Boom boom boom... The sea surface suddenly burst into flames, and the powerful recoil of the cannon shocked the entire warship and trembled. The sea surface was filled with waves, and even the fish swimming under the sea were scattered and fled in shock.

This bombing was prepared and unprepared. All the volleys of French warships were probably not as good as this time. At that time, the people in Naba City hid in the refugee camp in the mountains, and the French bombed empty houses and limited defenders.

Today, when tens of thousands of people shouted to fight against the French army, the warships and cannons finally found an opportunity. Do you still aim at such a crowded carpet? Let's open it and explode it.

One after another, the shells hit the crowd, and the high-explosive shells instantly lifted up countless mud bricks and timbers and corpse fragments. The metal fragments flew in the air, and the violent air waves pounced on the crowd one after another.

"Blasting and blowing... all aim at points, shoot freely... protect our army..." The commanders on the battleship went crazy, and they were commanding enthusiastically on the deck.

"Rise the sail...Rise the sail immediately... Be careful of the counterattack of the Ryukyu Fortress... Oh, probably not. Now King Shangtai has been controlled by us...God bless France."

The sea was filled with smoke, and the dock had already been killed. At the bottom of the boat that the Third Legion overturned, boxes of tarpaulin were covered with ammunition.

French soldiers used bayonets to cut the oil cloth and pried open the wooden board. The yellow bullet reflects the reflection of the yellow bullets. In this era, bullets evolved from split to overall. Fixed-loading bullets have always been very high-end. Molière is obviously such a tall knight. This article describes the bullets as metal fixed-loading bullets.

"Hahaha... good thing, the soldiers are not paper shell bullets, they are brass bullets... they are opened to fire." Amid the officer's roar, handfuls of bullets were stuffed into each of their ammunition bags.

Soon the Dereser rifle opened fire, and the dense rain of bullets rushed towards the crazy crowd. Although this single-shot rifle with a needle-punching did not have the speed of Spencer, its power and range were far higher than Spencer. The military and civilians who broke through the bombing of the shell were swept down like cutting leeks.

The corpse was lying all over the ground, blood flowed like a stream, and the wailing sounds of pain were endless. You could still see the seriously injured climbing in the pile of corpses. He wanted to escape from this hell on earth.

Papa... After a few gunshots, the seriously injured people who tried to escape were killed. The French Third Corps formed two long shooting formations, turned from the dock to the viewing platform and pressed over.

No one noticed that this group of French troops not only hid countless ammunition in the small boat, but also hid several snare drums. It was this small snare drum that made the French soldiers dominate Europe. When the sound of the snare drums of the red-clothed lobster soldiers in Napoleon's era, the group of proud soldiers would automatically enter the madness.

The snare drums in Europe are completely different from the snare drums in ancient China. The snare drums in ancient China were basically used to inspire morale, while the snare drums in the smoothbore gun era controlled the pace and shooting frequency of the military formation. When the snare drums were beaten, it was the beginning of the most cruel queuing and shooting game.

"Fast...shoot...shoot...shoot..." Under the commander's saber, the French military formation, which was originally equipped with rifled guns, exuded the smell of the smoothbore gun era.

Under the double blow of bayonets and rifle shooting, the Imperial Guards died in rows. The unyielding souls opened their eyes wide and looked at the sky. They could not understand why the battle was like this.

"Your Majesty, surrender, this is your only way out. Do you want to see your subjects die like this? This is not what you wise kings do? Don't your Asian values ​​admire these?" Moliè stared at the mouse who was like a cat playing with King Tai.

Gong Cheng also started to beat the gong while on the side, "Your Majesty, those who know the times are heroes. Since Ryukyu can endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens in the hands of the Japanese for more than two hundred years, what if it is a Frenchman now? It will not harm you at all. Shuri Castle will still belong to your Shang family in the end."

The young king was now dizzy, his ministers were crowded by his side, and the Confucian ministers who used to teach him respectfully were now scared like soft-legged shrimps.

In the past, I have been educating Your Majesty this, but this is not right, and those Confucian ministers who seem to understand the truth of the movement of the universe are now all soft, staring at King Shangtai with humble and pity. Their meaning is too clear, that is, to live.

"Haha...hehe..." King Shangtai only felt that the scenery in front of him was spinning like a lantern, and the sound of chirping was buzzing in his ears.

"Whenever there is a big thing, you have to be calm... No matter how dangerous the situation is, there will be a breakthrough... If the situation really comes to an irreversible moment, then think about what you can get after surrendering and what you will lose..."

Xiao Letian's voice came to my ears. When Shang's father was in Shuri Castle, he had talked with the young Wang Bingzhu's night many times. There was something rumored about Xiao Letian's sexual promiscuity in the palace, but King Shangtai knew that those rumors were actually farts.

How can a person improve and how to improve himself? The most important thing is to look at the pressure. Only when a person encounters huge pressure can he know how great his potential is.

