The Ming Mediterranean Fleet's bombardment of the Pope and the death of Pope Benedict XIII caused ...... in Europe

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Whether it is Philip V's powerful combined Franco-Spanish fleet, or the navies of Austria, Venice and other countries, they are all cowering in the military port as a backdrop, not to mention ThePope who came out to defend them, and they didn't even come out to make a show. No matter how devout the monarchs were before, they all kept their mouths shut at this time, and sat back and watched their father being to death, not even daring to say a cruel word, for fear that the fleet would turn around and shoot cannonballs on their heads, among which Philip V also silently transferred the French Spanish island to the Ming Dynasty......

His loan was not repaid.

In fact, he is not ready to pay it back, anyway, he has no ability to defend these places, Yang Feng can only stare dryly if he robs him, his navy does not have Yang Feng's permission, it is impossible to cross the Atlantic to any colony in the Americas, since this is better than simply point, in exchange for these colonies, in exchange for the two sides to continue to maintain friendly relations, so that he can continue to prepare for war, although Yang Feng has stopped arms exports, but fortunately, at this time the Swedes rely on iron ore with a grade of up to 70%, It can already replace those Ming arms dealers, although the quality is almost high but the price is barely able to supply, during this time Charles XII has become a strong backing for European countries.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Shao asked how to deal with this territory?"

The attendant asked His Majesty the Emperor.

Yang Feng also stopped at this time in Samarkand or the current name of Kangju City, his battle line was a little too long, and the logistics supply was not as smooth as before, at this time the railway had just been repaired to Talas, and the remaining section of more than a thousand miles could only be transported by horse-drawn carriages, and the operation of supporting the entire seven armies on the southern front must be very difficult. Therefore, he decided to stay in Kangju for more than a year, and collect the materials first for the Yueshi army to use in order to clean up Tajikistan and northern Afghanistan, and wait for the attack on Khiva to be navigable in the spring, and then talk about it, it is still winter, and the attack on Persia is simply suspended.

Just leave this to the Southern Front.

The southern Persian Railway, which had been repaired and reopened, had reached Tehran, and the road transport distance from Tehran to the east was much shorter than that of his attack from east to west, and the railway was being extended.

"French Spanish Island? This place doesn't seem to be valuable, right? ”

Yang Feng said.

"Your Majesty, the main thing there is agriculture, the land is still very fertile, now the French there mainly grow some tobacco, blue grass and sugar cane, but I haven't heard much of minerals, the French there are also willing to convert to the Holy Religion and become subjects, and they have also sent some representatives to pay tribute to Your Majesty."

The squire said.

"Then let the princesses draw lots, whoever catches them counts, and the people there can be temporarily self-governing, and there is no need for the cabinet to send any more prime ministers, they choose themselves, as long as they abide by the rules of the subject country."

Yang Feng said.

"Autonomy?"

The squire was dazed.

"Yes, autonomy!"

Yang Feng said with certainty.

Well, he's ready to build a base for the Belt and Road Party.

Voltaire had already arrived in Yingtian, but the Marquis of Xiongwu went on an expedition, so he only found the steward of the Marquis of Xiongwu in Yingtian, but at this time, the situation of the Republican Army in the Alps was becoming more and more difficult, and some of the righteous men of the Ming who fought side by side in the Republican Army were helping them to contact the ships to smuggle out of France, they definitely needed a place to regroup, Haiti was undoubtedly very suitable for this role, when the time came, withdraw them there, and then continue to recruit rebels and wait for the counterattack on France with the Ming army, as for the future......

There is no need for France to become a province.

In fact, most European countries Yang Feng is not ready to become a province, the distance between the east and the west is too far, it is difficult for a government to effectively manage such a vast land, it is better to adopt a vassal system, the imperial government retains some military bases in these countries, plus some direct territories, for example, Britain will definitely become a direct territory, but Sweden is completely unnecessary. The best way to deal with these countries is to divide them, and even he doesn't mind keeping some of the old monarchs, and then adding his daughters, and dividing the whole of Europe is like the HRE before the Thirty Years' War, the old vassal monarchs, his daughters' territories, and the territories directly under the empire, are intertwined and get a few hundred pieces.

