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

That was planned early in the morning, nothing surprising.

But it is obvious that a very strange thing has indeed been mixed into the joint statement this time.

Italian……

Oh damn Italians!

Zhu Fugui never dreamed that, regardless of jet lag, the reason why Brother William sent an urgent telegram to disturb his sleep in the middle of the night was such news.

You know, that telegraph line is the Shuanghuang line used to deliver the most urgent news such as a sudden war.

That is to say, in Brother William's opinion, Italy's defection is a big event comparable to a sudden war with Britain and France!

He excitedly said in the telegram that Italy will become the most important weight on the balance of victory, and it will be the kiss of the goddess of fortune where the strength of the two camps is tilted.

To William's brother's excitement, Zhu Fugui only responded with four words: "Good luck".

The joining of Italy, Zhu Fugui does not know whether it is a blessing or a curse.

As a small expert in side selection, Italy is the safest to be with him.

This is not just their performance in World War I and World War II, but since the time of the Kingdom of Sardinia, Italy has almost never missed a bet when choosing between France, Prussia and Austria.

It is favored by Italy, which shows that:

The advantage is mine!

But the problem is, the Italians are also masters of repeated horizontal jumps!

In terms of probability, joining before the war, judging from the World War I model, is considered auspicious.

But it cannot be ruled out that Italy turned back halfway and transformed into a World War II model!

Is this a buff, or a debuff?

Chapter 636 I Wanted to Be a Painter

The Apennine fighting superman came uninvited, and Zhu Fugui didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Many people say that Italy's combat effectiveness is not as weak as rumored.

This sentence is correct.

But this does not mean that Italy is what William's brother said, "the weight of the balance", "the kiss of the goddess of fortune"...

The Italians may be able to show good combat effectiveness when defending the interests of individuals, families, and small groups, but this group of Latin-speaking Romans and barbarians have obviously forgotten the grand narrative ability of the Roman Empire back then. become an empire.

Their will to fight for their country is weak enough.

More importantly, the Three Sovereigns had already divided up their sphere of influence on the map.

How many benefits can the Germans promise to bring in the Italians?

Europe, North Africa, where is his foothold.

Brother Abdul was the first to refuse to seek North Africa as he did during World War II in history.

However, I don't know what kind of enchantment the Italian Hu Meizi used to Brother William, but Brother William is determined to lure Italy into the gang.

As far as Zhu Fugui knew, what William proposed was the plan of the so-called Latin Empire, which would advance Spain and southern France to Italy.

It's not that Zhu Fugui looks down on people, but it's really hard to be optimistic about Italy's success after being beaten by Ethiopia in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.

After repeated weighing, the official statement of Daming is finally:

1. The Ming Empire welcomes His Majesty King Victor Emmanuel II of Italy to choose Guangming.

2. The Ming Empire pursued an independent bilateral foreign policy and actively promoted multilateral dialogues.

(In human terms: the allies of allies are not my allies. To put it more bluntly, whoever loves to aid Italy will aid, and Daming will only act in accordance with the contract. Although my Daming has unlimited dog food, I can’t feed it randomly. I don’t know what the owner is Whose stray dog.)

3. The Ming Empire recognized the special interests of the Kingdom of Italy in Eritrea, and was willing to provide any support except help for the Kingdom of Italy to enter Ethiopia to expel the British colonists.

4. Establish mutual consulates and establish consular and diplomatic relations.

5. The pasta is delicious.

At the same time, during this period, in Berlin, Hamburg, Tehran and other places, the secret police knocked on the doors of apartment after apartment.

What Benjamin provided was not only the black material of the British, but also a list of some British spies.

Daming handed over these materials to William, Abdullah and others.

Differences in state action quickly became apparent.

Although Germany was a new country that had just been assembled for less than five years, all British spies in its territory were quickly brought under control, screened and shot one by one.

Most of the spies in the Ottoman territory ran away leisurely, even taking away their property.

The sluggishness of the Ottoman police and army was like a women's 85-year-old rally.

Of course, the moment the British government confirmed that Benjamin had voted for Ming, the spies themselves lost their value.

Otherwise, it would be a good option to develop into a double agent.

After a week of trials and executions, William I again condemned the British for their shameless espionage.

He also pointed out that even the so-called close allies of the British, France and Russia, are also spies for the British.

In this regard, the French and Russian governments tacitly kept silent.

The German side took the opportunity to use its own spy force to set off a wave of anti-British among the people of the two countries.

So far, the whole of Europe has become like a huge powder keg, which may be ignited at any time.

……

"Damn Brit, actually planted spies next to our president!"

"I said why do we let an idiot become president, it turns out that everything is a British conspiracy!"

"What's even more infuriating is that our Mr. President has nothing to say except complaining like a bitter woman!"

"Damn it, France needs an emperor, a cowardly president will only shame us!"

In an open-air pub in Paris, several men are talking freely.

After the death of the hardliner Cambie, the Prussian army wiped out the syndical forces in Paris.

Therefore, the government of the French Third Reich, which regained power, must be weak.

