I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Tang Sangui quickly explained: "The official has been away on business for too long... I almost forgot my local accent... Sin, sin..."

"Oh, Sajia forgot!"

Old eunuch Li slapped his forehead, and said with a bang, "You took Guan Ning's iron camel to beat the Russians, right?"

The corners of Tang Sangui's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help imagining that if that palm hit him on the head just now, wouldn't his head split open like an overripe watermelon?

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Tang Sangui's posture became more and more humble: "Eunuch Hui, I'm ashamed to say that the iron camel brigade of the lower official didn't meet the Russians, so I cleaned up some miscellaneous people..."

"Miscellaneous?"

Old Eunuch Li touched his bare chin, frowned and said, "By the way, aren't you also a moron?"

"No, no, it's completely different..."

On this point, Tang Sangui had to argue with reason, even if the opponent was the powerful Li Changgong.

"I and several experts who are proficient in Hebrew, after rigorous research..."

Chapter 551

"In "Duola" and "Talmud", it is actually mentioned that the wise men from the east taught our prophets that Moses parted the Red Sea by using the east's water-avoiding formula!"

"So that later Jesus pretended to be the Messiah and plagiarized the story of the so-called 'Three Saints of the East'..."

"All in all, we are lost lambs, and we need to be taught by the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, otherwise we will be like a small boat in raging waves, and it is impossible to set sail again in the homeland of the new moon... Eh, what's that sound?"

A burst of melodious music came, Tang Sangui listened attentively.

"Sails up, sails down.

The sailboat pulled from the mountains will continue to move forward, sailing on dry land.

You are in people's palms, you are in people's mouths, you are in people's hearts, you are in people's heads.

Now you are the age when the conqueror conquered Istanbul.

Young man, when you trace the footsteps of your ancestors.

Go forward and the people will follow you!

I bring you greetings from Ulubatl Hasan.

You are in people's palms, you are in people's mouths, you are in people's hearts, you are in people's heads.

Now you are the age of the conquerors to conquer Istanbul! "

I saw two rows of strong men in red or black robes and high hats, playing and singing the elegant music "Dry Land Sailing March".

Among them, a guy who was obviously a high-ranking official of Roma walked out of the gate of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, then turned around and knelt down, kissed the steps, stood up and bowed towards the gate.

Then, they played the gala music, whistling and beating all the way, heading towards a farm pickup truck.

Under the urging of the driver, Roma military musicians, officials, and entourages all boarded the pickup truck and drove away happily, as if this was a real boating on dry land.

……

"Long live! Ottoman is a wolf with ambition, and you must not join them. Only I, Sangui, are utterly loyal to Daming!"

As soon as he entered the door, Tang Sangui quickly fell to his knees, crying loudly.

Can you not cry?

He has been running around for so many years, seeing that Zionism is hopeful, he can't be sold out by Daming at this time!

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be?

Although Sleepy Lord is a small-minded person who always pays back, he has always been very good to the people below him. He keeps his promises, and has no bad records of turning back and forth.

Is it because I'm a jerk?

While wiping tears, Tang Sangui felt a little puzzled in his heart.

Zhu Fugui had just finished an exhausting negotiation, and just wanted to go back to Xingxingtai to have fun with his concubines, when Tang Sangui blocked the door, and quickly dodged the guy's claws that were hugging his thigh.

"Lao Li, Lao Li! Let Tang Aiqing calm down first!"

Zhu Fugui roared.

Hearing the name of Eunuch Li, Tang Sangui was like an athlete who heard the firing of the starting gun. He quickly stopped crying, wiped his nose, got up from the ground, and sat upright on the stool with his waist straight, like Like elementary school students.

Seeing that Tang Sangui had calmed down, Zhu Fugui asked Lao Li to step down and continued to take the children.

"So, Tang Aiqing, do you have any opinions on my foreign policy?" Zhu Fugui asked coldly.

"Xiaochen... Xiaochen didn't mean that..."

Tang Sangui stumbled and said, "It's just that those Turks..."

"It's a green Roman!" Zhu Fugui emphasized.

"Uh... people from Green Rome, those Green Romans are not good people!"

Tang Sangui said heartbrokenly, "When the iron camel brigade of my minister was fighting in the Western Regions, I heard that there were instructors from the Green Rome who participated in the training of soldiers from the Puppet Hongfu Khanate..."

"Oh, you said those people..."

Zhu Fugui took out a Snickers bar from his arms, chewed it in his mouth, and said, "Sudan has promised me that he will choose the best woolen blanket for them and their families, and the best Arabian horses."

"Ah... don't these people work for Sudan?" Tang Sangui was surprised.

Of course he had heard the story of the last caliph being trampled to death by the Mongols in a blanket with a horse.

"Then I don't know."

Zhu Fugui spread his hands noncommittally.

In fact, Zhu Fugui knew very well that it was the Ottoman Sultan Abdul himself who recognized the status of Aquba as emir.

Of course, Abdul claimed to be the caliph, so he was qualified to appoint and remove the emir.

(In the MSL world: caliph = emperor/successor of mamat, sultan = semi-independent maharaja/vice, emir = viceroy/military governor/great chief/lord, Sheikh = minor chief/wise, in general , Caliph > Sultan > Emir > Sheikh)

Although the notorious tradition of killing relatives is gone, it is too easy for the sultan to dispose of a few servants who serve him.

The reputation belongs to oneself, and the blame belongs to the subordinates. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the workplace and office politics in ancient and modern times, and even in the future market.

Chongzhen, who "I am not the king of subjugation", is essentially the same.

