Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The darkness of the night had enveloped the Ryukyu and Na Ba. The number one port in East Asia had completely fallen into a wave of collective anxiety tonight.

The port had been sealed off, and sentries had been posted on the streets of the city. Although all recreational areas were not closed, there were still police officers guarding the entrance. No one knew what they were guarding.

Militia and police squadrons patrolled the streets, rarely abandoning rattan cards and short rods and equipping rifles that had been eliminated by the military. Bright bayonets shone brightly against the gas lamps.

Ryukyu was currently in a state of curfew. When night fell, the citizens would return to their respective districts and only move about in a limited number of areas.

You can go drink and eat, you can go have tea and chat, you can go to the theatre and the brothel and no one will watch you, but it will all be within the neighborhood where you live, which means that your face must be well-known to the police and the militia, and if you cross the block and let the police, who are unfamiliar with you, see you, it will be more or less a problem.

The Half Curfew Curfew Order was officially issued by Wang Huaiyuan at nine in the morning. As soon as this order was spread throughout the city, the hearts of the citizens had already reached their throats, and many people who understood what was going on whispered to each other.

"There must be a war, definitely a war. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a curfew. This is to prevent enemy spies from leaking news …"

"Then why not just ban people from the street? "Big brother, please tell us more about it!"

"Of course not! The six hundred thousand people in the city, can't they eat and drink? All of them have been blocked by a curfew, let's not starve to death … "

"Also, this is a method to stabilize the human heart. The entire curfew will make the people nervous, and if this person gets nervous, he will easily let his imagination run wild. At that time, there might be some rumors spreading around, have you forgotten the time when the French sneaked an attack on the Ryukyu?" "We just suffered from rumors …"

When they thought back to the scene of the French Fleet bombarding that Tyrant, they felt like they were in another world.

Some of the elders in the crowd gave a long sigh and said, "That's right!" "In the past, the ten French wooden battleships were able to block that Tyrannay Bay and fire their cannons. At that time, other than the head cannon being a little dangerous for the enemy, the other cannons weren't able to suppress that group of Frenchmen at all …"

"That person died!" Wu Yang's … Why was there a bronze statue of a mother protecting her child outside the Boss Mi's shop? That was the mother and son who were trampled to death in the event of the people panicking in the city! "Sin, it really is sin!"

The sculpture of the Guardian Mother was personally ordered by Xiao Letian to be forged by him at the scene of the tragedy. The spies from the French battleship and the Qing Dynasty were instigated by Gong Banlun to commit a great sin.

They attacked the grain depot, releasing false news of the prime minister's death and issuing rumours about the shortage of goods … All kinds of malicious schemes had caused the newly independent Ryukyu Kingdom to fall into a state of chaos. At that time, even Shang Tai himself had come out of the palace to comfort the people, and the results were not good.

Mi Fei, Boss Mi! At that time, the second ranked mega-merchant in East Asia was only an ordinary merchant who dominated the Ryukyu.

His grain store had been robbed by the people. Of course, there were many spies in the crowd, and the blame did not rest with the people. But the final act of looting and trampling was, after all, the sin of the people.

During that stampede, a mother and child were trampled into meat paste, and countless people were injured.

Xiao Letian, who was extremely angry after the battle, paid a huge sum of money to invite the Italian sculptor. Using this story, she created this bronze statue outside Mi Fei's shop on the street.

The frightened child seemed to have already seen the death god waving at him, but the child's eyes were still staring at his mother's face. His little hands subconsciously grabbed onto his mother's breasts, as if he wanted to drink some milk before he died.

The sculptor's skill was superb, the child's expression and eyes held both the fear of death and the absolute trust and security of the mother. The child seemed to know that danger was approaching, but the child naturally believed that nothing could hurt him as long as he was in the mother's arms.

Her mother's expression became even more detailed. She had already given up all hope. She was surrounded by the stampede of her big feet. She already knew that she would not be able to escape. He and her son were both going to die here.

But before her mother died, she had to protect her child. Not only her child's body, she had to protect his soul, so she had to smile. She had to give her son, who was on the verge of death, a sense of security.

If she was destined to die here, her mother also hoped that her son would leave the world in that sense of security, and not fear that her mother would be there.

After this statue was sculpted, almost everyone who experienced the trampling howled and cried. Some people even wanted to apologize with their lives! Who could bear the condemnation that assaulted the human soul? The purest of human emotions, the love between mother and son, was like a whip that lashed deep into everyone's soul.

At the very bottom of the sculpture was carved the words of Xiao Letian. "In the midst of a snowstorm, every snowflake thinks that they are innocent!"

The elder wiped away his tears. Ever since he had talked about the sculpture of his mother and son, the topic had become incomparably depressing and depressing.

At this time, a boy wearing a high school uniform suddenly walked in front of everyone. He said in a serious tone, "It's precisely because we Chinese have experienced countless hardships that we are getting stronger and stronger …"

"In the past, ten French sail battleship, those kind of old wooden battleships could make our Ryukyu fall into a state of chaos. Not to mention the countless number of casualties, there was even a tragedy of us harming ourselves …"

"But today? Dozens of the most advanced Iron-armored battleship s from the Russian Expeditionary Force had a troop of over thirty thousand strong, yet they did not dare to approach our city … They actually avoided us! "

"Why is that? It's because we are strong that we have made the enemy afraid! "

"Rather than immerse ourselves in the grief of the past, it would be better to think about what we should do! Thousands of years ago, the French army was able to force the entire city into a state of siege, but now, thirty thousand Russia ships are worth only a limited number of curfew.

"This is because our Chinese people are not only strong with the guns in our hands, our Chinese people are also strong with our hearts! We are no longer the sands of the past that only know how to be selfish and only know how to protect the interests of our own small families! "

"Right now, we are able to stand on the interests of our entire tribe. This means that we have already condensed the spirit core of our Chinese race!"