The question of whether Xiao Letian is dead or alive has become a curse that plagues East Asia, not to mention that Molière is just a French court knight, but his deep understanding of the social structure of the Middle Ages, especially the social state of these feudal countries in Asia, may be difficult for many scholars to match.

Molière was well aware of the enormous power that a hero could bring in a feudal state like the Middle Ages.

In an era when nationalism and the new concept of the state were not widespread, these Asian countries were, to put it bluntly, huge family alliances, and the cohesion of the whole country was not half as good as that of Europe.

Everyone has their own little abacus, all families have their own careful thoughts, and even different regions will attack each other and exclude each other, and even different nationalities will get together and there will be wars from time to time.

In such a country, half of the wealth created by the people has been accumulated in the people, while the other half is used for internal strife, and half of the wealth can be used to climb the tree of science and technology and improve the comprehensive strength of the country, even if the ancestors have appeared for thousands of years.

But there is no way to solve such a dilemma, hero... Only the hero is the lever fulcrum that can change a qiē, and the reversal of the atmosphere of any nation must have countless heroic butterflies in the Amazon jungle flashing their wings, and when that weak force gathers the power of the storm throughout the Pacific Ocean, the wave of revolution that changes the world will surge in Asia.

The heroes admired by all the people can use their strong appeal to mobilize the wealth accumulated in the people, and they can suppress a large number of internal strife.

France has Napoleon, Prussia has Bismarck, the United States has Washington, Lincoln, and even England has Newton and Nelson...... Countless shining stars in human history have led their people to fight their way through the jungle of wild beasts.

They either elevate their own country's technological tree, or use their superior military strength to lead their nation to victory after victory, or simply quietly invent new financial tools to amass global wealth.

It is these famous and unsung heroes who are changing the future of a nation, and the people are always slow, and only when they taste the sweetness of the fruits of victory will they gradually recognize the concept of the nation and the consciousness of the country.

Xiao Lotian once said something that made people speechless after drinking: "What is nationalism... It's nonsense to say that the big truth is true, but in fact, it is a group of heroes who lead their own people to go out and take advantage of it...... Fighting, victorious... Do business, make money... Technology, higher than others... Culture, too, is ahead of people..."

"You don't have to go through this kind of thing to take advantage of, as long as there are three or four times, nationalism and a completely new concept of the state will naturally take root in the hearts of the people...... Hahaha, everyone suddenly found that the strength of a nation is far greater than that of the family, and the benefits obtained are also real, then all the resistance will naturally disappear......

"But one qiē and one qiē, there must be heroes who can lead the people's morale, and you have to worship a big brother in the underworld these days......" After speaking, Xiao Letian's head sank and fell asleep.

Xiao Letian said wine talk, but it was also true, the same reason Molière also understood, thinking that when Napoleon led France to sweep through Europe and North Africa, the whole of Europe and even the British were afraid, and the whole European countries actually formed an anti-French alliance to fight France.

To this day, the French Army is still considered the strongest in the world, and the legacy of Napoleon I is still at work, even though he has been dead for almost half a century.

Molière understood the importance of heroes to a nation and a country, so psychological warfare was also a top priority in this expedition plan.

Xiao Lotian died, Xiao Lotian lived again, and then Xiao Lotian died again...... In the middle of the nineteenth century, when communication was not developed, Molière played with the feelings of the Ryukyuan people again and again, tormenting them again and again in despair and hope.

Until now, Molière had been captured, leaning against the city walls with a hot fever on his forehead, but he still did not forget to do it, and he still chose to deceive at the last moment.

"It's useless, it's useless, even if we fail, the French warships evacuate the Ryukyus...... All you get is a year and a half of respite...... cough cough cough ......"

"Without Xiao Letian, you are dogs without backbones...... You are a puddle of mud, and you will eventually fall into endless internal friction and cannot extricate yourself......"

"I will look at you coldly, I believe that His Majesty the Emperor will avenge me, and our Atlantic Fleet and Mediterranean Fleet will send out more battleships and more land forces to avenge me......"

"Hahaha...... The Ryukyu Kingdom is destined to be destroyed, you will not have a chance, and the current rebellion will only increase our anger, and the punishment will be more fierce when the time comes......"

Molière closed his eyes slightly, endured the dizziness caused by the high fever, shook his head and sighed, "It's useless, a nation without heroes has no future, defeat is inevitable, all your tenacity now will become the laughing stock of us Europeans in the history books..."

