I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 397 Paris Hearings
Today's Paris is extremely lively. Representatives from various countries from the Angel Alliance walked into the venue talking and laughing.

Their harmonious appearance does not show that they were still fighting to death some time ago. With their appearance, some people may believe that they are partners for many years.

Representatives from various countries came here today, not to attend a party, nor to participate in any social aristocratic party, but to participate in a hearing.

This hearing was jointly organized by France and Britain, and the participants were representatives of various forces in various countries.

Joan of Arc is the chief official of this meeting.

In this hearing, the content of the meeting is only one.

That is, whether to unite with the Alliance of Allah to fight against the evil Ming Empire.

The reason for this hearing is that Omurad, the leader of the Alliance of Allah, came to the west and hoped to invite them to fight against Ming Dynasty.

At first, the Angel Alliance didn't want to pay attention to it. After all, Ottoman's strength seriously threatened the entire West.

They didn't want to help the opponent defeat Da Ming, and then the opponent beat them back.

For the entire West, the dead Ottoman Empire is the good Ottoman Empire.

But when Omurad told the current situation of the Alliance of Allah and the powerful strength of Ming Dynasty, as well as the persuasion of Joan of Arc.

After consideration, the leaders of the two alliances, Britain and France, decided to hold a hearing to listen to the opinions of other countries, and finally voted by show of hands to determine whether to join forces with the Alliance of Allah to fight against the evil Ming from the East.

"Ms. Joan, thank you for your help. Without you, I am afraid this hearing would not have happened."

In the preparation room of the venue, Omurad, who was dressed in full attire, thanked Joan of Arc next to him, who was in men's attire, who was accompanying him.

Joan of Arc smiled slightly, shook her head and said, "You don't have to thank me, I did this for my country."

"After all, if you fail, we face Da Ming alone, and it is very difficult to have a chance of winning."

"Haha, no matter what, I still want to thank you."

"Mr. Aumurad, are you ready? The representatives of various countries have arrived."

While the two were talking, the King of France came in and interrupted their friendly exchange.

The King of France did not like this guy who came to pray.

After all they had just come out of war and reclaimed their lost land, and this nasty guy was going to pull them in again.

If Joan of Arc hadn't been telling him about Da Ming's threats, he would have kicked this guy out of his country without hesitation.

"Of course!"

Aumurad, who also knew that the French king disliked him, nodded with a smile.

The French king shrugged, "Okay then, I look forward to your speech. I hope you can convince the representatives of various countries to help you resist Ming Dynasty together."

"Mr. King, don't help us, but help the whole Western world."

Hearing what the other party said, Omurad was very upset, and reminded the other party that he was not asking for help, but was helping the West to realize the horror of Daming in advance.

The King of France curled his lips. He felt that this guy was scaremongering.

In the West, apart from the Portuguese country being attacked some time ago, during this period of time Daming did not attack them at all.

It can be seen from this that the huge ocean makes Da Ming helpless against their West, so their West is still safe for the time being, and it is definitely not as serious as this guy said.

But since Joan of Arc thinks he is right, so what to listen to, after all, Joan of Arc is the hero who saved the whole of France and helped him a lot. He doesn't want his hero to lose his favor because of these things.

The French king spread his hands and pointed to the noisy hall, "Whether it's helping you or helping us, you don't want to convince me before that, but the gentlemen outside."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to Aumurad, nodded to Joan of Arc, and walked out of the door gracefully.

"He's always been like this, good luck!"

Joan smiled apologetically at Omurad, said a word of blessing, and walked out.

"call!"

Looking at the empty preparation room, Omurad took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Whether he can save the Ottoman Empire and stop Da Ming's progress depends on whether his words today can impress these people.

Suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, Omurad tidied up a little, picked up the manuscript he had been preparing for several days, and strode towards the front hall.

And when Omurad walked out, the lecture hall was also very lively. Representatives of former enemies were sitting and chatting eagerly at this moment, bursting out into ear-splitting laughter from time to time.

