Australian Storm 1876

  Chapter 478 One Thing Drops One Thing

  In a quiet Japanese garden

"Mr. Sato, I'm afraid I have to remind you for good intentions. Our main fleet stranded in Nagasaki Port is extremely expensive. You will be responsible for all the expenses incurred during the negotiation, which is probably... 16,000 per day. Many pounds."

  He Fang thought about it for a moment, and said an amazing number.

When Sato Yohei was shocked, he bowed and saluted humbly, and said, "Commander-in-chief, my country is very poor, and I really can’t afford such a high cost of garrisoning. Please raise your hands high. To make up for your loss, please!"

"I can't help it. I can't take this money out of my pockets to cover it for you." He Fang spreads his hands pretendingly helpless. He is a lion with a big mouth and wants to make more money for the Borneo fleet. , Even building two more cruisers is good; "In fact, after the attack on the sailors, we have repeatedly reminded you to be cautious in your words and deeds and try our best to promote the government’s ratification of the treaty, so as to prevent the situation from deteriorating to the point where it cannot be added. The Qi incident is a disaster that neither of us wants to see."

  Speaking of which

He sighed long, his expression turned stern and continued; "Well... the new peace treaty must be signed as soon as possible without any conditions. There are only two ways before you. Accept or not, no one wants to see. The worst scene happened. During the international mediation, Sir Henry, the British diplomat, had already threatened to bomb Tokyo. I think you also understand the serious consequences of not signing the peace treaty. I don’t want the thousand-year-old capital to be destroyed by war, but this It takes both of us to meet each other halfway and make a wise decision. There is not much time left for you."

  This is a naked threat!

Sato Yohei was full of humiliation and powerlessness, and he could only bow deeply again, and said, "I'm really sorry for causing you trouble, and the Cabinet of Ministers conveys my sincerest greetings to you through me. In view of the huge disputes, Relevant peace treaties need to be submitted to His Majesty’s Imperial Conference. Please allow more time..."

"No, you don't have time. The international mediation has clear regulations on the ceasefire time. You only have 15 days to choose to accept or reject. Now it has been several days. No, I can only take the combined fleet to Tokyo Bay for a trip. At that time, it will not be the current situation. The amount of war compensation can easily be in the tens of millions of yen. If the situation continues to deteriorate, we will not rule out the option of including civilian targets in the scope of the attack. Please pay close attention to this point. All consequences conceited."

"Your Excellency Commander, please extinguish the thunderous anger, I will report to Tokyo immediately, requesting that a decision be made as soon as possible." Sato Yohei bowed deeply again, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said kindly; I am extremely ashamed. I have ordered the Governor of Nagasaki Prefecture, Kobayashi Masaji, to select 1,000 women with innocent and good looks and send them to the army for enjoyment. I specially prepared 50 ladies for the Commander. Please be forgiving. Some time."

  "How can 1,000 women be enough? At least 3,000 people. Is there any problem with this?" He Fang shook his head. If it was an innocent woman, he wouldn't mind giving the officers and soldiers a benefit, and each would send one.

  Anyway, I don’t need money. Fusang is a place with barren resources and a large population. Men don’t look like three inches, but women are really good.

   Gentle and considerate personality, regardless of swearing and obedience, everything in life is man-centered, doing things with diligence and hard work, it is simply the best female treatment or wife, don’t do it in vain.

"Hmm..." Sato Youbei just looked embarrassed, and saw your commander's face become gloomy again, and a jealous spirit in his heart was so scared that he quickly agreed; Three thousand innocent women are selected to present the army, and 100 beauties will be presented to the commander alone. I hope that the two sides will make the best of the Qin and Jin Dynasties."

   "Yes..." He nodded in satisfaction.

He is 40 years old, and the black beard fluttering under his jaw looks elegant and refined. He has very little demand for beauties. Most of these 100 beauties have to be taken back. The best selections are dedicated to the Red Fort, and the rest are Distributed to colleagues in the military and political circles, after all, it is considered a specialty of Fusang, isn't it?

  In today's era, there is no concept of equality between men and women. In Fusang, the status of women is also extremely low. Those poor fishermen who have no means of life can be bought and given away by the wealthy and wealthy.

  If not

  There will not be tens of millions of Nanyang sisters traveling across the oceans to go abroad to use their bodies to earn wealth for the Fusang country. This is simply unimaginable in Europe and Australia.

  In front of Commander He Fang, Sato Yobei was extremely humble, nodded and bowed to the best of flattery, and finally won the commander’s website and promised to help him with a few words in front of British Minister Sir Henry.

  When leaving this manor

  Sato Yohei got into the carriage with complicated eyes, and looked back at the quaint eaves building with a sigh. He knew that it was not a question of whether to sign a treaty, but a question of when.

  Faced with the threat of British Minister Sir Henry’s bombardment of Tokyo, His Majesty, who had been a tough attitude, was silent, the cabinet collectively misfired, the tune of public opinion was also reduced a lot, and the wind direction quietly changed.

  The government appeared to eulogize the British, and strongly criticized the reckless behavior of the anti-barbarian groups, believing that this is the source of all disasters, and not killing is not enough for civilians to indignation.

  Fusang is a little daughter-in-law whose heart is higher than the sky and life is thinner than paper. In the cracks of the great powers, she is flattering and smiling, just to obtain a limited space for survival and development.

