Even if the country is destroyed, it will not leave a single grass for the enemy. This is so exciting. Moliè, Gong Cheng and others are both stunned, especially Gong Cheng, who discovered that the biggest flaw in the whole plan was King Shangtai. How could this young man brainwash Xiao Letian into this?

"Your Majesty is stupid. You can stay in the mountains without worrying about burning firewood. How can you govern the country so recklessly..." Before Gong Cheng finished speaking, a black shadow hit his face with a bang. It was obvious that it was the official boots thrown by Jin Changsen.

"Gong Cheng, I'm incompatible with you..." Jin Shangshu, who was cursing, rushed towards him with his teeth and claws. Unfortunately, he was just a civil servant. He rushed several times but couldn't rush to Gong Cheng's side.

King Shangtai shouted in the crowd, "My dear friends, think about it, why the people of Ryukyu support us, why the new army and the imperial guards protect us, not to see the great title on our heads, but the title left by our ancestors will be used up one day sooner or later, and a good man will have to make his own career..."

"The people support me and the troops protect me. That is because I, King Shangtai, can give them hope, because King Shangtai, can lead them to protect this country and protect everyone's good days... This is the fundamental reason why the king of heaven is established."

"Let me surrender, go fuck it. If I, Shang Tai, watched the French massacre the new army and the people, but became a turtle bastard, our Ryukyu would be considered dead... It was a destruction of the demise of all people."

This time, even Molière and Bruce felt that the situation was becoming tricky. Their plan was to use the lives of the Ryukyu monarchs and ministers as meat tickets to threaten the entire kingdom to surrender to them. However, if King Shangtai did this, it would be counterproductive.

"Go on, envoy, since they want to die, we will give them a chance..." Bruce shouted.

"No... absolutely not. We France cannot send troops in vain. We die in vain. We must get the dividends of war. If King Shangtai and these ministers die, we are destined to get nothing..."

Molière's impatient belly was smoking, "What we want is to conquer this kingdom, what we want is a long-term colonization here in the future. We can't establish a government to rule ourselves, even if we collect taxes, they have to be handled by Ryukyu officials..."

Just when he was struggling, suddenly the sky above his head burst out with deafening sounds of cannons. After receiving the fireworks signal, the Qixingshan Fortress and the Shuri Castle Fortress finally opened fire.

Liang Kun, who was injured in his leg, leaned half of his body against the stone wall. He stretched his head and rushed to the dock to curse. Although he could not hear the sound on the viewing platform in the telescope, he could guess with his heels.

"What I said, what I said, I can't negotiate, these bastards cannot believe it, how are you doing now? Open the door and invite thieves. You are asking thieves to come in... firing fire, firing fire at the enemy's warship."

The shore defense turret can only suppress the sea and have no choice but to the enemy at the dock. These defenders are full of anger and have nowhere to vent their anger and can only pour fire into the sea.

It was not just the garrison of the fortresses who had just left the city, but the new army soldiers who had just left the city were also crazy at this time. When the colorful signal flares exploded in the sky, all the new army, militia, and student soldiers were shocked.

In just a few seconds, there was a huge uproar in the team. "It was Your Majesty's emergency signal flare. Your Majesty was killed. Oh my God, why is this happening? Did Your Majesty die?"

Everyone knows that this colorful signal flare is the highest level of danger, just like the residual blood flag. This is the beginning of a decisive counterattack. Once such a signal appears, all orders for retreat will be invalidated, either you die or I die.

In Ryukyu today, there is only one possibility of colorful signal flares, that is, King Shangtai has passed away.

"Your Majesty is dead, your Majesty dies... Your Majesty asked the French to kill..." There is only this kind of voice in the whole city now.

"Go back... and kill these foreign devils." The soldiers rushed back like crazy, and finally ignored the queue.

The people and the Imperial Guards who had just persuaded the new army to leave the city have not yet understood what was going on. They opened their mouths and watched the new army return and their chins were about to fall off.

"You, you... why are you back..." The old men and women and children reacted so slowly that they still haven't figured out the situation.

The running soldiers looked at these people who were kind-hearted to do bad things, and they all wanted to scold people, but looking at their cowardly expressions and kind eyes, they couldn't say anything.

"You...hey..." The soldiers could not say anything except a long sigh.

Naha has now become a violent vortex. The King of Shangtai on the pier is Eye of the Storm. Although it is calm and there is no killing here, it controls the rhythm of the entire war.

Under Molière's order, the Japanese samurai and some of the French soldiers in red used the Taishao and bayonet to control King Shangtai and his men, and were not allowed to harm them, but they were not allowed to let go.

The French army, who were left with three hundred, quickly formed three shooting positions around the viewing platform. Except for the side close to the sea without any defense, shooting masks with debris piled up in the north and southeast.

"Soldiers, hold on to their positions, and reinforcements from the sea are about to arrive... Repel the attacks of these savages and let the French flags penetrate the whole world..."

"Long live the emperor, long live France." The French army that had benefited from the first battle was as powerful as a rainbow.

