C470 French landing

Gong Cheng's eyes were almost narrowed into slits. His heart was beating loudly and depressingly and his back was covered in sweat.

"This is …" Was this the reason why His Majesty had personally rushed to the streets to console the citizens? This was all taught to you by His Majesty, Xiao Letian? " Gong Cheng stuttered.

Shang Tai, Fan Lian and the rest did not say a word, because at this time, the French fleet was already very close to the pier, and everyone could see the special envoy Molière's ribbons flying in front of his chest.

Gong Cheng clenched his fists so tightly that his palms began to sweat. He could not stay in this group any longer and thought that he had only made this decision by chance, never did he expect that there was actually a theory supporting him.

"Heavens, is Xiao Letian a demon? How could he be so young, yet have reached the point where he could build merits with words? Is he worthy? "

"Damn it, damn it! "This old man is so angry …"

Gong Cheng's stomach full of acid was already about to boil, and the acid that spewed out from his seven orifices was even thicker than acetic acid. The reason why he brought the English and French and the Qing Dynasty to oppose him in the past was actually because he did not have the will to do so. His father wanted to become Han Lin but did not get the chance.

These jealous and jealous people had a heart of gold. They naturally hated those who were stronger than them.

Xiao Letian was now the Prime Minister of the Ryukyu, and the Manchu dynasty did not dare to offend him. Even Ceng Guofan and the others admired Xiao Letian, for him to be able to achieve such a feat was already a huge accomplishment.

I, Xiao Letian, am a dignified Grand Master of Western Studies who wrote《 Journey to the West》, but what do you, Gong Cheng, have? There was nothing at all. How could he not be jealous?

Especially now, when Gong Cheng realised that Xiao Letian had actually placed a Divine Needle at the center of Ryukyu's imperial court and people's hearts, the sour atmosphere became even stronger.

Others might not be able to understand Xiao Letian's plans, but Gong Cheng could see everything clearly. Everything Xiao Letian said could already be called a 'political platform', it was a banner that condensed the human heart, he was trying to improve the politics of the Ryukyu, it was f * cking the work of the Sub-Saints.

"You bastard Xiao Letian, you actually dare to establish a new value system in Asia? You actually want to teach the monarch of the whole world how to rule? How can I be your subject? You are actually trying to reconstruct the concept of the country and the concept of the nation? "

"Damn you, do you want to be on par with Kong Meng?" If I, Gong Cheng, were to let you succeed, I will jump into the Pacific Ocean and commit suicide! "

Xiao Letian didn't even say anything after making a statement, yet he was still able to stand up for him. This was too terrifying, did he want to become a Thousand Autumn Saint? A good Ryukyu King wants to see how much of a mess you, Xiao Letian, have turned out.

As the king of a country, how could he walk into a refugee camp and pour water for an old man? The injured child said to carry him or her on his or her back?

Looking at the ministers of the Ryukyu and the new army, they were too different, too abnormal. Gong Cheng had never seen a court that did not have a sense of superiority.

Shang Tai had already drilled his way into the crowd of refugees to act, so how could those ministers be good? Gong Cheng had even seen the Vice Minister split firewood in the Wounded Barracks with an axe, and he was so tired that his hands were full of blisters.

As for the performance of the new army, it would be hard to see. Other than the historical Yue Clan and Willow Battalion, there was no other army with such strict discipline.

had also achieved it. The way he instilled the art of becoming the sovereign, the way they served as the subjects and the way they served as the army had already affected the way the people of Ryukyu worked. If time was given to Xiao Letian, what would happen to the future of the Ryukyu?

"No, no, no …" Gong Cheng clenched his fists tightly and thought fiercely in his heart: "I will never give you this chance, I will sell this Ryukyu to the best of my abilities, do you want to become a saint? "Dream on like a spring and autumn dream …"

It seemed that Gong Cheng was not only interested in selling out his country, his other greatest hobby was jealousy and virtue.

Just at this time, a low exclamation came up from the pier. It turned out that the French boat had already touched the dock.

Countless imperial guards and the spectators all looked at the lobster soldier that was clad in red military uniforms with hatred in their eyes. This group of executioners had massacred many citizens of Ryukyu, and the people that were wearing today were actually the five people that went to the shore to sign the contract.

The soldiers were about to squeeze out of the water with their rifles. If it wasn't for the fact that there were no bullets in the guns, they probably wouldn't have been able to control their impulse to pull the trigger.

The onlookers became restless as well. In this unprecedented bombing, which family didn't have any friends or relatives killed? Gradually, the crowd began to push forward uncontrollably.

