Even if the country is destroyed, the enemy will not be left with a straw. These words are so loud and exciting that Molière and Gong Cheng were dumbfounded. Especially Gong Cheng, he discovered that the biggest flaw in the whole plan turned out to be King Shang Tai. How could young people be brainwashed like this by Xiao Letian?
"Your Majesty, you are stupid. You can leave green mountains without worrying about firewood. How can you be so reckless in governing the country..." Before Gong Cheng could finish his words, he saw a black shadow hit him in the face with a snap. At first glance, it was Jin Changsen who had thrown him. Here comes the official boots.
"Gong Cheng, you and I are at odds with each other..." The scolded Jin Shangshu bared his teeth and rushed towards him. Unfortunately, he was only a civil servant and could not reach Gong Cheng's side despite rushing several times.
King Shangtai shouted in the crowd, "My dear friends, think about it, why do the people of Ryukyu support us, why do the new army and the imperial army protect us? Isn't it because they see the righteous title on our heads? This is what our ancestors left behind." Sooner or later, the roll call points will be used up, and a good man will have to make a career of his own..."
"All the people support me and all the armies protect me. That's because I, King Shangtai, can give them hope, and it's because I, King Shangtai, can lead them to protect this country and protect everyone's good days... This is the king who was created by nature. the root cause.”
"Let me surrender, go to hell. If I, Shang Tai, become a bastard while watching the French massacre the new army and the people, our Ryukyu will be truly dead... That will be a heartbreaking death. .”
This time, even Molière and Bruce felt that the situation was getting tricky. Their plan was to use the lives of Ryukyu monarchs and ministers as meat tickets to threaten the entire kingdom to surrender to them. But now that King Shangtai is doing this, it may be counterproductive.
"Let's do it, Special Envoy. Since they want to die, we will give them a chance..." Bruce shouted.
"No... absolutely not. We in France cannot send troops or die in vain. We must get the dividends of the war. If King Shangtai and these ministers die, we are destined to get nothing..."
Molière's irritable belly was filled with smoke. "What we want is to conquer this kingdom. What we want is to colonize this place for a long time in the future. We can't establish a government to rule by ourselves. Even the collection of taxes must be done by Ryukyu." Officials will handle it..."
Just when he was struggling, suddenly several deafening cannons burst out from the sky above his head. The Qixingshan Fort and the Shuri Castle Fort finally opened fire after receiving the fireworks signal.
Liang Kun, who had an injured leg, leaned half of his body against the stone wall. He stretched out his head and cursed in the direction of the pier. Although the sound from the viewing platform could not be heard through the telescope, he could still guess with his heels.
"What did I say? What did I say? There can't be peace talks. You can't believe these bastards. What's going on now? Open the door and welcome the robbers. You are inviting the robbers in... Fire your guns at the enemy's warships. fire."
The coastal defense forts could only suppress the sea and had no way to deal with the enemies at the pier. These defenders were filled with rage and had nowhere to vent but could only pour firepower into the sea.
It was not only the fort garrison that was angry, but the New Army soldiers who had just left the city were also crazy at this time. When the colorful flares exploded in the sky, all the New Army, militia, and student soldiers were stunned.
In just a few seconds, there was a huge uproar in the team: "This is His Majesty's emergency flare. His Majesty is in distress. God, how could this happen? Is His Majesty in distress?"
Everyone knows that this kind of multicolored signal flare is the signal of the highest level of danger. Just like the residual blood flag, it is the beginning of a desperate counterattack. Once such a signal appears, all retreat orders will be invalidated. Either you die or I die.
In Ryukyu now, there is only one possibility for colorful flares to appear, and that is that King Shangtai has passed away.
"Your Majesty is dead, Your Majesty passed away... His Majesty asked the French to kill him..." This is the only voice in the whole city now.
"Go back... fight back... kill these foreign devils." The soldiers rushed back like crazy, and in the end they didn't even care about the formation.
The people and the imperial guards who had just persuaded the new army to leave the city still didn't understand what was going on. Their jaws dropped as they watched the new army go and come back with their mouths open.
"You, you, you... why are you back again..." Those old men, women and children reacted so slowly that they still don't understand the situation.
The running soldiers looked at these well-intentioned civilians who had done bad things, and wanted to curse each and every one of them, but looking at their cowardly expressions and kind eyes, they couldn't say anything dirty.
"You...hey..." The soldiers couldn't say anything except a long sigh.
Naha has now turned into a violent whirlpool. King Shangtai on the dock is the eye of the storm. Although it is calm and there is no killing, it controls the rhythm of the entire war.
Under Molière's order, the Japanese samurai and some French soldiers in red used tachi and bayonets to control King Shangtai and his men. They were not allowed to hurt but were not allowed to escape.
The remaining three hundred French troops quickly formed three shooting positions around the viewing platform. Except for the side near the sea, which was undefended, shooting shelters with piles of debris were erected in the north, south and east.
"Soldiers, hold your position, reinforcements from the sea are about to arrive...Repulse the attack of these barbarians, and let the French flag be planted all over the world..."
