Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

"Stand still, don't move, and smile at me!"

At the Porte de Versailles in Paris, a large group of blond-haired and blue-eyed soldiers, wearing black leather dog uniforms and holding black rubber sticks, were directing the Parisian people to line up on both sides of the city gate.

Every citizen held a small Ming Dynasty flag in their hands. Although they were resentful in their hearts, they still showed a stiff smile on their faces.

"Damn black dogs, they have thrown away all the blood that Emperor Napoleon brought."

A Parisian man couldn't help cursing as he watched the black dog barking loudly to maintain order.

A lady with freckles on her face glanced at them with disdain: "Since you think they are bloodless, then when Governor Daou comes later, you can just assassinate him and show your bloodiness."

"If you have the guts, I can go to bed with you right now."

After being scolded by the freckled lady, the big-nosed man immediately fell silent.

It's okay to let him talk, but asking him to assassinate the future Governor of Daou is like asking for his life.

He is a romantic and proud Gallic rooster and would never do such a stupid thing.

Besides, the army had surrendered, so what else could he, an ordinary citizen, do?

"Sir, order has been maintained."

Seeing that everything was almost done, a captain walked up to a man in a suit with dark circles under his eyes, saluted and reported the situation.

"Okay, I know."

As the selected mayor of Paris, Qiu Fuer replied, turned around and walked to an official wearing Ming official uniform, and said in not very standard Ming official language: "Sir Wu, we are ready. When will the governor and others arrive?"

Lord Wu, who was standing with his hands behind his back and showing off his authority, glanced at Qiu Fuer and said indifferently: "You don't have to worry about these things. I will notify you when I come. Just maintain your order."

“Also, don’t blame me for not reminding you, Governor Daou has a bad temper. If you offend him, I can’t save your life.”

Although Qiu Fule was dissatisfied in his heart, he still smiled and nodded repeatedly.

Qiu Fule used to be a guard officer and he had seen many big scenes in his life.

He had seen Napoleon in his time and had also witnessed great turmoil. When he grew up, Napoleon had passed away and the Gallic rooster had withered.

He joined the army at the age of 15, became a junior officer in his 20s, and is now in his 60s, almost 70, and is still fighting at his post for the sake of survival.

At the original meeting, he was the first person to propose surrender.

Knowing the strength of the Ming army, he knew that the entire Angel Alliance could not defeat the Ming army. Rather than becoming a prisoner in the future, he would be reduced to a serf and live a humble life.

It is better to surrender early and get a good opportunity to perform.

Even if he is not rich, as long as his children and grandchildren can live a peaceful life, it is worthy of his dedication and hard work.

Time passed little by little, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

Just when the people were getting impatient, a rhythmic sound of drums and footsteps was heard in the distance.

"I'm coming……"

A riot broke out at the scene.

Countless people looked up in the direction where the sound came from, their eyes filled with curiosity.

In the propaganda of the Gallic Rooster, the Ming people in the East were short in stature with a long tail hanging behind their heads, like a dwarf Jura.

At first they believed it without a doubt, but with the large-scale battles of the Angel Alliance, the nobles of Gallic Rooster directly abandoned Paris and chose to flee or surrender, which made them question it.

If the Ming Dynasty in the East is really as advertised above, and if the Ming Dynasty can defeat the Angel Alliance, then how powerful those Oriental people would be.

"Quick, play music!"

Seeing that the army had arrived, Lord Wu changed his arrogant attitude and hurriedly urged Qiu Fule beside him to let the band play music.

Qiu Fule came to the side of the band and waved his hand vigorously. The band members who had been waiting for a long time began to play the Ming Dynasty March according to the music score.

The team in the distance, after hearing the Ming Dynasty's March, slowly adjusted their rhythm and slowly approached the city to the beat of the drums.

"Crash!"

A military flag fluttered in the wind, and the dragon flag holding a sword and a huge shield brought endless oppression to the people of Gallic Rooster.

"Ah, this is different from what was advertised. They are also very tall and strong."

When the freckled girl saw the Ming army, who were tall and marching in neat steps, marching in formation, her eyes lit up and she covered her mouth in surprise.

The big-nosed man next to him curled his lips, looked at the infantry artillery that followed the army into the city, and said disdainfully: "Their artillery is really small."

This remark was full of double meanings, which made the freckled girl next to her sneer.

"No matter how small their cannons are, can they be weaker than you? You surrendered before they even got close to the city. You are really embarrassing for a man. I am ashamed of you."

"you……"

The big-nosed man glared at her, but the freckled girl didn't care at all. Under the big-nosed man's angry glare, she waved the Ming flag and screamed at the approaching army.

"I heard that you were going to build a triumphal arch. Why don't you go there?"

In an armored vehicle following the team, Xu Da looked at the cheering Gallic people and suddenly remembered something. He curiously asked Napoleon, who had a complicated look on his face.

Napoleon shook his head. "I suggested it, but His Majesty rejected it. He said it would be very interesting to go through the Porte de Versailles."