That's it.

Well, the British have set a perfect template for him in India, and he just needs to do it, and I have to say that standing on the shoulders of those imperialists is a huge advantage, so that even if the empire can't control it one day, it will be difficult for Europe to coalesce into a larger country after hundreds of years of rift.

Including France, the same is true, in Yang Feng's plan, it is divided into a certain daughter, of course, it is divided into several pieces, so that he needs an example, he needs to lead the party, so that Voltaire and his comrades can go to this subject country full of freedom, equality and fraternity under the rule of the Ming Dynasty, and feel the happy life of the compatriots under the wing of the Ming Emperor, it is estimated that they will like to let more compatriots also bathe in the grace of the saint, so that they can have lofty ideals and happily lead the way for the Ming Dynasty.

Anyway, Yang Feng didn't lose anything.

In this way, the French Spanish island became the fief of Princess Shouning of the Ming Dynasty, this nine-year-old little Lori, will go to Port-au-Prince with her mother Ning Concubine, or the new name of Shouning Port to reign over the people, of course, in addition to them, there are three garrisons of the Ming army, and this country will be the place where Ning Concubine retires in the future. After all, Emperor Yang said that he would abdicate after the end of the Western Expedition, and he would continue to practice after the abdication, so that his wives should also be sent away, and one of the uses of sealing these vassal countries is to provide for his wives, for example, now the five daughters of Concubine Rou will use the power of the entire Persia to let their mothers enjoy their old age in peace.

"When will Philip V's next loan expire?"

Yang Feng asked suddenly.

"Next August."

The squire said.

"Will he be able to repay the loan?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Hardly possible."

Said the squire.

"And what's the collateral?"

Yang Feng asked.

"The four colonies of Canada, Arcadia, Hudson's Bay, and Newfoundland."

Said the squire.

Yang Feng nodded, so that he can get a new territory in August next year, and then he can divide a certain daughter out, saying that he has given birth to more than 80 daughters so far, these big girls and little loli are a small subject country, and the scene of more than 80 queens is also very spectacular, there are more than 80 daughters outside when the queen of the subject country controls the colony, and more than 60 princes control major enterprises, their big brother controls the bank, oil and gold, and the family of Daming is also very perfect.

Just when Yang Feng was thinking about how to make his Yang family prosperous for generations, the defenders of Jerusalem had reached the end of their rope.

Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre.

Patriarch Dorus and dozens of high-ranking clergy, as well as several heads of the Knights of the Medial, including Persilon and other heads of the Knights of the Nurse, knelt silently in front of the cross, praying to God with a reverent face, and in the city of Jerusalem behind them, columns of smoke from explosions rose one after another, the whistling of cannonballs pierced the sky intensively, and the sound of machine-gun fire was clearly discerned.

After months of bloody fighting, they finally came to an end.

More than four armies of 130,000 Ming troops are flooding their holy places like a tide, just as they did when they flooded Mecca and Medina, in the sky of Jerusalem huge airships slowly flew by, bombs of hundreds of pounds whistled down, like the giant hand of the gods slapped the city, the Golden Dome Temple is gone, the Western Wall is gone, the Silver Dome Temple is gone, the Temple Mount is burning with raging fires, the Way of the Cross is buried in ruins, in those broken streets and alleys, the warriors who guard the city, A final battle is being fought for their faith.

They are martyrs.

Despite the strength of their enemies, and the fact that they had no hope, all the believers of the city, whether they believed in God or the Lord, fought bravely, with their swords, their scimitars, their guns, against the infidels who invaded this sacred land, until their blood stained the sands of the Holy Land.

Dora and the others were still praying.

Although they knew that God would not manifest himself, he did not manifest when the shells of the Ming army bombarded Rome, he did not manifest when the iron hooves of the Ming army trampled on the holy land, and he still did not manifest when countless believers were struggling in blood and fire.

O God!

