Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"Sixty thousand?" "So many?" The staff officers in the big tent were also surprised at this number. They knew that the Dragon Lord was progressing smoothly, but who would have thought that it would reach such a stage?

Jin Yandiao laughed and said, "Don't mention it, a portion of the sixty thousand young and strong people are survivors from the East bank of the Wusuli River. Those people have all hated the Russian to the bone since long ago.

"Only Bighead remains on the west side of Wusuli River, in other words, in the northeast region. The people outside the city have wild and straightforward personalities, and they admire the good guys … The Dragon Lord was born to be a big shot in the martial arts world, her reputation was well-deserved, and once in a while she would take action to reveal some of her skills, causing all the beards and hair on the outside to be completely dumbfounded.

"And the locals are more direct... "It's not that the people have no conscience, it's just that we can't do it as soldiers. In our entire lives, we've never seen soldiers who eat, pay for food, and live in houses. Not only that, we don't want to ruin the women's lives, we even help them work …"

"The key point is that these soldiers are actually all made up of scholars. Apart from the Fusang soldiers, all the other Chinese soldiers are actually studying! "Damn it, even the Elementary Scholars have gone to work in this army. If we don't go with them, wouldn't we be like tigers?"

Jin Yandiao learned the accent of the commoners outside the closed doors, and learnt it perfectly, in exchange for a loud laughter inside the big tent.

Xiao Letian nodded his head, "That's right, in the vast world of China, the people's respect for scholars and intellectuals comes from their blood, Dragon Lord's move was very beautiful!"

"Actually, no amount of money given to the local citizens would be as good as opening an obligatory literacy class. The Heaven and Earth Sovereign's personal teacher, the teacher is one of the top students! "One day as a teacher, one day as a lifetime as a father. Those who learn how to read and understand from our hands, will follow us forever and ever!"

"Ai …" Who told that impotent court not to do these things? They won't do it to us! In such a cold and bitter place outside the city, even eating would become a problem. No one would be willing to promote compulsory education! "

"If they don't want to educate us, then we Chinese will. I don't care if he is from Orenechun, or Narcissus, or maybe from Mongolian. As long as they want to learn, we will teach them." The children that we teach will be close to us for the rest of their lives! "

"Yes, that's right! The Dragon Lord's experience will be written in the military rules and written in the Chinese Statute Book s. This will be the foundation of our future national policy! "

The mood in the tent immediately became agitated. People put down their lunchboxes and started whispering. There were even people who were taking notes on this conversation. Jin Yandiao and his wife never thought that the matter of him reporting to the Prime Minister would be so important, to be written inside the Chinese Statute Book.

Although he wasn't the one who started this policy, he was still a messenger. As long as his name was recorded in the meeting minutes, it was destined to be recorded in history.

Just as everyone was discussing the feasibility of promoting compulsory education to the military, the curtain to the military tent was opened. A guard holding up a light rain reported, "Reporting to Prime Minister! "The captives have been cleaned. Would you like to bring them in?"

Xiao Letian nodded and said, "Bring him in, prepare three sets of tableware, let's not abuse the captives too!"

Molière was pushed in, his lips were already white from the cold, he had not changed his clothes even after the battles these few days, and even more so, there was nowhere to bathe in, the mud, blood, and sea water soaked his entire body, coupled with the shovelful of horse manure that Jin Yandiao had fed him, it made him extremely smelly.

This kind of person did not dare to show them to the Prime Minister, so they stopped smoking. The group of guards brought the three of them to a small stream and forced them to take off their clothes and bathe in it with bayonets.

This was simply the most humiliating day of Molière's life. A group of barbarians from the East had used bayonets to force the three of them to strip, and there were even dozens of people surrounding him, jeering and whistling. He was just like one of the lowliest prostitutes in Paris, being watched.

What was even more shameful was that the Chinese Army army reporter had actually used a camera to record everything. Molière really wanted to die, at that moment, he really wanted to die.

Bath, brush your teeth, change your clothes... When the three captives appeared in front of Xiao Letian, their bodies actually reeked of the faint scent of soap.

"Sit down!" Are you hungry? " Xiao Letian didn't wait for Molière's reply and immediately pushed the meat broth and bread over. "This isn't a French broth, it's a soup I created myself, but the bread's method is very similar to the stick, it's very crispy after being roasted, eat more …"

Molière looked at Xiao Letian fiercely. This was the second time he had seen Xiao Letian's true appearance, and both times was when he was a prisoner. The first time was when he was captured in Tanggu. Xiao Letian was his nemesis!

took the lunchbox and coldly said, "A dignified Prime Minister of the Hua Clan, I think you shouldn't have poisoned him, thank you!"

"Why don't you tell me English? I've just started learning French and German, so I'm not very good at it!" Xiao Letian laughed and turned around to ask the guard for a bottle of rum, and poured a cup for each of the three captives.

"You guys drink, I'm fighting! Drinking is not allowed with military discipline!"

Molière did not waste time talking, he poured all his energy into eating prawns, abalones, lambs, beef, and so on. When he choked the most, he raised his head and drank half a cup of wine, forcefully pushing down the food.

After finishing the wine, Molière did not hold back and pushed the empty cup in front of Xiao Letian, meaning that he still needed a cup, and he also wanted Xiao Letian to pour him a cup.

Luo Huo was so angry that he was about to hit him. "You little bastard, I gave you face, yet you don't want it anymore …" Xiao Letian immediately raised his hand to stop Luo Huo's fist.

He smiled and poured himself another glass of wine. "Drink it!" You haven't had a proper meal in three days, right? Don't worry, I have enough! "

After eating two boxes of thick soup, a big piece of bread and two cups of strong alcohol, Molière finally regained his spirit. He sneered as he watched the empty wine cup in Xiao Letian's hand swirl back and forth.

"Rules?" Don't drink? You, Xiao Letian, are now the real emperor of China, don't you have privileges? " Molière's face was filled with disdain: Forget it, I'm also from a noble family, I have seen many more kings than you, how would I not know what kind of life they are in?

"Pretend not in front of me, and don't put on an act in front of your men! Who can you fool? " The ridicule and provocation in Molière's words were extremely obvious.

The people in the tent were furious. They thought to themselves, "This bastard is already a prisoner, yet he's still so dishonest?" A venomous tongue had to be pulled out for him!

However, Xiao Letian was not angered, he laughed and shook his head: "I know you have a strong tongue, but still, you are still a bit lacking compared to me, don't be too smart with me, I will not be angered by you, furthermore, you do not understand the feelings of us Chinese, if you could stir up a conflict with us, how could we have done so many miracles on our way here?"