"Bottom, everyone..." "Don't push, this is a truce agreement, not a war agreement. Whoever destroys our signature on impulse will be the sinner of our Ryukyu …"

"Fathers and elders, fellow villagers, please don't be rash, don't be rash …" "Step back two steps, step back two steps …"

Under the painful advice of the imperial guards, although the crowd was restless, order was maintained in the end. Although there were many gazes filled with hatred, they did not erupt.

Special Envoy Molière was the first one to ascend the bridge, standing on the sturdy wooden bridge, Molière, who was dressed in a black suit with a ribbon on his chest, was in high spirits.

"Aiyaya, your His Excellency the Special Envoy is doing well. This one pays respects to you …" The water dog was the first to rush over, saluting the envoy while carefully wiping off a stain on his pants.

"This way please, this way please …" Under the guidance of the water dog, General Bruce and the three hundred French soldiers tied up the boat and jumped onto the dock to gather at the dock.

The Naha Harbor had long since become a dead port. The previously crowded dinner scene was gone, with one third of the empty jetty having been blown up, leaving behind enough boats to dock on.

The French soldiers lined up in a neat line raised their chin proudly and started to walk towards the signing platform, as if they were going to start the parade ahead of time. However, just as they stepped onto the stone road, they were stopped by Cai Mao and his imperial guards.

"According to the agreement, we need to check your guns. You can bring your rifles ashore, but you are not allowed to bring ammunition …" Cai Mao said coldly.

Molière coldly glanced at Cai Mao, and didn't bother to reply. Instead, he tilted his head and pouted his mouth towards Major General Bruce.

"All have... Stand at attention... "Spear..." Following Bruce's roar, the three hundred French soldiers swung their rifles and thrusted their blades at their spears, holding them in front of their chests.

It was indeed worthy of being called the strongest in the army. This was an army that was recruited from the Indian colony, but their military qualities were not inferior to the new army. As expected, the soul of the Napoleon era's army was still around.

At this time, the traitor Gong Cheng also walked over. "See, look around... I said that the French are faithful and you still doubt it, what a petty person! But let me remind you, it is the rule of both sides that you are not allowed to bring ammunition. We also need to check the rifles of the imperial guards in this venue! "

Cai Mao glared at him, but did not say anything, he only wanted his own guard company's soldiers to rush up to check, time was short, three hundred people could not possibly search all of them, ten of them would be more than enough.

The rifle that Molière's conscription team was carrying was the one and only Druce that was equipped with at that time. It was very easy to check if there were any bullets.

After checking the safety on the soldiers, countless of guard company warriors groped from head to toe, almost ripping off the French boots, but they did not find a single bullet.

After half an hour had passed, guard company ran over to General Cai Mao and saluted respectfully, "Reporting to General! No ammunition were found! "

"You suspicious yellow people, you relied on this caution to fail. Six or seven years ago, we were able to set foot in the Beijing's territory, and today, we are able to do so as well. The world in Asia is nothing but defenseless for us white people …" Molière looked at Cai Mao contemptuously, and walked towards.

"Ai ai ai …" His Excellency the Special Envoy! "You haven't checked the imperial guards yet …" Gong Cheng chased after him with flattery.

Molière waved his hand, saying, "No need, I trust you, and I trust the battleships and cannons on the sea even more. If anything happens to me, I think that Ba's several hundred thousand people will be buried alive!"

Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant beyond belief! Molière was indeed worthy of being the bodyguard officer of Napoleon III, he was personally bestowed the title of Knight by the French Emperor. He had learned all the pride and arrogance in his heart from Napoleon III, if not, the people in the circle of nobility would suspect that he had feelings for the Emperor.

Shang Tai watched as his height neared two meters, and the giant Molière subconsciously shrunk backwards. However, after thinking about Xiao Letian's fighting posture back then under the Shouli City, he braced himself and went forward.

"Mr. Envoy, do you have any objections to the draft Gong Cheng brought you?" The young king's voice was trembling. But Molière did not directly answer him.

Molière looked at Shang Tai's strange clothes carefully, and in the end, bowed towards his majesty. This was, after all, a king recognized by the laws of the world, so he had to show the respect that he deserved.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Before we sign the agreement, I suggest that we, the French soldiers, make a division. I hope that the esteemed king can see for himself what the European army really is like … Xiao Letian has only provided you with unconventional training methods and tactics, I am sorry to say that you made the wrong choice! "

Shang Tai naturally had a French interpreter behind him, and when the surrounding important officials of the Ryukyu heard this, they looked at each other as if they had swallowed gallbladder.

Arrogant, so f * cking arrogant! A few of the grumpy officials wanted to retort, but when they saw the killing intent of the French battleship above the sea from the corner of their eyes, they swallowed their words back.

"Prime Minister is right, justice and justice are within the cannon's range. If our Ryukyu also had a navy, how could we let them block our door!"