Of course, the main content of today's hearing is also unavoidable.

One of the very gentlemanly fat men took a sip of the wine in his hand, shook his head and tasted it, and then looked at the thin man next to him.

"Your Excellency William, I don't know what you think of today's hearing."

The thin man named William, who was eating snacks next to him, sneered when he heard the fat man's question.

"How else can we think about it? The reason why the Ottoman Empire asked us was not because they were beaten by Da Ming and had no strength to fight back."

"I've heard that the Ottoman 10,000+ main army was wiped out by Ming in Ankara, and even in Otchiben, the Ottoman general who was advertised as a miraculous general, was killed there. I heard that their heads were all cut off. Hang it on the opponent's military flag."

"Poor guy, may God bless his soul to return to heaven."

"puff!"

What the skinny William said made the fat man spit out the wine from his mouth.

"Mr. William, you may have forgotten that the Ottomans believe in Allah, and our God can't control them."

"Oh, is that so?" The thin William was surprised, and shrugged when he saw the fat man nodded seriously, "Oh, that's a pity, I hope their Allah can defeat the gods of the East, otherwise his soul , may be cruelly punished.”

"Hahaha…"

The humorous words of the skinny William made the fat man laugh again, and the people next to him who heard the conversation between the two couldn't help but also burst out laughing.

"Although what Mr. William said is very interesting, it can be seen from these things that Daming is indeed very powerful."

"Let's not talk about anything else, if we were to face the 10,000+ elite soldiers of the Ottoman Empire, would we be able to win?"

"If we use the same force to face the same Ming army, how long can we last, or how miserable we will lose."

While everyone was laughing, an old man with a white beard sitting behind didn't laugh, but poured cold water on it.

William, who was laughing, frowned. His words were refuted, and William turned his head to look at the old man with white beard unhappily.

"Mr. Joels, I don't know what will happen if I use the same army to face Daming, but at least I won't lose so badly, and I won't let my head hang on the opponent's military flag."

"Humph!"

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, and said contemptuously: "Yes, you won't lose so badly, and your head won't be hung on the military flag by the opponent, because you will surrender."

"Marfak!"

As soon as the words came out, William Slim stood up angrily, pointed at the old man with white beard and yelled, "Joels, you bloody bastard, Viking's dirty pirate, what right do you have to laugh at me, you bloody bastard, If it weren't for your age, I would use your blood to wash away your shame on me."

"Hehehe..."

The white-bearded old man just responded with a sneer to William Slim's clamor.

"Fake, don't pull me, I'm going to cut him down."

Seeing that instead of apologizing, the old man continued to taunt with his expression, Skinny William became furious, drew the sword from his waist, and wanted to fight the other party desperately.

"Okay, Mr. William, he is so old, it is not an honor for you to defeat him. What he said just now is just old-fashioned and nonsense. Don't take it to heart."

The fat man next to him desperately grabbed the skinny William.

He is not so kind, but the old man with the white beard is an ally of their country. If he sits and watches the duel between the two of them and ignores it, if the old man dies, he will not be able to explain it when he goes back.

"Mr. Joels, for my sake and for God's sake."

While holding the thin William, the fat man was also winking at the old man Joels.

Glancing at the representatives of the allied countries, the old man didn't say anything else, nodded and ignored the clamoring William, and looked elsewhere.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the old man turned his head away, William didn't continue to provoke. He gave the old man a vicious look, snorted coldly, and sat back on the chair under the fat man's comfort.

"Damn it, if you hadn't pulled me just now, I would have killed him."

"Yes, yes, I have heard of your sword skills. He is definitely not your opponent. Well, that guy Osman is here. Don't let this guy see our joke."

The fat man, who was comforting by the side, saw the two leading countries, Britain and France, come out, followed by the king of the Ottoman Empire, Omurad, who repeatedly comforted the thin William and kept his demeanor.

"Gentlemen, it is an honor to preside over this hearing."

