How terrible is the permeability of thoughts? It can be seen from this that the two ideas of nationalism and militarism are entangled with each other, which has turned the Chinese people into a pile of dry firewood, and every news of Xiao Letian's victory in Europe is splashed on the dry firewood. On Mars!
The more victories the head of state wins, the more sparks will grow, and the irreversible prairie fire will be uncontrollable!
Sixteen young military cadets who had never received an audience turned into soldiers who were willing to die carrying explosive packs on their backs simply because they believed in the Führer's ideas!
Is all this just Xiao Letian's temptation? I'm afraid that's not the case. If you look at history in areas where nationalism is rampant in the world, that nation must have a very profound memory of being dominated and bullied!
Hatred is difficult to forget, it can even be passed down from generation to generation, and death cannot erase it!
Hatred is the dry firewood in that place, and thoughts are just the match!
It was already half past five in the evening, and the banquet at the Governor's Mansion was scheduled to start at seven thirty. At this time, celebrities and aristocratic families from Southeast Asia were already starting to prepare to enter.
A banquet like this is more ceremonial, and neither guest nor host can eat well, so people have to prepare a meal before attending the banquet. The same is true for Zaichun, who is currently tasting some snacks under the waiters of two governors.
The atmosphere of the talks between the two parties was very friendly, and both parties even vaguely expressed some uneasiness in the face of the aggressive expansion trend of the Chinese.
It was so righteous that the chief inspectors of Britain and the Netherlands sensed something different in the words of the little emperor. They were all veterans in the political arena, and they didn't need to say many things clearly!
The soldiers two blocks away were already ready. The first wave of assaults would begin at 6:10, when there were the most guests, and they would attack the crowded carriage convoy at the main entrance.
Ten minutes later, the second wave of attacks quickly attacked the Governor's Palace from the north... and fifteen minutes later, most of the British guard force had been mobilized.
At this time, the sky was already dark. The sixteen warriors took advantage of the chaos to approach the Governor's Mansion and launched the final decisive blow!
Everything is so perfect. This plan is much more rigorous than the stragglers on the street during the day, and it is also very feasible.
"It's already five-fifty...brothers, get ready!"
Sixteen hands were held together. Although they were prepared to die, they would still be nervous when the time came. Everyone was greedily breathing the air. This was the last air they could breathe.
The air rubs against the throat and makes a huffing sound, as if this is the only way to prove that he is still alive!
Just when the clock hand pointed to six o'clock, just when they were expecting the explosion of the first wave of attack, a sudden change occurred.
There was a sudden commotion on the street outside the door. The sound came from the direction of the dock, followed by the sound of countless horse hooves trampling.
"What's wrong? It seems like something happened outside. Someone is shouting... Still shouting in Chinese. Are they ours?"
Sixteen people rushed to the window and looked out through the gaps in the glass covered with newspapers. No one knew what was happening!
At this moment, the Singapore Pier was in a mess. The emperor moved into the Governor's Palace. The welcoming overseas Chinese did not disperse, but set up flowing water mats along the main road.
No one was polite today. All families had their dinners on the street. As long as you had a Chinese face and could speak Chinese, you could eat and drink at anyone's table.
In the familiar local accent, people toasted to each other, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the whole city!
At this moment, the telegraph machine in the telegraph room at the dock suddenly started ticking. A telegram sent from the Bangladesh telegraph station broke the calm!
The telegraph code quickly turned into a string of English. The British telegraph operator under the governor changed his face and his hands shook after reading the content.
The Chinese employee next to him also knew English. Driven by curiosity, he leaned over and took a peek. The words on it frightened him too.
"What are you doing? Don't peek... You guard here, I'll go to the Governor's Mansion!"
The British telegraph operator rode a fast horse and ran towards the Governor's Mansion, while the Chinese employees looked at each other and no one took the threat to heart, turned around and ran out.
The Lion City exploded, and the people closest to the telegraph room at the pier suddenly screamed in surprise!
"What? The French gave in? Surrendered!"
"Ancestor Emperor Tian! My fellow villagers, the French have signed the treaty and they have surrendered!"
"The Treaty of Frankfurt was signed, and the French compensated the head of state 1.2 billion francs..."
"The Chinese are mighty! The French are cowardly! They lost us..."
"Two hundred and ninety million taels of silver!"
boom! It was like a thunder exploded on the ground. All the overseas Chinese in the Lion City were dumbfounded. Many people couldn't turn their heads. Such astronomical figures made them lose the ability to think.
But soon everyone woke up from their boredom. They roared, hugged each other and slapped each other on the back, and everyone cried with tears in their faces... The Europeans and indigenous people around were dumbfounded.
When have you ever seen Chinese people so crazy? A drunkard rushed to a European gentleman and raised his middle finger arrogantly... Yes, the gesture of raising the middle finger to curse was taught to everyone by the head of state.
"Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother!" The middle finger and Chinese curse added, frightening the Europeans to retreat one after another.
At this juncture, no one is thinking about the majesty of Europe's deceived nations. Normally, no matter how arrogant the British officials are, they have to avoid the lunatics in this city!
"The Chinese won! It's incredible. The French actually paid compensation? 1.2 billion francs..." The situation has become incomprehensible to Europeans.
The news spread from the pier to the whole city like the wind. There was almost a wave of Chinese people on the street, cheering and rising with the news!
It was chaos now, and all the British police in the city were dispatched. They did not dare to suppress the crowd and could only try to maintain order. They were like a lonely boat in the storm. Their hats were knocked off and trampled on the ground, but they did not dare to fight back.
The Chinese people were crazy with excitement, and such a wild victory plunged them into hysterics!
At this time, the assassination plan of the military cadets was completely impossible to carry out. The gate of the Governor's Palace was crowded with cheering overseas Chinese, and the first wave of ambush soldiers could not lose their * at all.
The sixteen warriors also shed tears, "We won! A huge victory over France! The compensation was 290 million taels of silver... I, I, I... I really want to see that scene!"
"I want to see the grand occasion of the head of state's return..."
"I want, too……"
"I want, too……"
"How about...our plan...can we wait for another day?"
Everyone's eyes showed a look of withdrawal, and at this moment, there was a bang at the back door, and a team of people rushed in directly.
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