Thirty-six, the horn of war sounds in the East (Part 1)

Thirty-six, the horn of war sounds in the East (Part 1)

...Time is the most ruthless killer. No matter how brilliant and brilliant it is, it cannot withstand the weathering and erosion of the long years.

The Xianglong Empire of this era is no longer as charming as the "Golden Country" in the past, but is like a dying old man, exuding a decay and decay from its bones... This old empire, which has experienced too many winds and rains, has begun to collapse from the foundation of civilization.

This tragic country is almost in such a strange and numb state of sleep, and in this sweet sleep, he deceives himself with his long-lost strength and prestige. In fact, it has only left a large population, vast territory and heavy burdens, as well as lifeless culture, shrinking wealth and illusory hegemony.

In order to avoid being exposed, this empire had to try its best to avoid contact with the outside world like a leper, but it turned out to be more ignorant, arrogant and isolated from the world. It only knew to rudely hang out the "Don't touch me" sign, but it had no ability to defend itself.

——Unfortunately, the world we are in is not a well-off and polite upper class residential area, but a coupe filled with violence, plunder and blood. If you don’t have machetes, daggers and wolf teeth, even if you hang a sign "Don’t touch me" in front of the mén, it is impossible to prevent the robbers and thieves from forcibly entering... In the thief’s nest, cowardly good people will inevitably be bullied repeatedly.

Therefore, over the past few hundred years, this empire has been experiencing a total and unparalleled tragedy, a process of large scale, unprecedented collapse, decline and degradation. This tragedy is so slow, ruthless and thorough that it makes it seem more painful and cruel - war, inner luàn, barbarian invasion, civilization regression... All kinds of disasters follow one after another, endless, and more powerful at a time.

All the glory, virtue and glory of this "Celestial Kingdom" fall little by little in the eyes of the world, and is destroyed and swallowed by the surging era.

History is wonderful. It can be carried out casually in the same way for thousands of years, or it can change its face in a flash, showing it in front of people in a strange manner that has never appeared, proudly mocking everyone's helplessness.

For people in this declining country, this is both a dark and colorful era; a bizarre era; an era of vitality; an era of rampant grass-roots and heroes; an era of many talents; an era of poverty and withering sentient beings like ants; an era of extravagance and prosperity like dreams.

This era has earth-shaking historical changes, immortal legends, horrifying unofficial history and events, the world of the world, the quiet and graceful sound of lingering, and the joyful and joyful people's livelihood...

——This is definitely not the best era, but it is not necessarily the worst era.

Obviously, in this sad era, a declining empire needs a hero to stand up and turn the tide - no matter who he (or she) can be this hero, whoever can ascend to the supreme throne of this huge empire and leave his glorious name in the history books.

There is never a shortage of people who are foresighted and prophets in any era. As early as the barbaric dynasty established by the Tatars began to collapse, countless organizations and groups of great great organizations emerged from the shadow of this empire and jumped onto the stage of history in a big way, trying to compete with the Tatar court, which was still a giant, with his seemingly pitiful power.

With the help of the times, they once achieved limited success - the power and prestige of the imperial court were declining sharply every year. The government's attitude towards the revolutionary party quickly changed from the initial severe suppression to turning a blind eye. It was better to have less trouble than more. As long as the revolutionary party did not take the initiative to cause trouble, there was no need to worry about the search of secret spies in the government.

As for this tragic intelligence agency of the court, it has been turned into an empty shell by borers since early on. Spy, spies and informants are just like the army of this dynasty, and they only exist on paper... Officials can only rely on their imagination to find bandit leaders and suppress sāoluàn.

However, although the objective environment is extremely favorable, the fatal flaws of the revolutionary party themselves seriously hinder its development and growth. These leaders who have always been verbally responsible for saving the country and the people have never launched a real revolution.

——The people not only treat the imperial court that deserves allegiance indifferently, but also treat the revolutionary organization that is demons indifferently.

It should be noted that the title of "revolutionary leader" does not only mean power, but also represents a heavy responsibility.

No matter who he is, as long as he sits in that position, he is no longer a person, but bears the future and destiny of revolutionary comrades, thousands of people and even the entire country. He has absolutely no qualification to act at will. If he cannot do it, he will be quickly abandoned by the times.

"Power", "interest" and "loyalty" are not something you can enjoy with peace of mind as long as you sit in the position of leader.

Unfortunately, in this noisy "revolutionary camp", there seem to be not many people who can truly understand this fact and are willing to practice it. Although most leaders are not ignorant of this, they still have a short-term investment mentality. They just want to make a fortune before they can't continue, and then live in seclusion, or go overseas to work as apartments.

Even the leaders do not think that the revolution can succeed, so how can this revolutionary cause be carried out?

Therefore, the farce and tragedy of this revolution were almost doomed from the beginning.

There is no doubt that a lion leads to a hundred sheep can defeat a hundred lions led by a sheep. But what if a hundred sheep leads to a sheep deal with a hundred sheep led by another sheep?

