The question of whether Xiao Letian is dead or alive has simply become a curse that plagues East Asia. Even though Molière was only a French court knight, he had a deep understanding of the social structure of the Middle Ages, especially the social status of feudal countries in Asia. It is so deep that even many scholars may not be able to match it.
Molière was very aware of the tremendous power that a hero could bring in a feudal country like the Middle Ages.
In an era when nationalism and new national concepts were not popularized, these countries in Asia were, to put it bluntly, huge family alliances, and the cohesion of the entire country was not even the slightest bit worse than that in Europe.
Everyone has their own little calculations, all families have their own little thoughts, even different regions will attack each other and exclude each other, and even different ethnic groups will have wars from time to time when they get together.
In such a country, half of the wealth created by the people is accumulated among the people, while the other half is used for internal strife. It doesn’t matter if half of the wealth can be used to climb the technological tree and improve the country’s overall strength. Thousand-year-old ancestors have appeared.
But there is no way to solve this dilemma. Heroes, only heroes are the fulcrum that can change everything. When the atmosphere of any nation changes, there must be countless heroic butterflies in the Amazon jungle fluttering their wings. When that weak force Only after gathering the power of the storm across the Pacific Ocean will a revolutionary wave that changes the world and change the world surge across Asia.
Heroes admired by all the people can use their powerful appeal to mobilize the wealth accumulated among the people, and can also suppress a large number of internal strife. Only in this way can a country or a nation be able to focus on one place and use their energy on one place. , in a limited time, quickly climb the technology tree and accumulate industrial strength.
France has Napoleon, Prussia has Bismarck, the United States has Washington and Lincoln, and even Britain has Newton and Nelson... Countless shining stars in human history have led their nations to fight their way through the jungle of beasts.
They either boost their country's technological tree, or use their superb military strength to lead their nation to victory after victory, or they simply quietly invent new financial tools to amass global wealth.
It is these famous and unknown heroes who are changing the future of each nation, but the people are always slow. Only when they personally taste the sweetness of the fruits of victory will they gradually recognize the concept of the nation and the consciousness of the country. .
Xiao Letian once said something speechless after drinking, "What is nationalism? It's all nonsense to talk about it. In fact, it's just a group of heroes leading their own people to take advantage...Fight the war, win, do business, and make money." , technology is higher than others, and culture is also ahead of others.”
"You don't need to experience this kind of taking advantage of others. As long as you do it three or four times, nationalism and the new concept of country will naturally be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... Hahaha, everyone suddenly discovered that the strength of a nation is far greater than that of a family. , and the benefits obtained are real, then all the resistance will naturally disappear..."
"But in everything, there must be a hero who can lead the people. These days, if you are a gangster, you have to have a big brother..." After saying this, Xiao Letian's head sank and he fell asleep.
What Xiao Letian said was drunken talk, but it was also true. Molière also understood the same truth. I think back when Napoleon led France to sweep across Europe and North Africa, the whole of Europe and even the British were afraid, and the entire European countries actually formed a rebellion. Alliance against France.
Until now, the French Army is still considered the strongest in the world, and the residual power of Napoleon I is still at work here, even though he has been dead for nearly half a century.
Molière understood the importance of heroes to a nation and a country, so psychological warfare was also a top priority for him in this expedition plan.
Xiao Letian died, Xiao Letian lived again, and then Xiao Letian died again... In the middle of the 19th century when communications were underdeveloped, Molière played with the emotions of Ryukyu people again and again, suffering in despair and hope again and again. them.
Until now, Molière has been captured, leaning against the city wall with a burning fever on his forehead, but he still did not forget to do evil, and he still chose to deceive at the last moment.
"It's useless. Everything is useless. Even if we fail and the French warships evacuate Ryukyu... all you will get is a year and a half of respite... cough cough cough..."
"Without Xiao Letian, you are just dogs without a spine... You are just a puddle of mud. You will eventually fall into endless internal friction and be unable to extricate yourself..."
"I will look at you coldly. I believe that His Majesty the Emperor will avenge me. Our Atlantic Fleet and Mediterranean Fleet will deploy more battleships and more armies to avenge me..."
"Hahaha... The Ryukyu Kingdom is destined to be destroyed. You will not have a chance. Your resistance now is only increasing our anger, and the punishment will be even more fierce..."
Molière closed his eyes slightly, resisting the dizziness caused by the high fever, shook his head and sighed, "It's useless. A nation without heroes has no future. Failure is inevitable. All your tenacity now will be recorded in the history books." It will become a laughing stock for us Europeans."
"Baga." With a loud shout, Shimazu Dairo unsheathed his sword and struck Molière like lightning. "You can take away our lives, but you cannot take away our glory."
