But when it comes to who the Son is today, that's the question.

That little doll in Beijing doesn't look like it no matter how you look at it!

Could it be Yang Dashuai?

Is this going to be revived in the Great Sui?

These days, because the imperial court has not sent a single soldier to save Ganshan, the general of the Eight Banners of Xi'an, Du Xing Ahe, and a large number of Eight Banners soldiers died on the battlefield, and secret associations such as the Elders' Association in the Ganshan region began to gradually become active.

Some of them encouraged Yang Yuebin to ascend the throne.

However, the latter is not quite brain-hot, and his mind is all about defending the city.

Which Son of Heaven set the heavenly fire?

Before these old Xi'an people could figure it out, the answer came from the night sky.

A crisp female voice came from the loudspeaker on the airship: "Mr. Zahu, I heard that you died at the hands of a woman and you will not be able to go to heaven to enjoy 72 grapes, I'm sorry, these imperial bombs from the Great Father were thrown by our three sisters, and I am really sorry for causing you trouble and causing you trouble, Smith Masan!" ”

Kitagawa Keiko's well-behaved words were like Satan's whispering, and with the blessing of a high-powered speaker, they penetrated the wailing sound curtain and drilled into everyone's ears.

Those Hu people who had been slowly simmered through the skin and muscles of the white phosphorus flame, and had begun to boil the bones and marrow, had also broken their last will.

Dying at the hands of women is their greatest taboo.

They rushed to their companions like madness, trying to share their pain and sin.

They scratched at their bodies vigorously, tearing off pieces of flesh in vain, but they could not find the slightest comfort.

Eventually, they quieted down, and their bodies curled up and tightened, until they became a stiff piece of charcoal.

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October 27, 5th year of Dewu.

For the vast majority of the people of the Ming Dynasty, it was an ordinary day.

The weather is clear and the climate is pleasant.

Except for the banners of "Work hard, repay God's grace, pay taxes and increase production, and defend our Ming", "Russians are reckless, glorious soldiers, brave and honorable, and defend the country and join the army", life is no different.

The war against Russia, thousands of miles away, did not cause obvious pressure on the lives of the Ming people.

Early this morning, His Majesty Zhu Fugui got up at nine o'clock as usual, got dressed under the service of Concubine Lan, and then went to the imperial toilet to brush his teeth and wash his face in a daze.

Then, Lao Li commanded the quasi-Zhaoyi to send breakfast to the Long Live Lord.

And pinch the shoulders to reduce the muscle strain caused by last night's exercise.

After eating breakfast, Zhu Fugui walked to the second floor of the Star Picking Building and went to his exclusive office through the corridor.

After listening to the reports of Jinyiwei and Dongchang as usual, Zhu Fugui gave important instructions on domestic intelligence work, especially the anti-corruption supervision work of the Great Salt Lake Artemia Project.

The Red Woodpecker has already pulled out a few corrupt people who have stretched out their sinful claws to the inner part of the Banzai Lord.

This time, instead of being sent to Aleutian, they were packed and sent directly to Alaska, which is even more distant and cold.

With the Ming Polar Expeditionary Force ploughing holes in Alaska, the potato farming industry in Alaska is in dire need of people like them.

After spending a lot of time dealing with matters related to the rule of the imperial agents, Zhu Fugui shook the bell and asked Ito Hirobumi to deliver the official document for the day as usual.

This competent Yellow Gate Commander brought something troublesome.

This is a telegram from Cao Mengde in Germany, An Lushan in Europe, and Zhu Fugui's old friend, Otto Eduard Leopold von Bismarck.

The content of the telegram consisted only of one sentence: "My dear Imperial Majesty, I would like to express my most sincere greetings to you, in addition, friends from Istanbul would like to meet you through me, if you wish." ”

Although it is only two lines, Zhu Fugui can already imagine Bismarck's dilemma.

From the beginning of the Austro-Prussian War, Prussia and the Ottomans, a pagan country, have been eyebrow-raising.

In order to deal with the common enemy, the descendants of the Habsburgs, the Teutonic knights, and the Ottoman sultans talked and laughed.

Now, with the rise of the Prussian Army, it became increasingly clear that the navy would not be able to compete with Britain and France, and its relationship with the Ottomans, who held the main routes to the East, had become closer.

In fact, in Mingpu pork diplomacy, many important products were transported to Prussia by land by land in order to avoid being intercepted by Britain and France.

The Prussians were very close to the Ottomans, so it was logical that the Ottomans wanted to find Zhu Fugui through Bismarck's relationship.

