Gong Cheng's eyes were about to squint into a line, his heart was beating dullly, and beads of sweat were oozing from his back, he subconsciously spoke.

"That's what it is...... This is the reason why His Majesty personally rushed to the streets of Naha and personally comforted the people? This is all Xiao Lotian taught His Majesty?" Gong Cheng asked with a stammer.

King Chantai just nodded, and did not have time to talk to him anymore, and Cai Mao, Fan Yao, and the others did not speak, because by this time the French fleet was already very close to the dock, and people could even see the ribbon fluttering on the chest of the envoy Molière.

Gong Cheng clenched his fists tightly, his palms were sweating, and he secretly went crazy in his heart, "This group of people can't stay, I thought that their quelling of the rice riot was just a coincidence, but I didn't expect that there was a set of theories behind this decision?"

"Oh my God, is Xiao Lotian a demon? How old is he, how did he get to the state of making meritorious deeds? Is he also worthy?"

"Damn, shit... I'm so angry with the old man......"

Gong Cheng's stomach was now boiling with sour water, and what was spurting out from his seven orifices was sour gas thicker than acetic acid. Why did he take Britain and France against the Manchu Qing Dynasty back then, in fact, the root cause was that he was unwilling, his father wanted to be a Hanlin but did not become a prince, and he himself wanted to be a big official and the court did not give him a chance.

This kind of jealous and jealous sour and vinegar literati have a very good heart, and they naturally hate those talents who are stronger than them.

Since ancient times, Chinese literati have paid attention to their words and meritorious deeds, Xiao Lotian is now the prime minister of the Ryukyus, and the Manchu court did not dare to offend him to death, even Zeng Guofan They admired Xiao Lotian very much, and a two-devil official was already a meritorious service.

Let's talk about it again, Xiao Letian wrote "The Manga of the West", a great master of Western studies, and you Gong Cheng have nothing, how can you not be jealous.

Especially now, when Gong Cheng found out that Xiao Lotian actually stuffed a Dinghaishen needle into the court and people of Ryukyu, this sour gas became even stronger.

Others can't understand Xiao Letian's layout, Gong Cheng can see it clearly, what Xiao Letian said can already be called the 'political program', this is a banner that unites people's hearts, he is trying to improve the Ryukyu political government, this Nima is the work of the sub-saints.

"You Xiao Lotian, dog crumb, do you dare to establish a completely new value system in Asia? You actually want to teach the monarchs and ministers of the whole world how to be kings? How to be ministers? You actually want to reshape the concept of the state and the concept of the nation?"

"I'm you, you want to be on a par with Kong Meng, if I Gong Cheng let you succeed, I'll jump into the Pacific Ocean and commit suicide..."

Xiao Lotian didn't say anything about his meritorious deeds, but now he can still be virtuous, this is too terrifying, is this a good Ryukyu king to see what kind of disaster you Xiao Lotian has become?

The dignified king of a country actually went to the refugee camp, poured water for the elderly, and even helped the sick to serve food?

Look at the ministers of the Ryukyus, as well as those new soldiers, it is too different, too abnormal, Gong Cheng has never seen such a court without dignity and humility in his life.

King Shangtai has all gone into the refugee group and pretended, can those ministers still be okay? Gong Cheng has even seen the squire holding an axe to chop wood for the wounded barracks, and his tired hands are full of blisters.

As for the table of the new army, it is impossible to look at it, and it is estimated that there are no troops with such strict military discipline except for the Yuejia Army and the Xiliu Battalion in history.

Lide Xiao Lotte has also done it, the way he instilled is the way of the king, the way of the minister, and the way of the army has directly affected the way of the people of the Ryukyus for the people, if time is given to Xiao Lotian time, what will the future of Ryukyu become?

"No, no, no......" Gong Cheng clenched his fists and secretly ruthless in his heart, "Lao Tzu will never give you this opportunity, I have sold this Ryukyu, do you want to be a saint......?"

Gong Cheng doesn't just seem to be a traitor, his other biggest hobby is jealousy, and he is talking about him in the late stage of pink eye.

Gong Cheng's back molars rattled, and the fire of jealousy was about to burn him, and at this moment there was a low cry from the pier, and it turned out that the sampan of the French had touched the trestle.

Countless Imperial Forest Army, as well as those onlookers, all cast their hateful eyes on this group of lobster soldiers wearing red military uniforms, how many people in Ryukyu were slaughtered by this group of executioners, and today they actually wore five people and six people went ashore to sign an agreement.

The rifles in the soldiers' hands were almost out of the water, and if it weren't for the lack of bullets in the chambers, they probably couldn't resist their urge to pull the trigger.

The onlookers also became agitated, and in this unprecedented bombardment, no relatives or friends died? Gradually, the crowd began to squeeze forward.

"Backwards, all backwards...... Don't squeeze it, this is an armistice agreement, not a war agreement, and whoever impulsively ruins the signing is a sinner of our Ryukyus......"

