Looking at the blood on Xiang Ying's hands, Xiao Letian's heart twitched. He realized that Xiang Ying didn't listen to his advice at all. This guy wanted to kill Zai Chun from the beginning to the end.
That's right, not only did he want to overthrow the Qing Dynasty's Jiangshan Sheji, he also wanted to destroy Zai Chun. Why did this guy have so much resentment in his heart? Is it true, as Buddhist and Taoist theories say, that this is an injustice from a previous life? Are they destined to hurt each other?
Perhaps there is only one explanation, otherwise Xiang Ying would not have such a strong obsession to use military means to overthrow the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
In Xiao Letian's plan, various unavoidable situations were used to wear down the Qing Dynasty, accelerate the withering of their internal talents, and finally allow the abdication edict to appear in advance. This is the perfect solution to the Man Qing Dynasty.
But when he saw the blood on Xiang Ying's hands, he suddenly realized something. Sometimes hatred was something that he couldn't suppress. The hatred accumulated during the two hundred years of Manchu rule had not disappeared. He just Quietly hiding under the deep water, waiting for the trend of the times to stir up, when the time comes, the sky will be darkened and the earth will be darkened.
Bloodbath the Tartars and restore China! This is not a slogan, it is the inner voice of many Chinese people, with a strong bloody aura hidden under the friendly and kind faces.
"It turns out that the power of hatred can be so powerful... Xiang Ying! You..." Even Xiao Letian was speechless at that moment. He really didn't know what kind of language he could use to resolve this kind of hatred.
Xiang Ying didn't notice the change in the master's expression at all. He took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around his finger bones and whispered, "Master, I will unconditionally implement all your decisions, and there will never be any discount... But I will never Keeping my own opinion, the fortress plan should include the overthrow of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the result you expected..."
Xiang Ying gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry...the result you expected...is too idealistic!"
This time Xiao Letian didn't scold him. The master and apprentice just stood there quietly, with the golden sun shining on them. From a distance, they looked extremely warm, but only the soldiers closest to them could feel the warmth. of chill.
At this moment, a strange cry suddenly sounded, standing at attention and saluting, "See your majesty!" This was to remind Xiao Letian that Zai Chun had arrived.
Zai Chun, who had just woken up and washed his face, came over excitedly, "Xiang Ying, are you back? How was the result? Did you gain anything..."
However, he didn't expect Zai Chun's hot face to be pressed against his cold buttocks. Xiang Ying looked at him indifferently, hummed softly and turned away, "I'll go talk to Mr. Kevin and see how the results of his emergency repair and maintenance are." ...I’m sorry, I’m taking advantage of you and give in!”
After speaking, Xiang Ying wiped Zai Chun's arm and walked away, giving him a big eye roll.
"Eh? Ouch... Is this guy over the top? He's so angry!" Zai Chun stomped his feet angrily.
"Master, look...why is this man like this? I said hello to him kindly, what's going on with him? Even if he has made meritorious service in Port Said, he is not so awesome, right?"
Xiao Letian's heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. At this moment, he was even more sure that these two people were the victims of injustice in the previous life. I am afraid that the only person in this world who can correct this injustice is the Buddha.
"Forget it, he has been busy all night and is exhausted. Don't blame him... Have you eaten? If not, ask them to send some buns over..."
The conflict in the early morning was just a small episode. The atmosphere on the Zhiyuan was very harmonious throughout the whole day. All important tasks had been completed. There were only two things left. One was to seize the time to maintain the battleship. After all, the strong winds The pressure and impact still caused some damage to the Zhiyuan.
The other thing is to wait for the powerful Mr. Lantern in the Middle East. At the moment, Ikram is lurking in Port Said. He is expected to arrive here tomorrow morning when he pulls the lantern.
It was a rare leisurely day. Both the Chinese and the British got the results they wanted. The commanders of both sides were in an extremely happy mood. They actually gave the soldiers a one-day drinking ban and let them rest as much as they wanted.
Picnics were held on almost all the battleship decks. Under the warm sunshine of the Mediterranean, shirtless soldiers drank wine and grilled plump beef and mutton. The imperial chef of the Forbidden City helped them mix the spices for the barbecue. This standard was high enough. .
The Mediterranean Sea became a swimming pool for soldiers. The sailors standing on the deck screamed and jumped into the sea water. The entire sea surface crackled like dumplings.
When they were having fun, the Chinese soldiers and the British sailors actually found a leather ball and used it as a water polo to play in the sea. There were no rules, but a group of people had a great time playing.
The entire outer sea of Port Said has become a playground for the combined fleet. In the eyes of the French defenders at the port, these people are Chi Guoguo's show off and provocation.
All the merchant ships on the sea cautiously circled the battleship, each one as timid as a little girl walking in a bar street late at night.
A sense of shame surged into the hearts of all French people. It was not until the small steamship arrived by Minister Ferdinand that this suppressed power suddenly exploded.
"Your Excellency, Minister... you are here, Port Said almost fell..."
"Lord Viscount... I want to accuse Counselor Lacu of issuing an apology statement that humiliates the country..."
"Yes, we want to impeach him. At the most critical moment, he didn't even have the courage to order a war. He is the sinner of France!"
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The Viscount, who had just suppressed vomiting and diarrhea, was suddenly surrounded by voices of accusation, which made his head spin. Counselor Raku, who had been criticized by thousands of people, stood alone in the corner of the room, speechless like a wooden sculpture.
"Enough! Enough! Stop arguing..." Ferdinand was furious. "Are you still considered soldiers of the empire? The enemy has set foot on our land, why is there not a bloody one?"
"Are you still waiting for Raku's order? What about your own mouths? Aren't you trying to shirk responsibility? Or are you thinking that you can't defeat the British, and finally put the blame on Raku!"
"You all push it down... I want to talk to Raku alone!"
The group of military attachés all left the room with blushing faces after their worries were revealed. Only Raku and Ferdinand were left in the room.
"Now tell me the whole process, don't hide anything..."
Raku stood in front of his mentor, with an ashen face and recounted the entire incident in detail. As a result, Ferdinand almost lost his breath and was almost pissed to death.
"A mediocre person! A mediocre person... you have been fooled, you have been fooled all over! Xiao Letian took advantage of your fear. These Chinese are using the power of the British to suppress you!"
"They don't dare to go to war with us at all, because the trip to Europe depends on whether the Chinese people are recognized by European countries. Their most critical task now is to cash in on the dividends of defeating Tsarist Russia! How can they waste time here!"
"You shouldn't have given that apology announcement! Even if you pay more compensation, you shouldn't have given this announcement... Idiot! You let me down so much, get out! Get out, why am I so confused and choose you as me? The successor! Get out..."
