C477 Wake up, wake up!

On the stage, Molière was unleashing his violence, causing the new army to be blown into smithereens. Under the French artillery rain, the charging army could no longer maintain the pressure on the enemy, and after Shang Tai and the others gave the order to retreat, the unresigned new army soldiers all retreated.

"Retreat..." Leave us alone... "Retreat, only by living can we continue killing the enemy …"

"Damn it!" Damn it! "Dammit …" Molière cursed under his breath and then smashed the butt of the spear onto the ground. Finally, even Shang Tai's forehead got hit by the butt of the spear, causing dark red blood to flow out.

"Protect His Majesty, fight it out with them …" After all, there were at least twenty people on the viewing platform. How could they just sit there and watch their king get beaten up?

They struggled to block Molière's spear support, while Lin Yuanmiao and Jin Changsen fought back and forth between themselves with their spears. In the chaos, Shang Tai's martial strength exploded forth, and his fist landed on Molière's eye sockets.

"Bastard!" Are you all blind? "Smash it …" With Molière's orders, the surrounding soldiers raised their spears and smashed down on Molière's face and head.

Shame was simply a humiliation that could not be washed away in a hundred years. In the process of conquering Asia in Europe, there had never been such an insult to a sovereign. Even if the British and French combined forces burned the Yuan Ming Yuan six years ago, but towards the palace ministers who stayed in the Beijing, they would not go as far as to humiliate them.

"See? You finally saw it! What did these Europeans do to us? What about your hopes, the peace you speak of? Tell me where they are! " Shang Tai blocked the spear butt attack, and shouted at his subordinates.

No one could answer this question. The strong sense of humiliation made these civil officials feel incomparable remorse. If they had known earlier that they would meet with such humiliation, they would rather be martyred like a martyr than agree to any bullshit peace negotiations.

Bang! The wooden butt of the spear smashed into the body of a person, causing a loud sound to ring out. Hearing this, Gong Cheng frowned. Why did it have to be so tough, why did it have to be so tough! I told you long ago that in the future, the Master Yang will be the leader of the family in the world. A wise man knows his place! "Why, why …"

In the midst of this chaos, the boat finally passed through the death shooting zone of the coastal defense artillery and successfully reached the edge of the dock.

"Well done... The warriors of the Empire immediately took the formation as their basic combat unit, seizing the Seven Stars Mountain to attack all the shore defense cannon emplacements! " General Bruce was a very pure soldier, he did not get involved with the game of insult to the Ryukyu Sovereign and subject, in his eyes, the situation on the battlefield was constantly changing.

This time, there were more than a thousand French soldiers s on the main island. Including the previous three hundred raiders and the thousand plus Landing forces, there were already more than two thousand French soldiers who had successfully landed on the main island.

How many new troops did Xiao Letian have? In a little more than a year, there were only more than a thousand people in the Training Hall. Adding on the original one thousand plus imperial guards and the hundreds of troops that were in Cai Mao's hands, the superiority of the French Army's military strength had now become evident.

Yes, the Ryukyu had its own militia and student soldier, but this era's war was destined to be a stage for regular soldiers and veteran soldiers.

Under the cover of the artillery of the French Army, these soldiers began infiltrating the city using the company platoon as the basic unit. They were very experienced, they crossed fire and coordinated with each other, the three units infiltrated each other, room by room, starting to clean up the battlefield.

They would not advance, they would not show mercy, the entire army crushed forward like a cold killing machine.

"Be careful..." The warehouse on the left has enemy's hidden fire spot... "Class 3 surprise attack, the rest firepower cover …"

"Prepare the grenade, blow up the side door of this hotel..." Be careful of the people inside! Fire... "Burn them to death …"

"Reporting to Queue length, ten citizens have been found in the warehouse ahead …"

"What citizen? I don't see any citizens. In my eyes, these are all enemies that threaten us … "What is our military order?"

"Slaughter the city! "Slaughter the city …"

Miserable screams could be heard as the people hiding in the warehouse turned into ghosts on a bayonet. Such scenes were playing out everywhere in the streets and alleys.

"Hahaha …" Molière threw the rifle back to the soldiers, and laughed arrogantly: "I've told you countless times, the French army is the strongest in the world, as long as we can land here, then victory will definitely be ours … …"

Molière obviously had the ability to be arrogant. As he watched the fire droplets from the city slowly spread out with the pier as the center, he knew that brave soldiers were clearing the obstacles one after another. Even though the progress was slow, it carried an unstoppable amount of bravery.

The battle went so smoothly that even Gong Cheng understood what was going on. He smiled obsequiously at Molière's side. To fight new recruits with old soldiers, to fight without any preparation, to fight in a scattered formation, the victory for France is set! "

Forget about the problem of the veteran recruits, right now, the new army from the Ryukyu had not even fully restored their formation, on the way from the city to the dock, many people had already left their formation, and in the end, a barrage of French cannons destroyed more than 90% of the formation of the new army.

