As if it was a demonstration, Xiang Ying and his men did not enter the French consulate, but blocked the gate and confronted the French army.
A sweaty French military attache said angrily, "Sir, since you want to negotiate, why don't you come in? Is blocking our door a demonstration?"
Xiang Ying's French is average, but the other party communicates in English, which is much more convenient. Xiang Ying smiled slightly, "Go in? Who will negotiate with me? Your counselor is not here, how do I know you can protect my safety?"
“What if we’re sitting inside and suddenly some madman opens fire on us?”
"You!" the French military attache was furious. "Please pay attention to your words. Such words are provocation at the negotiation table!"
"Oh? We are provocative with just one sentence! So, please tell me, there are cannons firing at us in the fifth station town. How do you explain this?"
"One sentence is a provocation? Then some people have done it, what should we think..."
"Enough! You are blackmailing! You are insulting our France in disguise, and you actually put the blame on us... That was something done by desert bandits and has nothing to do with us, France!"
"Hahaha..." Xiang Ying laughed, "Does it have nothing to do with you France? Are you desert bandits just firing cannons? Where did the artillery come from? How did the shells come in? How did you hide it from your French garrison? And these bandits Why should we fire? Where is the origin of the action? Please answer me..."
After asking a series of questions, the other party was speechless, "What does this have to do with me! Everyone in the world knows that you are currently at war with Tsarist Russia. You have many enemies and there are many opponents who want to attack you..."
"Hahaha... That's great. This puts the blame on Tsarist Russia? Great... Then let me ask you again, what happened to the two sand ships that sank in Port Said? They rushed into the river. What happened to the Maranta?"
The military attaché waved his hand, "You and I have nothing to do with this. There are too many ships passing through the canal every day. How do I know about sand ships and warships..."
"The Maranta is also sailing normally. Doesn't it mean that our French ship is not allowed to pass through the canal? At that time, we didn't know that you were sailing from the south..."
"Instead, I want to ask you, you clearly saw the Maranta entering the river, why didn't you stop the ship and instead caused this collision!"
Seeing France's indignant look, Xiang Ying found it funny, "Haha... didn't you see we were flying the malfunction flag? What should we do if we can't stop?"
"You..." The military attaché obviously didn't have good bickering skills, and Xiang Ying's face turned red with a few words.
"Okay, stop chatting with me. I need to talk to your highest officer. Your level is not high enough at all..." Wan Xiangying was too lazy to pay attention to him and paced back and forth at the door of the Consul's Office, with behind him A row of pacesetters like javelins, standing upright in military posture.
This was to put pressure on the Consulate House invisibly, and also to show Port Said's heroic appearance. Gradually, the four French guards at the door of the Consulate House began to feel a little at a loss.
Among the French guards, there are always some who carefully want to hide the wear and tear on their cuffs, and some subconsciously feel that their leather boots are not polished enough. They are embarrassed by the wear marks on the butt of their rifles, and even their uniforms are stained with dirt. Buttons are a source of shame.
Most of the people in society judge people by their appearance, and gradually the crowd began to talk. The local Egyptian women stared at these oriental elf soldiers with their eyes shining into their flesh.
"So beautiful... such a delicious man..."
"You look at their faces, it's like they were carved... look at how bright their eyes are!"
"No wonder the French are not their opponents. Their weapons are all brand new..."
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Public discussions were always chaotic, and the French military attache gradually felt the invisible pressure. As a last resort, he secretly ordered the transfer of six more soldiers. Now there were twelve French soldiers at the door and the number of Chinese soldiers was finally equal.
But quantity cannot make up for things like temperament. Can military uniforms that are 60% to 70% new be compared with brand-new military uniforms? Can the military uniforms of the classical era be compared with the modern military uniforms full of World War II atmosphere?
What's more, ordinary soldiers are incomparable to the models carefully selected by the Chinese. The military attache's increase in troops has made the public's sentiments more inclined to the Chinese.
Time passed minute by minute. Xiang Ying and the pacesetters were very patient. Under the scorching sun, the soldiers' faces were covered with sweat, and it rolled down drop by drop, but no one moved.
The flying insects did not affect these soldiers. On the contrary, the French soldiers always used their hands to drive away mosquitoes and flies.
Gradually, the crowd began to stop teasing and talking, and those women were the first to feel distressed. They had no idea why these handsome men were motionless, and why didn't they even wipe off their sweat?
The men thought more deeply. They saw the soul of an iron army in these sculpture-like pacesetters.
In this era, no country has such rigorous military posture training, and many countries do not even have goose-stepping, let alone this kind of military posture training that tests people's will.
But in the Chinese army, standing in a military posture is the most basic boy's skill. If you can't pass this threshold, then don't think about joining the army.
There was once a soldier who was stung by a wasp on the face during the military posture and remained motionless. When he was finally dismissed, half of his face was swollen.
It was such rigorous training that created Asia's legendary army, and today it was just a test of its skills in Port Said and it had already overwhelmed everyone.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour... The French side went to sea to notify the counselor, and then the counselor came back by boat. This effort was very troublesome. After a full forty-five minutes, Counselor Lacu still had no idea. arrive.
For nearly an hour, the twelve Chinese pacesetters were twelve statues. The heat wave hit their faces, sweat wet their chests and backs, mosquitoes bitten their necks, and even the bitter and salty sweat flowed into their eyes, feeling the strong and irritating sensation. They, too, remained unmoved.
"Iron Army! This is an iron army..."
Finally, someone in the crowd exclaimed, and soon the cry of the Iron Army spread throughout Port Said.
Xiang Ying looked at the French soldiers opposite with contempt and thought to himself, "Is this what was blown to the sky? The strongest army in the world? Did Napoleon fight with soldiers like this back then?"
"What a pity, the Lion is old! Yuan is good. In this Franco-Prussian War, the French will definitely lose!"
Note: This is the fifth update... There should be a sixth update at five or six o'clock in the afternoon... Just wait patiently!
Shortness of breath, chest tightness, high blood pressure... I really am not young!
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