Molière was going crazy. He looked at the group of Asians with wild eyes in front of him in disbelief. He suddenly felt very lonely, and his values were completely incompatible with theirs.
"You can still feel hope now. Is there something wrong with my IQ or yours? The organization of all the Ryukyu military has been completely disrupted, the city has fallen, and there are still our French warships on the sea. Cruising... just like this, what hope are you still discussing."
Shimazu Dairo, who had taken off his demon mask, returned to his previous polite state. He bowed slightly to the envoy and replied, "Yes, why not."
"You are a European, you naturally love Europe and France, and we are Asians. Of course we are naturally closer to our Asia. Is there anything wrong with that?"
"I fight you without any hatred in my heart, because you and I have different positions. If you win, no matter how many cities you slaughter, you will still be the hero of France... If I succeed, even if the heads of your French expeditionary force are piled up in Beijing, Look, I am also a warrior from East Asia..."
"This has nothing to do with right or wrong. You and I are two different nations, aren't we? Even if I surrender to you and become a dog, I'm just a domestic dog raised by you Europeans. For the sake of two mouthfuls of meaty dog food, I Are you going to be reviled by my nation? I really don’t know where your righteous words just came from..."
Shimazu Dairo's words hit everyone's hearts like a big ice cube. The truth explained in it was irrefutable, but the ruthlessness revealed in it was also truly terrifying.
There is no right or wrong in war, let alone right and wrong. The Japanese have a unique understanding of the law of the jungle, and the contradictions and entanglements displayed by this understanding have a perverted beauty.
Molière suddenly had a strange feeling. The Shimazu Dalang in front of him seemed to be a composite of a sheep and a wolf. Under his supple and extremely polite appearance, he hid a bloodthirsty heart.
The beautiful woman with a gentle smile, but red blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. The image just appeared in Molière's heart, and the night wind blew over his back, causing goose bumps.
A debate on values came to an end. When people looked up and looked around, they realized that night had enveloped the entire world, and the sound of killing in the city had become much quieter.
The dark night brings inconvenience to human activities, but it also protects the weak. The European army in this era does not have much night vision equipment, let alone entering the deep mountains for clearing. Now they have to carefully pass through unfamiliar streets. .
The gunfire all over the city finally subsided.
"General, please take a sip of the hot soup..." Shimazu Dairo, who had taken off his devil's noodle bag, returned to his usual appearance as an ordinary swordsman. He respectfully held a bowl of kombu soup in front of General Cai Mao with both hands.
"Unexpectedly, you are actually a blood warrior of the Shimazu family. Your identity..." Cai Hao asked doubtfully.
"According to the genealogy, the current head of the family is my brother, but my branch has been separated from the direct lineage for many years. We must work as hard as the retainers to ensure my status as a warrior..." He said with an embarrassed smile.
"It is precisely because of this that I was entrusted with such a secret mission... Please rest assured, Your Majesty and General, our Shimazu family has no ill intentions. We just want to learn more. Facing such an unprecedented talent as the Prime Minister, if If you don’t learn more, it’s like entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed.”
Cai Mao nodded, "Well, you are from the Shimazu family, so your family head will not worry about your loyalty, and you belong to the remote family, so you are very friendly and are not afraid of being exposed... But I am very confused, obviously you are Xiao Letian took away your Shimazu family’s dominance over Ryukyu, and you didn’t take this opportunity to take revenge.”
This question is very profound, and it is what all the Ryukyu monarchs and ministers are eager to know. When Shimazu Dairo announced his identity for the first time, everyone knew without hesitation that Shimazu Dairo was going to defect to Gong Cheng and betray the Prime Minister, because in In a normal person's mind, the Shimadzu family would rarely encounter an opportunity to take revenge, so how could they let it go so easily.
It is precisely because everyone has this inherent thinking that even Molière and Gong Cheng boldly let Samurai Shimazu become the last secret to control King Shangtai, but they never thought about the true loyalty of this group of people. It was actually Xiao Letian.
Why, everyone is very strange, why the Shimazu family samurai's final choice is Xiao Letian, the 'enemy', not to mention that Molière is full of questions now, in a certain corner in the city shrouded in night, Gong Cheng, a professional traitor, also trimmed his beard one by one, as if trimming all his beard would give him the answer.
Shimazu Dalang's face turned slightly red. He was really not very good at speaking. Just as he was trying to organize his words, a group of people walked up from the city wall horse path, and a female voice came over loudly.
"This question is actually very simple, because we are all students of the Prime Minister..." The people who walked in from the shadows were also acquaintances. The first one was Yuki Ying, the other one was Suzuki Tai, and behind them was another team composed of wild samurai. A group of swordsmen.
