Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

In the dusty streets of Port Said, La Ku walked around in a daze as if he had lost his soul. He did not know where he was going, and even the world in his eyes had become empty.

Everyone was avoiding this dejected Counsellor, regardless of whether it was the civilians or the military, they were all pointing at him from behind.

La Ku's mental realm had collapsed, Ferdinand's scolding caused him to wake up from his stupor, it turned out that the British did not side with the Chinese people, but instead the Chinese people were using the pressure of the Chinese people to oppress him.

What was wrong with him? La Ku only understood everything after he reached the outskirts. Everything was because of his own fear and greed.

Fear had wreaked havoc in his own hands. Fear had shouldered a responsibility that he had never dared to imagine. Fear that the war would break out in an unstoppable manner.

And greed, the promise of a greedy viscount, the position of a future minister, and even more so the rich oil of the Canal Company. In order to protect everything, La Ku didn't even dare to fight against the Chinese people.

Fear and greed had made him lose his rational judgment and fall into the trap of the Chinese. Who could he blame?

Standing on the empty beach, he could faintly hear the excited cheers in the distance as countless ships from the United Fleet were docked at anchor on the northeast side of the sea.

"Are they laughing at me? "It must be …"

Inside the inside pocket of the suit was a gun passed down in the La Ku Family. This was a fireball that was decorated with gold and silver stripes, and could be shot with one hand. In the 17th and 18th century, this kind of weapon was the main weapon used for Gentlemen Battle.

The history of this spear could be directly traced back to La Ku's great grandfather. He heard from his clan members that his great grandfather had used this spear to fight against other people, and that he had been victorious in every battle. Three people who overestimated themselves had died on this spear.

This was the clan's symbol of glory, but today, La Ku had completely destroyed the clan's glorious inheritance. This family heirloom had become La Ku's weapon of punishment.

Pouring the black gunpowder into his mouth, La Ku compressed it with the entire stick. After stuffing the lead bullet in, the entire piece was stuffed shut, the heavy and heavy gun was in his mouth, La Ku's eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm sorry, my wife, my little Sandy... I must die, only then will I be able to calm the anger in French Emperor … "

"Only when I die would my life become a tool used by the France to boost the morale of the troops. Only then would the Emperor chase me and call me a hero …"

"My death can wash away my sins and obtain the forgiveness of the French Emperor. Only in this way can I give you two a better life. "Then what awaits me is not just the judgement, but the whole family!"

"May God bless you all, and tell French Emperor, I was forced to death by Xiao Letian! Use my life to motivate the army, and let the flames of hatred burn on the land of France … "

"Revenge!"

Bang After the dull sound of gunfire, a tea-bowl-sized hole appeared in the back of La Ku's head, and blood started to gush out.

The corpse fell heavily onto the beach, fresh blood flowing into the Mediterranean Sea like a small stream. Three minutes later, the figure of a group of soldiers appeared in the middle of the city.

"Counsellor... Counsellor! Your Excellency, the Minister, has summoned you … "

"La Ku... Counsellor La Ku... The lord viscount is no longer angry, and has summoned you to discuss some matters … "

"Oh …" God! La Ku committed suicide … "

A group of soldiers surrounded him with a boom. Everything in front of him was extremely shocking. His corpse was lying on the beach, and the waves of the ocean were hitting his head, causing blood to gush into the sea.

On the beach beside the corpse, there was a line of shocking 'Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! "The martyr, La Ku!"

Everyone was silent. They were even ashamed of the way they pushed away the responsibility, did the responsibility of the crisis in the canal belong to La Ku alone? Aren't we responsible?

When the Chinese aggressively landed to denounce their crimes, when they puffed up their chests and challenged the armies of the France, who ever took action? No one wants to take responsibility, no one wants the counselor to take all the blame.

Now, since La Ku had shouldered all the sins by himself, everyone could finally push away the responsibilities … However, why does my heart hurt so much? It felt like my heart was being cut by a knife.

When Fei Dinanzijue heard the news of La Ku committing suicide, he screamed miserably and his entire body fainted on the bed.

The doctor saved Lord Viscount for half an hour before he woke up. When he woke up, the first thing he did was to cry, crying nonstop.

La Ku was a loyal disciple who had followed his words for close to ten years. Just now, he had only scolded him out of excitement, but in the end, he regretted it in less than half an hour.

Ferdinand was very clear that the real responsibility for this matter lay with him, because he had made the entire plan to ambush the Zhiyuan Warship.

If he did not succeed in making his own plan, he would blame La Ku for doing bad things to him.

Most importantly, La Ku had followed him for all these years, and he had never trained him to take charge of himself. Now that he suddenly dropped such a heavy burden on him, how could he not be confused?

Of course, Ferdinand's sickness was also the main reason he was in such a state of disarray, if it was a normal situation where he was healthy, he wouldn't lose control and curse his disciple like this.

It was precisely because of the vomiting and diarrhea that made him so dispirited that he lost control of his emotions. Actually, La Ku did not need to die. In the moment when his emotions were at their lowest, and he became pessimistic, if the viscount could give him a little bit of confidence, he might be able to endure it.

Unfortunately, Ferdinand did not encourage him, but chose to curse angrily like a storm instead. This became the last straw that broke through La Ku's psychological defenses.

Fei Dinanzijue was crying so hard that snot popped out of his nose. He looked out the window at the Allied Fleet in the ocean, furiously pounding his hands on the bed.

"Send the news!" Report to French Emperor! Revenge … You must take revenge! " Amidst the roar, Ferdinand's eyes turned black and he fainted yet again.

After half a month, the aged Ferdinand was still unable to resist the plague, and eventually died from it.

Maybe this was because God had loved him and brought him out of this world. Otherwise, when he saw the scene of Xiao Letian dominating Paris, he would have died of anger instead of sickness.

Just as Fei Dinanzijue was struggling to live his last leg of the journey, Xiao Letian secretly sneaked into the land using the darkness of the night. In a fishing village outside of Port Said, he finally saw Yi Kelamu's brother, the tyrant of the Middle East, La Deng.

It was a muscular man, about 1.8 meters tall. Her eyes were bright and full of life. She had an aquiline nose and thin lips.

Xiao Letian secretly nodded in his heart. Interesting. This kind of person could accomplish great things, but their loyalty wouldn't be too high! However, it doesn't matter. In my Middle East strategy, I need such a formidable opponent in the early stages! "