"Fathers, folks, please don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive...... Two steps back, two steps back......"

Under the persuasion of the Imperial Guards, although the crowd was restless, order was finally maintained, and although there were many hateful eyes, they did not erupt.

Envoy Molière was the first to climb the pier, stepping on the sturdy wooden pier, wearing a black dress with a ribbon medal on his chest.

"Oh, the envoy is fine, I'm going to give you a good ......" The water dog was the first to rush over, saluting and carefully wiping a stain on the leg of the envoy's trousers.

"This way, please, you here, please......" Under the guidance of the water dogs, Major General Bruce and three hundred French soldiers tied up their sampans, jumped onto the trestle, and began to assemble in a queue towards the dock.

The current port of Naha has long since become a dead port, and the dinner scene is gone, and a third of the empty pier has been blown up, leaving enough for these sampans to dock.

The French soldiers, lined up in a neat line, proudly raised their chins and walked towards the signing table, as if they were going to start the parade early. But as soon as they stepped onto the stone path of the dock, they were stopped by Cai Mao and his Imperial Guards.

"According to the agreement, we have to check your guns, and you can bring rifles ashore, but you must not bring ......ammunition," Cai Mao said coldly.

Molière glanced at Cai Mao coldly, and he didn't bother to answer, but tilted his head and pouted at Major General Bruce.

"All of them...... Attention...... ......With Bruce's roar, the three hundred French soldiers snapped their rifles and bayonets rushed up to the body of the gun and held it on their chests, and the neat momentum shocked the people around them.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the title of the strongest army, this is only a group of troops requisitioned from the Indian colonies, but their military quality is not weaker than the new army, and sure enough, the military spirit of the Napoleonic era is still there.

At this time, the traitor Gong Cheng also walked over, "Look, look at it...... I said that the French are trustworthy, and you still doubt it, what a villain... But let me remind you that it is the rule of both sides not to bring ammunition, and we have to check the rifles in the hands of the Rangers in this venue..."

Cai Mao glared at him, didn't answer, just let the soldiers of his guard company rush up and start spot checking, time is pressing, three hundred people can't check all of them, four out of ten is enough to be busy for a while.

The rifle carried by the soldiers recruited by Molière this time was the Dresser single-shot rear-loading rifle second only to Mauser in Europe at that time, and it was very easy to check it, and when you opened the bolt, you could see if there were any bullets.

After checking the bolt of the gun and then insisting on the soldier, the soldiers of countless guard companies almost stripped the boots of the French army from head to toe, and did not find a single bullet.

Half an hour passed, and the commander of the guard company ran to General Cai Mao and stood up and saluted, "Report to the general... No ammunition was found..."

"Suspicious yellow people, you rely on this kind of caution to fail, in six or seven years we can set foot on the land of Beijing City, and today we can set foot on the land of Shuri City, your Asian world is undefended for us white people......" Molière glanced at Cai Mao contemptuously, and walked towards King Shangtai.

"Oops...... Your Excellency... You haven't checked the Royal Foresters yet......" Gong Cheng flatteringly chased after him.

Molière waved his hand, "No need, I can trust you, I trust the warships and artillery on the sea, if I have any accidents, I think Naha, hundreds of thousands of people, I'm afraid they will all have to be buried for me..."

Madness, hubris and hubris are gone... Molière deserved to be the chief of the guard next to Napoleon III, a knighthood given by the Emperor himself, and the pride and arrogance in his heart were all learned from Napoleon III, otherwise the Parisian aristocratic circles suspected that he had a relationship with the emperor.

King Shangtai looked at Molière, who was nearly two meters tall and was like a giant, and subconsciously shrank back a little, but after thinking about Xiao Letian's posture of fighting under Shuri Castle back then, he went up again.

"Mr. Special Envoy, do you have any objections to the draft that Gong Cheng brought you?" the young Wang spoke with a little trill. However, Molière did not answer him directly.

Molière took a closer look at the strange costume on King Chantai, and finally bowed to His Majesty, after all, this is a king recognized by the public law of all nations, and there should still be due respect.

"Good morning, before the agreement is signed, I will have a parade with our French soldiers, and I hope that the honorable king will see what the armies of Europe are like...... Xiao Lotian has only provided you with training methods and tactics that are not in the stream, and I regret to tell you that your choice is wrong..."

King Shangtai naturally had a French translation behind him, and when the surrounding Ryukyu ministers heard this sentence, they looked at each other as if they had chewed bitter gall.

Arrogant, so fucking arrogant... Several angry courtiers wanted to refute a few words, but out of the corner of their eyes, they looked at the murderous French battleships on the sea, and everyone swallowed their words back.

"What the Prime Minister said is right, justice is only within the range of artillery, if we also have a navy in the Ryukyus, why not let people block the door and bomb it..."

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