The scene was completely silent. The psychological pressure brought by the tall and tall Molière to the Ryukyu monarchs and ministers was huge. Of course, the greater pressure came from the battleships at sea, especially the three-story shooting deck battleship Glorious. This is the most powerful weapon that mankind can create in the 19th century.
Strategic weapon, this name sounds grand. Although everyone does not know why Xiao Letian invented so many new terms, this does not affect everyone's understanding.
Battleships and cruisers, the ultimate weapons in the age of sail, are proper strategic weapons. Even if a fleet is not fighting, as long as it is placed in a certain sea area, it can bring huge pressure to geopolitics, just like after World War II. The same is true for the US Aircraft Carrier Combat Corps.
Blocking waterways, bombing offshore ports, landing on beaches...there are countless tactics to choose from, while his enemies can only tremble under the threat of artillery fire.
The same goes for King Shangtai today. What he sees in his eyes is the huge figure of the battleship, and what he thinks about is the knowledge Xiao Letian once taught. Today he has received a big lesson that combines theory and practice, but it feels a bit... cruel.
Gong Cheng also ran up to the high platform at this time. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat. "Your Majesty, we are a country of etiquette after all. Since the guest has made this request, it is not unreasonable. You see..."
At this time, King Shangtai had no choice. He just hoped to finish this ceremony as soon as possible and send away these Western evil gods as soon as possible. As for the rest, he couldn't care about anything else.
"Okay, let's go through the military parade first, and then sign... Everything depends on Mr. Special Envoy..." The young Wang's tone was full of helplessness.
The high viewing platform is filled with mahogany seats. The expeditionary force's photographer has set up a tripod in the corner, and the camera frequently presses the shutter to record every classic moment.
The French envoy sat on the left hand side of King Shangtai. The proud knight had a bit of a gentlemanly demeanor, and even nodded and thanked the maid serving tea. This had to be photographed.
King Shang Tai's face was very ugly, his expression was stiff and his body was unnatural. He had to take a picture of this. Why, you Ryukyu Imperial Guards wouldn't let him. Who told you that cameras are soul-capturing monsters? How did Xiao Letian teach him.
Hey, Jin Changsen and Cai Mao had a verbal conflict. This is a historical event and must be recorded...
The French army photographer sensitively captured the moment of every scenic spot at the venue. He knew that this was a moment to record history, and any inconspicuous place may become a precious archive a hundred years later.
Jin Changsen and Cai Mao really got into a quarrel. In the corner at the back edge of the auditorium, two Ryukyu ministers, one civil and one military, were arguing about something in lowered voices.
"Jin Changsen, do you not believe in His Majesty's Royal Guards? Who gave you the right to temporarily deploy defenses? Do you want to rebel?"
"Cai Mao, don't blame me. How could I not believe in His Majesty's Imperial Guards? What I don't believe are those Imperial Guards who have been brainwashed by the New Army. Don't forget the assassination that just happened. How dare you guarantee that you won't stop for a while?" There will be another madman."
Cai Hao had veins popping on his forehead, "You, you, you...you don't believe me anymore. Do you think I will betray His Majesty..."
"I have never said that, but the civil servants do not believe you, and His Majesty may also have doubts about you... Shimazu Dairo, immediately take over the defense around the viewing platform..."
Jin Changsen really had no time to argue with Cai Mao. He waved his hand and Shimazu Dalang rushed up behind him.
Today, Shimazu Dairo is not wearing the uniform of the new army. He has restored the traditional dress of a Japanese samurai, with a rattling armor and a tachi sword inserted crosswise at his waist. The only thing that is not harmonious is Shimazu Dairo. He actually carries a Spencer on his back, which makes him look a bit post-modern in a time-traveling way.
Shimazu Dairo has gathered the most elite samurai under his command. A hundred warriors in ancient costumes are competing with the Ryukyu Guardsmen. They are trying their best to squeeze a way out of the ranks of the Ryukyu Guardsmen.
"Hai...please give me the order, Mr. Jin." Shimazu Dalang bowed ninety degrees with an extremely humble attitude.
At that moment, Jin Changsen suddenly thought of the era of Japanese colonization. At that time, Japanese samurai had never been so humble. He had never seen a Japanese samurai, especially a samurai who was a blood relative of the Shimadzu family, salute the Ryukyu monarchs and ministers.
It was so refreshing. At that moment, Jin Changsen felt as if he had drank ice and snow water on a June day. His whole body felt refreshed. Look, back then, even retainers like Kayama Rigen and Takenaka Inoue would not salute him. But today, the Shimadzu family All the blood warriors are extremely respectful to me. This is the magic of power.
Jin Changsen may have long forgotten who these dignity came from.
"Cai Mao, General Cai, your majesty is on the stage. Do you really think that your majesty did not acquiesce in what I did? Do you really think that the French would be so relieved to let the Royal Guards surround the special envoy? Please wake up. Gong Cheng had already talked to us last night. An agreement has been reached, the security work around the viewing platform must be handed over to the Shimadzu family samurai."
