Boom boom boom... There was a sudden burst of fire on the sea, and the powerful recoil of the artillery shook the entire battleship. There were waves on the sea, and even the fish on the bottom of the sea scattered in shock.
This bombing was well-prepared and unprepared. All the salvos fired by French warships before were probably not as effective as this one. At that time, the people in Naha City had all hid in refugee camps in the mountains. All the French bombings were Empty houses and limited garrison.
Today, when tens of thousands of people are shouting to fight the French army desperately, the battleship's giant cannon finally found an opportunity. Do you still need to aim at such a crowded carpet? Let's blast it open.
One round after another, the artillery shells smashed into the crowd. The high-explosive shells instantly lifted up countless pieces of soil, bricks, and corpses. Metal fragments flew in the air, and the violent air waves knocked down the crowds one after another. .
"Explode, explode, explode... aim at the point, shoot freely... protect our army..." The commanders on the battleship were all crazy, and they were giving crazy commands on the deck.
"Raise the sails... raise the sails immediately... Be careful of the counterattack from Ryukyu Fort... Oh, it probably won't happen. Now King Shangtai is under our control... God bless France."
The sea was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the dock was already a massacre. At the bottom of the overturned boat of the Third Army, boxes after boxes of oilcloth were wrapped in ammunition.
The French soldiers used bayonets to cut open the oilcloth and pry open the wooden boards. The yellow bullets dazzled everyone. In this era, bullets were evolving from separate parts to whole bodies. Fixed bullets have always been very high-end, and Molière was obviously such a tall knight, and these bullets were all metal fixed-loading bullets.
"Hahaha... What a good thing, soldiers, these are not paper bullets, these are brass bullets... Open them up and shoot." In the officer's roar, handfuls of bullets were stuffed into everyone's ammunition Bag.
Soon the Dreiser rifle opened fire, and a dense rain of bullets rushed towards the frantic crowd. Although this breech-loaded needle-punching single-shot rifle did not have the rate of fire of the Spencer, its power and range were much higher than those of the Spencer. The soldiers and civilians who broke through the artillery bombardment were mowed down like leeks.
Bodies lay scattered all over the ground, blood flowed like a stream, and painful wails could be heard endlessly. Among the piles of corpses, a seriously injured person could be seen struggling to climb, trying to escape from this hell on earth.
Bang bang bang... After a few gunshots, the seriously wounded who tried to escape were killed on the ground. The French Third Corps lined up in two long shooting formations, turned from the dock and went straight to the viewing platform to press over.
No one discovered that this group of French soldiers not only hid countless ammunition in the boat, they also hid several military drums. It was this small military drum that inspired French soldiers to dominate Europe. During the Napoleonic era, the red lobsters When the military drums sound, this group of proud soldiers will automatically go berserk.
European military drums are completely different from ancient Chinese military drums. Ancient Chinese military drums were basically used to boost morale, while the military drums of the musket era were used to control the pace and shooting frequency of military formations. When the sound rings, the most brutal queuing and shooting game begins.
"Forward...shoot...shoot...shoot..." Under the commander's saber, the French military formation originally equipped with rifled guns took on the flavor of the musket era.
Under the double blow of bayonets and rifle fire, the Imperial Guards died in rows and rows. Those unyielding souls stared at the sky with wide eyes. They could not understand until their death why the battle ended like this.
"Your Majesty, surrender. This is your only way out. Are you going to watch your subjects die like this? This is not the behavior of your wise king. Isn't this what your Asian values advocate." Molière stared at Shangtai. The king is like a mouse playing with a cat.
Gong Cheng also started to beat the gong and said, "Your Majesty, those who know the current affairs are heroes. Since Ryukyu has been able to endure humiliation in the hands of the Japanese for more than two hundred years, what if it is replaced by the French now? It will not cause any harm to you. First of all, In the end, Licheng still belongs to your Shang family."
The young king was now feeling dizzy, and his ministers were crowding around him. The Confucian ministers who had taught him respectfully in the past were now as frightened as soft-footed shrimps.
In the past, the important ministers who had been teaching His Majesty that this was not possible and that this was wrong, those Confucian ministers who seemed to understand the truth about the operation of the universe, were all softened now. They stared at King Shangtai with humble and pitiful eyes. Their meaning was too clear, that is, to stay alive. .
"Hehe...hehehe..." King Shangtai felt that the scenery in front of him was spinning like a revolving lantern, and his ears were buzzing with the sound of chirping.
"Be calm in every big event... No matter how dangerous the situation is, there will be a breakthrough... If the situation really reaches an irreversible point, then think about what you can gain and what you will lose by surrendering humbly..."
Xiao Letian's voice came to mind. When Shang's father was in Shuri Castle, he had many conversations with the young Wang Bingzhuye. There were wild rumors about Xiao Letian's promiscuous palace, but King Shangtai knew that those rumors were actually nothing. .
How can people make progress and how can they improve themselves? After all, the most important thing is to look at pressure. Only when a person encounters huge pressure can he know how big his potential is.