O Father in Heaven!

O Creator of all things!

When will you be revealed?

Dora smiled wryly and looked up at the towering cross, at the high icon, and now he wanted to ask, when will you appear to save your people on earth, who are wailing under the knife of the devil, who are struggling under the iron hooves of the heathen, and who are suffering enough? Is this not enough to gain your mercy, not to be exchanged for your protection?

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion.

A terrifying ball of fire appeared in front of the door of the Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre, and then the smoke and dust crashed in like angry waves, and Duo Luo and the others subconsciously threw themselves to the ground, and at this moment the chaotic gunshots and shouts of killing came in, and when the smoke and dust of the explosion cleared, thousands of warriors could be seen to have retreated to this ancient church, where the body of Jesus was said to be buried and witnessed his resurrection, and on the periphery of these warriors, in a vast ruin, there was a red torrent with a cry of killing like waves.

The final moment came.

Duo stood up with some shaking.

Persilon and the others all stood up, drew his sword, and silently walked out of the church door, looking at the approaching enemy in the blood-colored sun.

"Worthy of respect!"

In a ruin three hundred meters away from them, Su Xu, the commander of the 106th Brigade of the Ming Army, said with emotion on his saber.

The healed knights and the warriors obviously knew that they were going to die, and they stood in front of the church door with solemn faces, even those muslins no longer cared if they were behind them, anyway, Jesus was also their prophet, thousands of people stood in front of this church, either with bayonet rifles in their hands, or with two-handed swords, and even some of them simply holding a big stone because they had no weapons, but none of them lay down, all of them stood there solemnly waiting for the final battle.

Then they suddenly separated, and the others of Duoro and Persilon walked out with the same expressions and stood at the front.

"Are they stupid?"

The chief of staff beside Su Xu said in amazement.

Then he looked not far behind him, where a large number of Ming soldiers were hurrying with machine guns, quickly erecting themselves on the ruins, all pointed at the door of the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre.

"No, no, you don't understand, this is a spirit, although they are our enemies, but this spirit is still worthy of respect, the order not to shoot, and the order to stop the artillery shooting, all the soldiers withdraw their bullets and put on bayonets, for such an enemy, they should be given a battle worthy of their identity, let's fight like those ancient warriors!"

After Su Xu finished speaking, he raised his saber very heroically, and then his order was given, and all the Ming soldiers who surrounded this church withdrew their bullets.

Looking at this scene, Persilon raised the sword in his hand and bowed to him from a distance, it was obvious that he understood the intentions of the Ming army, although the two sides were enemies, but this noble behavior still made him very respectful, after all, the rate of fire of the Ming army's rifles, even if they didn't use machine guns and rifles, it was estimated that it would only take a minute to kill all of them, and it was definitely a noble act to give up this advantage and fight them hand-to-hand.

Su Xu also bowed his head to him from a distance, raised the saber in his hand and pointed forward......

"Sir, call!"

At this moment, a soldier with a heavy walkie-talkie on his back handed him a headset and microphone.

"Hello?"

Brigade Commander Su, who was disturbed, said into the microphone.

"You got the donkey kicked? How can I have such stupid subordinates as you? is still playing hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons, does Lao Tzu still have to get you a war horse for you to play spear charge? You're willing to kill yourself, have you asked your brothers and their fathers? If Ma Laozi hadn't been out of reach in the sky now, he really wanted to go down and give you a slap! ”

Then the captain's roar came from the headphones.

Su Xu lowered his head with a frown.

"Sir, what should I do?"

The chief of staff said cautiously.

"Fire!"

Su Xu waved his hand gloomily.

Behind him, a machine gun suddenly erupted a tongue of fire, and the dense bullets hit the medical knights and the main warriors on the opposite side like a storm, Persilon was instantly beaten into a sieve with a hint of astonishment, and almost at the same time, on a newly approaching airship in the sky, a two-hundred-pound bomb roared and fell, and with a loud sound like the sky cracking, the Basilica of the Holy Sepulchre turned into countless fragments and rushed into the sky.