Whether it was Xiao Letian's previous life or the current parallel world, Man Qing had always stubbornly followed the old path and dived in without wanting to look back.
Since the Taiping Rebellion, under the dual pressure of domestic resistance forces and Western industrial civilization, the Manchu Qing regime has long lost the prestige it had when the country was first founded.
In this era, the nobles of the Eight Banners, from top to bottom, are all trying to settle down. No one is enterprising at all. They are like ostriches in the desert who bury their heads in the sand and pretend not to see the changes in the world.
It was enough to be able to maintain this situation and maintain the integrity of the Qing Dynasty. Li Hongzhang sighed, "He is just a paper framer." How could he be talking about himself?
In fact, everyone in the political arena of the late Qing Dynasty was a paper framer. Everyone just muddle along and just enjoy their own wealth first. After death, who cares about the floods?
Of course Emperor Tongzhi didn't dare to believe everything Xiao He believed, but he didn't believe it either. When he heard that the master had spent all his money on internal affairs and naval construction, the little emperor's mind became active again!
Since the master does not want to build a super powerful army, it means that the master does not want to declare war with me by force. His eyes are still overseas!
So much money has been invested in the Navy. Of course, the Navy is a gold-swallowing monster. It really can’t do anything with less money!
What do I have to fear about the Navy? No matter how powerful the battleship is, can it be driven onto land? After all, isn't it just about dominating the area covered by naval guns around the coastline?
How much territory does that have? I have more than 10 million square kilometers of land in the Qing Dynasty, but do I still care about such a small coastline?
As long as you don't touch this big cake of my Central Plains, what use do I care about your ocean?
Master, no matter how much you share in the interests of the sea, we will not be jealous... Of course, I, Zai Chun, will still be jealous as a direct disciple, but I can't help the other royal nobles in the court not being jealous!
After all, those people don’t know what the sea is. We won’t spend money that we don’t understand. Look, the men from the Eight Banners understand the truth!
Let Xiao Letian show off his power on the sea and seize colonies from the foreigners... Men, let's just sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and tigers!
Who will give the Chinese family property to in the future? This is still uncertain!
Internal affairs is good! It would be better if all the money is invested in internal affairs. Anyway, your docks, factories, railways, mines... are all built on my Qing Dynasty's land!
Now that you are strong, I cannot offend you, but no one can always have the upper hand! That day when your Chinese clan became weak, didn’t all these family assets belong to me?
To be more explicit, how old am I, Zaichun? How old is your Xiao Letian this year? I can endure you to death even if I endure it for many years!
I will carry out reforms with peace of mind. First, I will stabilize my shabby house in Manchu Qing Dynasty from collapse. I will wait until you die... Then, haha... As a direct disciple, I have to have a family business no matter what. Inheritance!
I am the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and I have the support of all the people of the Central Plains. I also have the new army after reform... Let's see who can grab the most inheritance!
You Chinese just go ahead and build, but don’t you Han people just love construction?
Let you work hard on construction first, and when the fruits are ripe, I will go down the mountain to pick peaches!
If I can’t offend the master, I can’t offend the rest of you turtle bastards?
Xiang Ying, you wait, I want to play with your woman, spend your money, peel off your skin, and beat your muscles!
During the banquet, Zai Chun would be in a daze from time to time, so distracted that he didn't know where he had flown to!
Xiao Hexin just looked at him with a smile, but he had already guessed what this little bastard was thinking.
"Haha, just do it! No one in this world can analyze your Manchu Qing Dynasty more thoroughly than the head of state..."
"The slop bucket in your heart contains all the filth, and the head of state knows it well... Let's do it well and see who ends up committing suicide first!"
"You studied under the head of state, but you only learned half a thing... You don't even know what industrial civilization is, and what kind of violent power he possesses!"
"You are just a pawn in the hands of the head of state. Even the large and small forces in Europa are just pawns in the hands of the big shots..."
"The chess game in Paris has finally come to an end!"
On the Asian side, Xiao Hexin was trying every means to appease Emperor Tongzhi, but in Europe the chess game started by Xiao Letian, Bismarck and others had reached its final moment.
The bloody curtain has slowly begun. The 300,000 imperial veterans led by McMahon finally completed their return and after a short period of repairs, they began to march towards Paris.
The Imperial Veterans Group, which Napoleon III devoted his whole life to building, became a sharp sword in Thiers' hands!
Standing on the station platform of the small northern city, Thiers looked at the endless marching team in front of him and felt the majesty of the glorious period of the empire.
On the railway tracks, one train after another of freight cars spewed black smoke and headed toward Paris. The train carriages that were originally used to pull coal, iron, and wood were crowded with soldiers with calm eyes.
Along both sides of the railway line, two lines of people on the dirt road were marching parallel to the railway track. These soldiers who had marched hard in the deserts of North Africa and Mexico seemed not to feel fatigue at all. The army had been marching at a determined pace. forward.
The rolling earth dragon covered the sky and the sun, and layers of dust suddenly fell on the small station!
"Marshal...are you really sure? Are you really ready? They have been in the prisoner of war camp for so long, do they really not need to repair for a while?"
McMahon looked at his regiment and smiled coldly: "Your Excellency, the army is my home. I know these soldiers as I know my own children..."
"Please rest assured, as long as you can raise enough military expenditures, these children will reward you with victories you can't imagine!"
"They are professional soldiers, please respect this term, professional soldiers!"
"They have been immersed in the military for half their lives. They are familiar with all kinds of emergencies. They have experienced more complex environments than now!"
"Do you believe it? It only took less than a week for the 300,000-strong army to recover from its disorganized state to the reorganization of all units of the military division, brigade and regiment!"
"Haha... Such efficiency is not comparable to that of the peasant soldiers of the Southern Corps!"
"Fight! You are not as good as me...raising money! I am not as good as you! That's all..."
Thiers suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and forced a smile and said, "Please leave the military expenditures to me. I will not only give the soldiers the best treatment, but also give them the best weapons and equipment..."
"I have purchased 10,000 of the most advanced Mauser rifles and sufficient ammunition from the Germans, and they will be delivered to the marshal the day after tomorrow!"
"For the sake of our country, restore order in Paris as soon as possible!"
