C488 Taro Shimadzu's theory

At that moment, even the foreigners in the tenancy world couldn't sit still. They rushed out of the villa, the overseas bank, the bar, the coffee shop... One by one, they stopped beside the Huangpu River and watched as one proud Chinese sailboat after another sailed inland with Xiao character recognition flag s.

"Chinese hero? I am afraid it is not the luck of the Europeans! " At that moment, these words emerged in the hearts of countless Western adventurer s.

But the scene that followed stunned all of the noble Master Yang s. The light frigate with the British flag on it actually … They actually gave way to these Chinese merchant ships!

Make way, you actually pulled the whistle? What does that mean, opening the way for these Chinese sailing ships? At that moment, all the Western adventurer s heard the rumours about the wine that had just been drunk.

Even the Habsburg's Emperor, Yue Sefu, was unable to hold a grudge against him. No wonder the two French Cavalry Battalion s were crippled, the Emperor of France had only come to East Asia to seek revenge, in Europe, they did not even dare to touch Xiao Letian.

"Oh my god, how can such a terrifying figure appear in East Asia!" Just as the countless westerner were lamenting, a loud and clear voice came out from the crowd.

"Dear Shaw... God bless you! You are the greatest evangelist in our Protestantism... The Lord will bless you! " Everyone turned to look, to their surprise, it was a black robed Protestantism Priest, whose eyes shone when they saw the Xiao character recognition flag.

It was only then that people remembered that Xiao Letian was not only an ally of the United States and Prussia, he was also one of the most important people in East Asia that was born from the Protestantism. Back then, all of the churches in the hamburger had rung a bell to send Xiao Letian off, and as long as there was a church in this world, there would be no one who didn't praise Xiao Letian.

In front of God, the arrogant westerner had to lower their heads. They crossed their chests and lowered their heads to pray for someone.

Xiao Letian was an ordinary name, but at this moment, it was enough to cause the entire Asia region to hold their breath.

Of course, everyone knew that right now, the thing that the entire East Asia needed the most was this news to stimulate their core, the Ten Thousand Kingdoms' Jin Liang Ryukyu.

When the French Army had just started slaughtering the commoners, when the Molière Knight whose thigh was injured was kidnapped and brought to the Shouli City, the story of the Ryukyu was tragic to the extreme.

The tall and big Shouli City had borrowed the ancient style of the Ming Dynasty's buildings, as well as some Japanese style palace buildings. The entire structure was built on the mountain, not only did it retain the majesty and majesty of the Ming Dynasty's palaces, it also retained the layers upon layers of defensive structures of the famous Japanese residence, making the entire city more practical and more ceremonial.

Ever since Shang Tai had become sensible, he had never thought that he would one day treat the city walls as his own home. Since the start of the battle, he had never returned to the palace.

Over a hundred warriors from the Shimadzu Family who were wearing Phantom Mask kept on making threatening sounds. Taro Shimadzu's handguns never left his temples, the French army that was chasing after him did not dare to attack from the beginning to the end.

Molière was dragged through the door like a dead dog. This knight who was filled with loyalty towards his country had yelled his throat out.

"Attack …" You are brave warriors of the France … Shoot me and kill this bunch of savages... Fire … "Cough, cough, cough …" He was so excited that he started to cough violently.

However, those hundred and fifty over red armored soldiers had already received strict orders from General Bruce, they could only watch, and did not let the envoy face any life-threatening danger.

Thus, even until the southern gate of the Shouli City was tightly closed, no one dared to shoot.

Right now, the situation was a little awkward. Shouli City's tightly shut gates only had a little more than a hundred island guards and three hundred imperial guards, the rest were all eunuchs and palace maids. This small force could easily be broken through by a few hundred French troops.

It was a pity that the unlucky Molière was in the hands of the Ryukyu. None of the French army dared to be rash, and the Ryukyu's garrison on top of the city walls did not dare to take the initiative to attack.

"Your Majesty, please drink some water. I'll bandage the wound on your head …" Of course, there was a royal physician in the Shouli City, so there was naturally someone specially to treat the wound on's forehead.

"This is a light injury, don't worry about me. Let's treat the others first." General Cai Mao's wrist is about to break. As he spoke till here, the Shang Tai who was gasping for breath took a glance at Molière who was leaning on the pit, and although his eyes showed some hesitation, he still opened his mouth.

"Give Ambassador of France a treatment too, so he doesn't call us barbarians!"

"Your Majesty!" The royal doctors were unhappy, but under Shang Tai's urging, they had to start treating him too. One could well imagine how Shouli City's royal doctor would give Molière such a good look. Her hands were extremely black when treating her wounds, and the pain made Molière's forehead become covered in sweat.

This French Knight was also a man, but he actually clenched his teeth and endured. From the beginning to the end, no matter how much the imperial doctors tortured him, he did not make a sound, and only when the bandages were done did Molière blacked out and almost fainted.

