Even Xiao Hexin and Sima Yun couldn't understand Xiao Letian's arrogance. If the previous exams were considered normal subjects, then this question would not even be solved by these closed disciples.
If Xiao Letian dies, this group of new soldiers will definitely follow the Prime Minister's will and have no regrets even if they are on a cliff... But how long can this kind of determination without regrets last?
Xiao Hexin, Sima Yun, and others are all smart people. They know that people's hearts will change over time. The surrounding environment will affect you, your subordinates will affect you, your wife will affect you, and your children will also affect you. It will affect you. No matter how hard your heart is, it cannot resist the gradual erosion of time.
How long can the persistence of Xiao Letian's die-hard men last? Thinking about it carefully, even Xiao Hexin and the others shuddered in their hearts.
There was a brief silence on the deck, and everyone's expressions changed strangely. Only Xiao Letian still maintained his calm and pretentious look.
"I see the trestle, the pilot boat has already approached..." The sailor's shout from the high watchtower woke up everyone present, and everyone temporarily focused on the city in front of them.
"Look, sir, there are more than 100,000 people on the dock... The entire Lion City is empty of Chinese people... Look." Luo Huo shouted excitedly on the deck.
"You bitch, why don't you give me a hand, I know you are screaming." Xiao Hexin, who had an injured knee next to him, took out his crutch and gave Luo Huo a stick.
Luo Huo was not annoyed either. He grabbed Xiao Hexin with his backhand and carried it to the side of the ship. He pointed at the port where all the people were rejoicing, smiled excitedly and yelled, "You see, we are back in the Lion City. During the Spring Festival, we even drank with the folks." Here’s the wine.”
At this time, the Chinese on the dock also saw the familiar light blue military uniforms on the deck. Thinking of the exciting victory news in the newspapers, the Chinese in the city went crazy.
"Set off tens of thousands of firecrackers... Dragon and lion dances are on the scene... Bring your relatives back home..."
Hundreds of firecrackers hung on the entire pier roared at the same time, with crackling fire and gunpowder smoke rising into the sky. The dragon and lion dance teams crowded out from the city, and the gongs and drums shook the earth.
This time, the pampered British soldiers suffered a lot. They originally thought that bringing out 500 soldiers would be enough to maintain order. Unexpectedly, this group of Chinese went crazy like a volcano erupting.
"No... stop crowding, all go back... it will be dangerous... you are all madmen..."
The furious British soldiers even started to curse. If the colonial Chinese dared to be so disobedient in the past, they would have smashed them with baton butts, but now looking at the crazy people in the city, no one dared to move. A finger.
A nation needs heroes, and it also needs victories. Xiao Letian's series of violent victories in Europe inspired the confidence and morale of Chinese people around the world, and warned all the powerful colonists around the world.
We Chinese were able to create miracles in the Austro-Prussian War. The aristocratic legions of the Habsburg dynasty were all defeated by us. If anyone from other countries is not convinced, then go ahead. Although it is a bit arrogant, this momentum cannot leave.
The colonial governors have conveyed orders to their military attaches more than once. No one can provoke the nerves of the Chinese until the public sentiment encouraged by Xiao Letian has not receded.
It was under such strict orders that the colonial army in the Lion City had an unusually restrained temper during this period, especially towards the Chinese people in the city. Even if the law enforcement officers were smiling, the Indian policemen holding their heads in their hands often shouted at the Chinese people. Thumbs up, praises abound.
Today, the real masters who gave the Chinese people the courage are finally here, and the Prime Minister, whom they have not seen a year ago, is said to be on board as well. How can this make people not crazy?
In the end, there were only two voices in the whole dock: "Prime Minister...New Army..." Amidst the fanatical roars, the tearful Chinese seemed to be caught in a dream-like carnival, and the queue of British honor guards was completely torn apart. Groups of people fell into the sea like dumplings.
"Stop squeezing...I fell into the water...I can't swim..."
"Oh, God, didn't you brag that you were the most powerful navy? Why can't you swim?"
"Can't I brag? I've never been to the Royal Navy."
The crowd didn't care about such an incident, and no one tried to save anyone who fell into the water. Anyway, in the eyes of the people of Lion City, if those who depended on the port for a living didn't know how to swim, their drowning would be in vain.
Everything on the dock fell into Xiao Letian's eyes. The British captain, officials and sailors subconsciously took a few steps back. Such glory did not belong to them, but only to these Chinese people.
Xiao Letian has seen the big world now. He has also experienced the scene where thousands of people in Hamburg bid him farewell. However, all the glory in Europe is not as good as the farewell in front of the elders in his hometown.
