The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 892: The Fall of the Sun King

"The Sun King wants to roast the entire world, forcing all nations to succumb to his flames. This will infringe upon the interests of the citizens of Da Qi. I have an obligation to aid Europe, just as I did against the Rakshasa."

The little emperor signaled the missionary to quickly translate these words to the British.

Liu Fan looked down at Princess Mary standing in front of him, and an inexplicable feeling grew in his heart.

"I·····"

Kang Guangxu coughed twice, trying to interrupt the little emperor.

The hall was suddenly filled with silence, and hundreds of eyes turned to the experienced and wise Prime Minister Kang.

"Your Majesty, I believe this matter requires long-term consideration. As the saying goes, slow progress makes perfect."

"Slow down? How can we slow down further? What was Prime Minister Kang doing all the way to Yalta?"

Upon hearing this, Kang Guangxu stopped talking and silently took two steps back.

The young man's unique self-esteem was challenged, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Ignoring the strange looks from the ministers around him, the young emperor continued loudly to Princess Mary:
"Although I cannot fight the enemy in battle like Emperor Taizu, please tell King George that the royal family of Daqi will fully support the Kingdom of Britain."

The English girl bowed and replied, "A king has his own way of fighting. He doesn't have to hold weapons like a knight."

Liu Fan clapped his hands and laughed.

Zhang Tingyu's throat moved and he wanted to persuade him, but seeing Kang Guangxu kept winking at him, he had to swallow the words back.

Princess Mary looked up and glanced at Emperor Jing Yan sitting on the dragon throne, and found the scene before her somewhat unbelievable.

When she was in London, her impression of the Qi monarch and his ministers was still based on some stereotyped and inherent labels.

For example, it is more like a monkey that has not yet fully evolved.

I didn't expect that this monkey from Qi State could be so brave.

The princess couldn't help but feel more anticipation for her fiancé, thinking to herself:

"Maybe he can become a king like Old George, ruling the world..."

The window paper between the emperor and his subjects has been broken, and the atmosphere in the hall seems a little subtle.

Kang Guangxu turned his cloudy eyes, his expression changed slightly, and the wrinkles on his forehead looked shocking.

"I am deeply moved that you have come all the way to my country. Please stay in Tianxin City for a few days."

After the little emperor finished speaking, he announced the end of the court session.

According to the current dynasty, the emperor's power is constrained by the constitution, and the operation of the system is close to that of a figurehead. However, in the final analysis, the empire needs the existence of such an emperor, even if he is just a symbol.

Although Princess Mary's name is vulgar, Liu Fan was deeply impressed by her after only meeting her once.

The open conflict with several ministers showed that the young emperor was shedding his childishness and beginning to mature.

The emperor needs to take back his power from his ministers.

The purpose of enthroning a queen is to ensure the continuation of the bloodline of the Great Qi.

In short, marrying Mary is a foregone conclusion.

Over the next few days, the cabinet and the British delegation continued to haggle over the details of the troop dispatch. It was not until two days before the outbreak of the war that the details of the joint troop dispatch between the two countries were finally finalized.

November 10th, Huangji Hall, morning court.

The hall was filled with a huge crowd of people, and the four ministers of state came before the little emperor surrounded by other ministers.

The moment has come to decide the fate of the empire.

Kang Guangxu said anxiously, "Your Majesty, we can't delay any longer. I just received a telegram saying that the Crimean Corps was attacked by the French yesterday."

The young emperor looked around, made up his mind, and issued an edict to his ministers to declare war.

"The French Emperor is violating peace and threatening trade. Louis XIV is tyrannizing the European continent and engaging in external aggression and expansion. These actions are incompatible with the Six Principles of Peaceful Coexistence of Great Qi. It is only natural that our country will send troops! In the name of Great Qi, I declare war on the Kingdom of France!"

The declaration of war is as follows:

Louis XIV was a devil who was unforgivable, murderous, and had insatiable desires, and the French serfdom system had no purpose or principles other than greed and racial domination.

Its brutality, ferocity, and barbaric aggression surpass all other forms of human vileness. The consequences of its cruelty and brutal aggression surpass all other human crimes.

Over the past fifty years, no country has been as consistently opposed to Europe as the Great Qi.

Our ancestors tried to keep their distance from Britain.

I don't want to go against the ancestral system.

But all this pales in comparison to the scene unfolding before our eyes.

The past, with its sins, its follies and its tragedies, flashed by.

We see Ukrainian soldiers standing at the gates of their homeland, guarding the land their ancestors have worked since time immemorial.

We see them guarding their homes, their mothers and wives praying—yes, everyone prays sometimes, for the safety of their loved ones and the return of their provider, their fighter, their protector.

We saw tens of thousands of villages in Ukraine where people depended on the land for food and clothing. Although life was very hard, there were still basic human joys, with girls laughing and children playing.

The Sun King's war machine rolled over them, slaughtering them with all its fury. I saw the French officers in full armor, their swords, sabers, and shoe spikes jingling.

A large number of stupid, dull, trained, obedient, brutal and cruel French lobster soldiers were stumbling forward like a swarm of crawling locusts.

We have only one goal, an unchangeable goal.

We are determined to abolish serfdom and eliminate every trace of tyranny.

Nothing can change our resolve. Nothing! We will not negotiate; we will not negotiate with Louis XIV or any of his followers.

The Qi army will fight the enemy on land; we will fight him on the sea; we will fight him in the sky, until, with the power of Taizu and the previous emperors, we have cleared his shadow from the earth and liberated the people of the earth from his yoke...
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Crimean Peninsula, mountains west of the port of Simferopol.

Sun Jimin rode his horse to the highest point on the right wing of the Qi army and began to gallop down the slope. From there, he could hear intermittent gunfire, and the air was filled with smoke, obscuring everything.

The closer they got to the valley, the less clear they could see, but the more they felt they were approaching a real battlefield.

They encountered some wounded men, and two soldiers were holding on either side a wounded man with a bloody head and no cap on.

An officer appeared in Sun Jimin's sight. The man had a hoarse voice and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. Not long ago, a French bullet hit his mouth.

(End of this chapter)