Molière was violently on the viewing platform, and the crowd of the new army charging under the viewing platform had been blown up, and under the subsequent rain of French bullets, the charging army could no longer maintain the pressure on the enemy, until the order of the king of Chantai and their retreat was given, and the unwilling new army soldiers finally retreated.

"Evacuate...... Leave us alone...... Retreat, and only by staying alive can you continue to kill the enemy......"

"Damn... Damn it... Damn it......" Murray scolded with a damn rifle butt and slammed it, and finally even King Chantai was hit by the butt of the rifle, and the red blood was already flowing down.

"Protect Your Majesty, fight with them......" How can the courtiers on the viewing platform say that there are more than 20 people, how can they watch their king being beaten in vain.

They struggled to block Molière's rifle butt, Lin Yuanmiao and Jin Changsen even grabbed the gun body and scrambled back and forth, and in the chaos, King Shangtai's force exploded, rushing up and smashing Molière's eye socket with a punch.

"Bastard... Are you all blind, smash ...... me," Molière, who was in pain, gave an order, and the soldiers around him picked up the butts of their guns and smashed them on their heads and faces.

Shame is simply a shame that cannot be washed away for a hundred years, and in the process of European conquest of Asia, there has never been such a phenomenon of a monarch and a minister. Even if the British and French forces burned down the Old Summer Palace six years ago, for the palace ministers who stayed in Beijing, it did not reach this point.

"See? What the hell are these Europeans doing to us?What about your hopes, what about peace in your mouths??," King Chantai parried the attack with the butt of his rifle and shouted at his courtiers.

None of them could answer this question, and the strong sense of shame made these civil servants extremely remorseful in their hearts, knowing that they would encounter such a humiliation, they would rather die with the country than agree to some bullshit peace negotiations.

The hardwood butt smashed on the person's body, and Gong Cheng frowned vigorously when he heard it...... What a pain this is, what a pain this is... As I have said a long time ago, the future world will be the boss of the foreign people, and they will not listen or believe it...... Those who know the times are handsome... Why bother, why bother......"

In the midst of this chaos, the scattered sampans on the sea finally broke through the death firing belt of the shore fire cannon and successfully rushed to the edge of the trestle.

"Well done...... The warriors of the empire immediately used the company platoon as the basic combat unit, seized the Seven Star Mountain and attacked all the shore defense batteries..."General Bruce is a very pure soldier, he has not been involved in the ** game against the Ryukyu monarchs, and his eyes only have the constantly changing battlefield situation.

There were more than 1,000 French soldiers who landed this time, plus the previous 300 sneak attack troops and more than 1,000 landing troops in Kunigami Village, and now the number of French troops who have successfully landed on the main island of the Ryukyus has exceeded 2,000.

How many new troops did Xiao Letian have? In more than a year, there were only more than 1,000 people in the training department, and with the original more than 1,000 Imperial Forest Army and the large number of hundreds of sailors in Cai Mao's hands, the superiority of the French in strength has now become prominent.

Yes, there are militia regiments and student soldiers in the Ryukyus, but the war of this era is destined to be a stage for regular troops and veterans, and one veteran plays a far greater role on the battlefield than ten recruits.

Under the cover of French artillery, these fighters began to infiltrate the city with companies and platoons as the basic unit, they were extremely experienced, crossfire coordinated with each other, the 33 operation group infiltrated, room by room began to clear the battlefield.

They will not rush forward, they will not show mercy, and the whole army will be crushed forward like a cold killing machine.

"Be careful...... The warehouse on the left has a hidden enemy fire point...... Three squads assaulted, and the rest of the fire covered ......"

"Prepare a grenade and blow open the side door of this hotel...... Beware of someone inside... Set...... Burn them ......"

"Report to the platoon leader, ten citizens were found in the warehouse in front ......"

"I don't see any citizens, these are enemies that threaten us in my eyes...... What are our military orders?"

"Slaughtering the city... Slaughter ......"

There was a scream, and the people hiding in the warehouse turned into wisps of unjust ghosts on bayonets, and such scenes were played out everywhere in the streets and alleys.

"Hahaha......" Molière threw the rifle back to the soldier and laughed arrogantly, "I told you countless times, the French army is the strongest in the world, as long as we can successfully land, then victory must be our ......"

Molière, of course, had the capital for arrogance, and as he watched the city's fires slowly spread around the docks, he knew that it was brave soldiers clearing obstacle after obstacle, and that the momentum of the advance was slow but with an unstoppable courage.

Even Gong Cheng understood the battle situation, and he flattered Molière and smiled, "Your Excellency the envoy is mighty... Fighting new recruits with veterans, fighting the unprepared with preparedness, and scattering chaos with the establishment, France won this battle..."

