The gunfight in London shocked the whole of Europe. The extremely sad and angry editor cremated the anger into words, and then arranged these words to form a declaration of war to terrorism.

"What kind of hell is this? What kind of evil ghosts are raised? The conscience of human beings has been trampled to this point, and the warmth and kindness in the hearts of the people have been thrown into the cold Thames and drowned alive..."

This is the darkest day since its birth. The Times even chose to stop publishing for one day and only issue outs. Those outs are the war letters of media people, and the strong smell of gunpowder hurts all the hearts.

The large black and white photos show a mess of flowers. The policeman who was shot on the stretcher was wailing in pain, and the wife of the sacrificed police officer was crying helplessly. The golden pen rod abandoned all his concerns and opened fire, mercilessly provoking the readers' sensitive nerves.

The citizens of London were angry, the people of Britain were angry, and then the cities in Europe were angrily blown up. The moral bottom line of the people in that era was still very high, and this behavior that challenged the conscience of the entire human society quickly triggered a massive protest.

The people are no longer indifferent. Countless gentlemen wear black suits to the door of the Times. They stand quietly in a row to form a human wall with their bodies. They use their practical actions to protect the safety of the newspaper.

A row of black suits surrounded the newspaper club, no one spoke, and there was only extreme anger in the air. More and more crowded people were coming. Whenever a black suit felt tired and chose to rest, more black suits would definitely surge up to fill his position. This city wall composed of people's hearts instantly moved the whole of Europe.

London, Madrid, Lisbon, Amsterdam... Rome, Athens, Hamburg, Berlin... All major cities in Europe, all newspapers that have been violently attacked have been spontaneously protected by the people. The walls of humans protect the people's eyes and mouths. The silent protests have put a thick cloud of lead on the political arena of Europe.

"The pressure on volcanoes is already high enough. Now there is only one node left. As long as a small group of irrational people take extreme action, Europe will quickly become turbulent. The noose around France's neck has tightened. Napoleon III cannot turn over..."

Xiao Letian sat on the bench in the garden, with a thick stack of newspapers and top-secret information sent by Prussia. And he is the commander-in-chief of this public opinion war, and this garden is actually the behind-the-scenes headquarters known in history as the "Flower Protest" incident.

"Prime Minister, your plan is simply impeccable. I'm even a little scared. I'm really afraid that one day I'll be my enemy. At that time, it's probably my end, haha..." The person who spoke was Paul, who was temporarily transferred here to be directed by Xiao Letian, and he was the executor of the entire plan.

Not only Paul, but now Xiao Lotte also has a liaison officer, Jonas, and even the freelance writer Leo who is limping around. It is their joint efforts that have quickly swept across Europe.

"Mr. Xiao, do we need to add more force? Now the public's emotions have become a little unreasonable. As long as we add more force..."

"No, no!" Xiao Letian stopped Leo's speech. "We are not criminals, we are just clearers of public opinion. People's hearts are like water. All we have to do is dig ditches in advance. When the water level rises, it will naturally flow according to our intentions..."

"Now the flood has been poured into the ditches, our mission has been completed. All we have to do is to wipe our hands and feet and stand on the top of the mountain to watch the fun... What's more, we have other important things we haven't done!"

Until today, the Prussians present understood Xiao Letian's terror. It is absolutely reasonable that this rising star of Eastern politics has risen so quickly. His insight into the hearts of the people is simply amazing. More importantly, his heart is ruthless and he has never been indecisive in the decisions he makes.

The terrifying Prime Minister of the East first used the media to portray himself as a tragic figure, and first earned sympathy from the whole of Europe. Then he organized an attack on the newspaper, splashing dirty water on France.

No one could believe that all the attacks were directed by Xiao Letian and carried out by the Prussian side, because in the 19th century, there was never a public opinion war, and even this term had never appeared.

Kind people always believe in their eyes. Some people may feel that the whole incident is a bit unreasonable and have found some doubts, but they are always the smallest part of people, and their doubts are only three minutes of heat. When the group consciousness of the people around them begins to sweep them, surrender is inevitable.

The most important thing is that Xiao Letian took advantage of the European people's contempt for Asia. In the mid-19th century, the empire was shining brightly. The process of European colonization of the world was smoothly beyond imagination. The entire society had an arrogance from top to bottom.

At this time, China had already been beaten by the two Opium Wars and could not find the North. China's image in Europe had become synonymous with backwardness, ignorance and weakness.

Under this emotion, no one would think that the Chinese have this IQ or ability to launch such a huge public opinion war. Even the victim France did not believe that Xiao Letian had this ability, which shows how much European society despises China.

Xiao Letian took advantage of the arrogant and arrogant mentality of European people. A beautiful public opinion killer made France completely unable to make it. When the unlucky London policeman died on the streets, the situation was out of control and the flood finally flooded.

