C474 The brave King Shang Tai!

Boom! Boom! Boom! The surface of the sea immediately became ablaze with fire. The powerful recoil from the cannons shook the entire battleship, causing it to shake violently. Ripples appeared on the surface of the sea. Even the fish swimming at the bottom scattered in fright.

This time, the bombardment was prepared and unprepared. Before, all the French battleship s had most likely achieved the same result, and at that time, all of the citizens in Ba City would hide in the refugee camps deep in the mountains. The French Army had only bombed empty houses and limited garrison forces.

Today, when tens of thousands of citizens shouted that they wanted to fight with the French, the giant cannons of the battleship finally found a chance. With such a crowd of people, was there even a need to aim? Open it wide and explode!

Bang … … One shell after another smashed into the group of people, causing the high explosive projectile to create countless mud, bricks, and corpses. The metal pieces flew in the air, exploding and smashing through the crowd.

"Blast..." Both aim, shoot freely... "Protect our army …" The commanders on the battleship had all gone mad. They were frantically commanding from the deck.

"Raise the sails..." Sail Now... Be careful of the counterattack from the Ryukyu's cannon... Oh, that shouldn't be it, right now Shang Tai has already been controlled by us … God bless the France! "

The sea surface was filled with smoke, and the docks had been massacred. At the bottom of the boat overturned by the Third Legion, the boxes of ammunition were wrapped in tarpaulin.

The French soldiers used their bayonets to cut open the tarpaulin, and then pried open the wooden board. In this era, bullets had evolved from split body parts to whole body parts, and fixed bullets had always been very high class, but Molière was clearly such a tall and noble Knight, this writing bullet was actually all metal fixed bullets.

"Hahaha …" Good stuff. Soldiers, this isn't a paper shell, it's a brass bullet … Fight with your mouth wide open! " As the officer roared, bullets were stuffed into each man's ammunition bags.

Soon, the Dresser opened fire, and a shower of bullets rained down on the berserk crowd. Although this type of single-shot rifle didn't have Spencer's firing speed, its power and range were far higher than Spencer's. The civilians who had broken through the shell bombardment were swept down like cut leeks.

Corpses were strewn all over the ground and blood was flowing like a small stream. Painful cries could be heard incessantly. The heavily injured could still be seen climbing to the top. He wanted to escape this hell on earth.

Pah pah pah … After a few shots, the wounded men who had tried to escape were killed on the ground. The Third Regiment of the French Army, in a long, two-line shooting formation, turned from their original position on the pier and charged towards the viewing platform.

No one had realized that not only were the French army hiding countless ammunition in the boat, they were also hiding a few military drum s. It was just this kind of small military drum s that made the French army stand out in Europe.

The military drum in Europe and the Ancient China were completely different. The Ancient China s were basically all used to boost morale, and the military drum in the musket era were used to control the pace of the army and the frequency of shooting. The moment the military drum rang the bell, it would be the start of the most merciless lined up shooting game.

"Forward... Shoot... Shoot... "Shoot..." Under the blade of the commander, the French army which was originally equipped with a musket began to emit the smell of the musket era.

Under the dual attacks of bayonets and rifle shots, the imperial guards were left in a line of death. Those unyielding souls stared at the heavens with wide eyes. Even in their deaths, they couldn't understand just how this battle had ended up like this.

"Your Majesty, surrender. This is your only way out. Do you want to see your subjects die like this? This is not what you, the wise king, do. Isn't that what you, the Asian values, admire? " Molière stared at Shang Tai's cat like mouse.

Gong Cheng also started to beat the gong beside him. "Your Majesty, a wise man knows his place. Since Ryukyu can endure humiliation at the hands of Japanese for more than two hundred years, what difference does it matter if we become a Frenchman? It did not harm you at all, but in the end, Shouli City was still your Shang Clan! "

The young king was currently dizzy. His subjects crowded around him. The Gui Chen s who usually respected and lectured him were now all as frightened as weak shrimp.

In the past, he had always been unable to educate his Majesty like this. But now, these officials who knew that the universe operated the truth, all became soft. They looked at Shang Tai with pitiful eyes, their intentions were too clear, they wanted to live.

"Hehe …" "Heh heh heh …" Shang Tai only felt that the scenery in front of his eyes was spinning like a lantern, and his ears were filled with buzzing sounds.

"There must be peace of mind when it comes to big things... No matter how dangerous the situation was, there was still a way out … If things really come to an irreversible point, then think about what you'll get after you surrender, and what you'll lose … "

Xiao Letian's voice sounded in his ears. When Shang Fu was in the Shouli City, he had talked with the young Wang Bingbing many times. When the young Wang Bingyun was in the Shouli City, he had also talked with the young Wang Bingyun.

How can one improve? How can I improve? After all, the most important thing was the pressure. Only when a person encountered a huge pressure, would he know how great his potential was.

