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On the dusty streets of Port Said, Raku walked around as if he had lost his soul, he didn't know where he was going, and even the world in his eyes became hollow. [Zero ↑ nine △ small ↓ said △ net

Everyone was hiding from the down-and-out counselor, and both the military and civilians were pointing fingers behind his back.

Raku's spiritual world collapsed, and Ferdinand's angry scolding suddenly woke him up, it turned out that Britain did not stand with the Chinese, it turned out that these Chinese were just using the momentum of the Chinese to oppress themselves.

What was wrong? It wasn't until he went to the outskirts that he figured it out, but it was all because of his own fear and greed.

Fear of catastrophe in their own hands, fear of carrying responsibilities that they never dared to imagine, fear of the uncontrollable solution after the outbreak of war.

And greed, greedy for the promise of the viscount, greedy for the post of future minister, and even more greedy for the rich oil and water of the canal company, in order to keep all this, Laku simply did not dare to go to war with the Chinese.

Fear and greed made him lose his rational judgment and eventually fell into the hands of the Chinese, who is to blame?

Standing on the empty beach by the sea, countless warships of the Combined Fleet were anchored on the sea to the northeast, and he seemed to faintly hear the excited cheers in the distance.

"Are they laughing at me? must be......"

In the inner pocket of the suit was the ancestral musket of the Raku family, a firing rifle decorated with gold and silver ornaments, which could be fired with one hand, and was the main weapon used in gladiatorial fights by gentlemen in the 17th and 18th centuries.

The history of this musket can be traced directly back to Raku's great-grandfather, who heard from the family say that his great-grandfather used this musket to fight with people, which was a hundred victories, and three inadequate fellows died on this gun.

This is the glory symbol of the family, but today Raku has completely destroyed the family's glorious inheritance, which has turned the family heirloom into a weapon for Laku to punish himself.

The black powder was poured in, compacted with a strip, stuffed with lead bullets and then stuffed tightly with a strip, and the heavy pistol was held in his mouth, and Raku burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, my wife, my little Sandy...... I must die, only then can I appease the wrath of the Emperor......"

"Only if I die, my life may become a tool for France to motivate the morale of the army, and maybe only then will I be posthumously recognized as a hero by the emperor......"

"My death can wash away my sins and obtain the forgiveness of the Emperor, and only in this way can I give you a slightly better life, if I live in secret...... Then what awaits me is not only the trial, but also the impact on the entire family!"

"May God bless you, tell the Emperor that I was forced to death by Xiao Letian! Use my life to inspire the army and the people, and let the flames of hatred burn on the land of France......

"Revenge!"

Bang...... After a dull gunshot, a hole the size of a tea bowl burst into the back of Raku's head, and blood gushed out.

The corpses slammed heavily on the sand, blood flowed like a stream into the Mediterranean, and only three minutes later, a group of soldiers came running from the city.

"Counsellor...... Your Excellency the Minister summons you......"

"Raku...... Counsellor Raku...... The Viscount is no longer angry, summoning you to discuss things......"

"Oh...... Oh my God, Raku killed himself......"

A group of soldiers surrounded him with a bang, everything in front of him was shocking, the corpse lying on the beach, the waves slapping his head in waves, and the blood poured into the sea.

And on the beach next to the corpse, a line of French written with his fingers was terrifying: 'Revenge, revenge, revenge, martyr Raku!'

Everyone was silent, and they were even ashamed of the collective blame-shifting just now, is the responsibility for the canal crisis all the responsibility of Raku alone?

When the Chinese aggressively landed Xingshi to ask for guilt, when they held their chests up and argued with the French army, who had ever acted? No one was willing to take responsibility, and everyone wanted the counselor to bear all the guilt.

Now that the guilty Laku has gone alone, everyone can finally shirk their responsibilities...... However, why does my heart hurt so much, like a knife cutting?

When Viscount Ferdinand heard the news of Raku's suicide, he screamed and fell into a dark place on the bed, and his condition deteriorated again.

It took the doctor half an hour for the Viscount to come to his senses, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to cry, and he kept crying.

Raku was a loyal disciple of his word and deed, and he had been following him for nearly ten years, and he had just scolded him in a moment of emotion, but he regretted it in less than half an hour.

Ferdinand knew very well that the real responsibility for this matter still lies with himself, because the entire plan to ambush the Zhiyuan was formulated by himself, and he was the initiator!

The plan he made did not succeed and blamed Raku for the bad aftermath, which is obviously unreasonable!

And very importantly, Raku has followed him all these years, and he has never trained him to be in charge at all, and now he suddenly slams such a heavy burden on him, how can he not mess up.

Of course, Ferdinand's illness was also the main cause of his emotional turmoil, and if he was usually healthy, he would not have been so out of shape to scold his apprentice.

It was precisely because of the vomiting and diarrhea that he was extremely depressed, which led to the previous emotional out-of-control. In fact, Rakuben didn't have to die, at the moment when he was at his lowest mood and pessimistic, if the viscount could give him a little confidence, he might be able to endure it.

Unfortunately, Ferdinand did not encourage him, but chose a stormy scolding, which became the last straw that broke Raku's psychological defense.

Viscount Ferdinand's snot bubbled up from crying, and he looked out the window at the Combined Fleet on the sea, slamming his hand on the bed in rage.

"Send a report, send a report to the Emperor, take revenge...... I must take revenge!" Ferdinand's eyes darkened as he roared, and he fainted again.

Half a month later, the aged Ferdinand finally did not survive the plague and finally died of illness in Port Said.

Maybe this is because God loves him and took him out of this world early, otherwise when he saw the scene of Xiao Letian dominating Paris with his own eyes, I am afraid that he would not die of illness, but died of anger.

Just when Viscount Ferdinand was struggling with the last leg of his life, Xiao Lotian secretly changed his appearance, took advantage of the night to sneak into the land, and in a fishing village outside Port Said, he finally met Ikram's brother, the Middle East Haoqiang pulling the lamp.

This is a strong man, burly and 1.8 meters tall, with bright eyes, hooked nose and thin lips.

Xiao Letian nodded secretly in his heart, "Eagle looks at the wolf? It's a bit interesting, this kind of person can achieve great things, but the loyalty will not be too high! But it doesn't matter, in my Middle East strategy, I need such a hero in the early stage!".