Xueying looked at Shimazu Dalang and bowed to him with a strange expression, "I wrongly blamed you before. I didn't expect that your hidden level is higher than mine. Could it be that the Prime Minister already knows your identity."
Shimazu Dairou blushed even more. He seemed to have some unspeakable feelings for Yuki Sakura. "Well, there should be no need to keep it a secret now. Indeed, the Prime Minister has long known my identity, and my direct superior is Sakamoto Ryoma... …Although you and I are both members of the Saber Team and part of the Foreign Legion, our tasks are different…”
"The Prime Minister trains you, really hoping that you will become an indestructible sword on the battlefield. But for us samurai who are branded with the Daimyo family, the really important task is actually to secretly support the Japanese reformists..."
"Our ultimate destiny is to accept the command of Ryoma Sakamoto and become an iron army in the hands of the reformists...The Prime Minister said that political power comes from the barrel of a gun."
With a bang, everyone present realized what he was doing, and Fan Qian realized with a flash of his mind that his uncle was going to build a torture hall in the wilds of Japan. He must have stretched his hand too far.
Yuki Sakura and Suzuki Taiya were dumbfounded. "Nani, what do you mean, the Prime Minister is willing to support Japan's reform? Your Excellency also hopes that Japan can become rich and strong." Their eyes flashed with incredible light.
Shimazu Dalang smiled and said, "Yes, the Prime Minister once told us that any nation has the right to be prosperous and strong, but the road to recovery must be trustworthy. The Prime Minister is willing to be the chief architect of Japan's innovation..."
Until now, Xiao Letian's plan for East Asia has been completely exposed. What is left after people suddenly realize it is deep fear. The depth of the Prime Minister's burial is simply unimaginable.
"No...this is impossible. Are you Japanese crazy? You actually believe a liar's lies. What ability does Xiao Letian have to decide the fate of the entire Asia? He is just a warlord who can write books..." Molière Yelling like crazy.
Even at this time, Jin Changsen, who had not spoken for a long time, shouted like a shrew, "You are lying to me, you are all lying to me, Xiao Letian has enemies all over the world, the Japanese, Qing Dynasty, foreigners... are all Xiao Letian's Enemies, how could you become Xiao Letian's subordinates..."
Jin Changsen has collapsed. To be honest, he is not afraid of death or failure. What a literati like him fears most is that his intelligence will become the laughing stock of others. What do literati rely on to survive? They rely on the analysis in their minds. But today Jin Changsen actually discovered , his most trusted resource person, is simply a scumbag compared to Xiao Letian.
Shame, this is a deep shame. Even if Jin Changsen is killed, fate has played a big joke on him, a big joke of 'how can one be bright when he is good'.
"Impossible, how could I analyze it wrong? I am Ryukyu's number one think tank. What am I not as good as Xiao Letian? He just brought a group of soldiers from the mainland and was supported by a steady stream of money from the mainland. If I With so many resources, I can also prosper Ryukyu..."
Jin Changsen's cheeks were as swollen as a pig's head. He had completely lost his mind and rushed in front of Shimazu Dairo. He grabbed the gap in his armor and shook him desperately, his eyes glaring like bells.
"Tell me that's not true. Everything you said is fabricated. How could Xiao Letian have such a plan? He is not a god... You are just lying to me." Jin Changsen was already hysterical.
Shimazu Dairo is really good-tempered. He allowed the Minister of Rites to shake his body without getting angry. "Hai...Hai...please don't be angry. Okay. I admit that what you said is right. Okay, I Admit I was wrong..."
However, even though she said so, the disdain in her eyes could not deceive anyone. In the end, King Shangtai couldn't stand it any longer. He pouted at the eunuch next to him, and two strong eunuchs rushed up and dragged Jin Changsen down. The city wall.
King Shang Tai stood up and looked around, "Everyone knows that the Prime Minister loves classes, especially small classes, but you don't know that there are many skills in the Prime Minister's small class. I once listened to a small class specially for foreign legionnaires. The class was really touching.”
"Why was the Shimazu family defeated at the hands of Xiao Letian, but in the end they fell in love with the Prime Minister? Why did the final loyalty go to Shangfu? That's because only the Prime Minister is the saint who preaches and resolves doubts in the Shimazu family."
"Shimazu Dairo." King Shangtai roared, and there was only the sound of armor hitting each other. "Hai... Your Majesty."
"Daro Shimazu...tell these confused people what kind of enlightenment your Shimazu family has achieved."
Shimazu Dalang shouted sternly, "It's the future. The Prime Minister showed us the future of East Asia. He told us what the world will eventually become, and what exactly our Shimadzu family should do."