This was the most terrifying thing in war. The soldier could not find his superior, and even the Queue length could not find his subordinate.

The surviving soldiers could only gather together and barely coordinate with each other. When they were entangled with the enemy, they didn't even know where they would go to replenish their ammunition.

The French, on the other hand, were different. From the moment they landed, they had not separated at all, and under the lead of the class monitor, the Queue length and the Company Commander, they coordinated and calmly dealt with the situation. They cleared out the streets one by one, and in a short while, the streets leading to the Seven Stars Mountain from the pier were changed.

Shang Tai held onto his own forehead, blood flowing like a small stream. The blood covered his eyes, making his vision turn dark red.

The entire city was a sea of red. Gunshots, explosions, the sound of burning houses and the screams of the dying could be heard. The entire city had turned into an Asura Hell.

"This is the city that raised us for hundreds of years. This is our common country. It has already become like this … If you open your eyes and take a look, aren't you sad? " Shang Tai suddenly shouted out without thinking.

The civil officials nearby burst into tears. "Your Majesty, how can we not feel heartache? Our nation is doomed to perish!"

King Shang Tai did not continue, and continued, "Ryukyu, in 1372, Great Ming Emperor gave an order to Subordinate States, bestowing him with the status of a nation that has existed for nearly five hundred years until now … "Ever since the Three Mountains unified the world, our Ryukyu had been an immortal mountain on the East Sea, and was also the pillar of the Myriad Kingdoms …"

"Ryukyu, Han, Japanese, Korean... There are also countless Westerners from Europe that have travelled through the Heavy Ocean, and everyone is standing on the same piece of land. The sky is the same, and the face of face is the same sea … "

"Five hundred years! Our Ryukyu has never bullied any other country, and even though we were bullied by the Shimadzu Family, we did not even use our blood for revenge in the end.

There was a hidden meaning within Shang Tai's words, there was definitely a hidden meaning behind his words, and with his tone and strange lines, no one could understand him. Gong Cheng and Molière subconsciously thought that this young king had already gone mad.

However, Shang Tai continued to carry out his own speech, "It has been five hundred years, and our Ryukyu has used benevolence to rule this country. Even though we are on the verge of losing our country and our family, we will not change our original intentions … But what do all our efforts get in the end? Look at this city! The heroic spirit of our ancestor opened his eyes.

"There are people from the Ryukyu, Han, Japanese, and countless other people who are looking for happiness … They are being massacred. The executioners, regardless of gender or age, race or race, as long as they are not white, they are massacring! "

"Wake up …" "Wake up quickly!"

The sorrowful and indignant roar shook everyone. Molière immediately felt a dangerous aura rushing over, but he did not know where this danger came from.

"Wake up quickly!" Under Shang Tai's heart-tearing and lung-splitting roars, suddenly, a hundred people screamed at the same time, and then a white light flashed in front of Molière's eyes.

The hundred warriors that were led by Taro Shimadzu, suddenly raised their Katana s and slashed towards the French soldiers beside them. The sharp blades cut into the arteries of the enemies and fresh blood spewed out like arrows onto the evil spirits, causing them to be even more alarmed.

Gong Cheng jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, while the water dog beside him reacted even faster, grabbing the old man and jumping down from the viewing platform.

In just two short days, they had actually changed their faces three times, from the New Army's knife drawing team to Gong Cheng's bodyguards, and then to the French side at the ceremony. In the end, not even two hours had passed, they had actually changed their faces again, and were also called the loyal soldiers by Shang Tai's side.

"knife drawing team... Array... "Kill, kill, kill, kill!" Taro Shimadzu had already turned into a God of Slaughter, the meter long Katana slashed through the crowd with all his might, like a meat grinder's core leaf, creating a bloody path in the French army.

This was a well-timed close-combat battle. Sharp weapons were much easier to use than rifles. The Demon Fighters attacked with full force, each one a deadly move. Even if they had to sacrifice themselves, they wouldn't hesitate to kill each other!

"Prime Minister's decree... Asia is the Asian's Asia, any invasion by foreign enemies... It must be killed! "

"knife drawing team, give me your loyalty!" Taro Shimadzu pounced towards Molière like a ferocious tiger from the mountain. At that moment, there were only five steps between them.

Although Molière had the title of Knight, he had never experienced such a cruel hand-to-hand combat. He subconsciously wanted to jump down the viewing platform, but how could Taro Shimadzu give him that chance?

The meter long Katana had pierced through Molière's left leg, and smoothly nailed itself onto the wooden board.