"Baga...", Shimazu Darou's sword came out of its sheath and slashed at Molière like lightning, "You can take our lives, but you can't take our glory..."

The knife flashed, the blade grazed Molière's face, and a blood streak came out, but Shimazu Daro finally did not kill him.

Molière was neither afraid nor angry, he looked at Shimazu with a sneer, "Scared, although your hands are very steady, I can see hesitation and retreat in your eyes...... You Japanese are like that, you are not afraid of death, you are just afraid of death, it is worthless......"

"Hahaha...... The entire Shimazu family has already bet on Xiao Lotian, and you have no way out, but what is the final result now?

"Hahahaha...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Molière's eyes darkened with a smile.

"Shimazu Dairo...... Stand down—" Just as Molière laughed arrogantly, a calm voice rang out, and he turned his head to see that it was King Chanté.

King Shang Tai stood by the battlement, looking at the white belly of the fish on the eastern ridge, and listened to the fierce shouts and killings of the whole city, his expression was extremely calm.

"You're wrong, Mr. Envoy, you're completely wrong, the East Asia you know is only the East Asia of two years ago, and the current Ryukyus are no longer what you think......

"In this war, it is true that as you have analyzed, there are still a large number of conservative factions in the Ryukyus who believe in the traditional way, and they even do not hesitate to eat inside and outside and secretly connect with you, all they want is to survive......

"But what you see is not all at all, the seed that Father Shang has sown in everyone's heart will sprout one day...... I even thank you French a little, if it weren't for your killing, I'm afraid that in another ten years, we, the people of the Ryukyus, would not be able to condense our own national spirit......"

"Heaven and earth are furnaces, and all things are brass...... And the hatred that you French have brought is the raging fire in the furnace, whether it can melt real gold or not depends on our national fortune in the Ryukyus......"

Speaking of which, King Shangtai turned his head to look at the old shopkeeper Fan Yao, and said in a low voice, "Since the matter has come to this, let's take out that thing..."

Molière's eyes widened subconsciously, and a sense of danger suddenly welled up in his heart: "What is that? What is going to be taken out at this juncture?"

The civil and military forces on the city wall were all stunned, they looked at King Shangtai and Old Man Fan Yao blankly, the surprise on their faces could not deceive people, this thing must be unknown to everyone.

The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly and took out an envelope from his cuff, the thick parchment envelope was extremely tough, and what came out of it was the finest Indian Bering paper, thick and firm.

"It's ...... This is...... This is ......" The old shopkeeper shouted three times in a row, but the contents of the blank paper were not read, and his tears fell first, and they hit the letter paper with a plop.

King Shangtai sighed and took the letter, "This is actually the ...... left for us by the prime minister before leaving." Suicide note..."

As soon as the two words of the suicide note came out, the entire city wall exploded, and Cai Mao pounced and asked incredibly, "When was the suicide note written, and when was it handed over to you?"

Lin Yuanmiao and the civil officials all knelt down with a puff, "God, how can this be? Since the prime minister knows that it is ominous, why did he leave Ryukyu for Europe? Why is this......?"

King Shang Tai ignored everyone's questions, but cleared his throat and whispered.

"If this text is made public, it can only mean that there is one problem, that is, I, Xiao Letian, are dead... Haha, yes, it's dead, the legs kick out and don't get in, and when you bury it in the soil, it eventually turns into a handful of dry bones. So this text, you should read it as a suicide note......"

"This text was written on the eve of leaving Naha for Europe, and when I picked up the pen, I always wanted to write a suicide note with mixed feelings, but this trip to Europe has to cross half the world, pirates, storms, plagues, enemy countries...... These are all inexplicable enemies, maybe they will have to die outside, since they are nine deaths, let's leave a few words in advance......"

"The first half of my Xiao Letian is a secret, and I don't want to say it, don't ask either, anyway, if you ask, it's useless, you have to drink a sip of water for that spittle. But the suicide note always has to write something, and it can't be like the wordless tablet left by Wu Zetian, after all, we don't have such a big score......"

"It's a bit vulgar to say that money is a bit vulgar, to say that women are a little distressed, these short things in the family, I have another will in Lotte alone, anyway, I won't let future generations suffer. What I'm going to say today is that I haven't fulfilled my wish......"

"I, Xiao Lotian, have come here and done so many things, what do I want to make this world look like? What is that unfinished dream? What is the blueprint of Asia in my heart?"

"I don't want to take this qiē to my coffin, although I can't take you on any longer, but I still have the obligation to let you know where I want to take you..."

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