"My Lord! Thank you for listening to the prayers of billions of people, thank you for blessing my emperor to win again! And defeating France!..." Pastor Zhang, a wanted criminal in the Qing Dynasty, knelt on the deck and stretched out his hand and shouted at the whistling sea breeze.

Even Tadao Nobie pulled out his knife, raised it high towards the vast waves, and shouted "Asia! Asia!" (Asia means, this is the pronunciation in Japanese.)

Even the Japanese ronin were ecstatic. After all, this was the first time that the yellow race defeated the whites in the sea and land battles under the legion. Although he bet his life at his doorstep to fight against the other side, there were even more difficult diplomatic wars and even the battle to destroy the country across the ocean. However, the Sea Emperor was the first guy who was good at using propaganda wars. Even if diplomacy was defeated, this big victory was enough for him to find a gimmick and blow the sky.

In fact, Hai Song Haijun had no intention of checking it out just now. They came on the boat and told everyone the latest news in the newspaper. They shouted slogans for a while. They even had two glasses of wine with a few national sailors of Song State. They hurried back to the boat and drove away. They saw that they were just going north and forced to stop the other party when they met the boat, and then went up to spread the good news.

Fu Renyong and Kishida Yinka were sitting under the awning they had just sat on, watching the boat run and scream, as if two great monks who saw through the world, not to mention laughing, their eyes were full of solemnity.

"Mr. Fu is very knowledgeable about diplomacy and military affairs, unlike ordinary businessmen." Kishida Yinka snatched her pipe and asked tentatively.

"Aren't you the same? The diplomatic situation in the Far East is analyzed in an orderly manner." Fu Renyong sneered slightly.

"I said that I used to be a journalist in Tokyo. I just like politics and diplomacy, just a hobby." Kishida Yinka replied.

"The same is true for me. I am also concerned about the international situation. After all, I am poor and weak, and I will be divided up." Fu Renyong sighed.

"I admire aspiring young people like you." Kishida smiled, then turned his head and looked over and asked inadvertently: "I heard that the naval battle was extremely fierce. The naval forces of Song and France faced each other headed towards each other and launched a bloody battle. The two main ships of the main fleet of the Haisong "Da Song and Sea Fleet" were beaten and sunk in the war. The army completely wiped out the French army, how much damage was? I'm afraid it was a miserable victory?"

"For their navy, the motto is: 'Only the tiger is coming out of the mountain'. This is the biggest difference between the Song Navy and the Qing Navy's "Tiger in the Mountains". As for the Song Army, whether it is a tragic victory is not the key, they will never publicize this in the newspaper. The key is that Annan is at the gate of Haisong, and they already have a railway from Haijing to Zhennan Pass in Guangxi. Haisong is very experienced in using railways: where there are railways, the combat effectiveness is amazing. Haisong's army is not only a modern army, but also a conscription system..." Speaking of this, Fu Renyong seemed to wake up from his words. He took out a cigarette and said, "I have been collecting antiques in the countryside of Ningbo, Qing Dynasty, and I haven't read the newspapers in Shanghai for a month."

No one would believe anyone. Except for the couple who were anxious to return to Hai Song, everyone was a little afraid of seeing the light. Naturally, Fu Renyong and Kishida Yinxiang both had intuitive doubts about their identity. Both, one wanted to transport the priceless ancestor of the Ming Dynasty to sell the funeral objects to Hai Jing, and the other wanted to open a branch in Hai Jing. Their origin was the same: the fear of Hai Song, who was rising rapidly and even getting rid of the dog chains of the great powers.

In the Far East, if you are strong enough to get rid of the dog chain, then you are the new powers!

So at this moment, there is another type of person who wants to go to Haijing and even Hong Kong: spies from various countries.

While the antique dealer and the book dealer were silly, a young man walked onto the deck and attracted the attention of both: he was a young Chinese man, but he was wearing a shirt with lace sleeves and a tuxedo that seemed to shine and a top hat on his head; this dress would make anyone fertile and heavy clothes in the hot weather in the southern country, but it also represents the person's identity as either rich or noble.

This man looks like a typical Guangdong man, with dark skin, not tall, a pair of sword eyebrows and bright eyes, which is unforgettable at first sight, but his thick and messy beard adds a sense of rashness. However, when his white lace sleeves came up with the escalator, the contrast was even more impressive.

"Song Kingdom defeated France?" the young man asked with a grasp of the sailor.

"I heard that this person is the adopted son of a British captain. He has a very good English language. Do you know what his origin?" Yaoyao looked at the man and Kishida Yinka said.

"Cat No. 7, British citizen." Fu Renyong looked at the man, touching his chin, and looked curious: This man lives in Catalog No. 7, but Chinese have British nationality and can speak fluent London-style English. Naturally, they are either rich or noble: Today, with the world's most powerful country and global racial discrimination, can Chinese become British nationality? Even the non-top Hai Song Haiyoushi can't get into it. It's natural that he can become British nationality.

However, this man lives in a quiet place and does not like to chat with others. The passengers are not familiar with him.

"The captain's adopted son? How do I see him familiar? Where have I seen him?" Fu Renyong was thinking of his servants asking for familiar sailors. This man shot and killed several people in the gang casino in the French Concession in Shanghai, so he fled to Haisong on this boat. He was also a wanted criminal, a wanted criminal in the French Concession, and that was an absolute dangerous person.

I really can't remember where I saw this person. He looked up and chased the wanted criminal. He only saw him telling him about Hai Song's victory over France.