Cai Mao stammered angrily, "You...you...are you crazy? It has only been two years since you forgot the feud between the Shimadzu family and us. You would rather trust the Japanese than your own people..."
"That's enough. I found that your Cai Hao's head is full of stones. Why are you so stubborn and ineffective? To govern a country, you need to be flexible. The situation between ourselves and the enemy is also changing at any time. Enemies back then may not be able to become friends now..."
"Have you forgotten all about what happened yesterday? A group of Japanese wild samurai, who had been brainwashed by the New Army for a year, dared to rush up and assassinate the envoy. Those Imperial Guards still dared to sidetrack me. Do you think I am blind, Suzuki? Until Tai and Xue Ying were caught, the Imperial Guards didn’t even punch them..."
"Who do you want us to believe? Which of you do you want His Majesty to believe?" Jin Changsen's scolding left Cai Mao speechless, but King Shangtai did not look back until this moment. Cai Hao knew that King Shangtai would definitely listen to this argument from beginning to end. Cleared.
Your Majesty, what is wrong with you? You are abandoning the new army, you are abandoning the Prime Minister. Cai Mao is so distressed that he is bleeding, but your life is in jeopardy.
Jin Changsen smiled coldly, "Okay, don't hold on to your illusions. Let the brothers get out of the way. The military parade is about to begin..."
Shimazu Dairo put down his lower pocket, and the ferocious devil-faced pocket appeared in front of everyone. With a wave of his hand, a hundred warriors rushed forward, smashing the originally orderly imperial forest army into pieces.
Gong Cheng, who was sitting on the stage, did not look back. He listened to the quarrel behind him and smiled with his mouth crooked. It felt so good to see the Ryukyu monarchs and ministers jumping up and down under his baton.
In the end, Shimazu Dairo and his more than a hundred warriors successfully took over the defense around the viewing platform, while the Imperial Guards who were originally on the first cordon were expelled to the second line of defense. They were getting closer and closer to King Shangtai. Far.
At this time, the people watching suddenly booed in unison. It turned out that at this moment, the three hundred French soldiers, arranged in three square formations, had begun to stand still, and they were ready for the military parade.
"One, two, one...one, two, one...walk in unison..."
The lineup of this military parade was really luxurious. It was Major General Bruce who was walking at the front. The photographer quickly clicked the shutter. He also knew that this was the major general trying to flatter the special envoy. How could he dare to neglect it.
The world's strongest army is truly unique and proud. Although their formation is not very neat, the perseverance in their steps and the murderous look in their eyes cannot be deceived.
"Veterans, these are all veterans. They rolled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They looked at people with eyes focused on their vital points. I guess all they were thinking about was how to kill them with one move..."
"Children, you can see clearly. These are the enemies who bombed our Ryukyu Islands. They are still showing off their military parades. Well, you will remember this hatred for the rest of your life..."
"Executioner, get out...shh..."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and finally they only came together into one sentence. Ten thousand people shouted one sentence: "Executioner, get out... Executioner, get out..."
Major General Bruce did not understand Chinese, but he also knew that it was not a good thing to say. His hands holding the command knife were sweating, and he cursed in his heart, "Damn yellow-skinned monkeys, if we have another hundred meters, we will let you know what it means." I regret it.”
Molière, who was sitting on the viewing platform, was also a little nervous. He twisted his back involuntarily, as if to relieve the embarrassment, and suddenly said to His Majesty next to him, "Your Majesty, these veterans have all participated in the Kerry Army." In the Mianya War, they bravely defeated the arrogant Russian soldiers, and they were also victorious in French colonies around the world."
"The British navy is the strongest in the world, and our French army is the strongest in the century. If Ryukyu wants to join the ranks of civilized countries, it should not learn from the decadent and lonely Manchus, nor should it listen to a few Asian liars. The temptation... If His Majesty is willing, our French instructors can definitely help Ryukyu train a powerful army."
King Shangtai looked at the rolling red phalanx and the cold light on the bayonet. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill surged up in his heart. The smell of danger and conspiracy entangled like a ghost.
Almost subconsciously, King Shangtai wanted to leave here, but at this time, Jin Changsen, who had returned, suddenly spoke and interrupted this premonition of King Shangtai.
"Oh, is the French government interested in helping Ryukyu train its army? I wonder if it can sell us some warships." Jin Changsen took over the conversation before he could even sit down.
Sitting at the same time as him was Cai Mao. General Cai looked at him as if he were an idiot, "Jin Changsen, you are dreaming. Don't forget what the Prime Minister said. Battleships and cruisers are the weapons of the country and they will be sold to you." .”
Before Jin Changsen could speak, Special Envoy Molière said, "Sell it, why not sell it? France has always had models of battleships and cruisers for export. Since you can afford the money, why don't we sell them."
Cai Mao was speechless and had nothing to say. He did not expect Molière to answer like this. This unexpected quarrel successfully interfered with King Shangtai's direct actions, and the young king lost his last chance to escape.