The light of the knife flashed past, and the blade scraped across Molière's face, and a trace of blood emerged. Shimazu Dairo did not kill him in the end.
Molière had no fear or anger. He looked at Shimazu with a sneer, "I'm scared. Although your hands are very steady, I can see hesitation and shrinkage in your eyes... That's what you Japanese are like." , you are not afraid of death, you are just afraid that death is worthless..."
"Hahaha... The entire Shimazu family has placed their bets on Xiao Letian. You have no way out. But what is the final result now? It is still news of Xiao Letian's death."
"Hahahaha...cough cough cough..." Molière's eyes darkened as he laughed.
"Shimazu Dairo... please step back." Just as Molière laughed arrogantly, a calm voice rang out, and he turned around and saw that it was King Shangtai.
King Shangtai stood by the crenel, looking at the white fish belly on the eastern ridge, and listening to the fierce shouts of killing that became more and more fierce throughout the city. His expression was extremely calm.
"You are wrong, Mr. Special Envoy, you are completely wrong. The East Asia you know is only the East Asia two years ago. Ryukyu now is not what you thought..."
"In this war, as you have analyzed, there are still a large number of conservatives in Ryukyu who believe in tradition. They are even willing to take advantage of others and secretly collude with you. All they want is to survive..."
"However, what you see is not everything at all. The seeds that Father Shang sows in everyone's heart will sprout one day... I even feel a little grateful to you French people. If it weren't for this killing of yours, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it again." For ten years, the people of Ryukyu were unable to gather their own national spirit..."
"Heaven and earth are furnaces, and all things are copper... And the hatred brought by you French people is like the raging fire in the furnace. Whether real gold can be melted depends on the national destiny of Ryukyu..."
At this point, King Shangtai turned to look at the old shopkeeper Fan Lian, and said in a low voice, "Now that the matter has come to this, please take out that thing."
Molière subconsciously opened his eyes, and a sense of danger suddenly emerged in his heart: "That thing, what is it, what exactly is it going to take out at this juncture?"
All the civil and military officials on the city wall were stunned. They stared blankly at King Shang Tai and Mr. Fan Qian. The surprise on their faces could not be deceiving. This thing must be unknown to everyone.
The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly and took out an envelope from his cuff. The thick parchment envelope was extremely tough. What he took out was fine Indian Bering paper, which was thick and stiff.
"This is... this is... this is..." The old shopkeeper shouted "this is" three times in a row, but the content on the white paper was not read out. His tears fell first and hit the letter paper.
King Shangtai sighed and took the letter, "This is actually the... suicide note that the Prime Minister left for us before he left."
As soon as the words "suicide note" were spoken, the entire city wall exploded with a bang. Cai Mao rushed over and asked incredulously, "When was the suicide note written and when was it given to you?"
Lin Yuanmiao and the civil servants all knelt down with a cry, "Oh my God, how could this happen? Since the Prime Minister knew that it was ominous, why did he leave Ryukyu for Europe? Why..."
King Shangtai ignored everyone's questions and just cleared his throat and whispered.
"If this text is made public, it can only explain one problem, that is, I, Xiao Letian, am dead. Haha, yes, I am dead. When I kick my legs, I can breathe out but not in. When I am buried in the soil, I will eventually die. It turned into a handful of withered bones, so you should read this text as a suicide note..."
"This text was written on the eve of leaving Naha for Europe. When I started writing, I had mixed feelings. I always thought that it would be unlucky to write a suicide note just because I thought I would live well. However, I would have to cross half the world to go to Europe, and there would be pirates, storms, plagues,... Enemy countries...these are inexplicable enemies, and they may die outside. Since I have a narrow escape, I'd better leave a few words in advance..."
"The first half of my life, Xiao Letian, is a secret. I don't want to tell it, and don't ask any of you. It's useless to ask anyway. You have to drink more water for the extra saliva, but you always have to write something in the suicide note. Something like that can’t be a blank piece of paper like the wordless monument left by Wu Zetian, after all, we don’t have such a big record..."
"It's a bit vulgar to talk about money, and it's a bit distressing to talk about women. These are the things that parents are short of. I have another will alone in Lotte Matheson. Anyway, I won't let future generations suffer. What I want to say today is actually that I have not fulfilled one point. It’s just a wish…”
"I, Xiao Letian, have come here and done so many things. What do I want this world to be like? What is the unfinished dream? What is the blueprint of Asia in my heart."
"I don't want to take all of this into my coffin. Although I can no longer take you on this journey, I still have an obligation to let you know where I want to take you."
