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

An atmosphere of sadness overwhelmed the city.

William I, the sole patriarch who created the Independence Empire, was killed by assassins.

When the bad news came, the whole country was in mourning, and mourning was everywhere.

Of course, this is the official statement.

The death of William I is actually not a bad news for most common people in the independent country.

Because in the past few years, mothers have lost their sons, wives have lost their husbands, and children have lost their fathers. The so-called "bad news" has become the norm in this country.

When male farm and factory workers joined the army, their jobs were replaced by women, minors, and the elderly beyond service age.

They spend their days worrying about loved ones on the front lines or in wartime hospitals, or mourning for loved ones who have died.They also have to worry about how to feed themselves and their children. They have no time to mourn for the emperor, nor do they have tears to cry for the emperor.

Now that the 2B railway has just been repaired, all the materials exported by Daming are used to supplement the needs of the army, and the supply of pork from Daming has been cut off for a long time.

The miniature cruise ship "Master Baie" slowly entered the Oder-Spree Canal and arrived in Berlin.

Special Envoy Abdul stood at the bow of the boat, looked at the dilapidated houses on both sides of the canal, the barren women and children, and kept shaking his head.

'Poor, really poor! '

'Looks poorer than a shepherd in Istanbul! '

As these European poor ghosts came into view, there was not much left in Abdul's heart, and his worship of Europa also came to nothing.

Zhao Yijiong, as the ambassador to Germany, had already boarded the "Master Bayi" to greet him when it docked at the port of Kiel.

He was standing beside Abdul at the moment.

Abdul turned his head and asked, "Mr. Zhao, have these Prussians always been this thin?"

He had been to Paris, but not to Berlin.

According to his memory, the Parisians were much fatter than the Turks.

Zhao Yijiong shook his head and said: "Mr. Special Envoy, it was actually okay a few years ago, but as the supply chain of the independent country is getting more and more tense, now... Berlin is now carrying out the 'War Kitchen Movement', and each kitchen is responsible for 10 people. Have a meal."

"Big pot of rice? Same as the workers' canteen in Fengdu? I like the industrially fermented barley juice there." Abdul missed the beer that the workers put in plastic bags.

"Oh no, Mr. Special Envoy, it's not the same thing at all. Berliners call the 'wartime kitchen' the 'pineapple conference room', where only black bread, oily sausages, potatoes and 'Prussian pineapple' can be served." Zhao Yijiong Hastily shook his head.

"Sounds good?"

Abdul frowned, "There are bread, sausages, and even delicious pineapples! Mr. Zhao, is there any pineapple beer in Berlin?"

"If you want a drink, there is still stock in the underground wine cellar of our embassy. In Berlin folk, there is no beer, not a drop."

Zhao Yijiong said with a wry smile, "In the 'Wartime Kitchen', each person can only receive 3 pounds of black bread and potatoes per week, and the so-called 'Prussian pineapple' is actually a radish. The chefs in Berlin tried their best to make all kinds of Radish dishes."

"Hey, isn't that the carrot meeting?"

Abdul had no appetite for this kind of food for goats, "Sausage, at least they still have sausage?"

"Hehe, you know, the women in Berlin have a joke that's not a joke, 'I'm not afraid of sausages made of rats, but I'm especially afraid of fake rats!'"

Zhao Yijiong spread his hands, "Even before the war broke out, the Duguo people were famous for making counterfeit goods. They even used urine-stained noodles to pass off as egg noodles."

Abdul almost spat out the overnight grape juice, "Damn Christians, I knew they would eat anything, not to mention rats, even urine!"

Zhao Yijiong pursed his lips and said to himself, Mr. Special Envoy, you are still too young.

On Wofeng Street in Jinzhouwei, Zhangzidao’s traditional delicacy, boy’s urine big abalone, I’m afraid you haven’t tasted it!

Zhao Yijiong heard that when William I went to Fengdu to attend a secret meeting, he once pretended to be an ordinary Olympic tourist and visited Fengdu Food Street privately.

There is a collection of delicacies from all over the Ming Dynasty, and of course the cuisines of Chaowo.

In addition to pork knuckles in honey sauce, William I's favorite is the folk snack of boy's urine abalone, which is said to have the taste of his hometown.

I don't know if this dish is included in the sacrifice that Long Live God prepared for him this time.