At this time, the warships on the sea began to cruise, one after another were put down, and the French army sitting on it began to paddle. Amid the neat horns, fifty or sixty small boats rushed towards the dock by the wind and waves.

Liang Kun on the fort was almost crazy. He held a telescope in one hand and pointed at the sea with the other hand. "Don't worry about the French warships... and kill the landing soldiers... Hurry up..."

The giant shore defense cannon began to adjust the muzzle. After the roar, white waves surged into the sky on the sea. Two small boats were overturned in the air. The bodies of the French army in red floated on the sea like cruising water ghosts.

This is the most difficult landing battle. Without strategic deception, you can only rely on your flesh and blood to rush forward. Such a war cannot be carried out without elite forces.

"Dispersed...the entire army is scattered...The warriors accelerate, and we will be safe after rushing through the barrage coverage area...The envoy and the general have promised that all the wealth of this city belongs to you..."

"Long live." The soldiers rowed harder without fear, and the already sparse fleet is now even larger.

The shells poured into the sea one after another, but they still could not stop the pace of the French army's landing. Only then did people know the heritage of the old empire, but the quality of these soldiers was admirable.

Moliè looked at one small boat after another, and he was bleeding with pain. In the end, he couldn't help but "Bastard, Shangtai, do you want to die? I immediately ordered the turret to stop bombing... Otherwise I would slaughter the city."

"Threatening me, haha... Go dreaming, I'll wait for you to kill. On the way to the Huangquan Road, I can stand up to see the people who died in battle. Even if I die, I will be the dignified Lord of Ryukyu."

"Okay, okay, you're cruel enough..." Molière's palm changed several positions in succession. He almost issued an order to shoot, but in the end he still held back.

"Don't think that you can get rid of my control if you are not afraid of death. Let me tell you the truth. My script is absolutely not allowed to be rewritten." After Molière made a ruthless move, he ignored King Shangtai again.

Moli Ai scolded in his heart, "Damn it, don't you want to be our puppet? You have no choice. When I slaughter a city, and when I kill all the rebellions, I will deal with you personally. High-dose morphine, the top opium. I heard that someone is developing something called heroin now..."

"King Shangtai, please wait for me. I will train you to be a dog, a drug-addicted dog who begs for mercy."

Molière tore off all the gentlemen's disguise at this time, and he shouted at General Bruce, "Send the order, I will give this city to brave soldiers in the name of the Emperor of the Pharaoh... massacre the city, massacre the city."

The roar of beasts made the beast soldiers ignite the desire to fight. The most primitive desire beat in the blood. All the soldiers preparing for war yelled in unison, "City Massacre, City Massacre, City Massacre..."

The sound of shocking footsteps suddenly sounded in the howling of wolves. The new army that had returned finally arrived before the French reinforcements landed. Their gun chambers were filled with bullets and the battle was about to break out.

At this time, the corpses were already formed on the open space of the dock. The miserable scene made all the soldiers furious. Without the orders of the officers, they picked up Spencer and were about to shoot.

"No...you look...Your Majesty is still alive, Your Majesty is captured alive." The leading officer roared and stopped the soldiers' shooting, but the French army could not control so much. It was a dense sound of gunfire at the shooting positions of the new army, and bullets poured over like rain in the smoke.

Papa... The soldier who was hit by the rain of bullets turned around several times and rushed to the front and was shot five times in the chest. He pushed the bayonet against the stone floor in his hand, and barely supported himself.

"What kind of bad battle is this... What kind of bad battle is this... Prime Minister... Why don't you come back..." Another round of volleys was shot in the breath, and the tenacious soldier fell in a pool of blood and died with his eyes closed.

King Shangtai was crazy. He cried and shouted in the crowd, "Fight, don't worry about me...Fight, you are fighting, have you forgotten the Prime Minister's military order? Fuck, why do you care about me..."

"Shoot, shoot at me... I won't be a burden to you even if I die..." King Shangtai never cried like this in his life. He felt that tears were gushing out of his heart.

"A person will die once, and at worst, they will die together. I sacrificed this country and I will sacrifice this life today... I will fight for it, and I will burn it all."

At that moment, the king's roar even overwhelmed the gunshots on the battlefield. At that moment, the new army realized that the colorful signal flare was King Shangtai's determination to force him to death.

"Open fire... fight with them... Kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one... New Army assault."

Amid the roar, countless warriors in light blue military uniforms formed a tide to rush towards the French, and the French troops in red military uniforms formed an indestructible line of defense like lava erupted from undersea volcanoes.

This is the confrontation between water and fire, and this is the challenge launched by the unwilling Eastern civilization to the powerful West. Success and failure not only determine the gains and losses of an island, but also the fate of an island country.

If this battle is won, Eastern civilization will inevitably have a strong morale, and Xiao Letian will naturally be at the forefront.

If this battle is defeated, Western civilization will inevitably be as powerful as a rainbow, and the pace of colonizing the world will be unstoppable.
Chapter completed!