The heavy artillery fire destroyed not only the lives and property of the Ryukyu people, but also their fragile military morale, although Xiao Lotian used up a qiē traverser aura to make the people of Ryukyu become the first in East Asia, but his time was too short, and his foundation was too weak.

In the rumbling sound of cannons, Naha Castle was like a burning anthill, and the black and oppressive people fled into the mountains like ants, and everyone was full of fear and screams.

Is it safe in the mountains? Not necessarily, the warships that circled the Pacific Ocean on the east side of the main island of the Ryukyus were being leveled one by one under the guidance of meticulous work, and all the two-legged creatures within the range of the artillery were intensively bombarded.

In the nineteenth century, this was the era of big ships and huge cannons, and the most lethal weapon on the earth was the sail battleship.

"All the coasts covered by naval artillery are colonies of Western civilization, whether you indigenous peoples want to or not, in the flames of destruction that tear the world apart, the only fate of the backward peoples is to be beaten......"

This is the truth that Xiao Lotian has expounded more than once in military academies, universities and secret small classes, maybe many people could not understand Xiao Letian's exaggerated description at that time, but after this French practical combat education, everyone recognized Xiao Letian's truth.

This is not a destructive force that can be resisted by manpower at all, and the entire Ryukyus, except for the artillery batteries that Xiao Lotian asked the Americans to repair with a lot of money, can contain the battleship a little, and the rest is only beaten in vain.

Maybe people still remember the miracle that Xiang Ying created by them, but it is not replicable, the head of the country can sneak attack once, but not twice, the French fleet will not stay in the same place at all now, the warships are all moving, and countless sailors focus on defending underwater, which does not give the new army the slightest opportunity.

Beaten, beaten, beaten all day, explosions, explosions, burning as far as the eye can see, the whole island of the Ryukyus burns.

Cai Mao and Liang Kun were completely helpless in the face of such strategic bombing, and in the face of the most powerful weapons of this era, the Ryukyus had no choice but to endure and surrender.

King Sangtai had gone mad, and he pulled his neck and shouted "Let go of me, I want to go to the royal conquest...... The country is going to die, Lao Tzu should not lock the turtle ......"

At this time, the civil and military officials had no time to think about His Majesty's foul language, and the old ministers knelt on the ground one by one crying and begged His Majesty not to take risks.

There was only one exception, and that was Jin Changsen, the scholar of the Ministry of Rites stood aside with a pale face, not knowing what he was thinking, and at this time, a herald came from the road of the city wall, shouting loudly.

"Report ...... Reporting to His Majesty, General Liang Kun took 200 guards and went straight to the head of the country, but ...... However, the road on Qixing Mountain was suddenly attacked by stray bullets from the French, and the mountain collapsed and suffered unknown casualties......"

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked, Liang Kun was the commander of the army left by Xiao Letian, and if he had an accident, Ryukyu would immediately cut off an arm.

At this time, a group of people suddenly ran on the road, and when they saw that it was the shopkeeper and subordinates of Lotte Foreign Bank, the old man rushed up and desperately dragged the old ministers who were kneeling on the ground and entangled with King Shangtai to the side, "Roll on...... Get out, don't stop anyone..."

The crazy Fan Yao frightened everyone present, even King Shangtai was stunned.

"Your Majesty, you are right, there are no eggs under the nest, we can have a king of the dead country in Ryukyu, but we can't have a king of the nest, instead of being scared to death, it is better to die in battle......"

"Shopkeeper Fan......" King Shangtai burst into tears.

"But your Majesty, you can't go to war, because your battlefield is not in the country, but among the people...... Hit the bright yellow umbrella cover of the majesty, the escort of the Royal Forest Army, you go to inspect the people, in the sky of artillery fire, you are personally with the people...... Stabilize the hearts of the people, and we will not lose the Ryukyus......"

Fan Yao's hoarse voice was like tears like rain, and everyone's hearts trembled: "Your Majesty, when the rice riot last night, I already understood that the people do not have a conscience, but to see if our officials have a conscience...... After exempting the people from the crime of robbing the military rations, I also opened a warehouse to release grain to help the people, and they gave us a reward that I couldn't even imagine......"

"Within an hour, the good people actually replenished the rice storehouse, and they used their life-saving rations to make up for the shortfall of the army's rations... With such people, we in the Ryukyus will never die......"

Fan Yao smashed his chest and shouted to the officials on the city wall, "As long as we make an appearance, as long as we let the people see our conscience, they will give us a tenfold and a hundredfold reward...... We're officials... Officials are the first to be popular, so we have to set an example first......"

"Someone... Erect the honor guard of His Majesty...... The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies..."

One sentence shook everyone's hearts, and now no one stopped King Shangtai, countless eunuchs pulled horses and flags, and soon the honor guard for King Shangtai's trip was gathered.

