Molière was committing violence on the auditorium, and the crowd of people charging under the auditorium of the New Army had been blown to pieces. Under the subsequent rain of French bullets, the charging military formation could no longer maintain the pressure on the enemy. It was not until King Shangtai and others were given the order to retreat that the unwilling New Army soldiers finally retreated.
"Retreat quickly...leave us alone...retreat so that you can continue to kill the enemy while you are alive..."
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." Morrie cursed and smashed the butt of the gun. In the end, even King Shang Tai was hit in the forehead by the butt of the gun, and red blood was already flowing down.
"Protect His Majesty, fight with them..." There were more than twenty ministers on the viewing platform, how could they just watch their king being beaten in vain.
They struggled to block the butt of Molière's gun. Lin Yuanmiao and Jin Changsen even grabbed the gun body and fought back and forth. In the chaos, King Shangtai's strength exploded. He rushed forward and punched Molière in the eye socket.
"Asshole, are you all blind? Smash it with me..." Molière, who was in pain, gave the order, and the soldiers around him picked up their rifle butts and smashed them all over their heads and faces.
Shame is simply a shame that cannot be washed away for a century. In the process of Europe's conquest of Asia, such a phenomenon of monarchs and ministers has not appeared. Even if the British and French forces burned down the Old Summer Palace six years ago, for the palace ministers who stayed in Beijing, It hasn't come to this.
"You have seen it. You have finally seen it. How do these Europeans treat us? Where is your hope? Where is the peace you are talking about? Tell me where they are." King Shangtai parried the butt of his gun. Attack, shouting at his ministers.
No one could answer this question. The strong sense of shame made these civil servants feel extremely regretful. If they had known they would encounter such humiliation, they would rather die with their country than agree to any bullshit peace negotiations.
The hardwood gun butt made a clanging sound when it hit the person's body. Gong Cheng frowned and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk... What's the trouble? What's the trouble? I've said it a long time ago. In the future, foreigners in the world will be Boss, it’s not that you don’t listen or that you don’t believe... He who knows the current affairs is a hero, why bother, why bother..."
In the midst of this chaos, the scattered sampans on the sea finally broke through the death zone of the shore defense artillery and successfully rushed to the edge of the trestle.
"Well done...the warriors of the empire will immediately use the company and platoon as the basic combat unit to seize Qixing Mountain and attack all the coastal defense forts." General Bruce is a very pure soldier. He did not get involved in the game against the Ryukyu monarchs. , all he could see was the ever-changing battlefield situation.
There are more than a thousand French soldiers who landed this time. In addition to the previous three hundred sneak attack troops and the more than one thousand landing troops in Kunigami Village, the number of French troops who have successfully landed on the main island of Ryukyu has now exceeded two thousand.
Xiao Letian's new army only had more than a thousand people in the training department in more than a year. After adding the original more than a thousand imperial guards and the hundreds of naval troops in Cai Mao's hands, the French now have a military advantage. has been highlighted.
Yes, there are militia groups and student soldiers in Ryukyu, but wars in this era are destined to be a stage for regular troops and veterans. One veteran plays a far greater role on the battlefield than ten recruits.
Under the cover of French artillery, these soldiers began to infiltrate the city with companies and platoons as basic units. They were extremely experienced and cooperated with each other in cross-fire. The 33 action team infiltrated and began to clear the battlefield room by room.
They will never advance rashly, they will show no mercy, and the entire army is crushing forward like a cold killing machine.
"Be careful...the warehouse on the left contains the enemy's hidden firepower...three squads will attack, and the rest of the firepower will cover..."
"Prepare grenades and blow up the side door of this hotel...be careful if there are people inside, set fire...burn them to death..."
"Report to the platoon leader, ten citizens were found in the warehouse ahead..."
"What citizens? I didn't see any citizens. In my eyes, these are enemies that threaten us... What are our military orders?"
"Massacre the city, massacre the city..."
There was a burst of screams, and the people hiding in the warehouse turned into wisps of innocent souls on the bayonets, and such scenes were staged everywhere in the streets and alleys.
"Hahaha..." Moliere threw the rifle in his hand back to the soldier and smiled arrogantly, "I have told you countless times that the French army is the strongest in the world. As long as we can successfully land, victory will be achieved." It must be ours..."
Of course, Molière had the arrogance to look at the city's flames slowly spreading around the pier, and he knew that those were brave soldiers clearing obstacles one after another. Although the momentum of progress was slow, it was With an unstoppable courage.
The battle situation was so smooth that even Gong Cheng understood it. He smiled flatteringly next to Molière and said, "My lord, the special envoy is mighty. Use veterans to defeat new recruits, use preparedness to defeat unpreparedness, and use structures to defeat chaos. France will definitely win this battle." .”
