"I don't laugh at others, I just laugh at Zhu Fugui and Wu Mou, the commander of the Ming army, Shaozhi, if I let me come to deploy troops, I will ambush a mountain battalion here in advance......"

Nasan smiled and wanted to touch his goatee, but only touched it.

The laughter still echoed in the valley, and suddenly thunderous drums sounded on both sides, and dozens of topless guys with cigars in their mouths and feathers on their heads burst out of the hills.

Aztec separatist guerrillas!

Nassan's laughter came to an abrupt end, and the smile on his lips was like a glacier melting.

If it was in the past, where would the dozens of natives who had been rewilded be put in the eyes of him, the emperor of France.

But as the saying goes, the dragon swims in the shallow sea and is played by shrimp, the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, and the French chicken that falls on the frame is miserable.

Having tasted the sweetness of kidnapping the former president of Mexico, Juárez, and seeing that today there was another opportunity to capture the French emperor, it was not ordinary chicken blood, and suddenly all the guerrillas rushed down the mountain with a clamour.

It's a pity that these so-called Aztec Jaguar warriors are too wasteful, and the Ming Yahua front-loading rifled rifles in their hands crackled and killed three French soldiers in one round.

Na Sanfang did not dare to fight back, and Le Ma continued to flee north.

After running for more than ten minutes, he took the three remnants of the defeated army and found a windswept meadow, and was about to rest a little.

Take three and laugh on your back.

"Zhu Fugui, Zhu Fugui, after all, you are still inferior to me in the use of soldiers, if I study the map, I will definitely issue an order by telegram, so that a force can cut the corner and straighten it and penetrate it directly, wouldn't we be ......"

"Your Majesty, you can hold back!" The soldier hurriedly took out a piece of margarine from his crotch and blocked his mouth.

But it was too late.

The rumbling sound shook the sand and gravel, and several Han cavalry tanks came out of the gravel valley diagonally and drove straight towards Na Sany.

"Did these Ming people have eyes in the sky?"

Nasan licked the strange-tasting butter on his lips as he ran wildly again.

In fact, as long as he looks up at the sky, he will know that his golden words are indeed right.

I saw that in the sky more than 200 meters above the ground, an unpretentious unmanned reconnaissance plane was hovering gracefully.

The only unmanned reconnaissance plane in the Ming Dynasty, because it has no satellite navigation, it is impossible to travel hundreds of kilometers long distances like later generations, and it can also take a photo and drop a bomb or something.

This unmanned reconnaissance plane is the one used to capture Sherman and carry him out of the cross.

A small unmanned reconnaissance aircraft consumes more culture than an entire tank brigade.

This is also because Daming's UAVs do not have satellite navigation, and they all rely on high-power radio transmitters to send commands, and the remote control distance is not more than 7 kilometers, otherwise it is an astronomical amount that cannot be beared.

Because this reconnaissance plane is very valuable, with aerial cameras, it can track the target from the air, so there has always been a life-saving expert, Major Ming Kai, who is responsible for maintenance and use, to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

This time, the arrest and Nasan are very important, so it is natural to use such a tracking weapon.

Of course, a sharp weapon is a sharp weapon, but to put it bluntly, it is a visual reconnaissance aircraft with the help of a reconnaissance camera, so it has great limitations.

Whether it's night, fog, or jungle, it can make detection ineffective.

Fortunately, the lack of trees in the mountainous areas of the Mexican wilderness is the favorable terrain for the reconnaissance plane, so the moment His Majesty Nasan's cheeks are exposed, it marks that it is impossible for him to escape the palm of the Ming Dynasty.

Nasan was slapping the ass of the expensive BMW, barely able to run, but there were fewer and fewer guards around him.

In the end, the other dozen or so horses were all gone, and some even fell to the ground and convulsed, foaming at the mouth.

Nasan raised his head, glanced at the scorching sun in the sky, and then looked at the famous horse that was crumbling under his crotch.

