The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 454 Don't be afraid, the opponents are fake Crusaders! Great, the Eight Banners soldiers are here to die!
"What is your name, Father?"

In the carriage heading to the Macau Bishop's residence, Wu Chongyao was so enthusiastic that he shamelessly started to flirt with a red-neck foreign priest in English.

"My name is Thomas Henry."

It turned out that the man Luo Yaoguo sent to welcome Wu Chongyao was the American true-York redneck who had "sold out" Asben, and was now the acting admiral of the Nanyang Fleet. This guy had complete faith in God's little master, so this time he came to play the role of a Catholic priest.

"Father Henry, I want to ask you something." Wu Chongyao said as he handed over the British specialty "butt tissue" as if performing magic.

Thomas Henry took it and looked at it. Wow, there were so many white British pounds, each with a face value of ten pounds. There were at least ten in a stack. Who wouldn't be excited when seeing this!

He did not refuse, and immediately put away the pound, then made the sign of the cross on his chest, and kept repeating in his heart that he was grateful for the generous gift from the Heavenly Father, the Emperor God. He was originally a poor red-neck mechanic, and since he converted to the True Testament in Shanghai, good things have happened to him one after another, like a floodgate opened, and he felt that this must be the blessing of the Heavenly Father, the Emperor God.

"Just ask." Thomas Henry smiled brilliantly.

"Father, are you saying that Hong Tianwang of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is really the second son of God?" Wu Chongyao didn't beat around the bush and directly expressed his doubts.

"Yes," Thomas Henry said with a pious look, as if a believer had seen a holy relic, "He is the second son of God and the younger brother of Christ."

Wu Chongyao was a man who was well-connected in the business, government, foreign world, underworld and white world, and he was very good at reading people's expressions. He looked at Thomas Henry, the redneck, with a simple face, and the pious light in his brown eyes when he said that Hong Xiuquan was the second son of God. This man was definitely not lying!

Wu Chongyao thought to himself: "It seems that the Vatican also believes that Hong Xiuquan is the second son of God..."

As he was thinking, Wu Chongyao saw from the corner of his eye that a group of "Crusaders" carrying foreign guns and shovels were marching past the car window. He looked closely and saw that although these Crusaders were wearing white robes with red crosses, their faces were almost all oriental. At this moment, Wu Chongyao had a question mark in his mind again, and hurriedly asked Thomas Henry: "Father Henry, are those Crusaders outside?"

"Yeah." Thomas Henry nodded.

"Why are they all... Chinese?" Wu Chongyao asked.

"What's wrong with the Chinese?" Thomas Henry was a redneck, but he no longer believed in white supremacy. "The Chinese can also fight for God and the Church!"

"Yes, yes, you are absolutely right." Wu Chongyao nodded and continued to ask, "Then the Pope must have sent a lot of white crusaders to China, right?"

"That's not much." Thomas Henry shook his head like a rattle.

When Wu Chongyao heard this, he looked at the Crusaders passing by the window. They were all oriental. His faith was shaken, like a roller coaster. He thought: The English gave Ye Mingchen 1,500 "English Union Jack" soldiers this time. Can you, a Chinese "local Crusaders", defeat the "foreign eight banners" of England? It's uncertain. Let's wait and see!
Wu Chongyao was determined and didn't say anything along the way. After a while, they arrived at the bishop's residence in Macau... A cardinal who came to East Asia "by order of the Pope" to help the second son of God fight the Qing demon was waiting for his arrival in the bishop's residence.

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"Liang Fu, what's going on in Macau? Who are those Crusaders? Do they agree to fight us in Xiangshan?"

Wu Chongyao rushed back to Guangzhou from Macau, not even caring about going home, and went straight to the Governor's Office of Guangdong and Guangxi to report the situation to Ye Mingchen. At this time, Governor Ye was in the signing room with Guangzhou General Jierhang'a and Guangdong Governor Bai Gui, discussing the military affairs of attacking Macau.

These three were very interesting. They were too "modest" to each other, and no one wanted to compete for credit. When Wu Chongyao came back, the three of them were still pushing each other away, trying to push away the opportunity to make a contribution. While they were being modest, Wu Chongyao rushed in with an excited look on his face.

When Ye Mingchen saw his expression, he knew something good was going to happen. Like a hungry wolf seeing meat, he quickly went up to him, grabbed his sleeve and asked.

Wu Chongyao clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I congratulate the commander-in-chief."

"Congratulations? Where does the congratulation come from?" Ye Mingchen asked with a smile, "Could it be that the Romans who occupied Macau don't want to go against our Qing Dynasty?"

Guangdong Governor Ezheta Bogui was even more anxious than Wu Chongyao, and was afraid that Ye Mingchen would go crazy again, so he rushed to say: "If the Romans just want to make some money, we will agree... As long as we can spend money to avoid disaster!"

