The time is approaching nine o'clock in the morning, and the atmosphere in London has become extremely strange at this moment. Nearly half a million people had already poured onto the streets. Under the command of the military police, they began to gather around various ceremony venues and on both sides of the streets that must be passed to connect the venues.
At this moment, the streets are already empty, and the number of people closest to the venue and streets is close to 180,000. Especially the Tower Bridge in London, the entire bridge is full of crowded people.
More citizens are destined not to see this event, and they can't even hear the sound. However, no one is impatient, because there are countless Chinese propaganda posters flying on the streets where they stop, and underneath each one is It was crowded with people.
The oriental charm that shocks the soul is like the cool breeze that blows into the hearts of citizens in summer. Chinese literati themselves pursue the tranquility of the soul, and oriental charm can naturally calm people's emotions.
A calm mind naturally cools down, I am sincere in your words!
More importantly, at this moment, the entire London people were conquered by the elegance of the Oriental charm, and they also felt strong in their hearts, that is, they could not lose face, and they could not lose the face of the British Empire in front of the Oriental gentlemen in the land of etiquette.
The Chinese have shown the best side to Britain. Do the people of London want the Chinese to see the ugliest side?
At this moment, all the military police and volunteer counselors don’t have to work hard at all. They only need to shout the words dignity, the dignity of the empire, and the people will naturally wake up.
"Don't be embarrassed, don't be embarrassed by the empire! Don't let the Chinese look down on our empire on which the sun never sets..."
"Dignity, gentlemen, please protect the dignity of the empire!"
At this moment, a dull exclamation suddenly came from the eastern streets, just like a cold wind on the eve of a storm suddenly blowing from the east on a sultry summer day.
"The fleet... a fleet is coming... it's the Victory!"
"I saw it, I saw that steel battleship..."
At nine o'clock in the morning, the envoys who had been waiting for a long time finally appeared on the outskirts of London, and the Tower Bridge was right in front of everyone.
"It's a mule or a horse. Let's pull it out today... everyone! Stand at attention! Salute!" Following the order of Lin Zhen, the gunner of the Zhiyuan, the soldiers standing on both sides of the ship collectively saluted both sides of the strait. The Zhiyuan officially Entering London city.
The Victory at Trafalgar was no exception. The British sailors stood proudly with their chins raised to the sky as they saluted the citizens of London.
At that moment, the entire Thames River was blaring steam whistles, and all the steamboats present were paying tribute to the guests from the East. The atmosphere was suddenly pushed to a certain point.
At this time, the citizens of London finally maintained the dignity of the Empire on which the sun never sets. There was no crowding, no trampling, and no cheers from those outside the city, only applause.
More than 100,000 people applauded to welcome the Eastern envoys. The applause was like a heavy rain hitting the city, and there was a roaring sound in the sky and the earth.
"Mighty! What a mighty battleship. Is this the Zhiyuan that made France and Tsarist Russia miserable? Mighty..."
"To be able to find a new way to design such a novel warship, these Chinese people have a way..."
"What a tough soldier... They are really different from the Qing people in the old cartoons and photos! They really don't have whips, and they are not that vulgar..."
"What a beautiful military uniform, what a tough soldier, what a serious military posture... elite, this is really elite!"
"Look... the child under the bright yellow umbrella on the bow of the boat, is he the emperor of the Qing Dynasty?"
"That's right, only the Chinese emperor can wear bright yellow and have a golden dragon totem..."
"Long live the Emperor! Welcome to Britain..."
After all, Zai Chun is the emperor, and the natural aura he carries is really dazzling. These Londoners don't understand the tricks of Eastern politics. How do they know who has the real power?
Naturally, Xiao Letian would not steal Zai Chun's limelight at this time. He took a half-step back to make Zai Chun stand more conspicuously on the high platform.
Zai Chun was almost floating at this moment. This was a wonderful feeling that he had never experienced before. Hundreds of thousands of people applauded and cheered for him. Everything was not organized or trained by the Ministry of Rites. It was all done by the people themselves. A natural expression of emotion.
Because it is real, it touches people's hearts even more. Zai Chun has never seen such a scene since he automatically ascended the throne. It is completely different from that in China.
The Thames River is flowing slowly, and there are exotic buildings everywhere on both sides of the river. There are countless fancy roofs and sculptures. There is a completely different and beautiful picture of the East here.
What is even more amazing is that the city is full of free and proud citizens. Their faces do not have the dishonesty, ignorance, timidity and cautiousness on the faces of the Qing people. They are more healthy, confident and sunny...
Cheers, whistles, long live shouts and warm applause formed waves and rushed towards Zai Chun. The little emperor felt like he was almost flying into the sky.
The arms have become machines, waving in mid-air, the muscles on the face have become numb, and the smile has never disappeared...
"This feels so damn good!" In the end, Zai Chun even whispered a curse word.
Xiao Letian smiled faintly, "This is the taste of power! What you tasted before was mixed with water, that kind of fake grand scene, not worth mentioning..."
The fleet went upstream, and the Tower Bridge of London was already in sight. The pier on the north shore was the first ceremonial venue for entering London. At this moment, the British government officials on the shore were already standing neatly at the venue.
"Depressurize the boiler...lower...get ready to dock..." In Xiang Ying's roar, the British barges slowly approached. These small steamboats would eventually push the Zhiyuan to the edge of the dock under their own power.
The same goes for the Victory. The last few dozen meters to the dock pier require power from the barge and motorboat.
At this moment, Benjamin and others can already see the faces of Zai Chun and Xiao Letian, and no matter how much resentment they have in their hearts, they cannot show it now.
"Fire a 21-gun salute to welcome His Majesty the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty!" Benjamin gave the order, and the artillerymen who had been prepared for the ceremony quickly fired the fuse.
Boom boom boom...the dull sound of a salute was heard and white smoke filled the air.
The 21-gun salute was not over yet. Immediately afterwards, Benjamin ordered "fire a 19-gun salute to welcome the Chinese Yuan!"
Boom boom boom...A dense salute sounded again at the Tower Bridge ceremony venue.
Xiao Letian's eyes shrank, but he still had the iconic smile on his face, but he was still somewhat unhappy mentally. "I didn't expect that I was given 19 rings! It seems that Benjamin is determined not to give me the recognition of the Chinese national identity." Me?"
"Just seek death! Let me see how many days you can dance now!"
