As Yi Bowen said, Zhu Fugui couldn't believe that the Daming men's football team had lost again.

Or can't say "again".

Four years ago, the football team still fought and drew with the British, and this time, it was a real loss, a purely technical loss.

This made him full of confidence, and with a small amount of private money, in the Suzhou casino that was still under Li Hongzhang's rule, Zhu Fugui, the champion of Stud Daming, spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

Although it is said that Zhu Fugui does not like gambling and hates gambling.

But this time it's different.

In Zhu Fugui's mind, the steady profit and loss of Daming winning the championship is not gambling, but a pig killing plate for the former Qing landlord group.

Although most of the landlords and old fortunes gathered in Suzhou and Shanghai are betting that Daming can win the championship, there are always stunned young people who want to give it a go and turn their bicycles into motorcycles.

They are betting on nothing more than the variable of whether the Germans will participate or not.

Britain, France, Russia and other powers and their vassal countries will definitely not come to Shijiazhuang to compete.

Only the German men's football team is likely to cause some trouble for the Ming men's football team.

As long as the odds are attractive enough, it is inevitable that there will be fools who will press the Ming men's football team to lose.

But the smart Zhu Fugui said that he had known the inside story for a long time.

In the exchange of telegrams between the Führers, Brother William has made it clear that the German men's football team cultivated in the last World Cup has all been beaten into a sieve by machine guns in the Belgian battle, and there is no way to come to Daming to compete.

On the European battlefield at this time, the bloody Belgian front has cost both sides more than a million lives.

A few of the soccer players died, which is normal.

After all, among the major powers, the Ming Dynasty and the British Empire did not implement the universal military service system under full mobilization.

Over the course of the war over the course of more than a year, France's military strength had swelled from 700,000 before the war to 3.3 million;

Germany surged from 750,000 to 4.7 million;

Russia swelled from 1.2 million to 5.5 million;

Austria-Hungary swelled from 400,000 to 3,000,000.

Even Abdul's Ottoman army sold iron, from 1 million to 2.8 million.

In contrast, as the real engines of the two imperialist blocs of the Alliance and the Entente, the British and the wise ones did not fully bomb their troops, but supported their allies through technology, materials, money and other means.

At present, the total number of troops in the British is more than 1 million.

Counting the servant armies of the colonies, there are more than 2 million, less than three million.

Compared to his sheer size, it is extremely limited.

On the side of Daiming, the total strength of the current commanders of the major capitals is 1.2 million.

Counting the Chu army, the Tang army, the Song army, and the Taiping army, the total number is also more than 2 million.

It can be said that it is on par with the Belt.

It's just that now the British are under increasing pressure from the three core regions of Europe, North America, and South Asia, and they are about to be unable to hold on, and they have also launched a plan for a full-scale explosion of troops.

In short, the Ming Dynasty is now in a favorable position of attacking and retreating, which is similar to the Yankees who waited for the price and fished in the two world wars in history.

In general, because France is much weaker than in history, the iron triangle combination of Wilhelm I, Bismarck, and Moltke the Old is much stronger than Wilhelm II's team, and Ming Liangzong has been transfusing blood from the 2B artery, so the European battlefield of this world war is developing in favor of the Germans.

But even so, the Germans have absolutely no mood or energy to participate in the bullshit Olympics.

So, since the Germans can't come, then won't I have this championship in my hands?

Zhu Fugui said, please pour a cup of coffee for Aunt Victoria, no one will be able to second me in this wave!

However......

A spell is a spell.

Accidents still happened.

Zhu Fugui made a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate that in this scorching and tragic war, there was still a guy who was as idle as himself, and he responded to the call of the International Olympic Committee and sent a formed team to Daming to compete.

And it is also a quasi-ally of the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty has no reason to refuse others!

That's right!

It's the Italian kid!

When the Italian cruise ship "Milan" slowly arrived at Tianjin Port a month ago, Zhu Fugui had a bad premonition in his heart.

The ship brought a letter of greeting from King Victor Emmanuel II of Italy to His Majesty Emperor Zhu Fugui of the Ming Dynasty, along with boxes of refined Italian caviar, instant macaroni, and Roman pizza that never spoiled!

In his letter, Victor Emmanuel II said happily: "Thanks to the wisdom of the scientists and engineers of the Ming Dynasty, under their prompting, Italy has now invented and perfected advanced food processing technology, and the taste of Italian soldiers' military rations has reached the advanced level of the European continent, and Italian cuisine will surely make outstanding contributions to our just cause!" Lungavita！ ”

Zhu Fugui couldn't believe his eyes.

This Apennine old miscellaneous hair actually spent several years and consumed a lot of manpower and material resources to give the Ming Dynasty's canning process, preservative process, and even instant noodle process to the cottage!

While the Germans were trying to copy the tractor of the Ming Dynasty, Italy spent all its energy on this kind of ghost place!

Zhu Fugui inspected the canned food produced by the Italians, and the sealing was quite good, and the quality was close to that of the Japanese canned food.

Proper European first!

But......

It's useful!

You can't do industrialization like Daming to reduce costs!

You're still semi-handmade, right?

How many man-hours do you have to waste?

Isn't the fried noodles fragrant when tossed with Alpine snow?

Zhu Fugui can even imagine that when Brother William learned that he was tough on the Anglo-French coalition army and the Russians on the Eastern Front, one of his allies was playing football, the other was studying how macaroni was delicious, and the other spent a lot of foreign exchange to buy fermented grape juice, I don't know if he would be so angry that he vomited blood and died early.

Therefore, Zhu Fugui has no mind and position to accuse the Italians of not doing their jobs.

At this time, Zhu Fugui's mind was full of that terrible curse.

In the next half month, there were always two villains in Zhu Fugui's mind, one was the birdman Zhu Fugui and the other was the demon Zhu Fugui, and they pulled each other.

In the end, Fuguiniao won.

Zhu Fugui thinks that my Daming man is also a world powerhouse, a strong seed team, and he doesn't need to use off-board tricks to deal with a group of Apennine sick men.

So, the tragedy happened half a month later.

In the group stage, the Daming men's football team, which beat Colima, kicked Seattle, and abused vegetables, won all three games and qualified as the first in the group.

Then, in the subsequent quarterfinals, the boys of the Daming men's football team met the Italian team.