Zhao Yijiong felt that with Long Live Lord's meticulous heart and deep affection, he was probably prepared, but Abdul didn't know what to do.

After all, this special envoy brother, it is said that he has been in Fengdu for so long, whether he is tasting fine wine or on the way to tasting fine wine, or interacting passionately with his neighbor's old sister-in-law.

But after all, he is a friend of Lord Long Live, so Zhao Yijiong wouldn't say much, just smiled and skipped the topic.

Zhao Yijiong also talked about some of his experiences in Berlin. For example, he saw a group of women fighting for a starving old horse with kitchen knives.

Abdul sighed: "What a crime, in Fengdu, even the big-eared sheep eat better than them..."

After thinking about it, Abdul asked the chief of staff for instructions, and then took out two boxes of canned peggy from the warehouse.

He invited a few strong young men in Jinyiwei to throw the cans of Page on the deck onto the shore.

"Brother William's people, I am the envoy of His Majesty Zhu Fugui, son of the Ming Dynasty, and I have brought you the gospel of Page..."

Abdul does not speak German, but speaks fluent French.

On the one hand, it is because Abdul’s elder brother has admired France and learned French, and on the other hand, it is also because Abdul has been harassing Eugenie’s old sister-in-law recently, and has exchanged passionate exchanges with Nasan, by the way Reviewed French.

It is said that the language most familiar to Parisians is German, but in Berlin, there are not a few people who can understand French.

Those Berlin citizens who wandered the streets, hoping to find some food from the garbage dumps, were not only illiterate mud legs, but also many intellectuals.

In fact, if an adult man in Germany today is not over the age of military service but can still appear on the street to search for garbage, then he is probably a college student exempted from military service, and he must be a science college student.

These intellectuals have no lady-first moral qualities at all.

Seeing the long-lost Peppa cans, their eyes were already red.

This is the original canned page made in Ming Dynasty, not the German canned stuffed with rat meat and other counterfeit products!

Chapter 861 Cracks

Relying on their physical advantages, men pushed, pulled, beat women, and snatched canned food, without grace at all.

Abdul held up the small camera, clicking and clicking.

These ugly pictures were fixed on his handed-in paper, and would be published in the Neue Berliner Zeitung later.

The titles are all ready-made, "The Ugly Alone Man".

While taking pictures, Abdul kept shaking his head and sighing: "In Daming, even sheep with big ears know that they have to queue up for food..."

The corners of Zhao Yijiong's eyes twitched.

He always felt that this bearded pseudo-Turkic man who recognized his ancestors had a heavy filter on Daming.

The underworld filter of the BBC in the later generations makes people call it nonsense, but the fanatical filter of this group of newly naturalized converts also makes Zhao Yijiong, an old man like Zhao Yijiong, feel a little bit annoyed.

If Zhao Yijiong hadn't come to Daming as a human being and received more than half a year of labor education, and Zhao Yijiong had really fed pigs in Xinjin Farm, he might have believed Abdul's nonsense.

The berserk on the shore continued.

The "Master Bayi" headed south all the way, and more and more hungry people followed the ship, and finally even alarmed the German Gendarmerie.

Riding on traditional Teutonic horses, the captain of the gendarmerie caught up with the slow-moving "Master Bai" and asked Abdul to stop causing chaos.

"Boy, I'm just spreading the gospel of Paige!"

"Please stop your behavior, your behavior has violated our country's 'wartime management regulations'!"

"William II gave you some money, do you need to work so hard for him?"

"For honor!"

Abdul's clumsy divorce plan did not succeed. This little Junker nobleman had his own pride, and he did not easily imitate the Viennese soldiers.

Of course, Germany has implemented the "Military First System", and the status of soldiers is very high, which also guarantees the loyalty of soldiers.

The captain of the gendarmerie originally wanted to reprimand the "Daming Mission" angrily, but when Abdul threw out a few more bars of soap, he also jumped off his horse and joined the ranks of bending over to pick up soap.

No way, what Berlin lacks is not only food, but also various industrial materials.

Due to the preemptive actions of the British, the Germans in this time and space did not get enough raw materials for soap production.

Zhao Yijiong covered his face, feeling that the popularity he had accumulated in Germany over the past ten years was almost wiped out.

Abdul patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and burped out a secret letter from His Majesty Zhu Fugui.

Zhao Yijiong quickly read it at a glance, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Special Envoy, why didn't you give it to me yesterday?"