Of course, Zhu Fugui knew the reason why the Ottomans came to him.

These guys may have already drenched themselves in the newspapers.

It's just that the public opinion field in today's world can be described as "the supreme martial arts, Anglo-Saxon England, and the Ming Dynasty is not out, who competes with each other".

The Ottomans cursed Zhu Fugui in the newspaper with ghost talismans, not only did Zhu Fugui not read it, but the European powers did not reprint it at all.

On the contrary, the Russians spent money to buy some traffic to criticize Zhu Fugui, saying that he was "a tyrant more brutal than Genghis Khan", "a terrible demon with squinting eyes", "an executioner who tramples on God", and "a wild camel that challenges the world order".

Regarding this statement, Zhu Fugui was puzzled.

What does it have to do with squinting?

And how do the Russians know that they are the same as wild camels underneath?

Do they want to use Mao Mei to spy on Da Ming's secrets?

In retaliation, Zhu Fugui used a hundred times the price of the Tsarist government to print a photo of himself with a bright-eyed photo on the cover of the "St. Petersburg Pictorial", and the promotion below was "This demon is a little handsome."

There is no need to doubt that as the leader of a hostile country, how could Zhu Fugui buy the pages of St. Petersburg's newspapers and periodicals, because our Great Tsarist Russia has its own national conditions.

What's more, it has been said that Zhu Fugui is a demon, and the pictorial is also politically correct, and he is not afraid of investigation.

It's just that I took Daming's money, and it doesn't prove that I'm a traitor!

All in all, the complaints of the Russians did not cause much trouble to Zhu Fugui.

The reluctant Ottomans seemed to want to question themselves face to face?

Zhu Fugui felt that they were a little naïve, and their claws were stretched too long.

Moreover, now that Prussia and the Ming Dynasty are in a relationship of mutual use, there is no need to give Bismarck face.

Zhu Fugui gently tore up the telegram, threw it into the wastebasket, smiled, and instructed Ito Hirobumi: "Reply to Mr. Bismarck, just say that I only know Constantinople, that is the place where my old uncle is haunted by his dreams, what Istanbul, I have never heard of, and the envoy from there, if you want to pay tribute, you can contact Honglu Temple, you don't have to come to see me." ”

"Yes!"

Ito bowed, and then ran away with a bummer.

"Wait!"

Zhu Fugui stopped him and took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer, titled "Your Empire" in four big characters.

"I heard that the Tsarist Russian flags are all double-headed eagles, and the lord of the country calls himself Caesar, which can be said to be a per capita refinement, arrange it, I want this book to appear under the pillow of every Tsarist lady, and it is stained with their tears, you should know how to do it."

"Yes!"

Ito Hirofumi bowed with his short legs, saluted, took the manuscript with both hands, and carefully held it and left.

"Your Empire" is a very interesting one that Zhu Fugui has seen before, telling the story of Uncle Chongzhen and Constantine XI exchanging bodies.

When they supported each other and won the victory, Uncle Chongzhen returned to Beijing City to look at the mountains and rivers.

He ordered Wang Chengen to immediately inquire about the news of Junbao, wanting to find that "you".

As a result, the only thing I was waiting for was the news that 200 years ago, under the roar of the Cannons of Urban, the castle fell, and Constantine XI held a sword to defend against the enemy and died with the country.

Although I am a little sorry for my uncle, in order to better attract Russian noblewomen and play a role in the cultural invasion of Russian invasion, Zhu Fugui added more content to the plot, the so-called "Tanmei" literature.

At the same time as handing over the manuscript to Ito Hirofumi to operate, Zhu Fugui listed "Your Empire" as a banned book of the Ming Dynasty for the first time, which can be said to be quite proficient.

After doing all this, Zhu Fugui stretched his waist and leaned on the leather boss's chair.

The good mood early in the morning was defeated by the group of Greeks who called themselves Turkic, and Zhu Fugui planned to watch some good health to make himself happy.

I opened the drawer and took out a thick report from inside.

"Xi'an Incendiary Bomb Combat Evaluation Report".

As an Internet aboriginal who eats with movies such as "Chainsaw Series" and "Human Skin Inn", Zhu Fugui's threshold is actually quite high just by looking at the pictures.

After reading the battle reports and detailed records sent back from the front again, Zhu Fugui's mood improved.

"Lao Li!"

Zhu Fugui shook the bell again, "Decree the imperial dining room, add one more pig's foot to me for lunch at noon today, thank you!" ”