The eunuchs and maids on the city wall lit up a bonfire and placed a pot of hot soup on top of it. The civil officials gathered together and chatted about surviving the disaster while the soldiers looked at the battle in the city with ashen faces.

Cai Mao, who was injured, did not have the mood to rest at all. He struggled to stand at the edge of the crater, and looked at the burning city with his eyes that was about to spew fire "In another two hours, the sun will set. After it gets dark, the French will not be as wild anymore … Guard, you have to! "

Taro Shimadzu who was standing at the side also took off his Phantom Bag, he used a towel to wipe off the blood on his face and revealed his young face, "Now I just don't know how General Liang Kun is, his leg is injured, please be careful!"

Without waiting for Cai Mao to speak, Molière who was silent at the corner suddenly spoke: "You are Taro Shimadzu? I didn't expect you to be so young... I have a question. Why did you rebel back and forth? Why did you still choose Ryukyu in the end? Don't you understand the situation? "

Molière used the standard English, and in the last year of development in Ryukyu, what he lacked the most was English translation. Furthermore, these elites all studied English in private, so it was not a problem for them to communicate with each other.

Molière's question had also troubled countless of the Ryukyu's martial arts, and now, every one of them were looking at Taro Shimadzu with their own doubt.

Taro Shimadzu was a brave warrior, but he was not a good lecturer. Under everyone's gaze, he was even more nervous than if he was on the battlefield.

"On the way back to the Shouli City from the pier, I kept thinking about the generous words of the Special Envoy just now. Your loyalty to your country is truly admirable, even if I am to see you as a brave warrior … "But you underestimated the pride of our Asian. You kept saying that we were barbarians, but you were wrong …"

"Our Asian is not a barbarian. The noble character that we possess is something you cannot even imagine …"

"What a joke!" Molière interrupted Taro Shimadzu. "Japanese? A nation that has been subjugated has not been united for thousands of years. Even the current General's House has seized the authority of the Sky Emperor. "Now that I am a fish on your chopping board, do you not dare to tell the truth to a dying person?"

He had stolen the limelight from Shimamura. Shimamura was anxious. "No, no. You're not right, our Japanese isn't a person who is born to rebel. Prime Minister had once mentioned this to me before … "The prime minister told us about our knife drawing team's private class …"

Hm? Everyone's eyes lit up. They never thought that there would be a secret waiting for everyone to hear.

"There have indeed been many things in the history of Japan that have struck the jackpot, but the Prime Minister said that individual cases cannot be used as evidence. Even if there is a series of evidence, one must still analyze the general circumstances that have occurred …" Right, that's what the Prime Minister said! "

"What kind of country is Japan? It's a narrow island full of volcanoes, earthquakes, typhoons, wars... More than half of the land was mountainous, and there was very little land suitable for farming … "In my hometown, even a senior warrior like me wouldn't dare to say that I have a full meal every year …"

"Civilians don't have surnames, and they don't get any education either. Girls are sold off when they are thirteen or fourteen, and boys have to do very hard work very early on. It is precisely because of such a cruel living environment that we, the Japanese, have such a light life and death national character … "

"You Europeans don't understand, and neither do the Qing people on the opposite continent... Let alone the fact that the Han Chinese are slaves of the Manchu, even the lowliest of slave lives have already made us warriors jealous … "

At this time, Shang Tai suddenly took over from what Taro Shimadzu was saying, as he might have realized that Da Lang was really not easy to talk about.

"In the history of the Warring States of Japan, there have been countless cages of wars … "This is what the Chinese call the siege war. This kind of battle is extremely brutal. Both sides are competing for the consumption of military rations. After the food is used up, there will even be some unspeakable matters …"

Shang Tai heaved a long sigh, "It's not that the warrior clans of Japan do not understand loyalty, but that in the cruel war of resource consumption, the family's mission of survival is more important than anything else … "When the enemy's forces heavily encircle the city, when the straw becomes food, talking about loyalty is too extravagant …"

"Surrender, the Lord or the Generals, in exchange for forgiveness from the attackers …" "This is the only way to survive, this is the law of survival, it has nothing to do with loyalty …"

"But what does that have to do with my problem?" Molière suddenly shouted loudly, he could not understand what was going on.

At this time, even Fan Lian's old shopkeeper looked at him as if he was looking at a retard, "You still don't understand? [The brainless are truly incurable...] Taro Shimadzu and His Majesty have already explained everything very clearly. Right now, our Ryukyu has not reached the end of the road.

"Furthermore, our Ryukyu is not isolated and without help. My Young Master Xiao Letian is destined to return with the news of victory.

Taro Shimadzu stood up, and respectfully bowed to Fan Lian, "Ha Yi... What you said is not wrong. Right now, there are soldiers and citizens who dare to fight in Ryukyu, and plenty of resources for half a year in the warehouse. In such a good situation, if the warriors of our Shimadzu Family betray us again, then the God of Heaven will send down thunder and fire to punish us! "

Molière was completely speechless. He couldn't think of anything else, the value of the mysterious east had completely confused him.