Zai Chun was excited for a long time before he calmed down. He leaned softly on the quilt and sighed.
"Fate, it's all fate. I originally thought that I was still young and had plenty of opportunities for trial and error. If my own path didn't work, I would go back and follow the master's path..."
"Actually, Master can also guess my thoughts, so he has allowed me to mess around all these years and has been silently helping me..."
"But who could have thought...who would have thought that I could get this disease...there is no time, no time to correct mistakes..."
"Now the master is not sure whether he is alive or dead. The British fleet is coming. My sixth uncle will not give up this opportunity..."
"Stop resisting, pass on my decree and tell Fuqing that he will defend the Gubeikou frontline... There is no need to win, as long as he can hold it..."
"Be patient and wait for the British to come. Let's negotiate then... I'm still not sure whether I can survive until that day. Don't die, don't die again..."
Only then did Gordon and Er Mao understand what the real chess game of the Führer was. That’s it!
Gordon's hands were covered in cold sweat. He felt both happy and sad. Fortunately, his country would eventually win, because if Xiao Letian's strategy really succeeded, then this newly born country in Asia would never be able to defeat it. .
Gordon knows this nation very well. As long as the Chinese are given a safe and adequate life, they will be the greatest builders of mankind.
If nomadic civilization and agricultural civilization unite, then marine civilization will lose all opportunities for invasion.
But is such a fusion really possible?
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, don't blame yourself so much. Maybe... maybe the Führer's strategy is also flawed?" Gordon asked boldly.
"Can the head of state guarantee the unity of farming and nomadic civilizations? Your Majesty also said that the two civilizations have been fighting for thousands of years!"
Zai Chun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I thought the same way before and asked the same question, but the master sees it more clearly than me..."
"Everything has two sides. The two civilizations have been neighbors for thousands of years, ruling each other and warring with each other. We can't just see bloodshed and conflict..."
"In fact, in a large time period, behind the bloody conflicts is fusion!"
"This kind of integration is subtle, and it's something that every drop of water can penetrate!"
"Why do the nomads on the Mongolian plateau have to drink tea? But in the European frigid zone at the same latitude, there is no such habit?"
"Why does the capital purchase more than 100,000 lambs from the Mongolian grasslands every winter? But the French and Italian tables do not purchase cattle and sheep from Tsarist Russia on a large scale?"
"Why? This is a fusion of civilizations. This is already a habit and something in the blood!"
"Everyone seems to think that this is a matter of course. Everyone knows that Mongolians drink tea, but why don't other European nomads in the same dimension have this habit?"
"Why does the capital purchase a large amount of mushrooms from outside the country? They are the most precious mushrooms, as well as beef and mutton. Can't we eat them from other places?"
"Southern Europe does not have the custom of purchasing large quantities of materials from the northern cold zone..."
"To put it bluntly, this habit is the product of thousands of years of constant war and integration. If you don't study the laws here, you will always think that this is a matter of course. But there must be a reason for what is a matter of course!"
"In fact, we can unite. We have been fighting for thousands of years. War is also a way of forced cultural exchange!"
"The most important point is, where can there be completely pure blood in Asia today?"
"Is it true that the Manchus and Mongols don't have a drop of Han blood in their bodies?"
"Is it true that there is not a drop of Xiongnu, Xianbei, and Qiang blood in the blood of the Han people in the Central Plains?"
"It has already been fused. All that is left is a piece of window paper. If you pierce it, it will naturally fuse together..."
Zai Chun pointed at Gordon, "Actually, it's a good thing that the British fleet is coming... You are here, and you will completely break through this layer of window paper!"
"Because you can't bring about peaceful rule. The colonists will always be skinned and cramped, and they will always be sucked of blood!"
"So after your victory this time, you can only bring cruel rule to Asia... When the two local civilizations can jointly feel the cruelty of your pirate civilization..."
"They will naturally unite, they will definitely unite...ahem..."
"Do you know? Master once said... one day all humans on earth will be united. It's very simple..."
"As long as a group of aggressive aliens come, they will invade the earth and kill all the humans on earth... By then, humans will naturally unite..."
"Haha...Human beings are such cheap bones. They will not change unless they are beaten and endure hardship..."
"Gordon... remember these words of mine. This is the essence of the master's thoughts and the jewel in the crown. You must let it be passed down..."
"You Europeans will temporarily take advantage, you will temporarily have the upper hand... But what about a hundred years from now? There will always be a day of decline. At that time, you should look at historical materials and remember... On the land of Asia, there was once a A wise man played a bad chess game..."
"He has long seen through the fate of mankind... He is right... But..."
"But all of this has been ruined for me... Wuwuwu..."
Zai Chun cried bitterly, which was a confession from his soul. In fact, he had collapsed since the news of Xiao Letian's disappearance came.
He had been holding on because he thought the magic medicine would save his life, but after Cixi made a big fuss today, Zai Chun's last hope was shattered.
He knew that the magic medicine would not be delivered and that his road had come to an end.
I thought that since my master was gone, I could still inherit his last wish and pass on his wisdom, but I found that I was finished too.
It turns out that the master's magical chess game can no longer come true. Everything is just a dream!
At this point, the last hope in Zai Chun's heart was shattered, and his spirit had collapsed.
Regret, endless regret, he regretted his overestimating behavior. He thought he could change everything, but unexpectedly he ruined the most precious time.
He ruined the most precious period of strategic opportunities for the Chinese and Manchus.
When the British Great White Fleet arrives, the Lanke chess game will never be presented to the world.
"Xiang Ying can't do it... Xiang Ying is the best naval general, and he can even become the prime minister of the Chinese..."
"But Xiang Ying cannot complete the national integration! This is Xiang Ying's shortcoming..."
"Fu Yin'er can do it, Fu Yin'er can do it... But junior brother is too young, too young... The British will imprison him, and the British will not give Fu Yin'er a chance..."
"I am a sinner...I am the master's sinner..."
Er Mao burst into tears and kowtowed his head.
"If I push him again, I'll push him with my life... If I don't believe in the magic medicine, he won't be able to deliver it!"
"Your Majesty, please rest. Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Er Mao and everyone else shouted.
It turned out that at this moment Emperor Tongzhi's head tilted and he was already unconscious on the quilt.
In late autumn of September, Emperor Tongzhi's condition became more serious and he fell into a deep coma!
