Throughout history, when the upper hand cannot be achieved by force, there are actually those kinds of assassinations that have been repeated over and over again.

Assassinations with cold weapons, poisoning, assassinations by gunmen, and then mass blasting after the mass application of explosives.

Of course, Zhu Zhanji thought that the other party could have a large-scale explosion, and such a sensation would be greater, and the Ming army had casualties, so it could naturally retaliate on a large scale.

But if you just rely on gunmen to snipe and can't cause large casualties, then large-scale retaliation is a bit excessive.

He didn't think about it, even with their layout, Chen Li didn't dare to really let the other party bury the explosives in the place where he had to go.

The assassination did not make any waves at all for the long convoy, and the men and horses in the back did not even hear the gunshots, let alone know that the assassination had taken place in front of them.

Even Zhu Zhanji didn't see the sad gunman, and the whole team came to the intersection of the east side of the Vatican and Castel Sant'Angelo according to the predetermined rhythm.

Led by Martin V, hundreds of bishops and ascetics dressed in solemn robes lined up here to welcome them.

However, only seven cardinals came, except for three who were not in Rome, and two who did not show up for unknown reasons.

From here, Zhu Zhanji will be separated from his large army, and most of his wives and concubines and retinue will go directly to Castel Sant'Angelo, with only 300 retinues and 3,000 escorts to enter the Vatican with him.

Now there is no Vatican term, the Vatican is not referring to a country, a region, just a palace.

Today's Rome, including tens of thousands of square kilometers of land in the middle of the Italian peninsula, is all part of the Papal States.

It was not until the 19th century, when Italy became a united state, that the Holy See withdrew to the Vatican.

Zhu Zhanji was not familiar with other places in Rome, and when he came to Rome in later generations, he only looked at the ancient Roman ruins, and he did not even come to the Vatican.

Still, he had heard of the Vatican and Caste Sant'Angelo.

His dragon chariot stopped at the intersection of the Avenue de la Concorde in later generations, and so many great figures of the Pope and the Papal States came to greet him in person, even though Zhu Zhanji looked down on these moths from the bottom of his heart, but he also knew that they represented the top part of Europe in this era.

Europe today is the darkest of times, and the whole Papal State is known to be lascivious, corrupt, and there is no need to hide it.

It is not legal for the popes and bishops to take wives, but each of them has more than one wife, and there are countless illegitimate children, many of whom have become princes.

Even after a while, there was a pope who made public his illegitimate son and obtained the title of duke for his illegitimate son.

And within the Holy See, almost every monastery is dedicated to the training of beautiful young nuns for the enjoyment of these great men.

But no matter how chaotic their private lives and poor moral character are, their abilities should not be underestimated.

The ignorant underclass of the whole of Europe was able to gradually develop in this era and become the controllers of the world, relying on these people trained by their elite education.

Before arriving at the intersection, Chen Li, Zheng and Zheng He, who were called by Zhu Zhanji to talk to Long Yuan, had already gotten out of the car. Only Zhu Zhanji remained, Yiqingzi and Xuancheng, who were personal guards, and Li Liang and Liu Wan, two close attendants.

Li Liang and Liu Wan also forgot about the contradictions between each other at this time, and on one side, they helped Zhu Zhanji lift the silk curtain of the dragon chariot, their eyes stared at one side, their bodies tensed, and they were ready to block the gun for Zhu Zhanji.

They knew very well that if there was an assassination, this was the best time.

The Avenue de la Concorde is only more than twenty meters wide, and on both sides are the private property of the big people. No matter how domineering the Ming is, he can't drive people out and block here.

Although they had taken the most precautions, it was too easy to hide the two gunmen here.

Although they wear built-in plate armor, they are absolutely unwilling to take a shot, and most of the guns now are shotguns, who knows where the bullets will fly.

But it is their glory to block the gun for Zhu Zhanji.

King Martin V They had been looking forward to the appearance of Zhu Zhanji, but after the two eunuchs, two more Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes came out.

There seemed to be no one else in their eyes, their eyes swept around them, and they got off the dragon chariot first, and their eyes were just looking at the silk curtain opened by Li Liang and Liu Wan.

Martin: They finally saw a tall figure in a bright yellow crown dress appear at the door of the car. Although this figure was only generally tall, it had a natural intimidating momentum, so that most people had a feeling of wanting to surrender when they saw his cold gaze.

This is the imperial grandson of the Ming Empire!

From him, you can feel the essence of that huge empire in the East, which is unmatched by any country in Europe.