To be honest, Uncle Chongzhen's start is definitely considered good among the kings of subjugation. He should not mess around, and if Liu Chan comes to recognize any father at random, even Wei Zhongxian may not end up with the country ruined and his family destroyed.

But he didn't feel that he was the king of subjugation. It could be said that he was the last stubborn before hanging the old crooked neck tree.

Sultan Abdullah is also very skilled at throwing the pot away. He put all the blame on the ministers and executed all those involved in the matter.

The reason for doing this is not just to not offend Daming.

To be honest, Abdullah Sultan is not afraid of Daming.

No matter how brave Daming is, can he cross the Mediterranean Sea to find trouble for himself?

At most, it’s just that you can’t drink the most authentic Eugenie brand chewing fermented grape juice.

Ok……

It seems to be a pity.

But that's not the point.

The point is, Sultan Abdullah must clear diplomatic hurdles for his trip to North America this fall.

That's right, he plans to visit Daming this fall by taking advantage of the Shanghai Olympic Games.

This Olympic Games is only the first Olympic Games.

However, due to the powerful operation of the Ming state apparatus and the tacit support of European governments, its influence far exceeds that of the first Olympic Games promoted by King George I of Greece in history.

Zhu Fugui, Li Chunfa, Queen Elizabeth (Princess Sissi), Bismarck (backup), Sauternes (backup) and other Olympic Committee officials are also far more luxurious than Vikelas and Coubertin.

Therefore, the attention of this Olympic Games is unprecedented, at least equivalent to the 1908th Olympic Games held in London in 4 in history.

The first three Olympics were basically nonsense.

Whether it is Paris, France or St. Louis, the United States, it is a mess.

Due to various reasons, the schedule is extremely loose and the organization is extremely irregular. The entire schedule lasts for more than 6 months.

What's even more outrageous is that the venues for the Olympic Games are not dedicated stadiums. They are placed in shopping malls and exhibitions, and become sports performances for various exhibitions and expositions to attract customers. The status is similar to that of a circus juggler.

Tourists have no idea that this is the Olympics.

Even some players themselves do not know that they have participated in the Olympic Games that year.

Naturally, except for the king of Greece who paid more attention to it for political reasons, dignitaries from various countries, including the host, US President Roosevelt, did not participate in the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic Games at their doorstep.

But this time the Ming Olympics is completely different.

Chapter 552 Daming's Ten-Year Plan

Just like a few years ago, there was an article written by Colonel Morishita in "Sprout" magazine called "Story of Summer Camp".

In the version released within Daming, although the story of the summer camp is inspirational, it is not outrageous.

But the one in Muren's hands was a stinking guide to raising non-human beings.

In the final analysis, there is no moral burden or pressure from ignorant people when it comes to publicity. His Majesty Zhu Fugui's propaganda combined punches, hype, buying traffic, and government lobbying offensives can be said to be unscrupulous and without taboos.

These dross things are not supervised now, and their degree of poison far surpasses that of later generations.

People in this era have no antibodies against the biological viruses of later generations, and they have no antibodies against mental viruses.

Under Zhu Fugui's personal supervision, Daming frantically exported the Olympic concept to Europe under the names of "sportsmanship", "peace and friendship", "universal values" and so on.

It is not an exaggeration to say that even the old ladies on the streets of Paris know that there are a bunch of out-of-town beggars who want to host the Olympics, and young people are muttering about it.

Through the two lines of the Vanderbilt family and the Tang Jewish consortium, Zhu Fugui also managed to contact a large number of European underground capitals to establish a gambling handicap.

From the first day of birth, competitive sports are naturally entangled with gambling, which is a shortcoming of human nature.

The Ming Dynasty maintains a high-pressure situation on gambling, and only the official sports lottery is a small outlet for the combination of congestion and congestion.

Being able to do this is already the limit of Daming.

This is also thanks to the fact that Zhu Fugui and his government in North America were the ones who immigrated, naturalized, managed, and educated the Ming Dynasty. The imperial court has a strong public foundation and organizational and mobilization capabilities.

If Daming had entered the entire Chinese homeland at this time, Zhu Fugui would not have the confidence to stop the nationwide suppression of pornography, gambling and drugs.

This requires super-high government control and mass organization, and it is not easy to do.

It is necessary to cultivate a more powerful grassroots imperial training organization.

For Daming's internal affairs, Zhu Fugui has always maintained the moral feelings of a dictator of the family, but externally, there are no restrictions at all.

Daming threw out bait through open and dark channels. Jewish consortia, Sicilian mafia families, bankers from the London Stock Exchange, Paris, Wall Street Stock Exchange, and even the white gloves who managed the assets of the Holy See in the Vatican all seemed to smell blood. Gather up like sharks.

The huge profits generated by the gambling industry make their eyes turn into the shape of the British pound.

They cannot see how many Europeans will lose their fortunes and their families to pieces in the vice of gambling.

For the sake of profit, these guys actively use the resources in their hands to promote the promotion of the Olympic Games, and their diligence is no less than that of Daming's foreign propaganda department.

Even, many forces are already thinking about fighting for the right to host the next Olympic Games for the city where their industry is located.

Of course, judging from the composition of the members of the Olympic Committee, their efforts are basically in vain.

The next Olympic Games will definitely be held in Berlin.

Unless there is any force majeure at that time.

Just like the 1916 Berlin Olympics in history.

Under such momentum, many heads of state, senior officials, and royal family members expressed their willingness to attend the opening ceremony.

This is actually another effect of the wrong attack.

From a microscopic point of view.

The Crimean War in 1856, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement in the middle;

The Second Opium War in 1856;

1857 Indian National Revolt (failure);

1859 Austrian-Sardinian War;