Eventually, he reined in the reins, turned his horse's head, and shouted to the steadily approaching tankmen: "I, the French Emperor Napoleon, am willing to surrender to you, but you must promise not to harm me and my horse!" ”

Guo Dazhuang leaned out of the tank, and slipped out of the back of the tank to a Chinese who was tied up by five flowers, but this Chinese was wearing a French military uniform, obviously a second devil.

"What did your emperor say?" Guo Dazhuang asked.

"Master Jun, the thief chief Napoleon said that please don't harm the life of me, a law lover!"

This Chinese is a French-born Chinese who His Majesty Na San finally found, and he is a rare Tonghua talent, and he received similar courtesy to Dr. Xing.

Of course, he still has some real material compared to Dr. Xing.

"Tiam, tell Akito that I'm willing to surrender!" The muzzle of the Ming army tank was still aimed at him, and he hurriedly urged.

"Your Excellency, Napoleon said that he was a valiant French warrior who would never give in!" The translator named Diam hurriedly explained.

Guo Dazhuang frowned and said, "Didn't he raise his hands and raise the saber above his head?" Isn't he surrendering? ”

"No, Your Excellency, General, you see that he didn't raise the white flag, he didn't raise the white flag, he just raised his hands, this is the French military salute, Napoleon he is ...... is threatening you, asking you to give way and give up the capture of him, or he will kill himself! ”

Pressed against the lid of the tank, which was as hot as fifty or sixty degrees due to the sun, Diamm twisted his head and said in a sincere tone, "Your Excellency, General, please put down the humble Diam, and I will persuade the stubborn Emperor of France." ”

"But shouldn't suicide be a knife around the neck?" Guo Dazhuang asked again.

"This ...... This is the custom of the French barbarians...... The Japanese disemboweled, the French barbarians dissected their heads, and took three of them to prepare for a cranial suicide! ”

The interpreter, who felt that his face was almost familiar, pleaded with a crying voice, "Your Excellency General, let me go and persuade His Majesty Nasan, he will ...... He's dying! He really wants to shark himself! The French are super brave! ”

·

Nasan sat on his horse, holding his saber in both hands, in a gesture similar to raising his spear in surrender.

This is somewhat unprofessional.

After all, a French soldier could surrender many times, and he had fewer opportunities to practice as Emperor of France.

If he had chosen to throw his brand-new rifle directly to the ground, like the soldiers on the main battlefield, he would not have been misunderstood.

Not sure if the French really had a way to commit suicide by falling from the sky and splitting their heads, Guo Dazhuang had no choice but to reach out to untie the rope on Diam's body.

After all, His Majesty Chrysostom said that he wanted to see the living Napoleon III, and Guo Dazhuang was afraid that the other party would really resist and even commit suicide.

However, just when Diam had just removed the half-baked left side of his face from the tank cover, he didn't have time to feel relieved, and Guo Dazhuang pressed it violently, and his right cheek pressed against the cover again, making a sizzling sound

Guo Dazhuang is naturally not doing such a boring thing as abusing prisoners.

The Ming Dynasty strictly forbade the abuse of prisoners, even under Mo Bai's command, no one had ever taken pleasure in abusing prisoners, and they were all shot or executed neatly.

The reason why Guo Dazhuang subconsciously pressed hard was because suddenly from the low cliff on the right side, a black shadow fell from the sky.

Song Jiqiu slammed into His Majesty Nasan, who refused to surrender and even raised his knife to commit suicide, in the posture of a flying motorcycle.

·

Napoleon III was captured alive.

He was also captured by 30,000 elite French troops!

Thanks to the laying of the Atlantic submarine cable, this exciting news quickly spread not only throughout North America, but also to Europe.

[The Americas are the Americas of East Asians, and His Majesty Zhu Fugui will deliver an important speech at the noon gate prisoner ceremony! ——Xinfeng "Daming Times"

[We are concerned about the actions of the Ming Empire to interfere in international affairs. ——Yankee News, New York

The Ming Empire was an important force in maintaining stability in Latin America. —The Doji, Richmond

[France is a disgrace to Europe, the greatest defeat of Christendom after 1453!] —The Times, London.

[After 10 years of bloodshed in Crimea after being hit hard by Russia, the giant of Western Europe has finally fallen! - Russian Opinion, Moscow.

