Chapter 720: Master Carl, do you believe France will turn red?

In August 1861, Fushimi Castle, Japan.

In August, Fushimi Castle is shrouded in the sultry moisture, and the cicadas cries tear the air. Yang Xiuqing stood on the terrace of Tianshou Pavilion, looking at the endless military camps under the city - the red military flag of the Korean Tianshang and the cross-border of the Shinto Shintoism hanging low on a windless afternoon. The water vapor of the Kitsu River in the distance evaporated, hudging the Osaka castle into a blurred green shadow.

"Father!"

A clear shout came. Yang Xiuqing turned around and saw a young man strode across the corridor. The hem of the bright yellow arrow suit flew with his steps. The young man was about twelve or thirteen years old, and he was almost adult. A warrior sword on his waist collided with the spurs on his leather boots, making a crisp sound of gold and iron. His face was a little similar to Yang Xiuqing, with a protruding cheekbones, bright eyes and a high forehead. He knew he was a person who was not easy to mess with at first glance.

This is Yang Xiuqing's eldest son, Yang Chengtian.

The boy stood in front of his father three steps, and when he held his fists, he was wrapped in blood-seeking bandages on his forearm exposed on his cuffs. Yang Xiuqing's eyes stayed on the dark red for a moment: "Is it a cannon wound?"

"Armstrong's breech gun always leaks." The boy's voice was clear, "The child wanted to find a solution, but he was burned by the heat." He suddenly raised his arm, and there was still under the gauze, "This little injury is not a problem!"

Nanmu rice turned out from behind the corridor column, and the cuffs of the plain white sacrificial robe were embroidered with cross-patterned rice ears. She looked at the wound on the boy's arm and sighed: "Why should His Highness Tiansun try the firearms personally? There are craftsmen in the army..."

"Craftsmen can only repair it, and the Armstrong gun has its own problems when designing it!" Yang Chengtian smiled and said, "If I didn't try it myself, how could I know that there are many things that can be improved on this gun?"

Yang Xiuqing raised the corner of her mouth slightly and reached out to hold her son's shoulder: "Iwakura Gu is coming, so go and change your clothes."

But the young man raised his head and said, "I'll wear this piece of edict! I want to teach the Japanese princes to see clearly that the grandson of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is not a puppet raised in the deep palace!"

Three minutes later.

When Iwakura Koshi stepped into the hall with the Minghuang edict, twelve Satsuma warriors followed closely behind with six red-lacquered wooden boxes. The corners of the box were dragged on the bluestone floor, and the breathing of the ministers in the hall suddenly became heavy. It contained the heads of Tokugawa Keiki, as well as the sword, horse seal, and armor of the general of the Tokugawa family.

"The emperor's decree is said to the emperor"

Yang Chengtian knelt in front of the emperor, his spine straightened. The young man deliberately exposed the blood-stained bandage outside his sleeves, and the hem of the arrow was spread like a hidden tiger. When Iwakura thought of "The Tokugawa thief chief, a magic weapon," the young man suddenly pressed the knife, which shocked the two ministers and the ministers to retreat.

"Has the first level been proved?"

The palace was silent. Iwakura turned his eyes and the samurai lifted the first box. The lime-treated head eyes widened, and Tokugawa Keiki's twisted face solidified in the last moment of horror. The boy strode forward, and actually reached out to grab his hair bun and lifted his head, and the tip of his nose almost touched the dead man's face.

"Two hundred and sixty years to the world of Tokugawa..." He suddenly sneered and threw his head towards the Gongqiu queue. The head rolled on the smooth floor tiles and finally stopped in front of a fat samurai warrior.

"Ah!" The warrior retreated in a hurry, deshewning half a foot.

"Rareless!" Yang Chengtian shouted loudly and suddenly spoke Japanese, "The head of the defeated general can still shock the hearts of the people, so how can he talk about the way of warriors!"

The sound of bells came from behind the curtains of the Western Array. The fifteen-year-old prince lifted the corner of the curtain and peeped, but saw the boy suddenly look back. The girl fell to the ground, and the folding fan in her hand fell out of the curtain.

"God!" Yang Xiuqing stopped shouting in a deep voice, but there was praise in her eyes.

The young man touched the ground on one knee and said loudly in Japanese: "My son, please be the pioneer. He must step on Edo Castle within March and completely destroy the Tokugawa shogunate!"

Moore wrote in a quick pen at the corner of the hall: "The violent nature of this grandson is by no means a young man's will. He insulted the corpse in public, shocked the ministers and threatened the royal family - he was establishing the authority of the Yang Dynasty in Japan in the most barbaric way and in the shortest time."

At the beginning of the Shen Shi, the weather was even more stuffy.

When Iwakura Kazuki unfolded the second edict, Yang Xiuqing patted his son's shoulder. The boy understood and stood up and walked towards the center of the hall. His black leather boots stepped across Tokugawa Keiki's head.

"Look at me, everyone!"

The Taidao suddenly unsheathed, and the blade passed by, a cold light shone. Amid the exclamation of the ministers and warriors, Yang Chengtian put the knife backhanded and picked up Tokugawa Keiki's hair bun: "From today, Japan and the North Korean kingdom have formed a federation. Anyone holding the cross flag is my brother, and anyone who goes against the true promise."

The bun was swung into the air, and the knife light flashed again!

The blood-stained head was split in half, and a dull sound was made when it landed. The boy raised his foot and stepped on the skull, shouting: "I'm so fang!"

