At that moment, even the foreigners in the concession couldn't sit still. They rushed out of their villas, foreign banks, bars, cafes... and stopped by the Huangpu River one after another, watching one after another proud Chinese sailboats hanging with Chinese characters. Recognize the flag and drive inland.
"The heroes of the Chinese are probably not as lucky as the Europeans." At that moment, these were the words that emerged in the minds of countless Western adventurers.
But the scene that followed shocked these noble foreigners. The light frigate flying the British flag on the Huangpu River actually... actually gave way to these Chinese merchant ships.
Give way, just give way, and even blew the whistle, what does this mean, open the way for these Chinese sailing ships, at that moment all Western adventurers sounded the rumor of being drunk during this period.
Xiao Letian was related to the British royal family. Even the Prime Minister of Derby had to visit him in person. Even Emperor Joseph of the Habsburg Dynasty could not bear grudges against him. No wonder the two French cavalry battalions were crippled after being beaten. The French emperor only came to East Asia for revenge. In Europe, they did not dare to touch Xiao Letian at all.
"Oh God, how could such a character appear in East Asia? It's terrible." Just as countless Westerners were lamenting, a loud voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Dear Xiao... God bless you. You are the greatest evangelist of our Protestant religion... The Lord will bless you." People turned around and saw that it was a Protestant pastor in black robes with those eyes. When they see the zodiac sign and recognize the flag, they light up.
Only then did people realize that Xiao Letian was not only an ally of the United States and Prussia, but also the first Christian in East Asia launched by the Protestant branch of Christianity. Back then, all the churches in Hamburg rang bells to see Xiao Letian off. As long as there are people in this world There is not a single Protestant church that does not praise Xiao Letian.
In the face of God, arrogant Westerners have to bow their heads. They cross themselves on their chests and bow their heads not knowing who they are praying for.
Xiao Letian is an ordinary name, but at this moment it can make the whole of Asia hold its breath.
Of course, everyone knows that what the whole of East Asia needs the most encouragement from this news now is the core of the storm, Wan Guo Jin Liang Ryukyu.
Let's move the time forward a little further. When the French army just started massacring civilians, and when the knight Molière with an injured thigh was kidnapped to Shuri Castle, the story of Ryukyu was already tragic to the extreme.
The tall Shuri Castle draws on the ancient style of Ming Dynasty architecture, and also has some Japanese palace styles. The entire building is built on the mountain. It not only retains the majesty of the Ming Dynasty palaces, but also retains the layered structure of the Japanese daimyo castle. With its stacked protective structures, the entire city is more practical than ceremonial.
Ever since King Shangtai became wise, he never thought that one day he would regard the city wall as his home. Since the war began, he has never returned to live in the palace.
More than a hundred warriors of the Shimadzu family wore devil-faced pockets and kept making intimidating sounds to the French soldiers. Shimazu Dairo's pistol never left Molière's temple from the beginning to the end, and the French soldiers who were chasing him continued. The army did not dare to attack until the end.
Molière was dragged toward the door like a dead dog. The knight, who was full of loyalty to his motherland, had already screamed his throat out.
"Attack... you are the warriors of France... open fire on me and kill these barbarians... open fire... cough cough cough..." He was so excited that he even coughed violently.
But the more than 150 red-coated French troops had received strict orders from General Bruce. They could only monitor the envoys and never put their lives in danger.
Therefore, until the south gate of Shuri Castle was tightly closed, none of them dared to shoot.
Now the situation is a bit embarrassing. Shuri Castle has closed its gates. There are only more than a hundred Shimazu samurai and more than 300 imperial guards stationed in the city. The rest are all eunuchs and maids. It is said that with this weak force, the French can mobilize hundreds of people at will. It was also broken.
It is a pity that the unlucky Molière was in the hands of the Ryukyu people. No one in the French army dared to make a mistake, and the Ryukyu defenders on the city wall did not dare to take the initiative to attack. The enemy and we actually maintained a strange attitude in the fight throughout the city. Peace.
"Your Majesty, please drink some water, and I will bandage the wound on your head..." Of course there is a palace doctor in Shuri City, and the wound on King Shangtai's forehead will naturally be treated by a dedicated person.
"My injury is minor, don't worry about me, treat others first... General Cai Mao's wrist is almost broken, you go and treat it quickly..." At this point, King Shangtai, who was panting, also glanced at the man who was leaning on the crenel. Molière, although hesitant in his eyes, still spoke.
"Give the French envoy a diagnosis and treatment, too. He'll say we are barbarians."
"Your Majesty." The imperial doctor was full of displeasure, but at the urging of King Shangtai, he had to start the treatment. One can imagine how the imperial doctor of Shuri Castle would give Molière a good look. His hands were very black when treating the wound. , Molière was so painful that he was sweating profusely.
This French knight was also a man. He actually gritted his teeth and endured it. No matter how much the doctor tortured him, he didn't make a sound until the bandage was finally finished. Molière's eyesight went dark and he almost fainted.
