Relying on their physical superiority, the men pushed, pulled, and beat the women, and snatched the canned food, with no grace at all.

Abdul held up a small camera and snapped and snapped.

These ugly images were fixed on his papers, which would be published in the Neue Berliner Zeitung.

The titles are all ready-made, "The Ugly Only Man".

Abdul kept shaking his head and sighing while patting: "In Daming, even big-eared sheep know that they have to queue up to eat......"

The corner of Zhao Yijiong's eyes twitched.

He always felt that this bearded pseudo-Turkic who recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors looked at the Ming Dynasty with a bit of a heavy filter.

The BBC's underworld filter in later generations makes people call it nonsense, but the fanatical filter of these newly naturalized converts also makes a big man like Zhao Yijiong a little painful.

If it weren't for the fact that he came to Daming as a person and received more than half a year of labor education, Zhao Yijiong really fed pigs in Xinjin Agricultural Reclamation, and he might have really believed Abdul's nonsense.

The frenzied robbery on the shore continues.

The "Master Bayi" went all the way south, and more and more hungry people followed the steamer, and finally even alarmed the German gendarmerie.

The captain of the gendarmerie, riding a horse in the tradition of a Teutonic knight, caught up with the slowly advancing "Lord Bayi" and demanded that Abdul stop causing chaos.

"Young man, I'm just spreading the gospel of Paige!"

"Please stop your actions, your actions have violated our country's 'wartime management regulations'!"

"Wilhelm II gave you some money, do you need to work so hard for him?"

"For the sake of honor!"

Abdul's clumsy dissension plan did not succeed, and the little Junker nobleman, with his own pride, did not easily follow the example of the Viennese soldiers.

Of course, Germany has implemented the "Songun system", and the status of soldiers is very high, which also guarantees the loyalty of soldiers.

The captain of the gendarmerie wanted to angrily rebuke the "Ming Mission", but when Abdul threw out a few more bars of soap, he jumped off his horse and joined the group of people who bent down to pick up soap.

No way, Berlin is short of not only food, but also all kinds of industrial materials.

Because the British were the first to strike, the Germans in this time and space did not have enough raw materials for soap production.

Zhao Yijiong covered his face, feeling that the popularity he had accumulated in Germany in the past ten years was almost lost.

Abdul smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and burped and found a secret letter from His Majesty Zhu Fugui.

Zhao Yijiong quickly read it at a glance, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Special Envoy, why didn't you give it to me yesterday?" ”

Abdul scratched his head, "Ahhhh

Zhao Yijiong was speechless for a while, this envoy is too unreliable.

But on second thought, Banzai also said in the encrypted letter, "The Empire has no intention of maintaining good relations with the Independence State."

Long live the Lord let such a man come to the funeral of Du Gaozu to stir up, maybe let this former sultan be the villain.

After all, I am a state of etiquette, so naturally I will not do such a thing as oppressing other kings and young countries, but it is difficult to say about the Ottoman chieftains who have just surrendered.

Fortunately, Abdul didn't really come to make trouble, it's just that Master Bayi couldn't see the poor, so he casually took three melons and two dates and sent them away.

Before arriving at the docks, Abdul stopped throwing cans, and the crowd that followed gradually dispersed under the sticks of the gendarmes.

When we arrived at the port of Berlin, there were already many German executives waiting at the docks.

To the frown of both Abdul and Zhao Yijiong, the newly enthroned Kaiser Wilhelm II did not appear.

German Chancellor Bismarck and some other old bureaucrats organized a military band and waited on the docks for the arrival of the Ming mission.

All of a sudden, the songs of "Da Ming Will Punish the World" and "Long Live, Victor's Crown" echoed over the dock.

The level of the military band is very good, at least Abdul thinks it is no less than that of the Ottoman military band.

But no matter how you listen to it, there is an indescribable loneliness in the music.

The German official who was familiar with Zhao Yijiong secretly made a helpless and apologetic expression.

Although Bismarck's status is transcendent, the Ming Dynasty is, after all, Germany's biggest ally, today, if not the only ally.

Emperor Ming sent an envoy, and it was somewhat unreasonable that Wilhelm II, as a junior, did not greet him personally.

Bismarck, of course, knew this, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He, the prime minister and foreign minister, had no way of talking about a stubborn young emperor.

If Zhu Fugui was here, he would definitely shake his head loudly.

At that time, he called Bismarck the German An Lushan, just to wake up Bismarck.

Loyalty alone will not save Germany.

I didn't expect this guy to listen to it at all, or just like in history, he was quickly marginalized by the new emperor.

Abdul said he was a special envoy, but he didn't really have any power.

He had to ask the secretary of Jinyiwei for instructions when he went to get canned food, which was enough to show this.

In addition to Zhao Yijiong, who is a diplomat, the real manager of this trip is actually Jinyiwei and Wang Pinren.

He is the third in command of the Jinyiwei, and he is also the "gentleman" of the famous White Hound Organization.

Of course, at this time, his identity was just an ordinary brocade guard, responsible for the security of the mission.

While Abdul and Zhao Yijiong were greeting Bismarck and others, Wang Pinren was observing the appearance of Berlin.

The task given to him by Zhu Fugui was to thoroughly find out the strength of the independent country, so that it could be reasonably distributed when the British imperial inheritance was divided in the future.

Wang Pinren noticed that although they were covered, there were many propaganda posters painted on the walls of some houses, and many slogans were written. Obviously, this was influenced by the Ming Dynasty.

Probably unwilling to let the envoys see that these propaganda works had been covered by the gendarmes with the black, white, red and red flags of the Second German Reich.

Wang Pinren could see at a glance that these flags were all produced in Xinzhejiang.

After the signing of the "Ming-Russian Non-Aggression Pact", the 2B railway gradually resumed work, and most of the materials exported by the Ming Dynasty were given to the army, including this tricolor.

At this time, a strong wind blew.

Bismarck covered his top hat, and Abdul's scholar's scarf was blown away.

The main reason is that the head of this thing is too big, and he refuses to wear a Tatar dogskin hat, and he has to wear a Ming-style Confucian scarf, which will fall off when he bows his head, not to mention that it is windy.

A group of pro-Ming old Prussian bureaucrats hurriedly chased after them, and the scene was a little chaotic for a while.

Wang Pinren noticed that even so, the Prussian troops who were on guard around were still in a neat formation, and no one was fighting or moving without permission.

It seems that the Independence Army is still well trained. ’

Wang Pinren shook his head slightly, "It's just that they are too poor." ’

Under the effect of that gust of wind, the tricolor flag on the wall lifted a corner, revealing the slogan inside: "Germany needs bullets, not butter"