What exactly is a hero? There is really no absolute standard. Some people say that heroes must have noble morality and kind hearts. This is right and nonsense.

Genghis Khan was a hero of the Mongols. The entire grassland nation even praised him as the god of war. But in the eyes of the Southern Song people? In the eyes of the Xixia people? In the eyes of the Europeans?

There are also Wei Qing and Huo Qubing who went to the north of the Mobei during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han. They are of course great heroes to the Chinese nation, but what about the Huns? They were forced to move westward and flee. I think these people would not fall in love with them.

The so-called hero is relative. The hero advocated by a country and nation may be the enemy hated by other nations, executioners, and murderers.

Just like Xiao Letian, he was a well-deserved hero in the hearts of the Ryukyu Kingdom and countless Han people who opened their eyes to see the world. However, for the Qing Dynasty and those corrupt scholars, his image was complicated.

The world has studied China for thousands of years. They know how huge China has population and territory, and how much wealth this nation has accumulated over the long years.

More importantly, their history is too long and there are too many experiences left in history books. Whether it is failure or success, these are invisible wealth owned by the Chinese.

"This terrible nation cannot give them a chance. As long as there is a heroic figure who raises his arms and calls out, as long as he can mobilize these tangible and intangible wealth, then this Chinese dragon will break free from the shackles of the aliens and soar into the sky..."

"That's right, we Europeans should really thank the Jurchens, that is, the Manchus' rule over the Han people. They are really our good helpers. It is precisely because of their 200 years of rule that countless iron chains have been nailed to the body of this dragon, especially their suppression of the people's hearts, which has cut off the soil for nurturing heroes..."

"This is a good opportunity that has not been seen in thousands of years. We Europeans must seize every minute and every second to run forward. We must unleash the technological gap with the Chinese. We must try our best to drain their wealth from the people. Every time we are stronger, the Chinese dragon will weaken..."

"This is the fundamental reason why I refuse to cooperate with the Chinese. We cannot let them share our technology for free, nor can we let them be familiar with the military theories summarized by our hundreds of years of war. All these things that can make the Chinese stronger must be strictly guarded and must not be given to the Chinese..."

Prince Carl shouted loudly, and his quarrelsome beard jumped up, which looked different from a distance. I have to admit that his theory is indeed very marketable in Europe and is in line with the interests of European powers.

But after his remarks were delivered in Frankfurt's latest intelligence, everything became a bit ridiculous. When the prince heard the information, his eyes widened even bigger than the bronze bell.

"What? Xiao Letian lost his composure? Why is it different from what was shown in the previous intelligence? During the Battle of Ryukyu, his performance was not so weak in several conflicts between the Qing Dynasty. Have you made a mistake?"

Old Moltke shook his head, "I don't know anyone else, I am still very familiar with Paul. In the previous Pudan War, the intelligence officials he led sent back a total of 120 important intelligence, and no one was wrong. I believe his quality..."

With the endorsement of the old Moltke, no one doubted this information. Now even William I sighed, "It seems that the Chinese have indeed been castrated by the enslavement of the Manchus. Can such a politician with a woman be called a hero?"

Pesme also sighed regretfully, "Yes, three hundred infantrymen can attack Besançon to rescue the Prime Minister, and eight hundred French cavalry can do nothing about them, and the casualties of the French are far greater than them. If such victory is worth crying, then our European military strategists will probably have to hang themselves..."

"Facts have proved that your concerns are meaningless. Xiao Letian can only be regarded as a relatively excellent politician and a barely qualified military strategist. Only such a person will help the Chinese become richer and stronger. If you want to dominate? This possibility is really slim..."

At this end of the lunch discussion, three votes favored the in-depth cooperation with the Chinese, but only Prince Carl still opposed it.

"Didn't Xiao Letian deliberately paralyze us? What if everything was a show? Isn't there any allusion of sleeping on firewood and tasting gall in Chinese stories?" Carl was still unwilling to give up his point of view.

"Enough, Your Highness the Prince, please don't be so stubborn? Xiao Letian is not a fool, and he would not be so fake in making a show. Only more than 140 people died, and he cried until he collapsed. In that time in the modern warfare, weren't thousands of people going to die?"

"Let's hear how those businessmen describe the rebellion that occurred in China. The rebels even forced hundreds of thousands of people to attack the castle fortress with bare hands. In a battle, even the casualties reached 100,000. Even if the politicians who came out of this environment would not be so naive, right?"

Bisme was a little angry, and his tone gradually became unkind. He felt that Carl was really not a qualified heir to the empire. He held a grudge for the conflict in the Hamburg recruits camp until now, and his mind was too narrow.

