On the dusty streets of Port Said, Raku walked around in a daze as if he had lost his soul. He didn't know where he was going, and even the world in his eyes became hollow.
Everyone is avoiding this down-and-out counselor, and both soldiers and civilians are pointing fingers behind his back.
Raku's spiritual world collapsed. Ferdinand's curse suddenly woke him up. It turned out that Britain did not stand with the Chinese. It turned out that these Chinese were just using the power of the Chinese to oppress themselves.
What went wrong? Raku didn't understand until he reached the outskirts that everything was actually due to his own fear and greed.
Fear of causing a catastrophic disaster on his own hands, fear of shouldering responsibilities that he never dared to imagine, fear of being unable to deal with the situation after the war breaks out.
There is also greed, greed for the promise of the viscount, greed for the position of the future minister, and even more greed for the rich oil and water of the canal company. In order to keep all this, Lacu does not dare to go to war with the Chinese.
Fear and greed made him lose his rational judgment, and he was eventually fooled by the Chinese. Who can blame him?
Standing on the empty beach by the sea, countless battleships of the United Fleet were anchoring on the northeast sea. He seemed to faintly hear excited cheers in the distance.
"Are they laughing at me? It must be"
In the inner pocket of the suit is a musket inherited from the Raku family. It is a musket decorated with gold and silver patterns and can be fired with one hand. In the 17th and 18th centuries, this weapon was the main weapon used by gentlemen in gladiatorial combat.
The history of this musket can be directly traced back to Raku's great-grandfather. People in the family said that his great-grandfather used this musket to fight with people. It was a victory in every battle. Three guys who overestimated their capabilities were killed by this musket. On the gun.
This is the symbol of the family's glory, but today Raku has completely destroyed the family's glorious inheritance. This family heirloom has become a weapon for Raku to punish himself.
Pour in the black gunpowder, compact it with a pipe, stuff it with lead bullets and tighten it with a pipe. The heavy Suifa gun is held in your mouth, and tears well up in Laku's eyes.
"I'm sorry, my wife, my little Sandy, I must die. Only in this way can I appease the emperor's anger."
"As long as I die, my life may become a tool for France to inspire military morale. Maybe only then will I be recognized as a hero by the emperor."
"My death can wash away my sins and gain the Emperor's forgiveness. Only in this way can I give you a better life. If I live in an ignoble way, not only will I be judged, but I will also be implicated in the entire family!"
"May God bless you, tell the French Emperor that I was forced to death by Xiao Letian! Use my life to inspire the soldiers and civilians, and let the flame of hatred burn on the land of France."
"Revenge!"
After a dull gunshot, a hole the size of a teacup was opened in the back of Raku's head, and blood poured out.
The corpse hit the beach heavily, and blood flowed into the Mediterranean Sea like a stream. Only three minutes later, a group of soldiers came running from the city.
"Counselor, Counselor! Your Excellency, the Minister, summons you."
"Counselor Viscount Lakulaku is no longer angry and has summoned you to discuss matters."
"Oh God! Raku committed suicide."
A group of soldiers surrounded him with a bang. What they saw was shocking. The body was lying on the beach, the waves were hitting his head one after another, and blood was pouring into the sea.
And on the beach next to the body, a line of French words written with fingers shocked people's hearts: Revenge! revenge! revenge! Raku, the martyr!
Everyone was silent. They were even ashamed of the collective shirk of responsibility just now. Is the responsibility for the canal crisis all the responsibility of Lacu alone? Don’t we have any responsibility?
When the Chinese landed aggressively and launched an army to punish them, and when they stood up and challenged the French army, who took any action? No one wants to take responsibility, and everyone wants the counselor to bear all the blame.
It's okay now, Raku has taken away the blame alone, and everyone can finally shirk the responsibility. But why does my heart hurt so much, like a knife cutting it.
When Viscount Ferdinand heard the news that Raku had committed suicide, he screamed and his eyes darkened and he fainted on the bed. His condition, which he had just seen, worsened again.
The doctor spent half an hour rescuing the Viscount before he woke up. When he woke up, the first thing he did was cry, and he cried non-stop.
Raku is a loyal disciple taught by his words and deeds. He has been following him for nearly ten years. He just scolded him in a moment of emotion, but he regretted it within half an hour.
Ferdinand knew very well that the real responsibility for this matter still lay with him, because the entire plan to ambush the Zhiyuan was made by him, and he was the initiator!
The plan he made didn't work out and he blamed Raku for not handling the aftermath. This is obviously unreasonable!
And a very important point is that for all the years that Raku has been following me, I have never trained him to be independent. Now that I suddenly put such a heavy burden on him, how can it not be chaotic?
Of course, Ferdinand's illness was also the main reason for his emotional confusion. If he was normally in good health, he would not be so rude and scold his apprentice.
It was precisely because the vomiting and diarrhea made him extremely depressed that he lost control of his emotions before. In fact, Raku didn't have to die. At the moment when he was at his lowest and pessimistic, if the Viscount could give him a little confidence, he might be able to endure it.
It's a pity that Ferdinand did not encourage him, but chose to curse like a storm, which became the last straw that broke Raku's psychological defense.
Viscount Ferdinand cried so much that snot bubbles popped out of his nose. He looked out the window at the combined fleet on the sea and furiously beat the bed with his hands.
"Send a report! Send a report to the French Emperor! Revenge, you must take revenge!" Ferdinand's eyes darkened as he roared and he fainted again.
Half a month later, the elderly Ferdinand finally failed to resist the plague and eventually died of illness in Port Said.
Maybe it was because God loved him and brought him out of this world early. Otherwise, when he saw with his own eyes the scenes of Xiao Letian dominating Paris, he might not have died of illness, but of anger.
While Viscount Ferdinand was struggling for the last part of his life, Xiao Letian secretly disguised himself and sneaked into the land at night. In a fishing village outside Port Said, he finally met Ikram's brother, a powerful figure in the Middle East. Turn on the light.
This is a strong man, with a tall build and a height of 1.8 meters, with bright eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips. From the appearance, this is a typical heroic appearance.
Xiao Letian nodded secretly in his mind, "A hawk looks at a wolf? It's interesting. This kind of person can achieve great things, but his loyalty will not be too high! But it doesn't matter. In my Middle East strategy, I need such a hero in the early stage!"
