"Master Ao, look at the battle in Constantinople. It was a splendid battle. Look at what is written in the battle report. There were corpses everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.

The quality of our observers needs to be improved. At least we have to write stories that are a bit story-telling so that people will like to read them. It’s not just coming back and forth, it’s just these adjectives.”

Li Xiao put down a few pieces of paper in his hand and complained to Ao Ye who was basking in the sun.

Mr. Ao was wearing large flower pants and sunglasses. He was lying on a beach chair, with iced wine and a huge fruit plate on the coffee table next to him. The content inside could only be described as exciting.

The dark chest hair was constantly swaying by the sea breeze. From Li Xiao's perspective, his whole body seemed to be shaking.

"Have a rest! People are fighting life and death, so what kind of observers did you send to watch the monkey show? Corpses are strewn in the fields and rivers of blood flow. You have never finished a war like this.

Do you think anyone can play your exchange match? You have cannons, machine guns, warships in the sea, and airships in the sky. What they have is just swords in their hands.

Sometimes I feel that this battle is boring. Just spread out the infantry, mount the cannon and blast away. Then wait for the opponent to surrender with a white flag!

Even if you encounter some tough-minded people who refuse to surrender, most of them have no choice but to escape. Even if they are pursued by airships in the sky, they can't outrun the thing flying in the sky on horseback. Looking from the sky to the ground, there are only trembling people hiding in caves and woods.

Waiting to be surrounded by infantry.

Sometimes I can't figure out whether this is a war or hunting?" Mr. Ao opened his mouth and ate a lychee peeled open by the maid next to him. He chewed it twice and spit out a small lychee core.

"Oh, it turns out you are tired of fighting like this. Well, let's take back all the weapons of the first division tomorrow. I will give you fine swords later, and you can go back to Constantinople and kill again. That will be more enjoyable.

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Li Xiao glanced at Mr. Ao with disdain, "I'm going around getting money to equip you with machine guns and cannons. But you're still not satisfied. You think it's pointless to fight like this, and you actually say it's like hunting."

Do you know how many silver coins I threw in in order to reduce the number of deaths?

A heavy rocket shell costs a hundred silver coins, a 460mm naval gun shell costs a damn three hundred silver coins. An airship cannon shell costs one silver coin.

Those who were killed by airships were actually killed by silver coins.

After a battle is won, the money will not be spent like water. If it were not for the sacking of Constantinople this time, Ai Husheng would have given up.

The current national strength of the Ming Dynasty simply cannot support the three hundred thousand troops fighting for thousands of miles. What's more, the Ming Dynasty is also in a period of great development.

Roads everywhere need to be repaired, and children need free education. Ports need to be built along the coast, and railways need to be built inland. Money is needed everywhere, and the only provinces that the Ming Dynasty can make money from now are Beijing, Liaodong, Shandong, Hebei, and Shaanxi.

Xi'an still has some surplus.

Most of the remaining provinces have fiscal deficits, and those that can make ends meet are considered good provinces.

Infrastructure construction is too damn expensive.

The overseas colonies are much better, especially Singapore and Java. Because of the various ores, Australia is doing well. Countless ships and motor sailing ships transport various resources back to the country every day.

Daming.

In short, now is Luoguo Mountain, money is tight!

Master Ao knew that what Li Hao said was a joke. No general would cherish the lives of his soldiers like him. After killing tens of thousands of enemy soldiers in one battle, only a dozen of his own people died. Li Xiao would also watch him die in battle.

The soldier's coffin is filled with grief.

He is such a person, he can only see his enemies dying, but not his brothers lying in a pool of blood. But the problem is, no matter how advanced the weapons are, they cannot make his side immortal. When he is unlucky, he will die from diarrhea.

This is not a lie. When fighting in India, many soldiers died of diarrhea.

Later, Li Xiao had to withdraw his troops from India. In his words, the Ganges River was simply a flowing poisonous river.

"You are not saying that there will be no more wars in the future. Now we have put swords and guns into Kuma and released Nanshan. Yuan Keli's Third Marine Division was reorganized by you into the Suez Canal Guard. Crete was abandoned, and Cyprus was also abandoned.

The army has no war to fight, and the navy has no war to fight. The airships flying in the sky have become a transport brigade, and I can only lie on the beach and bask in the sun. How about we find a boat and go fishing on the sea?"