The chaos in King Shangtai's thinking lasted for only a few minutes. I don't know what kind of power made him calm down again. He looked around the scared ministers around him and bit his back teeth and cursed.

"Look at your appearance, is this your past demeanor? Why did Mount Tai collapse before it remain unchanged? Now Mount Tai has not collapsed, and you have all become soft-legged shrimps... all stand up for me."

"Things that don't open their eyes will not bandage General Cai Mao's wounds."

The scolding of King Shangtai shocked the ministers. The crowd in chaos often subconsciously chose to follow the strongest. People looked at the young king with incredible eyes. For the first time, they felt that King Shangtai's narrow shoulders had become a bit majestic.

Cai Mao tore off his clothes and bandaged his wounds with a smile. "Your Majesty scolded him well, he scolded him happily. Today you really have a bit of the majesty of a king. Dragon trapped in the shallows is also a dragon, not a worm..."

King Shangtai stared at Molière with his eyes tightly, and his tone suddenly became extremely calm. "What's the difference between surrendering or not surrendering, and what's the difference in the final outcome of Ryukyu?"

"As you said, the French came here to avenge your emperor, and you wanted to show your military power to the world, so what you wanted was not any compensation or contract, all you wanted was killing."

"Maybe I, King Shangtai, can save my life, but you will not let go of the new Ryukyu army. You will not let go of the soldiers and soldiers who resisted you on the battlefield... All you want is just massacre, are I right?"

Listening to King Shangtai's shout, Gong Cheng sighed regretfully, "So what can I do if it is right? Your Majesty, can you still care about others now? Isn't the most important thing you are now to live? You don't want the country of Ryukyu."

"Shut up... you rebellious..." King Shang Tai cursed and his eyes were shattered, so scared that Gong Cheng unconsciously took two steps back.

"Did you let me see the French slaughter their subjects without any hesitation? What is the king? What do you tell me is the king and the minister. What I hold on the shoulders of King Tai is the responsibility of a country, and what I do is to be responsible for the people of this country."

"I only know that I want to enjoy the Qing Tartars, not our Ryukyu royal family. Gong Cheng, I tell you that my country was built in the early Ming Dynasty and was a vassal state personally granted by Taizu. I am not a barbarian outside the pass, I am wearing Chinese clothes."

The Chinese dress was engraved by Taizu. Gong Cheng, who was as heavy as a mountain, couldn't say a word, and even his face turned pale. What was the Ming Dynasty? No matter what these literati said on the surface, they still believed that the Ming Dynasty was the truth of China.

The title of Taizu personally made the Ryukyu Kingdom a little more profound in history. Even Molière and Bruce, the French, became even more awe-inspiring.

Ryukyu officially became a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty in the 14th century and accepted the powerful Chinese mainland civilization. At that time, Europe had just had the dawn of the Renaissance.

Moliè knew that King Shangtai was arming himself with dignity, and he was encouraging himself with the country's destiny of Ryukyu for more than 500 years. This young king was really a hero.

Lin Yuanmiao seemed to know King Shangtai for the first time, and tears fell like rain. "Okay, well, the five hundred years of Ryukyu's national fortune finally came out. It's worth it to follow such a wise king..."

Speaking of this, Lin Yuanmiao suddenly roared like crazy, and his body rushed straight into the bayonet. "There is no country in the world that is destroyed, and there is no king who is dead... Since the emperor has the ambition to defend the country and die in the country, the old minister paves the way for His Majesty..."

"Don't kill him." Molière subconsciously exclaimed, and the French soldier who was facing Lin Yuanmiao hurriedly turned the bayonet. However, the knife did not hit the vital point, but it penetrated deeply into the shoulder blades of the Minister of Revenue.

"Ah, Your Majesty... Since you have seen through their wolfish ambitions... Then don't hesitate... Let's fight, fight to the end." Lin Yuanmiao was spitting blood foam in his mouth.

The soldier in red shrank his rifle and kicked him hard. Lin Yuanmiao was kicked back into the crowd. King Shangtai held the injured old minister and glared.

"No matter what I do, I can't change the current situation of hungry wolf eating people, and I will never let you slaughter my people, hahaha... Even if I let you go, you will not succeed. The new army trained by the Prime Minister has their own pride..."

After saying that, King Shangtai took out a yellow phosphorus-headed firework from his cuffs, pinched off the wax seal and waved it in the wind, and the colorful fireworks soared into the sky.

"In Ryukyu, only my monk's father is qualified to use this colorful signal flare... Once this signal is released, the Ryukyu Kingdom has no distinction between north and south, and no distinction between old and young. They all have to share the same hatred of the enemy and break up with the enemy here."

"The country's five hundred years of Ryukyu's national fortune will be broken here today... Even if Ryukyu is destroyed, I will not leave you a single grass."
Chapter completed!