Beijing Martial Arts Hall is also called the Beijing Martial Arts Hall. It is located not far from the Summer Palace. In summer, there are dense trees, and the trees covered with thighs can be seen everywhere. A winding gravel path in the forest extends into the barracks of the Martial Arts Hall in the green. In winter, most of the trees on this path point to the sky, and the sight has become wider between the branches. The dark blue walls of the barracks in the distance have been revealed in the gaps between the branches. Outside the gate of the Martial Arts Hall, a tall door archway stands on the road like a god standing guard. Everyone rode behind Liu Ji on horseback, and the two guards who led the way arrived at the gate of the Martial Arts Hall in advance.

When everyone arrived at the gate of the martial arts hall, the welcoming teams were arranged neatly on the side of the road. Then the navy generals got off their horses and followed the emperor. They looked at the long green teams arranged on both sides of the road and couldn't help but exclaimed from their hearts. The soldiers in the welcome line were all proud and proud, with soldiers of similar sizes one after another, holding a dark musket in their right hand, and the sharp bayonet was placed on the gun head and reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight. From the head of the line, a straight green line penetrated neatly into the camp. Such a mighty army would not be exciting.

Guan Tianpei secretly swore in his heart that he had to train such a navy.

At this time, an instructor with a tiger embroidered on his chest at the door stepped forward to report to Liu Jihong Liang: "Zhang Biao, the head of the martial arts hall, led 36 instructors, 120 cooperative education and all martial arts students in the camp to study, and a total of 2,509 people reported to the chief instructor."

Guan Tianpei was still wondering why he didn't call the emperor. Liu Ji had already come down from the horse and said to him: "I am the chief instructor, and Zhang Biao is responsible for the specific matters."

Zhang Biao was a rough man with a centipede-like scar on his face from his ear to his jaw. When he heard the emperor say this, he quickly replied: "The textbooks used by me and all the instructors are from the emperor. At that time, I and all the new army generals were personally taught by the emperor. Now the martial artists in the martial arts hall are all disciples and grandsons of the emperor. The emperor is the founder of the martial arts hall in our capital. How can it be said to be a name? Besides, the emperor has to go to the martial arts hall every now and then to teach martial arts students personally. The envoys benefited a lot. How could this name be unreasonable?"

Liu Ji smiled without comment and walked forward. He saw Senggelinqin in the queue. Liu Ji walked to Senggelinqin and punched him hard and asked, "How is it? Can you still eat and eat?"

Senggelinqin's chest was erect, and responded loudly in the queue.

At this time, a half-baked Chinese sounded in Liu Ji's ears, "He, good!"

Liu Ji looked back and saw that he was a new French instructor. Liu Ji remembered that this person came to China with a group of French technicians. It is said that he was a French officer who participated in the Battle of Waterloo. This tall and thin Frenchman in his forties stammered and wanted to say something and his face turned red. Finally, he shouted everywhere: "Faye (translation)!" The people around him burst into laughter.

Liu Ji also laughed, and he ordered Zhang Biao: "You organize a confrontation drill and have a good exchange with the generals of the Nanyang Navy."

"Get orders!" Zhang Biao answered loudly in a loud voice. He immediately took the instructors to make arrangements. Guan Tianpei and others also went to the martial arts performance venue in the back mountain accompanied by the instructors in the school.

The Frenchman named Roman Rolland saw that Liu Ji had free time and immediately brought the translator to plead with him. It turned out that the Frenchman named Roman Rolland fell in love with China and wanted to take his wife to settle in China. Liu Ji did not rush to agree. He chatted with Roman Rolland for a while and talked about the Battle of Waterloo.

While walking, the two of them talked to a quiet place in the martial arts hall and stopped. The translator was a missionary from Macau, following behind the two and listening carefully.

When Roman Rolland talked about the Battle of Waterloo, his eyes were filled with solemnity. "If Marshal Grocher was braver, the fate of the world would be changed." He seemed to realize something and quickly let the translator correct it: "The fate of Europe will be changed." Then Roman Rolland said again: "It was in Leipzig, southwest of Berlin. I was a platoon leader in the Sixth Infantry Regiment. The ground was very muddy. Since the morning, hundreds of cannons have been ringing. The sound of iron hoofs of the cavalry team in front rushed towards the firing formation, and the sound of dong dong drums coming from all directions was deafening, and the whole plain was trembling! We began to attack in the chaotic sound." At this point, Roman Rolland sighed long, his "Oh" voice was filled with a deep regret, and then looked at the maple trees that had lost all their leaves.

"Compared with Marshal Grouche who stopped attacking because of obeying the order, Marshal Neyze was too brave. Our entire regiment had more than 2,000 people, and only hundreds of people came back. Everyone supported each other. The sparse crowd looked at it and made people cry. The British resisted us desperately under the command of Wellington. The ground at the front turned red, and every inch of land was plowed by artillery fire." At this point, Roman Rolland sighed again, "The Prussians attacked from the flank under the leadership of Luchelle,..." Roman Rolland stopped here, silently closed his eyes, and said for a long time: "We all escaped."

Liu Jie asked: "Where is Marshal Gruci?"

Roman Rolland sighed again, and his tone was heavy, making the air seem to solidify. "He came late. Although he finally brought out the great French army from the siege that was five times more than himself, he will be nailed to the cross of France's shame."

After listening to the translator's low voice and saying the last sentence, Liu Ji suddenly understood why Roman Rolland wanted to come to China. This man must be a fanatical supporter of Napoleon, and he could stay away from his sadness. Liu Ji hoped that this man named Roman Rolland could bring some skilled industrial workers. French scientists did not dare to expect the other party to come to China. In Liu Ji's view, even if these scientists came to China, they would achieve nothing, because China does not have scientific soil now, and the seeds of science cannot germinate. Now it is time to transform the soil, and there is no seeds. Therefore, Liu Ji said to Roman Rolland: "I agree with your French Roman Rolland's request to allow you to settle in China, and I hope you can bring some technicians who know how to operate and manufacture machinery to China. I can pay them generous salaries."

As he was speaking, a rumbling sound of artillery fire came from the martial arts field. Liu Ji stood up and said to Romain Rolland, "What do you think of the organization of my army?"
Chapter completed!