"If you don't go, such strong solar energy will burn you like black coal. Be careful, they will seize you as a black slave and send you to the mines in Australia.

I heard that the mortality rate of miners there every year is so shocking that a valley is almost filled with corpses." Li Xiao had nothing to do about the high mortality rate in the mines.

In an era when production orders were still dominated by manpower, if you wanted to quickly complete primitive accumulation, you would inevitably need to squeeze wildly. If you don't squeeze those foreign savages, you need to squeeze the people of the Ming Dynasty.

Between the two, Li Xiao is more inclined to exploit foreigners. Those who are not from my race must have different intentions! After experiencing so many things, Li Xiao increasingly feels that this sentence is correct.

Because of race and culture, overseas people and people from the Ming Dynasty have fundamentally different views on things. This difference is deep in our bones and buried in our genes.

"Hey...! Even the bones are lying here lying scattered. Our First Division really has to withdraw to the country. When we don't have to go back to the country, we can wipe out Jiaozhi and other things."

This is a war fanatic. The promotion bonuses of the Liao army are all linked to military merit. At first, heads were obtained by killing enemies on the battlefield, but later they were all weaponized, and heads became less and less valuable.

There is no way, military merit only becomes the capture of a city, or the systematic elimination of an enemy army, and the calculation of military merit becomes more refined. It is not as rough as before!

"It's very good that Jiaozhi is now divided into two parts. It is in the interests of the Ming Dynasty that a nation hates each other. I don't think there is anything that needs to be changed.

The environment in East Asia is now very good, and the Japanese have begun to concentrate on business. The Tokugawa family and the Maori family now have only a few thousand samurai retainers left. Java has almost become the land of the Ming Dynasty, and the native people have disappeared into tribes. The rest

, and can only survive on some remote islands.

Great! Everything is fine, no need to change anything.

The soldiers have been out fighting for two years, and it's time to go home and take a look. After returning to the Ming Dynasty, those who deserve promotion and those who are unwilling to work in the team can be assigned to local positions.

There is always a shortage of officials at the grassroots level anyway, and those bastards from the Donglin Party need to be gradually replaced."

"I don't understand what you are telling me, but I heard from people in China that Tibet is not very peaceful now. The Gesar you praised has unified the plateau. He is also attacking Nepal, and I heard that he is also fighting with India.

Some states in the north are linked together.

They occupy the plateau and have great influence in Xikang and Qinghai. If they really have objections, the imperial government's policy of managing the Western Regions will be greatly affected."

"Don't think about things on the plateau. Gesar is not stupid. They know that the result of going down the plateau is death. The place on the plateau was given to the Tibetan people by God.

We Han people will suffer from altitude sickness when we go to the plateau. Many times, even catching a cold can kill someone. They are all our soldiers, how can you bear to let your brothers take such a risk?

The climate and environment on the plateau are harsh, and the products are not rich. If we take over now, it will only add to the burden on Ming Dynasty.

The Ming Dynasty is currently engaged in large-scale infrastructure construction, and most provinces are running deficits. There can be no more! Just let Gesar toss on the plateau and see what he can do.

Give him a few decades, and if he can build a train, it will be incredible. There is no need to waste the lives of our soldiers for a place that is still in the wilderness.

If you are really too idle, wars are raging in Europe. Why don't you go to France and serve as Napoleon's chief of staff. There will definitely be many battles to fight when you get there. As long as the British are there, they will continue to form anti-French alliances.

In addition, many monarchies in Europe were unhappy with Napoleon. Although Napoleon won the Battle of Austerlitz, there were still many battles to come.

How about it? Do you want to go or not? I heard people say that there are many beautiful girls in Paris. All of them have small waists and big butts, and some of them have chubby breasts. They are all the type you like. How about it? If you want to go, I will follow you.

Say it to Joseph and he will die of joy."

Li Xiao looked at Ao Canghai with a wicked smile!

"Get out of my way! It's not like I haven't slept with a golden-haired woman before. Her skin looked fair and fair, but after sleeping with her, I realized that her skin is not as fine as our girl's hair.

Besides, those women all smell like cats in February and August, and they can’t get used to it.”