They relied on paying huge reparations to Germany and making a final compromise with Britain in order to barely restore the stability of the country.

But this stability is extremely fragile.

In fact, the Orleans faction, a branch of the Bourbon family dynasty, has been seeking restoration.

They used the reason that "the world's first-class countries such as Britain, Ming, Germany, and Austria (geography) are all strong because of the imperial system" to secretly incite the sentiments of the people who support their own restoration.

Obviously, the weakness of the establishment has made Parisians miss the emperor.

The enthusiasm of Parisians to participate in politics is obviously not much less than their enthusiasm for Ji Yan Xiaogang's fatty liver.

Joseph Joffre drank the bad brandy in his glass, and sneered at the enthusiastic political enthusiasts beside him.

politics?

Really stupid stuff.

Literature and art, that is the eternal theme of Paris!

After paying the waiter a few copper coins, Xia Fei got up and left.

Today, there will be a major event that will determine his life.

Joffre was born into a family of winemakers in Vauxaltes, Pyrenees.

The name of the Pyrenees province knows that it borders Spain.

Of course, if someone said this to the neighboring Spaniards, they would definitely jump up and shout: "Boy, this is not Spain, this is Catalonia!"

Catalonia, Barcelona, ​​will never admit that they belong to Spain.

In fact, they are indeed closer to French in terms of culture and language.

Joffre speaks Catalan at home and French only at school.

For a long time in his childhood, he was not fluent in French.

This leads to his dull, reserved personality.

None of Joffre's middle school classmates would have imagined that this taciturn little boy would become one of the most famous marshals in French history, as well as (historically) the commander of the French army in the early days of World War I.

[Tips: Xiafei was born as an engineer and was good at building fortifications. He was also a notorious colonial invader. He once built fortifications in Taiwan to prevent Liu Mingchuan’s counterattack. He also served as the head of the French military delegation to Japan]

Of course, Xiafei at this moment can't think of his achievements in history.

Today, because of the great changes in the Franco-Prussian War, the world line has long since changed.

After the Franco-Prussian War, Joffre did not seek to enroll in the French Army's Military Engineering School at Fontainebleau, as it had historically done.

Instead, he is preparing to end his career as a lieutenant in the engineering battalion and relive his childhood dreams after retiring from the army.

He wanted to be a writer, or a painter.

Chapter 637 I wish you a long life

Just like most children from middle-class French families, Joffre was always a literary youth when he was in Pepinan Secondary School, obsessed with literature and art.

Two weeks ago, during the entrance examination of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Paris, Joffre's painting "Sunset in the Pyrenees" was commented by the examiners as vulgar and worthless graffiti garbage, and he was kicked out of the examination room.

Before it even started, Xiafei's art dream had already broken its wings.

But all this did not depress him.

The way Xiafei used to resolve the distress in the heart and face up to the distress in the heart may be somewhat politically incorrect.

That is, Joffre has been drawing spiritual energy from a book.

This is not a literary masterpiece, nor is it a classical epic, but a Catalan version of "My Struggle".

Like the "My Struggle" in Gaelic (Irish and Scottish), the Catalan "My Struggle" is actively promoted by Ming Dynasty.

It's just that Zhu Fugui himself didn't expect that a non-Catalan speaker of Catalan would get such a book and read it with great interest.

From this book, Xia Fei learned about the life of Emperor Zhu Fugui of the Ming Dynasty, and benefited a lot and gained a lot of insights.

However, Xiafei mainly got the insight from the life course, not from the military.

The Franco-Prussian War four years ago had already made Joffre hate war.

This is inseparable from the escalation of the form of war.

Four years ago, the Franco-Prussian War reached its final moments, and the brave Berber death squads were almost exhausted.

The Shangguan then decided that Xia Fei, who was taciturn and not very gregarious, would be the next batch of anti-tank and thunder-throwing light cavalry.

Fortunately, in the end, the white flag was first erected on the head of the city of Paris, and Xia Fei was able to save his life.

From that moment on, Xiafei swore that she would never set foot on the battlefield again.

War, politics, damn it, let 'em go!

Wrapped in a windbreaker, Xiafei quickly left the still noisy tavern.

On the Place des Vosges, street politicians stand on wooden boxes and hold tin trumpets.

The royalist party and the establishment party exchanged beautiful French words across the crowd.

Those protesting British atrocities marched side by side with those protesting German atrocities.

But none of this has anything to do with Joffre.

He stood in front of a big house at the southeast corner of the square, took out the mirror, and carefully adjusted his appearance.

Then he knocked on the door.

The door was opened by a young and beautiful woman.

"Hello!"

Xiafei handed a letter to the woman with the most appropriate language, expression and gestures, and asked respectfully, "Are you the granddaughter of Mr. Victor Hugo? It was Mr. Denzel who introduced me Come here, here is my letter of introduction."

The woman gave him a blank look, didn't talk to him, but shouted into the room: "Victor, Victor, there is a young man with a rough appearance and alcoholism looking for you!"