I was wondering whether to get to know each other. At this time, it suddenly became dark and a strong wind blew. Kishida Yinka's hat flew into the air in the blink of an eye. Fu Ren Yong's eyes were quick and his hands were fast. The ape stretched out his arms and pulled the brim of the hat and handed it back to Kishida. At this time, the captain and the sailor rushed out together.

The captain yelled: "There is a storm ahead! Everyone hurry up and go back to their cabin! Lunch is postponed! Because our boat is about to dance! Be patient with seasickness!"

Fu Renyong turned his head in surprise and looked at the bow of the ship. He saw the black clouds covering the sky and the sun were in front of him. Lightning flashed inside, and the wind suddenly increased many times. Just a click, Fu Renyong turned his head and saw that the skeleton had been blown off, and instantly turned into a small black dot floating out of the ship. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared on the terrifying ocean that began to roar.

"Shut the sail!" The sailor grew up in the bitter wind, holding a cable and roaring wildly.

Seven or eight sailors staggered like pieces of paper in the strong wind and began to climb up the high mast, and wanted to roll down the screaming cloth sail.

"Damn it, the wind direction is effective. I thought I could save some coal money, but I was in a storm!" The captain yelled: "Calling the sails! Turn on the machine and move forward with steam power!"

Before he could finish his words, the heavy raindrops in the dark sky fell down, and the weather on the ocean was indeed faster than that of people.

For a moment, heavy rain poured down, and the strong wind made people feel that they would be blown into the air at any time. The layers of ripples on the sea suddenly turned into large waves like hills, and the whole boat suddenly jumped unruly. The people on the top were riding on a crazy wild horse. The guests on the deck also scattered, rolling into their cabin like beans on the ground, experiencing the power of the world inside.

"Mr. Kishida, be careful. Here!" Fu Renyong grabbed Kishida Yinka's arm and grabbed the railing beside her with the other hand. There was no way, the wind was too strong.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu..." Kishida tightened Fu Renyong's forearm with one hand and put the hat on his mouth with the other. He bit it with his teeth, and his free hand also grabbed the railing. He watched the table and stool that was sitting on the tea just now seemed to be possessed by a monster, jumping in the wind to the side of the ship, and jumping into the ocean.

Just as the two of them were struggling to walk into the cabin, they heard a loud crackling sound on their heads, followed by a scream in the air, and then a loud bang behind them, as if the rice bag was falling on the wooden board. The two of them looked back at the railing and looked back. There was a person lying on the deck, and then the bow of the boat suddenly jumped up in the waves, and the man rolled towards this side.

In the rainy water that was rushing towards him, Kitanta took off his hand, stretched out his legs, blocking the rolling path of his body, and half pulled the man to his side. Fu Renyong behind him also squatted down, holding the iron rod with one hand and holding Kitanta's neck tightly. There was no way. The wind was so strong that it seemed that it would blow people into the sea at any time.

Kishida sat in the water all over the ground and pulled the person in his arms over. He saw a sailor with bleeding from his mouth and nose. The two looked up and saw the sailors who were collecting sails in the air yelling at the place.

The sailboats must use manpower to collect sails, and it has been like this for thousands of years. Just now, the sailors climbed to three or four-story high masts, lined up in the lower sails, rolled sails, and everyone stood in the air in the wind and rain. Who would have thought that a two-meter-long crossbar in the top mast was blown off by the wind and rushed onto the face of the second sailor on the left like a heavy hammer, and immediately knocked the unlucky guy away and threw it on the deck. Now it seems that he is so angry that he won't live long.

"What are you looking at? Get off the sail quickly!" The sailor under the mast was soaked. He only looked at the sailor at Kishida and roared on his back in the wind and rain.

"There is a shortage of people, the sailing is slow!" The sailor shouted next to him, and the sailor gritted his teeth and roared angrily. "Damn, Liu San, where did Lao Li go? Catch them and I will kill them!"

"I'll do it!" Someone roared. The sailor turned his head and touched the water on his face with his hand. After opening his eyes, a black shadow rushed over in the wind and rain, took off his coat and stuffed it into his hand. Then he kicked off his leather shoes with two clicks. With the bumps of the ship, he ran forward barefoot and immediately jumped up like a monkey jumping out of the trees. He grabbed the rope ladder in the air and climbed up.

"Who are you?" The sailor under the mast had not yet come to his senses, and could not see clearly in the wind and rain. He just subconsciously hugged his clothes and asked.

"Authentic! Old sailor!" The next second I saw the man climbing up the mast, and the expert could tell if he had any. The sailor was overjoyed and almost tore off his ears with his mouth.

"Boss, what are you holding?" The subordinate next to him patted the sailor's long arms. The sailor then came to his senses from the old sailor's quick climb and his skillful sailing movement. He looked down and jumped up, and fell down on the deck full of water: he was holding a tuxedo and a top hat.

"Look! That British man!" Both men who were half-dragging the injured sailor into the cabin and struggling to push the wind up their heads raised their heads: a lace-sleeved British white shirt was floating on the four-story mast, with a ponytail floating behind their heads, which was so conspicuous even in the storm.

"Has he climbed up?!" Kishida shouted in surprise.

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

Kishida knelt down, letting both knees kneel firmly on the deck like a pool, and clamped his waist tightly with the injured sailor's legs. Only then did he dare to straighten his waist in the strong wind, squint his eyes and look up. He saw that the British Chinese waist on the mast was blown by the wind, like a black ring circling him. After looking closely, it turned out to be a weird American Western-style waist-loop belt with live ammunition.

Who is that guy? A wanting criminal who is willing to help others?
Chapter completed!