On the city wall, the eunuchs and maids lit piles of bonfires, and pots of hot soup were placed on them. The civil servants gathered together to talk about the aftermath of the disaster, while the soldiers looked at the fighting in the city, and their faces were ashen.
The injured Cai Mao had no intention of resting. He struggled to stand at the crenel, looking at the burning city, his eyes almost bursting with fire. "The sun will set in another hour, and the French will not be so rampant after dark..." Keep it, you must keep it."
Shimazu Dairo, who was standing aside, also took off his demon mask at this time, wiped the blood on his face with a towel, revealing his young face, "I just don't know how General Liang Kun is doing now. His leg is injured, but Don’t be surprised.”
Before Cai Mao could speak, Molière, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly spoke, "You are Shimazu Dairo. I didn't expect you to be so young... I have a question. Why did you rebel back and forth? Why did you still resist in the end?" If you want to choose Ryukyu, don’t you understand the situation?”
Molière used standard English, and in the development of Ryukyu for more than a year, the most indispensable thing is English translation, and these elites all learn English in private, so there is no problem in communication between the two parties.
Molière's problem has actually troubled countless Ryukyu civil and military officials, and now everyone has turned their doubtful eyes to Shimazu Dairo.
Shimazu Dairo was a brave samurai, but not a very good speaker. In full view of the public, he was even more nervous than when he was on the battlefield. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally spoke.
"On the way back from the dock to Shuri Castle, I kept thinking about Mr. Special Envoy's impassioned speech just now. Your loyalty to the motherland is indeed admirable. You are also a warrior in my eyes... but you underestimated us in Asia. Human pride, you keep saying that we are barbarians, but in fact you are wrong..."
"We Asians are not barbarians. The noble moral character we possess is beyond your imagination..."
"A joke." Molière interrupted Shimazu's words directly. "The Japanese, a nation that suppresses superiors, have not been unified for thousands of years. Even your current shogunate was formed by seizing the power of the emperor. Really, I am now a piece of meat on your chopping board, don’t you dare to tell the truth to a dying person?”
Shimazu Dalami was snatched away by him and felt a little impatient, "No, no, no... you are wrong. We Japanese are not born to be rebellious. The Prime Minister once told me this topic... Our Bato team is alone. In the internal small class, the Prime Minister told us..."
Well, people's eyes lit up, and they didn't expect that there were secrets waiting for everyone to hear.
"There are indeed many things in Japanese history where subordinates overcame superiors, but the Prime Minister said that a single instance cannot be used as evidence. Even if there is a series of evidence, the overall environment in which it occurred must be analyzed... Yes, that's what the Prime Minister said."
"What kind of country is Japan? It is a narrow island full of volcanoes, earthquakes, typhoons, and wars...Mountains account for more than half of the entire country, and there is very little land suitable for farming...In my hometown, even if A high-ranking warrior like me would not dare to say that he has enough to eat every day in a year..."
"Civilians don't have surnames, and they don't get education. Girls are sold when they are thirteen or fourteen years old, while boys have to do very hard work very early. A human life is not even as good as a dog... Just in In such a cruel living environment, we Japanese have developed the national character of taking life and death seriously..."
"You Europeans don't understand, and neither do the Qing people on the opposite continent... Not to mention that the Han people today are all slaves of the Manchus, but even the most humble slave life has made us warriors a little envious …”
At this time, King Shangtai suddenly took over Shimazu Dalang's words. Maybe he also found that Dalang was really not good at talking.
"In the history of Japan's Warring States Period, there have been countless caged city battles...which are what the Chinese call a siege battle. This form of fighting is extremely cruel. Both sides fight for the consumption of military supplies. When the food is exhausted, There were even unspeakable things afterwards..."
King Shangtai sighed, "It's not that Japan's samurai families don't understand loyalty, but in the cruel war of resource consumption, the task of family survival is greater than anything else... When the enemy besieged the city with heavy troops, and when the straw became food, Talking about loyalty is too luxurious..."
"Surrender, the lord or general commits seppuku, in exchange for forgiveness from the attacker... This is the only way to survive, this is the law of survival, it has nothing to do with loyalty..."
"But what does this have to do with my problem?" Molière suddenly shouted, and he couldn't understand.
At this time, even the old shopkeeper Fan Lian looked at him like he was an idiot, "Don't you understand? There is really no cure for the mentally retarded... Shimazu Dalang and His Majesty have made it very clear. Now we Ryukyu has not reached a dead end at all, our supplies are still sufficient, and the fighting spirit in our hearts has not faded at all..."
"And we in Ryukyu are not alone. My uncle Xiao Letian is destined to come back with news of victory. This world is not something you French can cover up with one hand."
Shimazu Dalang stood up and bowed respectfully to Shopkeeper Fan Kam, "Hai... you are right. There are soldiers and people who dare to fight in Ryukyu. There are sufficient supplies in the warehouse for half a year, and in Ryukyu, there are enough supplies." We still have reinforcements from overseas to look forward to... In such a good situation, if our Shimazu family samurai betray us again, then Amaterasu will punish us with thunder and fire."
Molière was completely speechless. His mind was a bit lost. The mysterious Eastern values made him completely confused.