"Long live the Emperor, long live France." The French army, which had won the first battle, was full of momentum.
At this time, the warships on the sea also began to cruise. One after another, sampans were lowered, and the French soldiers sitting on them began to paddle. Amidst the neat chants, there were actually fifty or sixty small boats riding the wind and waves towards the dock. Rush away.
Liang Kun on the fort was going crazy. He was holding a telescope in one hand and pointed at the sea with one hand, "Don't worry about the French warships... Blow up the soldiers who landed... Quick, quick, quick..."
The coastal defense cannon began to adjust its muzzle. After the roar, white waves surged into the sky. Two small boats were overturned in mid-air. The corpses of the French soldiers in red floated on the sea like floating water ghosts.
This is the most difficult battle to seize the beach and land. Without strategic deception, we can only rely on flesh and blood to move forward. Such a war cannot be carried out unless we are elite.
"Disperse... the whole army disperses... Warriors, speed up, we will be safe if we rush through the barrage coverage area... The special envoy and the general have promised that all the wealth of this city belongs to you..."
"Long live." The soldiers paddled harder without fear, and the distance between the already sparse fleet was now even wider.
Artillery shells poured into the sea one after another, but they still could not stop the rhythm of the French landing. Only then did people know the heritage of the old empire, and the quality of these soldiers was so admirable.
Molière looked at the small boats that were blown over one after another. He was heartbroken and bleeding. Finally he couldn't bear it anymore. "Asshole, Shangtai, do you want your life? Immediately order the fort to stop bombing...otherwise I will We will massacre the city."
"Threatening me, haha... Just dream, I'll wait for you to kill me. On the way to hell, I can hold my chest high and see the people who died in battle. Even if I die, I will still be the majestic Lord of Ryukyu."
"Okay, okay, you are cruel enough..." Molière changed his palms in several positions. He almost gave the order to shoot, but in the end he still held back.
"Don't think that you can get rid of my control if you are not afraid of death. Let me tell you the truth, my script is absolutely not allowed to be rewritten." After Molière finished his harsh words, he never ignored King Shang Tai again.
Molière was cursing in his heart, "Damn it, don't you want to be our puppet? You have no choice. When I slaughter a city, when I kill all the rebels, I will deal with you personally. High dose." Morphine, the top opium, I heard that someone is currently developing something called heroin..."
"King Shang Tai, just wait for me, and I will train you to be like a dog, a drug-addicted dog that grovels and wags its tail to beg for mercy."
At this time, Moliere tore off all the gentleman's pretense. He shouted at General Bruce, "Send the order. In the name of the French Emperor, I will give this city to the brave soldiers... Massacre the city, massacre the city."
The beast-like roar ignited the fighting spirit of the beast soldiers, and the most primitive desires beat in their blood. All the soldiers preparing for war shouted in unison, "Massacre the city, massacre the city, massacre the city..."
Suddenly there was a loud sound of footsteps amidst the howls of wolves. The returning New Army finally arrived before the French reinforcements landed. Their guns were loaded with bullets, and the battle was about to break out.
The open space on the pier was already covered with corpses. The miserable scene made all the soldiers furious. Without the officer's order, they picked up Spencer and started shooting.
"No... Look... His Majesty is still alive. His Majesty has been captured alive." The leading officer shouted to stop the soldiers from shooting, but the French army could not control that much. They were facing the New Army's shooting position. Intensive gunfire, smoke and bullets poured over like rain.
Bang bang bang... The soldiers hit by bullets turned around several times. The officer who rushed to the front was hit by five bullets in the chest. He pressed the bayonet in his hand against the stone floor to barely support himself.
"What kind of bad war is this... What kind of bad war is this... Prime Minister... Why don't you come back..." Another round of volleys was fired while gasping, and the stubborn soldier fell in a pool of blood and died with his eyes open.
King Shangtai went crazy. He cried bitterly in the crowd and shouted, "Fight, don't worry about me...Fight, you should fight. Have you forgotten the Prime Minister's military order? Damn it, why do you care about me..."
"Shoot, shoot me... Even if I die, I will not be a burden to you..." King Shangtai had never cried like this in his life. He felt as if the tears were pouring out from his heart.
"Everyone will die one day, and the worst case scenario is that we will all perish together. I gave up this country, and I also gave up my life today... If we fight, we will die together."
At that moment, the king's roar even overwhelmed the gunshots on the battlefield. At that moment, the new army knew that the colorful signal flare was King Shangtai's determination to kill him.
"Open fire...fight them...kill one to get enough, kill two to earn one...the new army attacks."
Amidst the roar, countless warriors in light blue uniforms formed a wave and rushed towards the French. The French troops in red uniforms formed an indestructible line of defense like lava erupted from an undersea volcano.
This is a confrontation between water and fire. This is a challenge launched by the unwilling Eastern civilization to the powerful West. Success and failure not only determine the gain or loss of an island, nor the fate of an island country.
If this battle is won, the morale of Eastern civilization will be greatly strengthened, and Xiao Letian will naturally be on the wave.
If this battle is lost, Western civilization will inevitably gain momentum and its pace of colonizing the world will be unstoppable.