The gate of Shuri Castle slowly opened, and the young king rode his war horse into the city with continuous artillery fire, and the pungent smell of smoke made the war horse sneeze vigorously.

"Have pity on my Ryukyus, pity my people...... King Santtae's eyes were no longer tears, but blood.

The whole city was burning, and the streets were full of fleeing people, their numb expressions not changing even when they saw the king's bright yellow umbrella.

"My people...... Don't be afraid...... I will not abandon you...... God bless the Ryukyus......" The young King Shotai roared hoarsely on horseback, followed by a large group of civil officials who also shouted at their necks.

"People, Your Majesty has come to comfort you...... Don't panic, Your Majesty is coming...... "Just as he was calling, suddenly the next block exploded, and a small two-story building was suddenly blown into ruins, and the flying dust swallowed up this small comfort team.

"Ahem, ahem...... 陛xiàah...... It's too dangerous here...... Let's go back to the city...... The French did not dare to fire on the imperial city ......"

"Fart, you fart...... The French even dare to burn down the Old Summer Palace, don't they dare to bomb Shuri Castle......?

"Ahem, ahem...... Retreat, Majesty Xià Leave these people alone, they are stupid now, and they have no expression when they see Majesty......"

King Sangtai listened to the persuasion of the civil officials, and then looked at the numb and fleeing people in the streets, ignoring his people, and the young king's heart seemed to be broken, and it was a piercing pain.

In fact, this is the typical relationship between the monarch and the people in the Middle Ages, the emperor and the king are actually just an illusory existence in the hearts of the people, everyone knows that he is in the palace, but everyone does not have a clear image concept in their hearts.

People have been saying by word of mouth for generations that they want to be loyal to the monarch and love the country, but what is the monarch and what is the country? The common people have no practical concept in their hearts.

At that time, the emperor was more like the Buddha statue in the shrine, which was just a kind of spiritual sustenance for the people, and people hoped that the Ming monarch would rule the world from generation to generation, and how many people were there who were the real Ming monarchs? No one can say.

A qiē painting skin will be torn apart when the sky falls, and the young king Shangtai now finally understands that although he is the monarch of the Ryukyus, in the face of life and death, the people will not take care of himself and the officials in the court at all.

Just as King Shang Tai was denying himself, suddenly there was a chaotic sound of footsteps around the corner ahead, followed by a group of soldiers wearing the uniforms of the new army, leading a large group of civilians to retreat outside the city.

The folks followed up...... It's safe to go into the mountains...... Come on, child, I'll carry you on your back......"

"Don't be afraid, the French want to attack unless they trample on our corpses...... And rest assured, the more frantic the enemy, the more timid they are, and the final victory will be ours......"

Four or five soldiers were running and encouraging the people behind them, and the young soldier at the front was carrying a little boy with a wounded leg on his back, and nearly thirty or so frightened people were following them.

Gunsmoke, flames, and smoke from explosions interfered with people's vision, and the team passed more than 20 meters in front of King Shangtai, but no one found the king and the Manchu civil and military.

King Shang Tai was shocked, and at this moment his heart suddenly clicked with a crisp sound, as if something had pierced the stale ideas that were sprouting in his heart.

"I understand, I understand... This is the national righteousness that the Prime Minister said, and this is the new type of country that the Prime Minister said...... Hahaha, I finally understand, I finally understand, it turns out that I have always been wrong, it is so wrong..."

Shang Tai was laughing wildly, but tears were streaming from his eyes, and he rolled over and dismounted and galloped towards the rescue team under everyone's incredulous eyes.

"Lao Tzu is not a king now, nor is he a me...... I am a citizen of the Ryukyus, and I want the people to love and respect me, not by virtue of righteousness, but by me personally going to the people, and seeing how I do it..."

"When the sky fell, the people chose the Forces nouvelles over us, and that's because we didn't fight from beginning to end...... Hahaha, I think this Ryukyu should die..."

Shang Tai finally realized, he finally understood that if you want to boost the morale of the people, you don't rely on the majesty of the high-headed horses and the royal honor guard, but rely on you to throw yourself around the suffering people, to personally help them, to personally encourage them, and to sweat and bleed with them.

"People are doing it, the sky is watching... What is a ...... All the people are the heavens... If I, Shangtai, do not shed blood with all the people today, I am not worthy to be the king of the Ryukyus..."

King Chantai ran wildly ahead, and behind him were a group of frightened civil officials and royal guards, and a large crowd of people were playing with their lives in the streets like running trains.

Soon, the chaos alarmed the soldiers who were evacuating the people in front, and as soon as the young soldiers of the new army turned around, they jumped up in fright and almost lifted the injured boy on their backs to the ground.

"Oh my God... Look...... What's going on, is Shuri Castle destroyed?"

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