Fiora, who was hiding in the fifth-floor attic of the Borgi family's mansion on the side of the road, had been carefully looking out through the crack where he had pulled out a wall tile.

He didn't dare to use the window to peek out at all, before this highness arrived, thousands of Ming soldiers were already on both sides of the road, just separated by a person's distance, guarding both sides of the road.

Unlike the Europeans of this era, who would only stare at the people on the street, they crossed in reverse, and the eyes of both sides kept their eyes fixed on the houses on both sides of the road.

At the slightest movement, there will be a hail of bullets and bullets.

Fiora didn't dare to take the lead, so he could only peek out through the gap, the guns in the hands of these guards were very unfamiliar, not only did they have two barrels, but they could shoot without the use of an arquebus.

According to the information they received, the musket did not need to be ignited, the rate of fire was very fast, and the range was far greater than that of the musket in his hand.

He looked at the arquebus in his hand, although the gun was already loaded with fifty percent more ammunition than usual, but he was not sure that it would hurt the other party.

When the imperial grandson stepped out of the carriage, his heart suddenly tensed, and he was intimidated by the other party's momentum, and he lost his mind for a moment.

By the time he had reacted and hurriedly lit the firerope, the crown prince had already stepped out of the carriage and exchanged greetings with Martin V.

Along a narrow gap, he slowly extended the barrel out.

Since he started practicing martial arts at the age of six, although Zhu Zhanji does not have a magical sixth sense, when a person maliciously looks at himself, he has a more acute sense than ordinary people.

He knew very well that this was the easiest opportunity for the other party to start, for the sake of etiquette, it was impossible for him not to show up, and he got down from the dragon chariot, and the surroundings were not open, which was the best time to make a move. Aside from here, it's hard for them to find an opportunity to show themselves.

Because most of his energy was on defense, he was careless when he saluted Martin V's governor.

At this moment, he felt an inexplicable pressure from his right front. He then looked up and pointed with his right hand to the building in front of him.

Most people's attention was on Zhu Zhanji's body, and as soon as his hand pointed, Chen Li immediately shouted loudly: "Escort ......"

As soon as Qingzi and Xuancheng took a flash step, they blocked in front of Zhu Zhanji.

His personal attendants were also prepared, and a hundred attendants quickly opened the black paper umbrella in their hands, and in less than five seconds, they occupied every position on the street and raised the black umbrella in their hands.

This arrangement was made by Zhu Zhanji after he knew that someone wanted to assassinate him.

As the grandson of Emperor Daming, it is impossible for him to change his itinerary just because someone wants to assassinate him. However, his safety is not a matter of one person, it is related to the lives of tens of millions of people, so it has to be taken seriously.

Zhu Zhanji thought of a scene he had seen in a movie, when facing a sniper, blocking the other party's view is the most effective way.

Therefore, when these hundred attendants are in danger, they will open the black umbrella in their hands and hold it high, blocking the entire sky.

And Zhu Zhanji only needs to change his position slightly, and he doesn't even need to leave, so that the crisis from afar will disappear.

On the street, everyone in the Holy See was still looking curiously at Zhu Zhanji, who had just gotten off the bus, and since getting off the bus, Zhu Zhanji, who had not spoken, put great pressure on everyone.

Now, Zhu Zhanji's hand was just pointing forward, and in an instant, the well-trained guards blocked the sky with black umbrellas, blocking everyone in the Holy See, including Martin V.

Everyone was a little stunned because of this change, originally it was just Zhu Zhanji who gave them a lot of pressure, but now, even the Ming soldiers who didn't look strong in their bodies also gave them a lot of pressure.

In terms of individual force, the Ming soldiers looked weak, and compared to their strong warriors, they no longer seemed to be on the same level.

However, Da Ming's musket was sharp, and now seeing that each of them was well-trained, on the occasion of these thousands of people, each of them could find their position with just one order and quickly control the entire scene.

This tacit cooperation between each other, on the battlefield, can exert a power far beyond the samurai who fought separately.

Now, everyone is so frightened that they can't react to it.

Zhu Zhanji just changed positions behind Yiqingzi and them, and then walked out of the crowd again.

The dense umbrellas blocked the sky, and when even Martin V and them were blocked, people in the distance could not determine his position at all.

He said in a deep voice to Martin V: "Today is November 19, 4115 in the Yellow Emperor calendar, and the Ming Dynasty from the East, with friendship and interests, came across the sea. This is a historic meeting, the fusion of Eastern and Western civilizations, the flow of trade, will take place directly from us. Congratulations to Your Excellency and all of you, you have not only witnessed history, but also participated in it. ”

This is an opening sentence that pretends to be extremely comparable, but Zhu Zhanji knows that this is creating history, so he deliberately used such a paragraph as the opening statement.