  Every time I think about this, Sato Rightbei always feels tears and tears...

  Remember more than twenty years ago

  Current Cabinet Prime Minister Mr. Ito Hirofumi and himself are passionate young people, hostile to everything from the West, and always want to do something vigorously.

  The second year of Bunjiu (1862) on the night of December 12

A dozen people with lofty ideals, including Ito and Yohei Sato, Genrui Kusaka, Shinsaku Takasugi, sneaked around the newly built British Embassy in Shinagawa Gotenyama, and set fire to the woods of the British mansion. This group of young people indulged in the enthusiasm of the barbarian. Now watch It's so naive to come.

   More than 20 years later, the British Empire is still a world-dominant power. One of its dominions, Queensland, can beat Fusang’s navy to the north. The original gap has not narrowed, but widened. This is a harsh truth.

  It’s not too late to know the shame and be brave.

  Sato Youhei can only comfort himself with this famous Chinese saying, thinking about how to write to Tokyo, and expressing the advantages and disadvantages. It is the best policy to sign a peace treaty as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will easily slip into an uncontrollable state.

  At that time, the anger of the people can drown everything...

  The carriage drove along the street. Since the initial curfew was lifted, the flow of people in the city has gradually returned to normal. However, judging from the faces of the wooden shops burnt down along the street, it will take time for Nagasaki to resume its former prosperity.

  By the pier

  You can see some local people spontaneously preparing to worship with incense candles. This has become a different kind of scenery in the city. Maybe it is to cherish the memory of the Fuso soldiers who died in the naval battle, or worship the powerful exotic iron-clad battleships. It seems so weird.

The huge and majestic hulls of the three heavy cruisers "Qinglong", "White Tiger" and "Xuanwu" are quietly moored by the dock. People are in awe.

The Queensland soldier with live ammunition wore an Australian-style large-brimmed hat on his head, a simple and neat military uniform, and a shiny long leather boots. He carried Mauser 1871 rifles behind his back and patrolled the quayside, stepping on the flagstones neatly. On the road, there is a different kind of heroic demeanor.

  The difference between these Queensland Chinese and Qing people is that they have their long braids cut off. Everyone’s face is filled with pride and confidence, so they look extraordinarily energetic and energetic.

  Is this the Queensland infantry who just arrived?

   is really enviable!

  Through the narrow carriage window, Sato Yohei saw these energetic young soldiers on duty along the street. The surrounding Nagasaki people stood aside from afar, saluting the armed patrols passing by, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

  As an elite figure in the Fuso country, Sato's ambitions in this life are consistent with those of Prime Minister Ito Hirobumi, the real power figure in the military, Yutomo Yamagata, and others. That is to work hard for the rise of the Fuso country. It seems that this road is hard and tortuous and long.

The carriage returned to the traditional Japanese house. Sato Youhei got down from the carriage and entered the courtyard with a cold face. The governor of Nagasaki Prefecture like Lin Zheng and others were waiting under the cherry tree. Seeing him walking along the way, it fell like wheat. Next, all bowed and saluted; "I will cause you trouble when I welcome Master Sato back home."

   "Baga, you thieves who have harmed the country and the people should kill yourself in order to thank the people."

   "I am waiting to realize that I am guilty, so I hereby ask for it."

  At this moment, Sato Rightbei was like a lion patrolling his own territory, striding forward to them and scrutinizing it with stern eyes. The opposing opponent couldn't help but bowed his head in shame.

   "Papa... why don't you **** die?" Seeing Nagasaki Prefecture Governor Kobayashi Masaji with hatred and anger, Sato Sato slapped him with a bow from left to right and slapped him in the face.

   "Hayi, please forgive me."

  Kobayashi was standing straight, and he did not dare to resist. Two bright red palm prints appeared on the fleshy white cheeks, and he was beaten up and trembling.

   "Asshole, you're a **** **** too, slap..." Sato Yohei looked for another unlucky ghost again, and slapped his hands with two loud slaps.

   "Hayi, I'm causing you trouble."

   "Ba Ga Ya Road! Pop..."

  Sato Youbei attacked all the way aggressively, and none of the slapped barbarian bureaucrats who had slapped the face dared to hide, and he took it with his cheeks abruptly.

  Maybe this will make them feel better in their guilty hearts.

Sato Youbei hates and angers these powerful Tibetan forces, but the means that can restrain the other party are very limited. Even if they are ordered to cesarean and commit suicide to thank the people, they will still come to power from these local powerful Tibetan forces. There is no truth. The slightest change.

  In Fuso Country

  The strong local vassal powers with a long heritage are extremely powerful, and their relationships are intertwined. They penetrate deeply into the local government, economy, military, and police.

  The rule of the Shogunate in the Edo period has just fallen for more than 20 years. His Majesty’s prestige has not yet been established throughout the country. Today’s imperial sect is just a small shoot. Tokyo’s governance of the Japanese archipelago still needs the assistance of various local powerful vassals.

  Without deep background strength, wanting to be the governor of Nagasaki Prefecture is purely dreaming of Qingqiu.

  This is also the real reason why people like Kobayashi Shoji have caused such a catastrophe and are still able to live well.

  The price of trial and error is too low, and it is Fusang Country that has paid a heavy loss.

  (End of this chapter)