Abdul scratched his head, "Oh, I drank too much fermented juice yesterday, I forgot."

Zhao Yijiong was speechless for a while, this special envoy was too unreliable.

But after thinking about it, Lord Long Live also said in the encrypted letter, "The empire has no intention of maintaining a good relationship with the independent country."

Long live God let such a fool come to the funeral of Du Gaozu to stir up trouble, maybe he let this former Sudan be a villain.

After all, Ming Dynasty is a country of etiquette, so naturally I would not do such things as oppressing other kings and young countries, but it is hard to say for the Ottoman chieftain who has just surrendered.

Fortunately, Abdul didn't really come here to make trouble, it was just that Master Bayi didn't want to see the poor, so he just took three melons and two dates to pass away.

Before arriving at the pier, Abdul stopped throwing canned food, and the following crowd gradually dispersed under the sticks of the military police.

When arriving at the Port of Berlin, there were already many high-level Germans waiting on the pier.

What made both Abdul and Zhao Yijiong frown was that the newly enthroned Kaiser Wilhelm II did not appear.

The German Prime Minister Bismarck and some other old bureaucrats organized a military band to wait for the arrival of the Ming mission on the pier.

For a moment, the songs of "Da Ming will punish the world" and "Long live, the winner's laurel" reverberated over the pier.

The level of the military band is very good, at least Abdul thinks the level is no less than that of the Ottoman military band.

But no matter how you listen to it, there is an indescribable loneliness in the music.

The German official who was familiar with Zhao Yijiong secretly made a helpless and apologetic expression.

Although Bismarck's status is detached, Ming is Germany's biggest ally today, and it can even be said to be the only ally.

Emperor Ming sent an envoy, and William II, as a junior, would not be able to meet him in person.

Of course Bismarck knew this very well, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He, the prime minister and foreign minister, has no way to persuade the stubborn young emperor.

If Zhu Fugui were here, he would shake his head greatly.

At that time, he called Bismarck the German Anlu Mountain, just to wake up Bismarck.

Loyalty alone will not save Germany.

I didn't expect that this guy didn't listen at all, or he was quickly marginalized by the new emperor just like in history.

Abdul said he was a special envoy, but in fact he had no power.

Before he went to get the cans, he had to ask the Chief Secretary of Jinyiwei for instructions, which is enough to illustrate this point.

Apart from Zhao Yijiong, who is a diplomat, the real manager of this trip is actually Wang Pinren, a fellow acquaintance of Jin Yiwei.

He is the third in command of Jin Yiwei, and he is also the "Mr." of the famous White Hound organization.

Of course, at this time, his identity was just an ordinary Jinyiwei Baihu, responsible for the security of the mission.

While Abdul and Zhao Yijiong were chatting with Bismarck and others, Wang Pinren was observing the appearance of Berlin.

The task Zhu Fugui entrusted to him was to thoroughly understand the strength of the independent country, so that when the inheritance of the British Empire was divided up in the future, it could be reasonably distributed.

Wang Pinren noticed that although they were covered up, many posters and slogans were painted on the walls of some houses.Obviously, this was influenced by Daming.

Probably because they didn't want the envoys of various countries to see that these propaganda works had been covered by the military police with the black, white and red tricolor flags of the Second German Reich.

Wang Pinren could tell at a glance that these flags were all produced in Xinzhe.

After the "Ming-Russia Non-Aggression Treaty" was signed, the 2B railway gradually resumed work, and most of the materials exported by Ming Dynasty were given to the army, including this tricolor flag.

At this time, a strong wind blew by.

Bismarck covered his top hat, but Abdul's scholar's kerchief with a monkey crown was blown away.

The main reason is that this guy's head is too big, and he refuses to wear a Tatar dog-skin hat. If he insists on wearing a Ming-style scarf, it will fall off when he lowers his head, let alone a strong wind.

A group of old Prussian bureaucrats who are close to the Ming quickly chased after him, and the scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

Wang Pinren noticed that even so, the Prussian army on guard all around was still in order, and no one whispered or moved without authorization.

'It seems that the independent army is still well-trained. '

Wang Pinren shook his head slightly, 'It's just that they are too poor. '

Under the effect of the strong wind, a corner of the tricolor flag on the wall was lifted, revealing the slogan inside: [Germany needs bullets, not butter]