[The ugly and ridiculous thief has been captured by the unspeakable cannibal king! —Journal de Paris, France.

[The ugly and ridiculous thief has been captured by the supreme guardian of the Americas, and His Majesty Zhu Fugui has arrived in his faithful Aztec territory today! —La Diario de la Pax de la Carrie, Mexico City.

The news of the Ming Dynasty's defeat of France and the capture of Napoleon III engulfed the front pages of all newspapers like a tsunami.

Even tabloids, which focus on regional news and trivial matters, have followed suit to cover this momentous event.

In a sense, Nasan finally equaled his uncle's record at Waterloo in terms of news popularity.

Except, of course, for the Far East, which is an afterthought.

Although the Qing Dynasty began to lay out a telegraph network in China under the auspices of Li Hongzhang, this network ......

It's a local area network!

For obvious reasons, neither the imperial court nor Li Hongzhang wanted to connect the net of the Qing Dynasty with the net of the Daming Imperial Protectorate.

In other words, it will take at least a week for the news to reach the concessions of Shanghai and Tianjin, and then to the ears of Cixi.

I can only say that I hope they can eat and drink well and be happy in these 7 days......

·

In Europe, the governments of the great powers have been surprisingly cold compared to the media reactions.

A pool of stagnant calm.

Whether it is the British Prime Minister, Sir Stanley, who is addicted to the Hebrew secret medicine, or the Prussian Prime Minister Bismarck, or the Austrian Emperor and the Tsar, they are all tight-lipped in the face of the media and refuse to speak.

But under this calm, there are stormy waves!

The French were defeated!

The French Army, which once required the cooperation of all Europe to contend with, was defeated, to a group of Orientals!

Even the British, who had considered using the hands of the Ming Dynasty to contain Russia and weaken France, were shocked at this time.

It's completely different from their plan!

Their plan was for the French to cross the sea and break their bones, while the Ming would collapse or bleed.

The British, as the only savior, will have the unshirkable duty to serve as the chief surgeon, with one knife and two cuts.

But now?

The Ming Kingdom, a country that doesn't know how to emerge, broke the nose of the old empire of France with one punch, and then rode on him to output wildly!

What is even more frightening is that Britain, as one of the creditors of the United Mexican States, together with Spain, also symbolically sent troops or military observers to Mexico.

These military observers witnessed the entire process of the war almost in its entirety.

Although the information coming from the front line for the time being is still very messy and needs to be summarized and sorted out in a centralized manner, almost all frontline reports point out:

The best strategy in the face of the Ming army is to rely on strong fortifications and fight according to the fortified city, and absolutely not go out of the city to fight with the Ming army in the field and waves.

And the greater the number of Ming troops, the stronger the combat capability.

European soldiers against the Ming army, if it is 1 to 1, there may be a chance of victory, but if it is 1 division against 1 division, there is absolutely no possibility of victory in the field.

In other words, the so-called Ming people are not satisfied with 10,000, and they cannot fight if they are full of 10,000!

Such a statement was naturally criticized by many military aristocrats at the General Staff Headquarters in London.

These rulers who single-handedly created the glorious Victorian era of the British Empire believe that today's young officers born in the 40s lack the tempering of war, lie on the merits of their predecessors and eat their old books, and have become a beat generation, so they will encounter a little setback, and blindly exaggerate the strength of the enemy.

However, even the most caustic critics have to admit that the Ming army's military technology clearly surpasses that of Europe in some aspects, and their research and development capabilities are jaw-dropping.

Therefore, led by Benjamin Disraeli, Stanley's chief aide to Stanley, the de facto ruler of the British shadow government, two investigative teams of professional agents traveled to New York and Shanghai respectively to investigate the secret of the rapid development of the Ming military's industry.

In fact, not only the British, but all the forces capable of sending spies and agents invariably reacted.

The internal investigation department of Daming Jinyiwei will face a huge test.

And it is foreseeable that a mediocre but incomparably shining name - Xing, will soon appear in the field of vision of the agents.

But......

What does this have to do with our rich majesty?

Now the most important thing for Da Ming is that he naturally wants to use His Majesty Nasan to extort ransom!