In terms of personal qualities, these five revolutionary leaders are basically all smart and cunning people, and they are all amazing power struggle skills. Otherwise, they would not have made a career in this dynamic world.

But from the overall level of the revolutionary party, this leadership group is extremely stupid and clumsy - everyone wants to let others sacrifice and then get the bargain... The result of the compromise between them is naturally that they can only pretend to be stupid together...

In the final analysis, this is because they are completely irresponsible for the "revolutionary cause" they advocate. They only want to make others shed blood and pay for their contributions, but they have no awareness of sacrificing everything at all, and they will not become revolutionaries in the end!

In the eyes of historical bystanders, they are actually just a bunch of venture capitalists and illegal fundraisers named "revolutionaries"!

Therefore, although he was in a world of adversity, he did not temper these guys into heroes.

Fortunately, there is also a legendary nv hero left over from the classical Golden Age who crossed the river of time under the miracle.

Faced with the increasingly declining homeland, she resolutely shouldered this heavy and painful mission and has been striving for it.

However, when these revolutionaries representing the new era cannot complete their mission without intention or even fulfilling their mission, legendary heroes from ancient times are trying their best to save the people of this era. This is really a rather subtle irony...

——"Memoirs of the Eastern Expedition——The Conquest of Xianglong Empire"

Written by Feili Taylor, the magical elected man, published in 2009...

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In addition to using the blood of Li Huamei or her confidant generals to clean up the stain on the smudges of the revolutionary tycoons' escape in the battle, this is a super trick that seeks death, Premier Wen Desi has another alternative countermeasure that is even more feasible.

Specifically, it is to take advantage of Li Huamei's relationship with the new commander of the Far East Fleet of Neserel during the shipwreck rescue, and to try to win a large amount of arms and financial support from the Westerners. It is best to send troops directly to help the war...

But before he could take out the documents and hand them out, Premier Wen Desi had already been hit by the fierce Admiral Li Huamei with an iron sand palm, and wailed miserably, wailing out of the window and boarded the earthen plane...

So, when Admiral Li Huamei waved his hand and slapped the Prime Minister out of the second floor window of the hotel, he still looked through his room without losing his anger, and after finding the minutes of the meeting, his eyes were immediately so angry that they were so angry that they were immediately so angry that they were so angry that they were all over.

——You must know that allowing foreign anti-political elements to settle down on their own territory or engage in some peaceful activities is completely different than directly providing armed forces to anti-political organizations!

The former is a normal international political skill. Everyone can shake hands and cups on stage and kick and stab the knife off stage; while the latter is open-minded and fighting with her own hands, which basically means having to break the blame!

This is like the American politics in another world, which will allow Chinese democracy movement members to move within their territory, and will allow supporters to gather and march at home... But before the new round of Cold War in the East and West or World War III, it is possible to organize a Chinese Democratic Revolutionary Army or a Tibetan Buddhist escort army in the federal military base, and then give money, guns and bullets, and send them to China to fight guerrilla warfare?

By the same token, before he broke up with the Xianglong Empire court, even if General Feili Taylor had feelings for Admiral Li Huamei, he would not be able to violate the fundamental interests of the country and the organization. He would follow the little friendship and help the revolutionary party with a simple help to the costly all-round military support... If Admiral Li Huamei spoke rashly, he would be treated as a fool, which would be equivalent to causing humiliation to himself!

——After all, this is a manifestation of the irresponsible behavior of revolution leaders: as the revolution is about to fail, I still hold the stubborn idea of ​​fighting hard battles, and I eat the fruits. No one thinks about how to save the situation. They raise the banner of revolution again. Instead, they only want to find a scapegoat and take responsibility for the failure of the revolution. Then they can stand aside and say sarcastic words and continue to fool the passionate young people to pay their lives.

This is also why many people in the people claim that "the revolutionary party's destiny must be revolutionized before the revolution"!

So, in a fit of anger, Admiral Li Huamei Suoxing also jumped down the window, picked up the half-dead Prime Minister Wen Desiwen, and knocked more than a dozen heads with a crackling sound, hoping to smash the guy's head to see if his brain was made of glutinous rice paste...

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"…uh…the old injuries add new pain… This Prime Minister Wen Desi, no matter what his character and quality, his fate is really miserable..."

After hearing that Prime Minister Wen Desi-si-wen who was "nian Gao Dexun" was rashly casting magic charm, and after his colleague failed, he encountered continuous ravages in a short period of time, Fei Li couldn't help but secretly felt a little pity - this was really bloodier than the bus wolf that was caught!

But as a black-hearted person, one of the most basic prerequisites is that he cannot have any extra sympathy for passers-by. Therefore, General Fili Taylor, who has been working hard to practice the black-hearted method, just sighed a few words about this.

And, then again, let such a salty and wet monster who is willing to use evil magic to charm colleagues, lead the glorious, great and just revolutionary cause, and save the suffering people... Is this really okay (a real man)?

In addition, a bunch of "revolutionary backbones" who regard revolution as a means of making money... Thinking of this, Feili couldn't help but feel infinite sadness in her heart.

