Boom Boom Boom ...... The sea suddenly burst into flames, and the entire battleship shook with the powerful recoil of the artillery, and the sea was full of waves, and even the fish on the bottom of the sea scattered in all directions.

This bombardment was unprepared, and all the previous salvos of the French warships probably did not have the results of this battle, when the people of Naha City were hiding in the deep mountain refugee camp, and the French bombed empty houses and limited defenders.

Today, when tens of thousands of people are shouting to fight the French army, the battleship cannon has finally found an opportunity.

Shell after shell smashed into the crowd, high-explosive shells instantly lifted up countless pieces of earth, bricks, tiles, and corpses, and metal fragments whizzed in the air, and the frenzied waves of air knocked down one crowd after another.

"Bomb Boom Boom ...... All aim at the point, free fire...... The commanders on the battleships of the ...... of the Army to protect us are all crazy, and they command fanatically from the deck.

"Raise the sails...... Horse Raising Sail...... Beware of the counterattack of the Ryukyu Battery...... Oh, it shouldn't be, now King Shangtai has been accused by us...... God bless France..."

The sea was filled with smoke, and the docks were already slaughtered, and the bottom of the skiff overturned by the Third Regiment was full of ammunition in boxes of tarpaulin.

The French soldiers cut the tarpaulin with bayonets and pried open the planks, and the yellow bullets dazzled the human eye. In this era, the bullet is the period of evolution from the split to the whole, and the fixed bullet has always been very tall, and Molière is obviously such a tall knight, and this bullet is actually all metal fixed bullets.

"Hahaha...... Good thing, soldiers, this is not a paper shell bullet, this is a brass bullet...... "At the officer's roar, a handful of bullets were stuffed into everyone's ammunition bags.

Soon the Dreiser's rifle fired, and a dense rain of bullets pounced on the frenzied crowd, although this rear-loading pinprick single-shot rifle did not have the rate of fire of Spencer, but its power and range were much higher than Spencer's, and those soldiers and civilians who broke through the shell bombardment were swept down like leeks.

The corpses were lying all over the ground, the blood was flowing like a stream, the cries of pain were endless, and the seriously injured could be seen climbing in the pile of corpses, and he wanted to escape from this hell on earth.

Bang Bang Bang ...... After a few shots, the seriously wounded who tried to escape were killed on the ground, and the French Third Corps lined up in a long two-column firing formation, turning from the pier to the viewing platform.

No one noticed that this group of French troops not only hid countless ammunition in the boat, but also hid several snare drums, it was this small snare drum that fiercely made the French soldiers dominate Europe, and the snare drums of the red-coated lobster soldiers in the Napoleonic era sounded, and this group of proud soldiers would automatically enter the madness.

The snare drum in Europe is completely different from the snare drum in ancient China, which was basically used to boost morale, while the snare drum in the era of smoothbore guns was to control the pace and frequency of shooting, and when the snare drum sounded, it was the beginning of the most brutal game of queuing to shoot.

"Forward...... Shoot...... Shoot...... Shooting ...... "Under the commander's saber, the French military formation, which was originally armed with rifled guns, played with the flavor of the era of smoothbore guns.

The Guards died in rows under the double blow of bayonet and rifle fire, and those indomitable souls stared at the sky with wide eyes, and they could not understand how this battle could be fought like this until they died.

"Your Majesty, surrender, this is your only way out, do you want to see your subjects die like this? This is not what you Ming Jun did, don't you Asian values uphold these things?" Molière stared at King Chanté like a mouse playing with a cat.

Gong Cheng also began to beat the gong on the side, "Your Majesty, the one who knows the times is Junjie, since the Ryukyus have been able to endure humiliation and burden at the hands of the Japanese for more than 200 years, what if they are replaced by the French? There is no harm to you, Shuri Castle is still your Shang family in the end..."

The young king's head was now dizzy, the courtiers crowded around him, and the Confucian courtiers who had respected him in the past were now frightened like soft-footed shrimps.

In the past, I have been educating His Majesty that this is not good, this is not right, those Confucian ministers who seem to understand the truth of the operation of the universe, now they are all soft, and their humble and pitying eyes are staring at King Shangtai, their meaning is too clear, that is, they want to live.

"Huh...... Hehehe...... "King Shangtai only felt that the scene in front of him was spinning like a marquee, and his ears were full of the sound of chirping.

"There must be calm in every big event...... No matter how dangerous the crisis is, there is a breakthrough...... If it is true that the situation is irreversible, then think about what you will gain and what you will lose if you surrender on your knees......"

I remembered Xiao Letian's voice in my ears, when Shang's father was in Shuri City, he had talked with the young Wang Bingzhu many times at night, and there were crazy rumors outside about Xiao Letian's fornication palace, but King Shangtai knew that those rumors were actually farts.

How can people improve? How can they improve themselves? The most important thing is to look at pressure, and only when people encounter great pressure can they know how great their potential is.