"Come on! Use chopsticks to rinse the water vat." Li Xiao crossed his legs, one foot shaking as if he was having a stroke.

"Damn, I'll kill them if I mess up. Besides, Napoleon is nothing. I don't think he's qualified to be a regiment leader under me, and he asked me to be his chief of staff. You might as well throw me into the Japanese country."

At least, the women of the Japanese country really have nothing to say when they wait for people. Hey! After all, don’t do anything. Damn it, you hit someone with a pomegranate." Mr. Ao just fended off a hard pomegranate, and was hit hard by a lychee on the head.

one time.

For a moment, all kinds of fruits were flying around. In the end, the two simply threw away the fruit plate. The guards in the distance were dumbfounded. I guess there is only one person like him in the world who dares to play like this with the commander.

Li Xiao was no match for Mr. Ao when it came to fighting. Although he was young, he was still as strong as a bear. In the end, Li Xiao had no choice but to escape and return to his villa, where he was surrounded by girls to soothe his injured soul.

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While Li Xiao was having a great time in Xinjiapo, Suleiman II was wielding a sword and fighting on the huge stone city wall.

The Romanians were very ferocious. They set off on their war horses and galloped crazily to the city wall. Then the bows and arrows in their hands shot at the city wall like raindrops.

With the help of the inertia of the war horse, the arrow can fly very far.

The gaps in the huge stone wall are filled with all kinds of broken bricks and tiles. Many of the stones are carved with exquisite patterns. Precious glass is mixed with various iron thorns, which shine in the sunlight.

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Such a gap is actually more difficult to climb than a city wall.

If it is the Ming army, they can choose to blast open other city walls with one cannon. Or they can blow up the thin city gate with one cannon. The airship flies over and the cannon fires at the top of the city. The troops can enter the city smoothly and climb the city wall.

Declare occupation.

There may not be a few people killed in the whole process, maybe even no one.

But the Romanians were not the Ming army. They did not have large-caliber artillery, let alone airships that could fly in the sky. If they wanted to capture Constantinople, they could only use the most primitive method to attack it by force.

Of course, Li Xiao still gave some assistance to the Romanians. That is, one hundred kilograms of explosives.

Li Xiao told the Romanians that only fifty kilograms of explosives could blow up the two huge gates of Constantinople.

More than a hundred Romanian warriors, carrying Kukoc's heavy support and fifty kilograms of explosives, rushed towards the two huge city gates.

Arrows were flying along the way, and the knights used shields to protect their upper bodies. When they were close to the city wall, they were attacked by fire blunderbuss. The projectiles hit the warriors, and blood spurted out as they fell off their horses.

But they still rushed to the city gate tenaciously, but these guys didn't know how to leave when they saw the sparks of explosives popping out.

They all wanted to see how the two huge city gates rotted. They got their wish and saw how the city gates flew. They flew with the city gates.

In the smoke, a huge hole was blown out of the city gate.

Kukoc watched as his most elite men disappeared into a cloud of smoke and never came out again.

With a wave of the saber in his hand, tens of thousands of Romanian troops rushed toward the city gate of Constantinople. More than a dozen flying claws were thrown at the city gate, and the soldiers beat their horses and dragged them back.

The huge city gate of Constantinople made a loud bang, and then fell to the ground in the smoke.

Suleiman II was wearing armor and standing in a shield formation behind the city gate. This was a battle method they were familiar with. Unlike fighting against the Ming Dynasty, there was no room to fight back.

At least they still have a psychological advantage over the Romanians and Turks. This nation has been conquered by them for hundreds of years.

Our ancestors hundreds of years ago could conquer them, and they can do so now.

Behind the shield array is a forest of spears. Now Suleiman II is somewhat grateful to the Ming Dynasty for leaving these weapons. Without these swords and spears, the Turks would have to fight with big sticks.

The cavalry burst in, and the knight on the horse bumped into the spear. His body was pierced by several spears at once, and the horse was still galloping under his crotch.

The tall war horses knocked down a large area of ​​the infantry holding huge shields in one fell swoop. However, Romania's attack was also delayed.

The two sides surrounded the small space of the city gate, waving their swords mercilessly, and blood spurted out. The remaining limbs were dancing wildly. The blood on the ground was an inch thick, and it would slip when people stepped on it.
Chapter completed!