"...Ah, from this point of view, Admiral Li is probably very rejected within the revolutionary party organization!"

He put down the book in his hand, stood up from the recliner, and used a complex look of sympathy, admiration and regret to look at the haggard legendary admiral beside him, and sighed with emotion.

"...But this is inevitable! When a warrior is forced to be among a group of cowardly and soft-boys, he will always find that he is very rejected by his companions, just like those normal people who are unlucky to find themselves living among the madmen..."

In response to this, Admiral Li Huamei shrugged her shoulders indifferently and replied with a pout:

"...What's the solution? Only those who never do things in this world will never make mistakes, never be excluded or envied by others. If you want to do things, you will definitely have problems more or less.... As the saying goes, bravely seeking the enemy, the enemy will be revenge; if you make great contributions, everyone will be afraid of them. If you work hard, you will be resentful. If you don't have deep resentment, you will not be obsessed with it; if you don't have great resentment, you will not be able to achieve success. If you slander the books and destroy the words, it will be gone since ancient times..."

Speaking of this, on the edge of the legendary NV strongman's delicate mouth, a sarcastic smile appeared.

"...If every hero from ancient times to the present really wants to make a career, he must not care too much about the mediocre people's remarks. Even three hundred years ago, when I led the fleet to traverse the east, expel Japanese pirates, and shocked the seven seas, every time I won a battle and returned to my home in Hangzhou, I was often blocked by a group of corrupt scholars and defenders, calling me a humiliating wind and not being guarded.

There happened to be a delicate and weak Hanlin lady next door. She seemed to be a lady from a wealthy family. She usually stayed up. One year when she was worshiping her ancestors on Qingming Festival, she was unfortunately kidnapped by the infiltrated Japanese pirates. I commanded the warships to go out to sea to pursue her for half a month, and fought several times before she rescued her from the thief's cave... Who knew that as soon as she got home, she committed suicide by hanging herself with her chastity, leaving behind a pair of under-year-old children without anyone to raise them, and was even bullied by her later stepmother. I was so angry that I jumped up for a moment. If I had known this, why would I have worked so hard to save you back?

However, it was such a weak son who lacked the ability to bear the gods, an unqualified mother with no sense of responsibility, who instead made the official literati promote it and posit that he became a contemporary moral model, and he paid public funds to establish a archway on the street to commend her "feat"!

Hehe, if she was really so Sanzhen and Jiulie, why wouldn't she die immediately when she was plundered by Japanese pirates? Instead, she committed suicide after being rescued... This is clearly a coward who dared not to bear the sensibility of others and attempts to use death to escape everything! "

Feili also deeply feels the above statement - from the empty fields of the Thirteen State Colonial in the Nenarèrel, to the tropical rainforests of the Mazca continent, to the Japanese islands of the Eastern Karatu continent, he has always been deeply suffering from the dangerous black swords behind his country. Fortunately, the enemy is also an internal strife and an amateur in foreign wars, so the crows should not laugh at the wild boars, so Feili's legion can struggle all the way to this day.

However, just as he poured two glasses of Ryukyu soaked wine for himself and Admiral Li Huamei, intending to clink glasses and relieve his sorrow, he suddenly found that there was a moving blurred shadow in the clear sky ahead of him, and a vague sound of howling air flow was faintly heard...

"…that's…Old Black Dragon Holmes? Shouldn't it stay in Nagasaki Port for vacation?"

Seeing the change in the sky, Feili quickly raised the telescope hanging around her neck, looked up at the shadow, but was stunned to find a familiar figure, "...Riding on its back is... Well, the golden sister Mitsui Ryuki Daxi? What happened?"

Just as he was still wondering, the poor old black dragon in the sky, who was exhausted all over, could no longer slap his naturally deformed wings, and suddenly plunged into the shallows in the distance, and a huge water as high as several floors rose.

Sister Mitsui Ryuki, wearing the wealth nv god Wojin voter suit, jumped out of the dragon saddle at the critical moment, and then used a flying technique on herself. After distinguishing the direction, she slowly floated in front of Feili.

So, before Feili had time to arrange for the sailors and fishermen to salvage the old Heilong who was on the verge of overwork due to a long-distance flight, she was shocked on the spot by the unprecedented bad news brought by Sister Ryuki Mitsui.

"...According to the news that a fly-scissor ship was urgently sent to Nagasaki Port, the Shanghai Concession was besieged by hundreds of thousands of mobs three days ago, and the Black-Sun Lich Governor disappeared! The fortifications of the Concession have been broken through in the hunluàn, the garrison has collapsed, and the local expatriates have suffered heavy casualties!"

As soon as Mitsui Ryuki Daxi, she handed Feili a document letter that had been soaked in sweat. She said breathlessly, her face was covered in dust and washed out of ditches with sweat, looking black and white, like a dirty cat.

"...This is the urgent letter of help sent by Shanghai. Now you can only rescue them! Admiral Ferry Taylor, please fulfill your responsibilities as the commander of the second Far East Fleet of the Neserel Empire as soon as possible!"

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Chapter completed!