"In addition, I would like to remind the Crown Prince that the foreign policy of the empire must be decided by me alone. If you think that diplomacy can be done by relying on banditry, then I can choose to resign!"

The Iron-blooded Prime Minister is just revealing his old truth without mercy. He pointed to the farce of Carl robbing money last time, and his words made Carl's face flushed.

"Oh, I feel a little uncomfortable, I'll say goodbye first!" Carl turned red and turned away.

Prince Carl, the later 100-day emperor Frederick III, recorded historical records that his relationship with Besme has always been very bad. Besme has always looked down on the reckless prince, and Prince Carl has even less favored Besme's domineering power to monopolize the government.

Originally, this pair of monarchs and ministers in history should have staged a wonderful political struggle, but things didn't go as they wished. Frederick III passed away just one hundred days after ascending the throne due to throat cancer.

Fortunately, his son, the last emperor of Germany, was revenge by William II, and Besmer was finally fired. Historical books recorded that he was resigning, which was also a breath for his father.

Three votes of approval and one abstention. Xiao Letian finally got through a hidden difficulty. The state machine of Prussia began to take action, and various filings were made against the possible revenge of the French.

Xiao Letian's special train protection level has been raised to the same level as the king. All stations, bridges and places with complex terrain were blocked.

Under the orders of Pesme, the Berlin Foreign Ministry began to send top-secret messages to overseas ambassadors in a intensive manner, asking them to contact governments immediately, hoping to remain calm in the upcoming storm and not stand on the same boat as the French.

Even William I wrote a sincere handwritten letter to Queen Victoria of England, hoping that her cousin could calm the British politicians and not go crazy with the French.

The Germans' premonition was very accurate. When the Besanson tragedy and the humiliating defeat on the border reached Versailles, Napoleon III was completely furious. This emperor who started his business by suppressing the National Assembly, and this king who relied on war to maintain his rule, had never been so angry in his life.

The glass windows in the mirror palace were smashed by messy debris, and the glass slags rolled all over the ground.

"Shame, France's shame. The empire has raised so many troops, but it can't even solve such a gangster. France's dignity is completely trampled on the ground..."

"His Majesty the Emperor, this attack is indeed unexpected... No one expected that the Chinese would be so brave that they would dare to invade our French territory... In addition, because they are on the French-Swissen border, the military quality here is not the highest among the imperial team..."

Before the guard could finish his official words, an ink bottle wiped his head and flew out, smashed it on the floor with a bang, and the blood and ink on his forehead flowed down together.

"I don't want to listen to the explanation. All defenses are invalid... No matter what reason you have, remember that those are Chinese, Chinese who have degenerated into ignorant savages... Six years ago we conquered their capital and burned their palaces. They didn't even dare to protest. How dare they invade our French territory now..."

"Summons the Chinese ambassador and sends a solemn protest to him. I want to declare war on China..."

The guard officer, covered in ink and blood, did not dare to clean up the wounds at all. He stood up straight. When he heard His Majesty the Emperor's words obviously confused, he quickly explained.

"Your Majesty, please calm down... We cannot summon the Chinese ambassador..."

"Idiot, pig, are you going to piss me to death? As the emperor of France, can't I summon an envoy from a barbaric kingdom?"

The guard officer mustered up the courage to answer loudly, "Your Majesty... It's not what you thought. The Qing Empire did not send envoys to Europe at all? There was no Chinese ambassador in Paris. Besides, although Xiao Letian was a Chinese, his official position was the Prime Minister of the Ryukyu Kingdom. These soldiers are legally belonging to the Ryukyu Kingdom..."

Napoleon III's face turned red like a pig's liver. "Idiot, why didn't you say it earlier! Don't think that I have no way to deal with you. Pass my orders and mobilize all the French fleets in the Indian Ocean and the Pacific Ocean to gather together to bombard me this damn Ryukyu..."

The guards did not dare to neglect, so they turned around and ran out. He was about to cry as the emperor behind them shouted wildly.

"Your Majesty, you can't do it. This is a life-threatening life... Our naval power in Asia is already weak. If we concentrate in Ryukyu, if there is a mistake, our French colony will not be protected by a fleet..."

"UK, the United States, Russia, and even the Netherlands and Prussia will take advantage of the chaos to attack and seize our colonies... No, no, I would rather die by myself than issue such a life-threatening situation. I will try my best to hide this order. The longer the delay, the better..."

Behind him, the irritable French emperor was yelling like a mad dog, "War, war must be! I want to destroy the Ryukyu Kingdom, I want to bombard China again, this time I want to burn the Forbidden City..."
Chapter completed!