the emperor.
King Shangtai looked at Molière, who was nearly two meters tall and looked like a giant, and subconsciously shrank back. But after thinking about Xiao Letian's fighting form under Shuri City, he bravely pushed forward.
"Mr. Special Envoy, do you have any objections to the draft that Gong Cheng brought to you?" The young Wang's voice was trembling a little, but Molière did not answer him directly.
Moliere carefully looked at the strange clothes on King Shangtai, and finally bowed to His Majesty. After all, this is a king recognized by the laws of all countries, and he must still have the respect he deserves.
"Good morning Your Majesty, before signing the agreement, I suggest that our French soldiers conduct a military parade. I hope that the respected king can take a look at what the European army is like... What Xiao Letian provides you is nothing but... With the advanced training methods and tactics, I regret to tell you that your choice is wrong.”
There was naturally a French translator behind King Shangtai. After hearing this sentence, the surrounding Ryukyu ministers looked at each other as if they had chewed gall.
Arrogant, so damn arrogant, several angry ministers wanted to retort, but when they saw the murderous French warships on the sea from the corner of their eyes, everyone swallowed their words.
"The Prime Minister is right, justice is only within the range of cannons. If we in Ryukyu also have a navy, why would we let people block their doors and bomb them?"