Xu Da chuckled and shook his head, "This kid always has thoughts in his head that we can't guess."

"Damned lowlifes, get out of our noble Gallic rooster."

"This is our land, get out." Suddenly, loud shouts came from one direction.

The two looked through the observation port and saw a large group of people waving farm tools and hoes, angrily blocking the Versailles Gate.

Xu Da looked at Napoleon and asked: "Are they always so courageous?"

Napoleon shrugged his shoulders and pointed to his head helplessly: "Many free rebellions have made them feel that all the high-ranking officials dare not kill them."

"I also killed a group of them back then, but for the ultimate goal, I didn't kill too many people."

"Perhaps it is because of the repeated compromises that these guys feel that the ideas of the superiors in any world are the same."

"In addition, there may be some hidden high-level intentions. They want to test the bottom line of the Ming army."

"Or there might be some scandal that would affect the Ming army's rule and deterrence to the local areas."

Xu Da nodded, without looking outside, he adjusted his chair, half-lay down and said with a smile: "You are the governor-general, these matters are under your jurisdiction, and it depends on your decision from now on."

Napoleon hummed, frowned and thought.

He knew that this was a test from the Gallic Rooster to the Ming Dynasty, and also a test from the Ming Dynasty's top leaders to him.

He used to be the emperor here. Now facing this situation, which side will he choose to stand on?

To be honest, for Napoleon, this was a no-brainer.

His loyalty to Zhu Zhanjun is boundless. Between Zhu Zhanjun and these people, he would choose Zhu Zhanjun without hesitation.

Picking up the communicator in front of him, Napoleon said calmly, "Anyone who stands in our way will be killed without mercy. Also, chop off the heads of the protesters and hang them outside the city."

"Yes, Governor!"

A response soon came from the other side.

Napoleon put down the communicator, raised his hand to signal the armored vehicle to stop, opened the door, walked out, and got on a fast horse.

He made a decision and a choice, but he also hoped that his presence would help these confused guys to sober up.

"What the hell are you doing? Go back, go back."

At the gate of Versailles, Qiu Fuer was sweating profusely as he directed the black dogs to drive away the demonstrators.

However, these protesters simply ignored them, and some even threw stones, mud and feces that they had prepared long ago at them.

"You damned traitors, you deserve to be hanged. You have lost the dignity that Emperor Napoleon gave us. How can you live in this world with dignity?"

"Get out of here, traitors. Paris is ours and no one can take it."

Stones and mud came along with curses, making the black dogs' originally very clean clothes dirty.

"Damn it, don't you know what the consequences of doing this are? They will really take action."

Although Qiu Fule was angry in his heart, he was still trying to persuade them loudly.

"Die, betrayer!"

However, these guys didn't listen to his story at all. A young man holding a black thing in his hand slapped Qiu Fule.

Good guy, it blew directly on Qiu Fule's face, and even some sticky stuff fell into his mouth.

The stench rushed into his nostrils, and he no longer cared about these guys. He ran to the side and vomited.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Just as the two sides were struggling and making noise, several tanks emerged side by side, and a large number of soldiers holding rifles stepped forward quickly, aiming at the two conflicting parties.

The people who were originally welcoming the crowd, upon seeing this scene, were so frightened that they screamed and kept backing away. Some of them lost their balance and fell to the ground, being trampled by countless feet, causing a lot of injuries.

“Let them go away!”

The leading officer looked at the two parties who were pushing each other with a cold expression, pointed at the black dog that was blocking them, and said something to Lord Wu who was walking over.

The Ming Dynasty was very nice to those who surrendered. At least it notified them to disperse before taking action.

Lord Wu did not dare to ask and just nodded repeatedly, then found Qiu Fule who was still retching.

"Hey, stop vomiting and get your people to disperse."

Qiu Fule, who had rinsed his mouth several times but still hadn't recovered, was stunned when he heard this.

"Sir, can we wait a little longer?"

"Woo, what's that smell? Don't talk to me, hurry up, don't blame me if you get beaten to death later."

Sir Wu was so irritated by the smell of the other person's mouth that he stepped back repeatedly. After giving a few reminders, he walked aside.

Qiu Fule had a helpless look on his face, but looking at the demonstrators who remained calm in the face of the weapons raised by the Ming soldiers, he sighed helplessly and shouted at his men to move aside.

The black dogs, who had long been fed up with it, quickly ran to the side upon hearing this.

The demonstrators, no longer blocked, cheered excitedly and rushed towards the Ming army, waving their weapons.

In fact, they were also frightened at the beginning, but when they saw that Daming was just pointing weapons at them and did not attack them, they felt hopeful and thought that Daming did not dare to kill innocent people.

People are like this. When they feel confident and fearless, they become particularly courageous.

Looking at the dense crowd rushing over, the leading officer slowly raised his hand without a trace of emotion in his eyes and waved it vigorously.

"Da da da da..." (End of this chapter)