The old traitor is really right, this battle is such a, let's not talk about the problem of veterans and recruits, now the Ryukyu New Army has not even completely restored its structure, and on the way from outside the city to the docks, many people have broken away from the establishment, and finally let the French artillery bombard indiscriminately, and more than ninety percent of the new army's formation has been destroyed.

This is the most terrible thing in the war, the soldier can't find his commander, the company platoon commander can't find his subordinates, and the squad leader looks back and sees that he has actually become a bare-bones commander.

The surviving soldiers could only get together and barely cooperate with each other, and they didn't even know where to replenish their ammunition when they were entangled with the enemy.

The French are not, a small boat is a squad, from the moment of landing they have not been separated, under the leadership of the squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, they cooperate with tacit understanding and calm response, street by street room by room slowly cleared over, and after a while, the street leading to Qixing Mountain from the Kung Fu Pier has changed hands.

King Shang Tai clutched his forehead, and the blood flowed down like a stream, and the blood covered his eyes, making his vision red.

The whole city was bright red, and the sound of gunshots, explosions, flames crashing down houses, and of course, the screams of the dying, the whole of Naha was completely transformed into Shura Hell.

"This is the city that has nurtured us for hundreds of years, this is our common nation, and now it has become like this...... Open your eyes and take a look, aren't you sad?" Shang Tai suddenly shouted out without a head.

The ministers next to him suddenly cried, "Your Majesty, how can you not be heartbroken, our country is dead..."

King Shangtai did not take over, he still continued to say to himself, "Ryukyu, in 1372, Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty issued an edict, giving the status of a vassal state for nearly 500 years...... Since the unification of the three mountains, our Ryukyu has been the immortal mountain of the East China Sea and the Jinliang of all nations......"

"Ryukyuan, Han, Japanese, Korean...... There are also countless Westerners from Europe who have crossed the ocean, all stepping on the same land, with the same sky above their heads and facing the same sea......"

"Five hundred years... We in the Ryukyu Kingdom have never insulted any country, and even if we were bullied by the Shimazu family, we in the Ryukyus did not take revenge with blood in the end, and we still live in the world of East Asia with kindness and even humility......"

King Shang Tai has something to say, he definitely has something to say, and this tone is paired with strange lines, which makes everyone a little incomprehensible. Gong Cheng and Molière subconsciously thought that the young king had gone crazy.

However, Shang Tai still persistently carried out his speech: "For 500 years, we in the Ryukyus have ruled this country with benevolence, and even if we are on the verge of ruin, we will not change our original intention...... But what do we get in the end for all our efforts? Look at this city... The heroic spirits of the ancestors open their eyes and look at this Wanguo Jinliang..."

"There are Ryukyuan people, Han Chinese, Japanese people, and countless people who are looking for happiness...... They are being slaughtered, and the executioners are slaughtered by men and women, young and old, regardless of nationality, as long as they are not white..."

"Wake up quickly...... Wake up quickly..."

The roar of grief shook everyone's hearts, and Molière suddenly felt a dangerous breath rushing over him, but he did not know where it came from.

"Wake up quickly..."In the heart-rending roar of King Chantai, suddenly a hundred people shouted at the same time, and then a white light flashed in front of Molière's eyes.

I saw that the hundred samurai led by Shimazu Dairo suddenly raised their swords and slashed at the French troops around them, the sharp blades cut the enemy's arteries, and the blood sprayed on the demon's face like arrows, which was even more shocking.

Gong Cheng jumped to his feet like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and the water dog next to him reacted faster, grabbed the old man and jumped off the viewing platform with a whoosh, "Oh no, this group of Japanese samurai rebelled again......"

Yes, the samurai of the Shimazu family have really become grass on the wall this time, in just two days, they actually changed their faces three times, from the new army sword drawing team to Gong Cheng's guard, and then became the internal response of the French army at the ceremony, and finally they changed their faces again in less than an hour, and they were also called loyal warriors around King Shangtai.

"Draw the Sword...... Array...... Kill, kill, kill..."Shimazu Dairo has completely transformed into a killing god, and the more than one-meter-long sword is slashing in the crowd, and he is like the core blade of a meat grinder, pouring wind to kill a bloody path in the French army.

This is a proper hand-to-hand combat, cold weapons are much better than rifles, and this group of demon warriors has a wide range of moves, all of which are indomitable killing moves, even if they are all killed...

"Honoring the Prime Minister...... Asia is the Asia of the Asians, and any foreign enemy invades ...... Nirvana..."

"Draw your sword, give your loyalty..."Shimazu Dairo swooped down on Molière like a tiger in the mountains, and at that moment there was only five paces between them.

Although Molière is a knighthood, he has never experienced such a cruel hand-to-hand combat, he subconsciously wants to jump off the viewing platform, how could Shimazu Dairo give him this opportunity, only to see the sword turned into a javelin and shot like lightning.

The one-meter-long knife pierced Molière's left leg and nailed it to the plank, three inches into the wood.

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