Xiao Letian stood up and walked to the corner of the garden to look into the direction of London. He whispered to mourn the unjustly death of the London policeman, "I'm sorry, your misfortune is not in my plan. This is a regrettable accident. I will take good care of your descendants. May God bless your soul!"

Xiao Letian's mourning is sincere, but it is just sincerity. He has no time to blame himself. There is no ghost who died unjustly in the world. On the road to national rejuvenation, the bones are blocked by the sky, and many civilians have suffered when the British and French forces entered Beijing.

You should know that this public opinion war has developed to this day and is no longer under Xiao Letian's control. The anger of the people must flood like a flood, and he must release his power to the fullest.

Xiao Letian's guess is correct. Not all people are rational. There will always be some people who are blinded by anger. Now the French embassy in London has already felt the anger of the people.

On the night after the London gunfight, the French Embassy was spontaneously attacked by the people. At first, it was attacked with rotten eggs and flour buns, and the doors and windows were smashed into chaos. Then, it was lime powder, kerosene bottles, stone bricks and other killing weapons.

Now the French Embassy is in a bad mood. Although the London police sent additional police forces to protect the embassy, ​​the police were just intentionally letting the thugs find opportunities no matter how much police protection they protect. All kinds of debris were thrown into pieces, and they almost shot and threw grenades.

No matter how many notices the embassy posted, it was announced to the public that France had nothing to do with the entire attack, but the people who had lost their minds did not believe it at all, and there were more and more protests.

"Shut up the thug! Shut up the criminal! Who else in Europe except for the tyrant of France who would do such a thing?..."

"Don't listen to their lies. All explanations are concealment. An emperor who relies on suppressing parliament to dissolve the elected government and takes office. All his promises are lies!"

"Pay your life! Let the French pay their life... blood debts and blood!"

Countless citizens shouted the slogan of blood debt and paid their blood, holding up the latest outside of the Times's roaring wildly at the embassy.

Such a scene is not isolated. Such protests are underway in major cities in Europe except for France and the Oliver. The small ones may be dozens of people, and the large ones may even reach hundreds or thousands of people.

The protests reached their peak on the fifth day, when the people who protected the Times headquarters had just brought the coffee and breakfast from the newspaper office. It was time for these citizens who had been holding on all night to change shifts again. The streets were bustling with black suits talking in low voices everywhere.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the burned sea of ​​flowers was once again filled with them. Looking around, the colorful sea of ​​flowers made every citizen who was watching the night relax.

At this moment, a black carriage with a royal logo at the end of the long street slowly drove up under the protection of four cavalrymen in red uniforms. It was like a breeze blew across the field, and the noisy voices gradually disappeared, and there were only whispers in the crowd.

"Is it the royal badge? Who is this? Why are you here?"

"There are only four cavalry guards, and the person coming should be just ordinary members of the royal family, so it's hard to guess..."

"Look, the carriage has stopped..."

In front of the public, the royal carriage stopped smoothly at the door of the newspaper. The waiter wearing white gloves carefully opened the door. A lady dressed in dress walked down and held a handful of white roses in her hand.

"Oh God, it's the eldest princess, it's Princess Louis..." The crowd exclaimed in surprise and everyone subconsciously hugged forward. At this time, the London police had already pulled up the wall and began to protect the princess.

"Get back, back back, let the princess present flowers... don't squeeze anymore..." A policeman's big-brimmed hat rolled to the ground.

Prince Carl's wife, Queen Victoria's eldest daughter, Princess Louis of the British royal family walked to the newspaper gate with a smile. At this time, dozens of editors lined up to welcome him.

Princess Louis did not go to the newspaper. She just smiled and nodded to the editors, and then walked to the window where the flowers were piled the most, where the place was attacked by bombs and arson.

"On behalf of the British royal family and the Prussian royal family, I would like to express my sincere condolences to all victims and condemn all atrocities against the newspaper industry. May the merciful God bless his people, Amen!"

When the flowers were placed in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, thunderous applause and cheers burst out from the crowd.

"Long live the king! Long live the queen! Long live the princess..." This is Europe, and the people can cheer at will. If this is the Qing Dynasty, who dares to shout long live to the princess, it will be a sin of beheading.

The royal family finally made a statement. The most powerful royal family on earth finally made a statement. They stood clearly on the side of the people. All the efforts at this moment were worth it, and all the grievances and unwillingness in people's hearts became passing clouds.

The eldest princess didn't stay for a long time. She just smiled and waved to the people, then turned around and walked into the carriage, but just as the door was opened, a scene that she never expected appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh..." The people present exclaimed, and everyone could not believe their eyes.
Chapter completed!