Joan of Arc stood in the first place, first gave a knight salute to everyone, and then said slowly:

"Today's meeting has only one content, and that is whether to unite with the Alliance of Allah to fight against Ming who has begun to extend the devil's claws to the west."

"Next, Mr. Aumurad, I will tell you about the strength of Ming Dynasty and the threat that Ming Dynasty will pose to the West."

"After the preaching, we will hold a vote to decide whether we will unite with the Alliance of Allah to fight against the evil Ming from the East."

After finishing the meeting, Joan of Arc nodded to the waiting Almurad, and sat down beside the King of France.

"Good morning, gentlemen, I am Omurad, King of the Ottoman Empire."

As soon as Omurad came on stage, he made a simple self-introduction.

Omurad spoke Latin, because the once powerful Holy Roman Empire was the overlord of the entire West, so almost all representatives from various countries could understand Latin.

Hearing this introduction, many representatives of various countries below showed contempt in their eyes.

There is nothing more disgraceful than a king running to ask for help.

Omurad naturally saw the gaze below, and he didn't make any statement about it, nor did he show any angry expression.

As a king, if he doesn't even have this bit of tolerance, then he doesn't have to mess around.

"Gentlemen, before I speak, I have a good news and a bad news."

The people below raised their eyebrows, thinking in their minds, based on the relationship between the two parties, the good news the other party said might be bad news, and the bad news they said might not be good news.

"Let me start with the bad news."

A heavy expression appeared on Aumurad's face, and in the teasing eyes of some people below, he said slowly: "I regret to inform you that before the beginning of spring, my ally, my partner Timur Empire, has already It was destroyed by Daming."

As soon as this remark came out, the expressions of most of the people below were stunned.

Obviously, they did not receive news in this regard.

And those who are not surprised by this obviously already know the news.

"And I can still be here and tell you a worse news."

Seeing the expressions of the people below, Omurad planned to release a more explosive news.

"It took less than half a year for the Timurid Empire to fall from being invaded by the Ming Dynasty."

"In other words, it took Daming less than half a year to destroy the mighty Timurid Empire."

"hiss!"

Sure enough, as soon as the news was announced, the representatives of the various countries below all showed shocked expressions.

They are clear about the strength of the Timur Empire. Although it is not as powerful as Timur was when he was alive, it is not a small power of a cat or a dog.

In less than half a year, he was beaten by Da Ming. One can only imagine how powerful Da Ming is.

"Gentlemen, you may not know that Daming's army to attack Timur was less than 1/10 of the country."

"In other words, the Ming Dynasty defeated the Timurid Empire with less than 1/10 of the army."

"Everyone think about it, if Daming uses a stronger force, such as 5/10, or 8/10 of the army to attack you, how long can you and your country last?"

As soon as this question was raised, the representatives of various countries frowned. They thought about it seriously and found that let alone the 5/10 or 8/10 army, even the 1/10 army that attacked Timur, their country It may not be able to stop it.

Although they are arrogant, they still have a certain amount of strength in their hearts.

"Mr. Omurad, this is really bad news, so we need to hear good news from you."

Slender William, who was indifferent at first, turned serious after hearing the bad news.

"Good sir, I hope the good news I tell you will bring you joy."

Seeing that the bad news he had brought had already attracted attention, Omurad didn't say anything more.

After all, his speech has not yet started, and what he just said is just an appetizer.

Looking at the people looking down at him, Omurad took a deep breath with a relaxed expression on his face.

"The good news is that before the collapse of the Timur Empire, the leader of Ming Dynasty, the emperor named Zhu Di, died of illness in Tbilisi."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of many people below lit up.

According to their knowledge, if the king is dead, there will be chaos for a while, and it will even become a low-level country due to the loss of strength.

If what Aumurad said is true, then the Ming Dynasty in the east may have fallen into civil strife now, and princes and powerful forces are probably all vying for that position.

There is no time in the future. Before Da Ming has determined the right to rule, he may not have the heart and energy to invade them.

But before they could be happy about it, Omurad's next words made their complexions instantly ugly.

(End of this chapter)