Once people get older, their emotions can't stand the ups and downs. From the beginning to the end, the war situation in Ryukyu was like a pancake, and the most worrying issue was Xiao Letian's life and death.
Molière's strategic deception successfully made the people of Ryukyu extremely anxious. From the day the bombing began, the hearts of the people of Ryukyu were restless, because everyone had a question in their hearts, about Xiao Letian's life and death. question.
It is precisely because of the fluctuation of people's hearts that Jin Changsen and his group of capitulationists who have been crushed to death finally have a chance to stand up. Without the support of some swaying people, how can these old coffin guys make trouble again.
Even Cai Mao and King Shangtai were briefly shaken. If King Shangtai hadn't ambushed Shimazu Dairo at the last moment, Molière's plan might have been successful.
People's hearts were ups and downs. Xiao Letian died, then lived again, and then died again...until he finally forced the Prime Minister's suicide note out. That final note that should not have appeared in front of the world turned out to be the last word for all Ryukyus. The slogan of soldiers and civilians dying together with the country.
In this storm, people's hearts were instantly pushed to the top of the Himalayas, and then severely pressed into the abyss of Mariana. Young people can barely keep their minds stable, but veterans like Fan Yan and Lin Yuanmiao are really It's unbearable.
When the happy ending was before them, the anger that was supporting them suddenly disappeared, and coma was inevitable.
King Shangtai stared at the thick stack of newspapers in his hand. There were English versions and Chinese versions translated by Shicheng. Even if one of the photos above had flowed into Ryukyu before, the war would not have ended like this.
The disabled cavalry regiment on the French-Swiss border, the brave rescue of orphans from the Hamburg fire, the miracles created by defending the Stone Bridge Highlands... so many victorious deeds, even if one of them reaches Ryukyu, even just a photo or a sentence will do. .
"It's an injustice. It's such an injustice that so many soldiers and civilians died... Prime Minister, why didn't you bring the news back earlier... Wuwuwu... Too many people died in Ryukyu..."
King Shangtai held the crenel with one hand, his knees softened and he slowly knelt down in front of the burning Naha Port. He knelt down in front of the tens of thousands of innocent souls who died in vain.
"You died unjustly. If my heart had been firmer...if I had been more mature...if I had not flinched, maybe you wouldn't have died...I was guilty."
King Shangtai's self-blame infected everyone present. They knew that if all the people were united from the beginning and fought with determination to fight the French to the end, not only would they be victorious in the end, but the casualties would be less than a third of what they are now. arrive.
After this war, Xiao Letian hired many senior elites from the American, Prussian and even British military academies to conduct repeated deductions on the war situation, and finally came to a very sad conclusion.
"If Ryukyu chose to defend this battle without any swing in the middle, the number of military and civilian casualties should be between 20,000 and 30,000. In other words, Molière's strategic deception directly caused the wasted death of more than 50,000 soldiers and civilians."
This group of foreign military experts spoke quite politely, but they could only say directly that it was the strategic misjudgment of the Ryukyu monarchs and ministers that killed so many innocent soldiers and civilians.
King Shangtai knelt on the city wall. The regret in his heart could not be washed away even by the Pacific Ocean. Other courtiers also felt the same. In the end, Shimazu Dalang couldn't hold it anymore. He rushed to Molière and said, Open the bow from left to right and draw hard.
With a snap of "Liar..." and a snap of "Executioner..." he just said "Liar" and "Executioner...", and Moliere's back molars on both sides were knocked out.
Molière was now completely desperate. From the moment the Goldeneye Snapper brought the news, he knew that the defeat was certain. In addition, the sound of cannons on the sea had stopped, and he knew that Bruce had made the right decision.
"The war has stopped... Your behavior of abusing prisoners must be condemned..." Bruce twisted his body to avoid Shimazu's mouth.
"Baga... you don't deserve to be treated well, you are just a vicious snake..." Then he slapped her twice.
"Your Majesty... please remember that I am the special envoy on behalf of France... It is your Asian tradition not to kill the envoys when the two countries are fighting..."
"Please remember, you just defeated me, Molière. You have not defeated France at all... The huge empire has not even used one ten thousandth of its strength. A wise monarch will not do that. Such a stupid thing."
Just when Molière was roaring, King Shantai jumped up and rushed over like crazy, pushing Shimazu away, "Go away, let me do it." King Shantai raised his hand and wanted to pull it down, but at the last moment he still held back. .
Molière looked up at King Shangtai with his mouth swollen, "Yes, Your Majesty, you made the right decision. I hope you will remember what I said..."
"The French Army currently has 600,000 domestic standing troops, while the number of overseas colonial troops is 400,000. Once a war breaks out, sufficient reserves can organize an elite army of two million to three million within a few months..."
"France's naval strength is now second only to that of the United Kingdom. The Atlantic Fleet and the Mediterranean Fleet are the pride of the French Navy. The number of battleships and heavy cruisers is close to two hundred..."