The chaos in King Shangtai's thinking only lasted for a few minutes, and he didn't know what kind of power made him calm down again. He looked around at the frightened ministers lying on the ground, biting his molar teeth and cursed.
"Look at your appearance. Is this how you used to be? How could you say that Mount Tai collapsed before but your appearance remained unchanged? Now that Mount Tai has not collapsed, you have all become soft-footed shrimps...stand up for me."
"Things that don't open their eyes won't bandage General Cai Hao's wounds."
King Shangtai's scolding shocked the ministers. The crowd in the chaos often subconsciously choose to follow the strongest. People looked at the young king with incredible eyes. For the first time, they felt the narrowness of King Shangtai. His shoulders actually became a bit stalwart.
Cai Hao tore off his own clothes and bandaged the wound with a smile, "Your Majesty scolded well, scolded happily. Today you really have a bit of the majesty of a king. The dragon trapped in the shallows is a dragon, not an insect..."
King Shang Tai stared at Molière with his eyes, and his tone suddenly became extremely calm, "What difference does it make if I surrender or not? What difference does it make to Ryukyu's final outcome."
"As you said, the French are here to avenge your emperor. You want to show your military power to the world, so what you want is not compensation and contracts at all. What you want is killing."
"Maybe I, King Shangtai, can save my life, but you will not let go of the new Ryukyu army. You will not let go of any of the soldiers who resisted you on the battlefield... What you want is just massacre. , am I right?"
Listening to King Shangtai's shouts, Gong Cheng sighed regretfully, "It doesn't matter if it's right or not. Your Majesty, can you still care about others now? Isn't the most important thing for you right now is to live? You don't want the Kingdom of Ryukyu anymore."
"Shut up... you rebellious..." King Shang Tai scolded with tears in his eyes, and Gong Cheng was so frightened that he unconsciously took two steps back.
"Do you want me to watch the French massacre their own subjects and remain indifferent? What is a king? You tell me what a king and his subjects are. I, King Shangtai, carry the responsibility of a country on my shoulders. What I do must be for the benefit of all the people of this country." Responsible."
"The ones who only know how to enjoy themselves are the Manchu Tatars, not our Ryukyu royal family. Gong Cheng, let me tell you, my country was founded in the early Ming Dynasty. It is a vassal state personally granted by Taizu. I am not a barbarian from outside the customs. I have Wearing Chinese clothes.”
Gong Cheng couldn't say a word, Chinese clothes, and Taizu's title. These two words were as heavy as a mountain. Gong Cheng even turned pale. What is Ming Dynasty? No matter what these scholars said on the surface, in their hearts they still thought The Ming Dynasty is the righteousness of China.
Taizu's personal seal gave the Ryukyu Kingdom a bit more history, and even Frenchmen like Molière and Bruce became awe-inspiring unconsciously.
It was in the 14th century that Ryukyu officially became the Ming Dynasty and accepted the powerful civilization of mainland China. At that time, the dawn of the Renaissance had just emerged in Europe.
Molière knew that King Shangtai was arming himself with dignity. He was using Ryukyu's five-hundred-year history to encourage himself. This young king was really a hero.
Lin Yuanmiao seemed to have met King Shangtai for the first time, and tears fell like rain. "Okay, okay, Ryukyu has finally found a heroic leader after five hundred years of rule. I can follow such a wise king. It's worth it..."
At this point, Lin Yuanmiao suddenly roared like crazy, and threw his body straight into the jungle of bayonets: "There is no country in the world that is not immortal, and there is no king that is not immortal... Since the emperor has the ambition to defend the country and the country, I will pave the way for His Majesty..." …”
"Don't kill him." Molière exclaimed subconsciously, and the French soldier who was facing Lin Yuanmiao hurriedly deflected his bayonet. As a result, the sword missed the vital point, but penetrated deeply into the Ministry of Finance Minister's chest. shoulder blade.
"Ah, Your Majesty... Now that you have seen through their wolfish ambitions... then don't hesitate... Let's fight to the end." Lin Yuanmiao spat blood and froth from his mouth.
The red-coated soldier drew back his rifle and kicked hard. Lin Yuanmiao was kicked back into the crowd. King Shangtai supported the injured veteran and glared at him.
"No matter what I do, I can't change the current situation of hungry wolves eating people, and I will never let you massacre my people, hahaha... Even if I let you, you can't succeed. The new ones trained by the Prime Minister The army has its own pride..."
After saying this, King Shangtai took out a yellow phosphorus-headed firework from his sleeve, pinched off the wax seal and waved it in the wind, and the colorful firework soared into the sky.
"In Ryukyu, only my monk father is qualified to use this kind of multi-colored signal bomb... As soon as this signal is sent out, the Ryukyu Kingdom will be divided into north and south, and people, old and young, will share the same hatred and break up with the enemy here."
"Ryukyu has been a country for five hundred years, but it ends here today... Even if Ryukyu is destroyed, I won't leave you a straw."