"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister, is waiting for all generations...kneel down." Suddenly, dozens of old voices came from the crowd. They were the most virtuous and respected old men in the Chinese business circle. They almost exhausted the air in their lungs, and the shouts rolled in all directions like a tide.
Xiao Letian and the others watched helplessly as the Chinese people on the pier played in the crowd. Everyone knelt down under the crowd. This was the most sincere kneeling of all people to a hero.
"It's a loss of life, isn't this a loss of life?" Xiao Letian sighed inwardly, but he couldn't get off the boat to help him yet, so he could only shout to his soldiers.
"Everyone... stands at attention and salutes." One hundred officers of the regiment performed the latest New Army military salute with a snap, with their right hands pointing like a knife at the side of their temples.
The ship was getting closer and closer, so close that people on the pier and on the deck could look directly into each other's faces, and the people who had just been quiet became restless again.
"That's General Luo...he was sitting in front of my house at the long street banquet years ago, and I toasted him..."
"Xiao Hexin... General Xiao, and General Sima... I know them, I really know them..."
"The one in the middle must be the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister is so young. We Chinese are blessed. We are really blessed."
There were roars in the crowd, and everyone was recognizing their familiar faces. The names that were only mentioned once were remembered so clearly by the Chinese people in the city.
"Fellow... I have the guts..." The crowd was full of such roars, ranging from crying to singing to singing.
But when the boat gradually topped the wooden trestle, the welcoming crowd suddenly discovered a problem: "Where are the people? Why are there so few people coming back?"
"That's not right, why are so few people coming back? Three hundred young men, why are only such a few people coming back..."
"Did the Prime Minister leave all those soldiers in Europa? We are also stationing troops in Europa..."
Kind-hearted people have actually guessed the answer, but they just don't say it, as if if they don't say that word, the thing will not exist.
There were three hundred when they left, but only one hundred and ten came back. Look at the military uniforms they were wearing. Maybe it was Xiao Letian's intention. They were still wearing the same clothes that had experienced blood and fire, and many of the blood stains could no longer be washed away. , even after washing, the blood stains seeping into the fibers are still shocking.
What is even more sad is that almost all of these soldiers are injured. Even the leading general Xiao Hexin is on crutches. The scars left by the sutures on some soldiers' faces are like crawling centipedes, which is extremely terrifying when viewed up close.
Death is a fate that no one can avoid. Even if you deliberately don't say that word, even if you deliberately change the subject, the question of three hundred turning into one hundred is still unavoidable.
The cries in the crowd gradually became louder. They also felt that their guesses were unreliable. They finally understood the price of victory. How could they defeat the undead people of Europa?
"Where's Daniu? Tell me if Daniu is still here. He's our fellow villager from Shandong... Our ancestral home is from the same county..."
"Where's Sun San? Come out, kid. We are from the same house... Didn't you say you owe me a drink and you'll pay it back when you get back? Get off the boat..."
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Countless calls came one after another. In that era when there were no planes, trains or even steamships, people's desire for nostalgia was unimaginable. Many people left their hometowns and came to the Lion City from distant continents. Not only were they unable to return to their hometowns in their lifetime, Even children and grandchildren find it difficult to make the journey home.
This is not just a matter of money, but also obstacles caused by underdeveloped science and technology, and a gap created artificially by politics. These people know very well that unless they get ahead, returning home will never be a dream they can fulfill.
Under such suppressed emotions, the Chinese people in Lion City's affection for their fellow villagers is absolutely unadulterated. The long street banquet they spontaneously entertained the New Army during the Chinese New Year was definitely their most sincere.
The three hundred expeditionary troops did not drink their wine in vain. They repaid the love of their relatives with a series of victories. He gave a great gift that no government in Asia at that time could give, that is, dignity.
At that time, no one could give them such a great gift, only Xiao Letian and his new army.
Xiao Letian, who was filled with tears, never lowered his saluting hand. Just before he was about to land, he suddenly shouted to the waves of people below him.
"Fellows of the Lion City, the 300 expeditionary force has fulfilled its mission... and returned victoriously... It took 300 days to go abroad and 108 days to return... I invite the folks to watch the ceremony today... We have disembarked."
One hundred and eight wounded soldiers disembarked from the ship on the steps. The Chinese and British honor guards seemed to be pulled away by invisible hands, and a man alley suddenly appeared.
The British governor who was protected by heavy troops in the distance was so frightened that he was sweating white. This governor, who will eventually be unknown in history, has never seen such a scene. In addition, the bizarre rumors from his colleagues in London made him even more scared. There was a sense of mystery about Xiao Letian.
"Oh God, what if he incites these 100,000 Chinese people to rebel? What can I do to resist... Oh God, bless me."
Well, the governor's IQ is quite sufficient. At least he knows that four or five hundred honor guards cannot stop tens of thousands of Chinese.
