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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face Part 2 Introduction Imperial Violence 120 Minutes (2)

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    "My Lord! Thank you for listening to the prayers of hundreds of millions of people, thank you for blessing our emperor to win again! And defeat France!" Pastor Zhang, a wanted criminal in the Qing Dynasty, knelt on the deck and shouted at the roaring  The sea breeze stretched out its hands and shouted.

    Even Tadao Nobi drew his sword, raised it high against the vast waves, and shouted "Asia! Asia!" (Asia means, this is the Japanese pronunciation.)

    Even the Japanese ronin were overjoyed. After all, this was the first time that the yellow race had completely defeated the white people in a sea and land battle in a legionary battle. Although they risked their lives to fight against the white people at home, there would be more difficult diplomatic wars and even cross-border wars later.  The war to destroy the country came from the ocean, but Poseidon was the first to use propaganda warfare and was the best at using it. Even if diplomacy failed, this victory was enough for him to find a gimmick to break the news.

    In fact, the Song Navy had no intention of inspecting the ship just now. They came on board, told everyone the latest news in the newspapers, chanted slogans for a while, and even had two glasses of wine with a few Song sailors.  We hurried back to the ship and sailed away. It looked like a messenger heading north all the way, forcing the other party to stop when encountering a ship, and then going up to deliver the good news.

    Fu Renyong and Kishida Ginka were sitting under the awning where they had just sat, watching the boat full of people running and shouting, like two eminent monks who had seen through the world of mortals, not to mention smiling, their eyes were solemn.

    "Mr. Fu is very knowledgeable about diplomacy and military affairs, unlike ordinary businessmen." Ginka Kishida smoked his pipe and asked tentatively.

    "Isn't it the same for you? Your analysis of the diplomatic situation in the Far East is very orderly." Fu Renyong sneered slightly.

    "As I said, I am a reporter in Tokyo. I just like politics and diplomacy, it's just a hobby." Ginka Kishida replied.

    "I am the same, I am also concerned about the international situation. After all, our Qing Dynasty is poor and weak, and will be divided up soon." Fu Renyong sighed.

    "I really admire ambitious young people like you." Kishida said with a smile, then turned his head and asked casually: "I heard that the naval battle was extremely brutal. The navies of the Song Dynasty and France faced each other head on in the Great Song Dynasty.  A bloody battle began. The two battleships of the Song Dynasty's main fleet, the Great Song Dynasty Fleet, were exploded and sank during the battle. The army completely wiped out the French army. What was the battle loss ratio? I'm afraid it was a tragic victory, right?"

    "For their navy, the motto is: 'A tiger is out of the mountains.' This is the biggest difference between the 'tiger in the mountains' strategy of the Song Navy and the Qing Navy. As for the Song Army, whether it is a tragic victory or not is not the key, they will never  Publicized this matter in newspapers. The key is that Annan is at the door of Haisong, and they already have a railway from Haijing to Zhennanguan, Guangxi. Haisong is very experienced in using railways: wherever there are railways, the combat power is amazing. Haisong's  The army is not only a modern army, but also a conscription system" At this point, Fu Renyong seemed to realize that he had made a mistake.  He pulled out a cigarette and said: "I have been collecting antiques in the countryside of Ningbo in the Qing Dynasty recently. I haven't read the Shanghai newspaper in a month."

    No one would trust anyone else. Except for the couple who were anxious to return to the Song Dynasty, everyone on this ship was a little afraid of the light. Naturally, both Fu Renyong and Kishida Ginka had intuitive doubts about each other's identity.  Both of them, one wants to transport the priceless funerary objects of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty to Haijing for sale, and the other wants to open a branch in Haijing, both have the same origin: the fear of the Song Dynasty, which is rising rapidly and even wants to get rid of the dog chain of the great powers.

    In the Far East, if you are strong enough to get off the leash, you are the new great power!

    So at this moment, there is another kind of people who are crazy about going to Haijing and even Hong Kong: spies from various countries.

    While the antique dealer and the ancient book dealer were arguing, a young man stepped onto the deck and immediately attracted their attention: he was a young Chinese man, but he was wearing a shirt with lace sleeves and a tuxedo that seemed to glow.  , with a top hat on his head; this attire will make anyone wear heavy clothes in the hot southern weather, but it also represents the status of this person who is either rich or noble.

    This man looks like a typical Cantonese, with dark complexion, short stature, a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, and piercing small eyes, which is unforgettable at first sight. However, he has a thick and messy beard, which adds a rough atmosphere, which only makes him look like a typical Cantonese.  But when he walked up the escalator with his white lace sleeves, the contrast was even more impressive.

    "Song defeated France?" The young man grabbed the sailor and asked.

    "I heard that this man is the adopted son of a certain British captain. His English is excellent. Do you know his origins?" Ginka Kishida said, looking at the man from a distance.

    "Cabin No. 7, British citizen." Fu Renyong looked at the man, stroking the beard on his chin, with a curious look on his face: This man lives in Cabin No. 7, but the Chinese has British nationality and can speak fluent London.  If you speak English, you are naturally either rich or noble: Today, with the world's most powerful foreign country and global racial discrimination, can Chinese people become British citizens?  Even non-top Songhai travelers cannot enter, so it is certainly no small matter that he can become a British national.

    &nHe stood up, grabbed the rope ladder in the air, and climbed up quickly.

    "Who are you?" The boatswain under the mast has not yet come to his senses, and his face cannot be seen clearly in the wind and rain. He just subconsciously hugged his clothes and asked.

    "Authentic! Old sailor!" The next second he saw the man climbing up the mast, and the expert could tell if he was there by stretching out his hand. The captain of the sailor was so happy that he almost tore off his ears with a grin.

    "Boss, what do you think you are holding?" The subordinate next to him patted the boatswain's arm. The boatswain finally recovered from watching the old sailor quickly climb into position and deftly furl the sail, and looked down.  , unexpectedly jumped up and fell down on the deck full of water: holding a tuxedo and a top hat in his arms.

    "Look! That British man!" The two people who were half dragging and half pulling the injured sailor into the cabin and walking hard against the wind raised their heads: they saw a white British shirt with lace sleeves floating on the four-story mast.  The flowing ponytail made her stand out among other sailors even in the storm.

    "He climbed up?!" Kishida shouted in surprise.

    "Look at his waist!" Fu Renyong yelled in the wind and rain.

    Kishida lowered his knees so that both knees were firmly kneeling on the pool-like deck, and tightly clamped his waist with the injured sailor's legs. Only then did he dare to straighten up in the strong wind and squint his eyes upward.  Looking at it, I saw something in the waist of the British Chinese on the mast that was blown by the wind, like a black ring surrounding him. If I looked carefully, it turned out to be a weird American Western-style waist holster belt.  Loaded with live ammunition.

    Who is that guy?  A wanted luxury gangster who is willing to help others?

    Fu Renyong and Kishida looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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