The confusion of King Shangtai's mind only lasted for a few minutes, and he didn't know what kind of force made him calm down again, he looked around at the courtiers who were scared to the ground, and gritted his back molars and scolded.

"Look at your appearance, is this your old demeanor? What do you say Tarzan collapsed before and the color remained the same, now Tarzan has not collapsed, you have all become soft-footed shrimp...... Stand up for me..."

"What doesn't open your eyes, don't bandage General Cai Mao's wounds..."

King Shangtai's scolding shocked the ministers, and the crowd in the chaos often subconsciously chose to follow the strongest. The people looked at the young king with incredible eyes, and for the first time they felt that the narrow shoulders of King Shang Tai had actually become a little more majestic.

Cai Mao tore off her clothes and bandaged the wound with a smile, "Your Majesty scolds well, scolds happily, today you really have a bit of the majesty of the king, the dragon trapped in the shallows is also a dragon, not a worm......"

King Chantai stared at Molière with dead eyes, and his tone suddenly became unusually calm: "What difference does it make if I surrender or not? What is the difference in the final outcome of Ryukyu?"

"As you say, the French are here to avenge your emperor, and you want to show the world your military might, so what you want is not reparations and contracts, all you want is killing..."

"Maybe I, King Sangtai, will be able to save my life, but you will not let go of the new army of the Ryukyus, and you will not let go of any soldier who has resisted you on the battlefield...... All you want is slaughter, am I right?"

Listening to the shouts of King Shangtai, Gong Cheng sighed regretfully, "Isn't that right, what can you do? Your Majesty, can you still take care of others now? Isn't the most important thing for you now to live?

"Shut up...... You rebellious ......" King Shangtai scolded with tears in his eyes, and the frightened Gong Cheng unconsciously took two steps back.

"Do you make me indifferent to the slaughter of my own subjects by the French? What is a king? What are you suing me of being a king? I am the king of Shangtai with the responsibility of a country on my shoulders, and what I do is responsible for all the people of this country..."

"I only know that it is the Manchu Tartars who are asking for pleasure, not our Ryukyu royal family... Gong Cheng, I tell you, the country of me was built in the early Ming Dynasty, and it was a vassal state of Taizu, Lao Tzu is not a barbarian outside the Guan, and I am wearing Chinese clothes..."

Huaxia Dress... Taizu pro-sealed... Gong Cheng, who was as heavy as a mountain of these two words, couldn't say a word, and even his face turned white. No matter what these literati say on the surface, in their hearts they still think that the Ming Dynasty is the true Shuo of China.

Taizu was personally sealed, which made the Ryukyu Kingdom a little more historical, and even the French such as Molière and Bruce were unconsciously awe-inspiring.

It was in the 14th century that Ryukyu officially became a Ming vassal state and accepted the powerful civilization of mainland China. At that time, Europe was just beginning to see the dawn of the Renaissance.

Molière knew that King Chantai was arming himself with dignity, and he was using the national honor of Ryukyu for more than 500 years to cheer himself up, and this young king was really a hero.

Lin Yuanmiao seemed to know King Shangtai for the first time, and tears fell like rain, "Okay, good, Ryukyu 500 years of national glory, finally came up with a British lord, the voice of the minister can follow such a Ming monarch, it is worth ......"

Speaking of this, Lin Yuanmiao suddenly roared like crazy, and his body swooped straight into the bayonet jungle, "There is no immortal country in the world, and there is no immortal king...... Since the Son of Heaven has the ambition of guarding the country and dying, the old minister will pave the way for His Majesty......"

"Don't kill him..."Molière subconsciously exclaimed, and the French soldier who was facing Lin Yuanmiao hurriedly deflected the bayonet, but this knife did not hit the vital point, but deeply pierced the shoulder blade of Tobe Shangshu.

"Ahh 陛xià...... Now that they have seen through their wolf ambitions...... Then don't hesitate...... Fight, fight to the death..."Lin Yuanmiao spat blood foaming in his mouth.

The red-clothed soldier's rifle shrank back and kicked his foot violently, Lin Yuanmiao was kicked back into the crowd again, and King Shangtai held the injured old minister and glared angrily.

"No matter what I do, I can't change the status quo of hungry wolves eating people, and I will never let you slaughter my people?" ha...... Even if I let you go, you won't succeed, and the new army trained by the Prime Minister has their own pride......"

After speaking, King Shang Tai took out a yellow phosphorus-headed firework from his cuff and came out, pinched off the wax seal, and waved it in the wind, and the colorful fireworks soared into the sky and soared into the sky.

"In the Ryukyus, only my father and I are qualified to use this kind of multicolored flare...... As soon as this signal came out, the Ryukyu Kingdom was divided into north and south, and people were young and old, and they all wanted to share the same hatred for the enemy, and the enemy was shattered here..."

"The 500-year-old national honor of the Ryukyus is broken here today...... Even if the Ryukyus are destroyed and the species are destroyed, I will not leave you a single grass..."

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