The chaos in Shang Tai's mind only lasted for a few minutes, he did not know what kind of power made him calm down again. He looked around at his subjects who had fallen to the ground in fear, and cursed out loud while clenching their teeth.

"Look at you, is this how you used to act? They say that the collapse of Mt. Tai had not changed in the slightest. Now that Mt. Tai has not collapsed, all of you have become soft footed shrimps … All of you, stand up for us! "

"Stupid thing, hurry up and bandage General Cai Mao's wounds!"

Shang Tai's scolding had instead shocked all of the subjects. In the midst of chaos, the crowd would usually subconsciously choose to follow the strongest warrior. The people looked at the young King in disbelief. It was the first time they felt that Shang Tai's narrow shoulders had become somewhat imposing.

Cai Mao tore off his shirt and wrapped his wounds with a smile, "Your majesty has scolded me well, scolded me happily. Today, you have really gained some of the dignity of a king.

Shang Tai stared at Molière, his tone suddenly becoming extremely calm, "What's the difference if I surrender or not? What difference does the final outcome of the Ryukyu have? "

"Just as you said, the French are here to seek revenge for your emperor. You want to show your military might to the world, so what you want is not compensation at all, but a contract. What you want is slaughter!"

"Maybe I, Shang Tai, can preserve my life, but you will not let go of the new army of the Ryukyu. All you want is a massacre, am I right? "

Hearing Shang Tai's shout, Gong Cheng regretfully sighed, "What can you do about it? Your Majesty, can you care about anyone else now? Isn't the most important thing for you to be alive? You don't want the Ryukyu's treasure? "

"Shut up …" "You traitor …" Shang Tai scolded until his eyes turned red, and he unconsciously took two steps back.

"Do you allow me to watch the French slaughter their own subjects with indifference? What is a Monarch? You tell me what a monarch is? What I, Shang Tai, have on my shoulders is the responsibility of a nation, my actions and actions must be held accountable of the entire nation! "

"All you know is that the person enjoying life is the Qing Dynasty's Tarantula, not our King of the Glazed Ball! Gong Cheng, let me tell you, Our country was established in the early Ming, it was personally sealed by the ancestor, I am not a barbarian from outside, I am wearing Chinese clothes! "

Hua Xia's clothes! It was personally sealed by the Great Ancestor! These two words were so heavy that it felt as though a mountain had smashed onto Gong Cheng, causing him to be unable to say a single word. His face had even turned pale white. What is that? No matter what the literati said on the surface, they still believed that the Ming Dynasty was the most developed country in China.

The fact that it was personally sealed by the ancestor, made the Ryukyu Kingdom feel even more historical weight. Even the Frenchmen, such as Molière and Bruce, started to unconsciously tremble in fear.

It was in the 14th century that the Ryukyu officially became the Great Ming Subordinate States and accepted the strong Chinese mainland civilization. At that time, the dawn of the Renaissance had just appeared in Europe.

Molière knew that Shang Tai was using his dignity to equip himself. He was using the Ryukyu's five hundred years of history to cheer for him, this young king was actually really a hero.

It was as if this was the first time Lin Yuanmiao had met him, and his tears fell like rain: "Good, good, good, the Ryukyu is 500 years old, and has finally produced a hero.

As he said that, Lin Yuanmiao suddenly roared like a madman, his body pouncing straight towards the Thorny Blade Forest, "All the countries in the world are dead, all the kings are dead …" "Since the Son of Heaven wishes to defend the kingdom, this old official shall pave the way for His Majesty."

"Don't kill him!" Molière subconsciously cried out, the French soldiers who was looking straight at Lin Yuanmiao hurriedly shifted his blade, but before the blade could even hit the vital point, it had stabbed deeply into the shoulder blade of the Minister of Revenue.

"AHH!" Your Majesty … Since he had already seen through their wolfish ambitions … Then don't hesitate … Fight to the end! " Lin Yuanmiao spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Lin Yuanmiao was kicked back into the crowd once again. Shang Tai supported the injured old man and glared at him angrily.

"No matter what I do, I can't change the situation of the hungry wolves eating people. And I will absolutely not let you slaughter my people? Hahaha … Even if I were to let you all off the hook, the new troops trained by Prime Minister will have their own pride … "

After saying that, Shang Tai took out a yellow phosphorous head flame from his sleeve, pinched off the wax seal, and waved it against the wind. Multicolored flame shot up into the sky.

"In the Ryukyu, only Shang Fu and I are qualified to use this kind of multicolored signal flare … When this signal is given, Ryukyu Kingdom will have no distinction between north and south, no distinction between old and young, all will be united by a common enemy, and will be crushed by the enemy! "

"The Ryukyu is only on the list for 500 years, it ended here today … Even if Ryukyu's country is destroyed, I won't leave you a single strand of grass! "