"My dear king, I am not threatening you, I am just explaining to you a very cruel reality... The expeditionary force you are facing today is nothing more than what France pieced together from the Indian continent..."
"You think they are elite, but you are wrong. Compared with the most elite local aces, they are simply inferior..."
Molière's cheeks were extremely red and swollen. If you look closely, he actually looked like a cobra's head, with bulges on both sides. However, his poisonous tongue was still very powerful. Every word that came out of his mouth made King Shang Tai helpless. argue.
"Your Majesty, you have won this war, but you have only won a little strategic buffer period. France's pride cannot be trampled on. Sooner or later, the French Emperor will send ten and a hundred times more troops to exact revenge..."
"This is not scaremongering, nor is it a cry of bitterness. I am just explaining a truth to you very calmly... From now on, from the moment the war ceases fire, you will be more polite to me, because I represent France. ... If you want to get more from the negotiation table, you need to be more polite to me, otherwise..."
"Bagaya road..." After a loud shout, the three swords were unsheathed at the same time, and they went straight to Molière's neck to chop. It was the three angry sword-drawing members Shimazu Dairo, Suzuki Tai, and Yuki Sakura who took action. .
This Frenchman, who is about to die, still dares to speak arrogantly. Doesn't he really know how the word "death" is written? Tens of thousands of wronged souls in the city are tied to him, and now he still dares to threaten people.
"Shattered into thousands of pieces..." The three Japanese samurai shouted in unison and were about to take action.
King Shangtai was frightened and shouted, "Stop...you can't kill the envoy."
"Your Majesty, what kind of envoy is he? He is a prisoner of our Ryukyus. This kind of poisonous tongue cannot be allowed to remain..." Although the three swordsmen stopped using their swords, they still did not want to give up.
At this time, the group of imperial doctors led by Cai Mao also revived Fan Jian and Lin Yuanmiao. When several weak civil servants saw this scene, they were stunned on the spot: "You can't kill, you absolutely can't kill him. If you don't With Lière dead, our negotiations with France will no longer be possible. Even if the French Emperor wants to negotiate peace, he will not be able to make the final decision..."
After all, Cai Mao is the current leader of Ryukyu military generals. When he saw that the civil servants could not control the situation, he quickly shouted: "If you haven't put away the knife, the prime minister has completely forgotten the military discipline. Stand down..."
The general had spoken, Shimazu Dairou and the others did not dare to persist. The sword flashed and the sword returned to its sheath. However, Xueying suddenly licked her lips at this time and said with a strange smile, "General, since we can't kill, we must at least imprison him." Come on, our Ba Dao team is willing to take over the important task of detaining prisoners."
King Shangtai understood as soon as he heard this. It would be impossible for these soldiers not to express this sentiment. If these French prisoners fell into the hands of the sword-drawing team, their lives would probably be worse than death.
Now there are more than a thousand French prisoners in Kunigami Village. The fishermen's war in Naha Bay is not over yet. It is estimated that there must be about 2,000 French soldiers captured alive. There are 3,000 French prisoners, plus a special envoy Maury. Alas, it is also a big weight on the negotiation table.
"Three thousand French troops... and a special envoy..." King Shangtai immediately hesitated. Molière could understand Chinese to some extent, and he shouted sharply with a chill on his back, "What do you want to do? Do you want to torture the prisoners?" , I tell you, that will be punished..."
There was a crisp sound, and Xue Ying slapped her back, "Abuse, you bastard, did you think of the word abuse when you massacred civilians? Did you think of punishment?"
"What rights does the prisoner want? You dream..." She raised her hand again as she spoke.
"Stop, these prisoners must not be left under your care..." At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded on the horse path of the city wall. Although he sounded young, there was an unquestionable momentum in his tone.
"Who, um, Xiang Ying..." Xueying turned around and saw that it was Xiang Ying, the leader of the student soldiers, who was walking along the horse path. He was the one who successfully broke through the encirclement in Kunigami Village and brought reinforcements from the Shimazu family. Moreover, his status is very special. He is Lord Long's nephew and a high-ranking official of the New Army in the future.
This is someone the prime minister wants to use. The Ba Dao team dare not be rude. They respect Xiang Ying even more than Cai Mao.
"Mr. Xiang...what do you mean by this?" Shimazu Dalang leaned slightly and asked.
Xiang Ying was sweating profusely from running now, and the military uniform on his chest and back was soaked. He held on to the city wall and took a few breaths. "Your Majesty, please hand over all the prisoners to the custody of our student soldiers. The new army still has soldiers." Neither the Knife Team nor the militia can take over, and we absolutely cannot torture prisoners."
"Why?" There were unconvinced exclamations on the city wall.
"Damn it, have you forgotten what happened six years ago? Have you forgotten how the Old Summer Palace was burned down? Damn it, haven't you heard the Prime Minister's incisive analysis of the fire? Don't let it happen. Blunder."