As he spoke, he smiled at João I, who was in his place later, as if he didn't care that he had rushed to the Papal States to reveal the details of his side.

The fly in the ointment is that at this time, a burst of gunfire rang out, and everyone in the Holy See, including Martin V, seemed a little distracted.

After the general secretary translated Zhu Zhanji's words to them, their emotions calmed down a little.

Martin V looked up at the blocked sky, took a step forward, and bowed slightly to Zhu Zhanji after standing still.

From this etiquette, it can also be seen that Martin V regarded Zhu Zhanji as an equal object.

"Your Royal Highness, Emperor Daming, although we have many legends from the East in the historical records, we also know that those soft silks, exquisite porcelain, fragrant tea, and expensive spices are all from the far East. But the mighty Ottoman Empire became an obstacle to communication between East and West, and it is only today that we actually see Your Excellency from the Far East. Hopefully, what you bring is friendship, not war, and what you bring is trade, not plunder. ”

The Europeans of this era spoke almost exclusively Latin, a dead language that, although notoriously dull, was the lingua franca of Europe for 2,000 years, and remained spoken until the end of the Age of Discovery.

Through the spread of Spain, even the central and southern parts of the Americas were called Latin America.

Zhu Zhanji learned Spanish in Chile in his previous life, and when he was in the gray area of Colombia, he mastered the language. Although the language has been very different after hundreds of years of evolution, he has studied for half a year on the way to this time, and although he is not fluent in speaking, he can understand it.

Seeing that the generals quickly recorded each other's words, he didn't wait for the translation, and said in the Ming dialect: "For the Ming Dynasty, the poor Europa is not worth using force to rob at all, because the benefits of the robbery are even less than the price we pay, so as long as I don't intend to oppose my Ming Dynasty, I will not waste my troops here." ”

When the general secretary translated this passage, hundreds of people were in an uproar. I am scared, and what I attach great importance to is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party, which is really too shocking.

However, they saw that even the military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty were muslins, and many of the generals were covered with silk that their nobles were reluctant to wear, and their exquisite weapons all proved that Zhu Zhanji's words were reasonable.

Thinking about it this way, His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson's lofty attitude seems to be less arrogant, it is really too far behind!

Martin V smiled bitterly, as the Pope, as the most powerful man in Europe. Now being despised by a young man, he is really a little unaccustomed.

But it seems, can only endure.

He was just about to speak, but he heard someone shouting something, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

"Report, one assassin has been captured, and one has been wounded."

Chen Li, the leader, was a little excited, although he injured one person, but he caught an intact assassin, and his merits outweighed his faults.

A group of charred people couldn't help but get out of the way, only to see a few Ming soldiers escorting a burly man over. The leading one carried a musket in his hand, and behind them, several soldiers carried a Ming soldier who had been shot in the face.

In their opinion, the Ming soldier was already fierce and unlucky, and he was shot in the face, which was almost equivalent to waiting for death.

But the two doctors of the Ming Dynasty hurriedly greeted them and treated them. They used tweezers to pinch out the bullets one by one, and then rinsed the wounds of the wounded soldiers with a liquid.

Although the other party seemed to be unconscious, he still had convulsions in pain.

Then they poured some powder on the wounded soldier's wound and bandaged it with white gauze.

Everyone was wondering, could these still be saved?

Zhu Zhanji looked at Martin V, who was a little stunned, and said, "I don't know what the punishment for assassins is in Europe?" ”

Martin V listened to Zhu Zhanji's somewhat awkward Latin, and he didn't react for a while.

Zhu Zhanji asked again: "Do you know each other?" ”

Martin V understood, shook his head, and asked the others to recognize him, but no one knew the Assassin.

Zhu Zhanji turned his head, looked at Feng Xiaonian on the periphery of the crowd, and said, "According to my orders, this person will be nailed to this intersection, and no one can interfere with ......."

Feng Xiaonian immediately said excitedly and loudly: "Obey!" ”

This time, the general secretary did not translate Zhu Zhanji's words, so no one else knew what Zhu Zhanji said.

King Martin V regained his composure at this time and said to Zhu Zhanji: "Your Royal Highness, although there are some surprises, I believe that the vast majority of people in Europe welcome your arrival. This is not the right place to talk, can we talk in a different place? ”

"Of course, I don't change my attitude because of the dissent of a few people."

Martin V was tempted to ask what his established attitude was.