Shimazu Kuraki was the first to lie down and shouted: "Long live the godson!" The sound spread like a plague. The forehead of the Sendai lord Ida Kyobon hit the floor tiles heavily, and the sword of the samurai samurai was completely deshewn and fell to the ground.

A hint of panic flashed across Iwakura's face, which was drooping. The straight back of the brocade of my husband and nobleman was soaked in cold sweat. This young man from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom knew better than any shogun to trample on the dignity of the Japanese.

British Consul Alcock whispered to Moore: "Do you know? Whitehall has listed the teenager as a Class A observer." He handed the telegram, "Parliament requires you to return to London immediately. They need someone to explain... what kind of country will be born after the Asahi-Japanese United Nations?"

Moore looked to the center of the hall. Yang Chengtian was taking over the "Sunlight Word" Tai Kyuki presented by Nanmu Rice - this is Tokugawa Keiki's sword, which was once owned by many generals of the Tokugawa Shogunate.

In late August 1861, Shanghai.

At the end of the Shen period, a gust of east wind blew over the Huangpu River and dispelled the heat.

Bai Siwen stood at the Shiliupu Wharf, and the vine box in his hand was almost blown away by the porter. The last time he came to Shanghai was more than a year ago. At that time, the tallest wooden building here was only three floors, and now the five-story brick buildings are lined up. On the surface of the river, a chimney of ironclad ships imitated from France's "Glorious" class was spraying black smoke.

Bai Siwen was attracted by a notice posted in the notice board - "Qiushi Academy recruits mechanical students, and scholars of rough math are preferred. There is a subsidy from the court, and two yuan of silver dollars a month."

Next to the notice that the red ink mud was not dry yet, a barefoot newspaper boy was squatting, and he was sorting out a stack of "Sheng". The front page title was: "The second five-year plan for the Kingdom of Heaven is progressing smoothly. As of June this year, there are 43 new steam silk reeling factories in the Southern Province. At present, there are very few technical workers in various places."

"It's shocking?" Consul Bashali's voice came from behind. The British man was holding an ivory cigarette holder and wearing a cool Chinese silk robe. "The raw silk exported in Shanghai last year is worth 7 million pounds!"

Bai Siwen was about to speak, but was shocked by the scene on the street - five children wearing tiger hats chased the maltose vendor, followed by a woman carrying a baby.

"Equalize the land, economic development, social stability, and the result of strict ban on infant drowning." Baxiali spit out the smoke ring. "Last year, more than 30,000 new babies were born in Shanghai alone. At this speed..." He suddenly fell silent because he saw Moore taking out a notebook and counting it there.

When Bashali approached, he heard him muttering: "A year increases by 5% and 10000... compound interest for thirty years..."

"What are you?" the British consul couldn't help asking.

Moore looked up and his eyes were like a cone behind the lens: "If the current population growth rate is maintained, by 1891, China will have a population of one billion."

Bashali's cigarette holder fell to the ground and only spit out of his mouth: "Yellow Peril!"

In the afternoon, at 3 o'clock in the Youth hour, the pavilion in the middle of the lake in Yuyuan.

Several cold meals were already placed on a round table. Luo Yaoguo greeted Moore and Bai Siwen to sit down. The Shanghai pocket watch hanging on his chest jingled. This was the first generation of product imitated by the Shanghai pocket watch factory that opened last year using British machine tools.

"I heard that North Korea plans to build a 500-mile railway this year, and will run through the Busan-Pyongyang railway line next year," Luo Yaoguo poured wine for Moore and Bai Siwen, and said with a smile, "In addition, the output of Pyongyang coalfield this year is expected to exceed 100,000 tons. The first Beise wheat furnace of Pyongyang Iron and Steel Plant will be put into production within the year. British miners have also discovered quite high-quality iron ore north of Pyongyang. Busan's shipyard has also launched an ironclad ship Karl Tianshi this year. You are truly worthy of being a Tianshi!"

Moore picked up the wine glass and tasted the dark red wine in the glass: "But North Korea is still not a working country. King Yang Dong has recently completed the invasion of Japan!"

"It's just two messes!" Luo Yaoguo smiled, "One mess is a mess, but two messes are not a mess? King Yang's path will never work. Even if Britain supports it, it will not work in the future. At that time, it may become a country of workers and a country of farmers."

Bai Siwen reminded him: "At that time, it may be the war in East Asia!"

Luo Yaoguo smiled indifferently: "After the war, thirty years later, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom cannot stop it. The Asahidharma Federation may also achieve 100 million! 1.1 billion people, is it possible to not have a big war? But the war in Europe may not take thirty years!"

"Europe?" Moore looked up at Luo Yaoguo, "King Wu, do you mean Russia will."

"It's not Russia. Russia is too backward and it's difficult to take that path in the short term." Luo Yaoguo looked at Moore seriously, "Teacher Carl, do you believe that a red France will appear in Europe in ten years?"

"Red France? How is this possible?" Bai Siwen shook his head repeatedly, "It was Napoleon III who ruled France!"

"Napoleon I was defeated!" Luo Yaoguo sneered, "What's more, Napoleon III? He is so easy to fight, it's not an exaggeration to lose once, right?"

Moore looked at Luo Yaoguo: "Who will be defeated?"

Luo Yaoguo smiled and said, "Defeated to your homeland. Prussia!"

"Defeated to Prussia?"

"Yes!" Luo Yaoguo nodded, "A crushing defeat!"
Chapter completed!