What the old traitor said is true. This battle was fought in such a useless manner. Let alone the issue of veterans and recruits. Now the Ryukyu New Army has not even fully restored its organizational structure. On the way from outside the city to the dock, many people Everyone broke away from the organization, and finally let the French artillery bombard them indiscriminately. More than 90% of the organization of the new army was destroyed.
This is the most terrifying thing in war. A soldier can't find his commander, a company platoon leader can't find his men, and the squad leader looks back and sees that he has become a mere commander.
The surviving soldiers could only gather together and barely cooperate with each other, struggling with the enemy. At this time, they didn't even know where to replenish their ammunition.
But the French are different. A small boat is a squad. From the moment they landed, they have never been separated. Under the leadership of the squad leader, platoon commander, and company commander, they cooperate with each other calmly, and move slowly from street to room. After a slow cleaning, the streets leading from Kungfu Pier to Qixing Mountain had changed hands.
King Shangtai covered his forehead, and blood flowed down like a stream. The blood covered his eyes, making his vision full of bright red.
The entire city was bright red, with gunshots, explosions, the roar of flames burning down houses, and of course the screams of the dying. The entire Naha turned into a Shura hell.
"This is the city that has raised us for hundreds of years. This is our common country. Now it has become like this... Open your eyes and take a look. Don't you feel sad?" Shang Tai suddenly shouted out without thinking. .
The civil servants nearby suddenly burst into tears, "Your Majesty, how can we not be heartbroken? Our country has perished."
King Shangtai did not answer, he continued to talk to himself, "Ryukyu, in 1372, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty issued an edict to grant the status of a vassal state to Guozuo for nearly 500 years... Since the unification of the three mountains, , our Ryukyus are the fairy mountains on the East China Sea, and the bridge of all nations..."
"Ryukyuans, Hans, Japanese, Koreans...and countless Westerners from Europe who have traveled across the oceans. We all step on the same land, look up to the same sky, and face the same sea..."
"For five hundred years, our Ryukyu Kingdom has not bullied any country. Even if we were bullied by the Shimadzu family, we Ryukyus did not use blood to retaliate in the end. We are still kind and even humble in the world of East Asia... …”
There was something in King Shangtai's words. There was definitely something in his words. This tone coupled with the weird lines made everyone a little confused. Gong Cheng and Molière subconsciously thought that the young king was crazy.
But Shang Tai still persisted in his speech: "For five hundred years, we Ryukyus have ruled this country with kindness. Even if we are on the verge of ruin and destruction, we will not change our original intention... But all our efforts will eventually pay off." What is coming? Look at this city. The heroic spirits of our ancestors should open their eyes and look at this city."
"There are Ryukyus, Hans, Japanese, and countless people pursuing happiness here... They are being massacred. The executioners do not distinguish between men, women, old or young, nationality or race. As long as they are not white, they are massacred. "
"Wake up quickly... wake up quickly."
The roar of grief and anger shook everyone's hearts, and Molière suddenly felt a dangerous breath coming towards his face, but he didn't know where the danger came from.
"Wake up quickly." Amidst King Shangtai's heart-rending roar, hundreds of people suddenly shouted at the same time, and then a white light flashed in front of Molière's eyes.
I saw the one hundred samurai led by Shimazu Dairo suddenly raising their swords and slashing hard at the French army around them. The sharp blade cut off the enemy's arteries, and blood sprayed on the demon's face pocket like an arrow. It's even more shocking.
Gong Cheng jumped to his feet like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The water dog next to him reacted faster, grabbed the old man and jumped off the viewing platform with a whoosh, "Oh no, these Japanese samurai have rebelled again..."
Yes, the Shimazu family samurai have really become helpless this time. In just two days, they actually changed their faces three times, from the new army's sword-drawing team to Gong Cheng's bodyguard, and then to the French army at the viewing ceremony. In response to the internal response, not even an hour passed before they actually changed their faces again and became loyal warriors around King Shangtai.
"The sword-drawing team...formed...kill, kill, kill." Shimazu Dairo has completely transformed into a god of death. The one-meter-long sword was slashing hard in the crowd. He was like the core blade of a meat grinder. Like the wind, he cut his way through the French army.
This is a proper hand-to-hand combat, and cold weapons are much easier to use than rifles. These demon warriors have a wide range of moves, all of which are killing moves without hesitation, even if they all die together.
"I respect the Prime Minister's order...Asia belongs to Asians. Any foreign enemy who invades...will be killed."
"Team Ba Dao, give your loyalty." Shimazu Dairo rushed towards Molière like a tiger down the mountain. At that moment, there was only five steps between them.
Although Molière had the title of knight, he had never experienced such a cruel hand-to-hand combat. He subconsciously wanted to jump off the viewing platform. How could Shimazu Dairo give him this opportunity? The sword turned into a javelin and shot like lightning. passed.
The one-meter-long sword pierced Molière's left leg and was nailed to the wooden board, penetrating three inches into the wood.