About 500 meters from the street to St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican, Zhu Zhanji and Martin V walked in the middle of the crowd, and above their heads, there was still a layer of black umbrellas.

But Martin V had already seen that these were well trained, and although they carried umbrellas in the crowd, they did not interfere with their conversation.

The two of them didn't actually talk about anything, and along the way, both sides were introducing each other to each other through communication.

Whoever they talked about, they would run up to them in small steps, and after being introduced, quickly retreated.

After walking through this short street, I came to the square, there were no houses around, and I was not afraid of another assassination.

At this time, the attendants holding umbrellas retreated, and the surroundings were loose, but Zhu Zhanji was stunned when he saw the Vatican in front of him.

Although he never came to the Vatican in his previous life, he had seen the Vatican on satellite maps and on TV, but the current Vatican not only does not have the grandeur of later generations, but also looks very dilapidated.

However, he soon understood that the main buildings of the Vatican in later generations were only built during the Renaissance, that is, it would be decades at the earliest.

Michelangelo, Raphael, who painted the frescoes for the Vatican, are not yet born!

Martin V thought that Zhu Zhanji was shocked, and asked proudly: "Isn't it spectacular?" ”

Zhu Zhanji shook his head and said, "I didn't expect that the center of Europa, the Papal State in charge of divine power, would be so dilapidated. The palace where I live has a million square meters. ”

Martin V simply didn't want to talk to Zhu Zhanji anymore, and every sentence would be hit by a mental blow.

Surrounded by a crowd of black, they came to the door of St. Peter's Basilica. Martin V added: "This church was built by the Roman Emperor Constantine in the fourth century AD to commemorate St. Peter, a disciple of Jesus, who was martyred in the northwest corner of Rome, and has a history of 1,000 years. ”

Well, this is really not comparable to Ming. The war that changed the dynasty and the wooden structure of the main hall made the buildings of the East unbearable to withstand the ravages of time.

Although the history of Eastern civilization is longer, it is not as good as the West in terms of the preservation of monuments.

Zhu Zhanji decided that when he went back this time, he would bring a large number of Western architects back and build a stone hall for himself, which would not be bad for at least a few hundred years.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji stopped talking, Martin V thought that he had finally gained the upper hand and was in a happy mood.

But then I heard Zhu Zhanji ask with a little surprise: "Your Western Chronicle is only 1,400 years, but our Eastern Chronology is already 4,100 years!" ”

Martin V wants to vomit blood again!

Although Zhu Zhanji's words were very unpleasant, he knew that since the other party dared to say this, it was definitely not nonsense.

In the 4,000-year era, they can't catch up with the horses!

He knew almost nothing about this sudden Ming Dynasty, on the contrary, the other party knew their history well. He just wanted to have an advantage, and he didn't know where to start.

But just as they were about to enter the main hall, several priests came running as fast as sprinters, still shouting: "Your Majesty the Pope, Your Majesty the Pope, heresy, damned......

Zhu Zhanji is not familiar with Latin, so he only understands these words.

Behind them, a large number of Romans poured into the square like a tidal wave, and then knelt down in the square and shouted to the heavens and the earth.

Zhu Zhanji deliberately asked, "Is this the etiquette of welcome?" I thought it was only me who was popular and bowed down......"

The lightness on Martin V's face vanished, and he looked at the boiling populace in disbelief.

At this time, the three thousand Yu Linwei scattered in the square also gathered up, blocking the steps under Zhu Zhanji, and aimed their guns at these Romans who seemed to be dead fathers and mothers.

Of course, Zhu Zhanji knew what this was for, and ordered: "Let those who report the news come and ......."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a dense burst of gunfire. A large group of bigwigs in the Holy See, whose originally relaxed faces collapsed, and at this time, everyone knew that something big was wrong.

They looked at Zhu Zhanji's face in shock, and they didn't understand that this imperial grandson dared to do whatever he wanted in their old lair?

The messengers came to the bottom of the steps, tired and panting, as if the sky had fallen, and said something to Martin V.

The scene was so noisy that even the sound of gunfire in the distance was faintly visible, let alone listening to a conversation twenty or thirty meters away.

But Zhu Zhanji knew what it was for, because he didn't let Feng Xiaonian directly interrogate the assassin at all, but directly crucified him.

Who is most famous for the man who was crucified throughout the ages?

Of course it's their gods.

But Zhu Zhanji now crucified an assassin at their headquarters, like their god.

…… This is true blasphemy!

(Today's two updates, 12,000 words, the next chapter will continue to be written...... ）