Of course, before that, there are other uses for taking the three majestys.

Because of a small accident, Nasan was carried back to Fengdu on a stretcher because of multiple soft tissue contusions and multiple fractures on the body.

Zhu Fugui personally went to the Royal Army General Hospital to visit Comrade Nasan, which was considered to be enough face.

To be honest, Zhu Fugui was taken aback when he saw Nasan for the first time.

This guy was mummified by layers of gauze, with only one head exposed, and he looked like Adolf.

Speaking of which, taking three can be regarded as half of Zhu Fugui's fellow countrymen.

It's not that the stalk of the Hebei villagers, but the serious villagers.

Because Zhu Fugui is the fiancé of Julie Vanderbilt, and the Vanderbilt family is from the Netherlands.

Nasan is French, and according to genetic testing, he is completely Dutch-Germanic.

He also grew up in the Netherlands, and today speaks French with a strong West Low German accent.

So it is reasonable to persuade that as a Dutch son-in-law, it is almost reasonable to be a fellow countryman with him.

But it's a pity that the mustache obviously doesn't have a Yaxing like Zhu Fugui, but he just reluctantly showed His Majesty Zhu Fugui a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Zhu Fugui stretched out his hand and patted his old face, shook his head and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I am reluctant to let you die!" ”

This sentence Zhu Fugui said in French rarely.

The thick phlegm sound in his throat was much higher than the three-standard, and his surprised eyes were about to pop out.

Since Daming was on the right track, Zhu Fugui hadn't spoken a foreign language for a long time.

Last time I spoke a foreign language......

Oh, it seems that I said it when I was doing something shameful with Xiaolan......

This time it doesn't count, Zhu Fugui remembers the last time he spoke a foreign language......

Belch...... It seems to be said when I was playing the game of eating bananas with Julie......

In short, not counting these messes, Zhu Fugui clearly remembers that the last time he spoke English was when he threatened Donald with him with an indecent photo of a marmot.

At that time, there was a shortage of talents in the Ming Dynasty, and there were no translators, so Zhu Fugui had to play in person.

Later, the Ming family business became bigger, and there were many talents, and Zhu Fugui, as the respect of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, naturally could not use the Fanbang language.

Just like those big guys in later generations of diplomacy, who can't speak fluent English, but on the occasion of state-to-country negotiations, it is necessary to speak Chinese, and let the translator communicate with the other side.

This is the dignity and face of a big country, and it is not comparable to the realm of honor that a high-ranking official of a certain island separatist forces holds a press conference in a lame foreign language.

But taking three is also taking, so he can be regarded as a big chief, and he is also a rich big chief, His Majesty Zhu Fugui is not unable to make an exception, anyway, it is a private exchange!

After all, according to the post-mortem investigation, the reason why His Majesty Nasan became this ghost was that a certain second devil translator played a bad role in it, and he had already sent Aleutian to comb the sea lion's hair.

"Respected Emperor Ming, your old friend Napoleon will definitely recover from his injuries!"

Nasan said with sincere emotion, "How much I hate Your Majesty's powerful army on the battlefield, and how much I like your country's superb medical technology in the hospital, I bet that in France, with my injuries, even swallowing a whole mummy will not be able to avoid infection." ”

"European medicine, not good, Ming medicine, good!"

Zhu Fugui nodded in understanding.

After all, the old Lincoln thief is a lesson from the past.

And his prefrontal lobotomy is also considered humane, if it is really according to the plan of Dr. Washington, it is an enema and bloodletting, and the use of mercury and mummy powder, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

In fact, the first action of the doctor who rushed to the scene at Ford's Theatre was to expertly pull out a handful of mummy powder and sprinkle it on the back of Lincoln's gushing head......

But speaking of which, the old miscellaneous hair in front of him doesn't seem to have a position to complain, right?

Isn't it your cheap uncle who blew up so many graves in Egypt and dug up the mummies and grinded them into powder to bring back to Europe as pigments and precious medicinal herbs?

Looking at Nasan's bandaged appearance, he looked like a mummy, maybe this is also a kind of alternative pharaoh's curse, right?