Guangzhou General Jierhang'a also nodded to Ye Mingchen, indicating that he was willing to spend money to eliminate the disaster, and then looked at Wu Chongyao eagerly, but Wu Chongyao shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, no need to spend money to eliminate the disaster." "How can this disaster be eliminated without spending money?" Bai Gui looked puzzled.

"Mr. Bai, maybe there won't be any disaster at all!" Wu Chongyao replied with a smile.

"Maybe? Could it be that those Roman Crusaders are here to help Hong Ni build his empire?" Jilhanga's eyes suddenly lit up like kerosene lamps.

"Not really." Wu Chongyao shook his head again.

Ye Mingchen was getting a little impatient now: "Liang Fu, stop keeping me in suspense and tell me! What's going on with those Romans?"

Wu Chongyao smiled and said, "Master Ye, there are actually very few Romans in Macau!"

"What? No Romans?"

"Didn't they say there were eight thousand Crusaders?"

Wu Chongyao said: "There may be 8,000 Crusaders, but there are few Romans among them. Most of them are refugees recruited in Shanghai by Paul, the Archbishop of the Nanjing Archdiocese of the Catholic Church. It is a temporary team, just a bluff."

"Is this true?" Jilhanga's eyes widened like bells.

"Really, it's absolutely true!" Wu Chongyao nodded his head like a woodpecker, "I saw it with my own eyes, those so-called Roman Crusaders were all Chinese!"

Jierhanga and Ye Mingchen looked at each other, and the meaning in their eyes couldn't be clearer: the opportunity to make a contribution has come! I can't be left out of this good thing!
At this moment, a deputy general under Ye Mingchen came running in from outside, entered the signing room, and bowed to the officials: "General Bingzhi, General, and Governor, the 1,500 foreign soldiers sent by the English from Hong Kong have arrived at the Tianzi Pier by ship!"

Hey, you came at the right time!

With these 1,500 English soldiers with the Union Jack to support the situation, are we still afraid that we cannot defeat the tens of thousands of "fake Crusaders" in Macau?
Ye Mingchen twisted his beard and said to Jierhanga and Bai Gui with a smile: "Master Ji, Master Bai, how about we go to Tianzi Wharf together to welcome the British soldiers? Let's make a big scene, so that those traitors in Foling City know that the British are on the side of our Qing Dynasty!"

"Okay! Let's do it!"

"It is time to let those rebels and traitors know that the foreigners are still on the side of the imperial court."

Macau, the Great Castle.

That evening, Luo Yaoguo had just finished dinner and was dragging Maria to the wall of the Great Castle to watch the excitement. Below, the "Portuguese Soldier Chief" of Macau, Suarez, was commanding about a regiment of Macau Portuguese soldiers, doing the old-fashioned line-up shooting training!
To put it bluntly, this line-up shooting tactic is used with smoothbore rifles. But in this era, smoothbore rifles have long been outdated and have begun to withdraw from the historical stage, and rifled rifles have become the mainstream. What's even more powerful is that breech-loading rifles have been secretly "put into service" in the Prussian army.

New equipment must have new tactics. Anyone who still uses rifles with long range and high accuracy to play the line-up shooting is simply a fool and does not know how to adapt. Luo Yaoguo would never do such a stupid thing! Although his troops also tried the line-up shooting at the beginning, he had already urged his teaching group to explore new tactics in a hurry.

What is the new tactic to replace the line-up shooting? Luo Yaoguo could only think of digging trenches, piling up soil, and squatting. This also explains why the Crusaders Wu Chongyao saw were all carrying shovels, which were the old-fashioned engineer shovels!
However, the Portuguese soldiers from Macau brought by Suarez were still holding old flintlock muskets and did not even have the new "hundred-step bullets". They were simply unable to use advanced tactics such as "digging trenches and squatting in pits" and could only continue to stupidly practice queuing and shooting.

Fortunately, Luo Yaoguo didn't intend to let these Macanese be cannon fodder... In his eyes, these white people were treasures and very useful! After all, in today's world, there were too many places that needed them to support the scene.

Just as he was thinking about how to use these white soldiers appropriately in the upcoming Xiangshan Battle, his "Chief of Staff" Xiang Xun strode over in a hurry, raised his hand to salute, and then handed over an envelope and said: "Your Highness, a secret report from the Antang Guangzhou Branch, the Qing demons in Guangzhou have been dispatched, with several thousand Eight Banners New Army, more than 10,000 Green Camps and militias, and 1,500 British troops wearing Eight Banners uniforms, most of whom are Indians."

"Haha," Luo Yaoguo was delighted when he heard this. "The Indians... have arrived just in time. Tell the entire army to prepare for battle! Also, tell everyone that the Eight Banners soldiers from Guangzhou are rushing here to die!"

Luo Yaoguo's army did not need to be mobilized to fight the Eight Banners Army. Just an announcement would boost their morale!

"Yes!" Xiang Xun immediately took the order and left.

(End of this chapter)