Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Maozi herself has no malice towards the queen and other concubines, but she likes tranquility by nature. Since she was a child, she loves to be alone alone, thinking quietly, crying for a while, laughing for a while... At this time, she returned to her bedroom— Listening to Yuexuan, pacing up and down in the study boredly, but his heart couldn't calm down no matter what.will he come

After a long while, he was still nowhere to be seen. She walked to the table impatiently, picked up a book of poetry placed on it, and flipped through it absent-mindedly.Two sheets of folded rice paper fell down, and she knew that the emperor must have put them in the book after practicing calligraphy, so she opened it casually and looked at it.

"When the moon rises brightly, it makes people flirt; when the moon rises, it makes people caress; It’s so hard, it’s so hard.” After skipping a few words that she couldn’t recognize, she finally finished reading this tongue-twister-like poem.Although she knew that it must be copied from the Book of Songs, in her eyes, it was as profound as a heavenly book.

Putting down this piece of paper, she looked at the other one, glanced at it, and immediately smiled. "The reeds are green, the white dew is frost; the so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water..." She is no stranger to this poem. It was a poem that every girl liked very much in the Japanese imperial palace.

Suddenly, her body trembled. Did he write these two poems for me?

She touched her hot cheeks, stood there for a while, and finally laughed at herself for being so stupid, why she could think of everything about herself.

Maozi hurriedly put the paper into the book and put it away as it was.In order to calm down her panic, she conveniently picked up a strange long cylinder placed on the table and studied it. It was left here when the emperor came last time, and she had never noticed it for many days.Looking left and right, she didn't know what it was. Just as she was wondering, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind her: "I don't know what it is, I'm here to show you."

She was startled, and the cylinder in her hand almost fell to the ground. Looking back, she saw the emperor standing with his hands behind his back, smiling.The maozi stroked his chest, with a bit of blame and complaint in his tone: "Your Majesty, why do you always walk so lightly, without even making a sound when you walk, and I have to..."

Guan Xuqing laughed, his face was not as serious as before, he reached for the cylinder, opened the lid and fiddled with it.Seeing him open the lid, she suddenly realized, she couldn't help smiling, and said with a smile, "I thought it was some kind of treasure, it turned out to be a spotting telescope."

"Do you know this thing?" Guan Xuqing stared at her and said, "Telescopes are also divided into three, six, and nine grades. This was given to me by the Kaiser a few days ago. This is called a high-powered telescope."

"Although the Japanese imperial palace can't be compared with this place, binoculars are not a rare thing." Maozi seemed to regain his spirits all of a sudden, took the binoculars, put it close to one eye and adjusted it, showing a naive and brilliant attitude.

"What was your childhood like? It sounds very desirable." He watched her play with the telescope happily and skillfully, showing a look of leisurely fascination.

Maozi smiled lightly, and put the adjusted telescope in front of Guan Xuqing: "Although it is monotonous, but it is very happy, and you can do many things you want to do. But you are not suitable for that kind of life. Sometimes I think you are born to be an emperor people."

Guan Xuqing smiled wryly and said, "You just said it wrong..." He turned his eyes to look out of the window, and whispered with some disappointment.

"Why? Isn't it?" Maozi looked at the emperor with a surprised face, and there was sympathy in that expression.

Guan Xuqing was puzzled for a while, then waved his hand: "Okay, let's not talk about this. Let me ask you something, if I don't become an emperor one day, will you still like me?"

The maozi nodded firmly.

Guan Xuqing's gaze fixed on Maozi's face, and the gentle watery eyes almost completely drowned her.Under such gazes, Maozi's heart beat faster and faster, her face became hotter and hotter, and she even had difficulty breathing, but she suddenly blurted out: "Your Majesty, can you explain to me that the moon rises brightly, Jiao People tease me' this poem?"

Guan Xuqing was startled for a moment, then quickly glanced at the book on the table, suddenly burst into laughter, then looked at her and said solemnly: "This poem is about missing a beautiful girl under the moon, especially I miss her beautiful figure dancing under the moon."

Maozi looked at the other party for a few seconds, and suddenly his face burned like a fire. He lowered his head and never dared to look at him again, but just stared at the piece of paper in front of him.There was chaos in her mind, and the words on the paper jumped in front of her eyes as if they were alive, but she suddenly found that she was embraced by him.Although his embrace was unusually warm, there was a layer of chill on her body.She was forced to look up at him, and found that he was as nervous as herself, and she could even feel the arms around her trembling slightly.

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Soaring Brilliance: World War I Chapter 349 Secret Tour

"At first the massacre increased to such a degree that it was impossible to advance the troops to bring the battle to a decisive conclusion. At first they thought they were still fighting under the old conditions, and tried as much as possible to make the battle possible. A decisive result is finally learned and the attempt is abandoned forever. This war is no longer a hand-to-hand struggle in which the men of both sides test each other's physical and moral strength ; but now it has become a stalemate. Both sides are on par with each other. Although they can threaten each other, neither can make a final and decisive attack. This is the war of the future—no The battle, but the famine; not the killing of men, but the bankruptcy of the country and the collapse of the whole social organization. In the next war, all men will go into the trenches. It will be a great trench war. For a soldier The pickaxe, he said, would become as indispensable a weapon as his rifle. All wars would necessarily have the character of a siege, and soldiers could fight as they pleased, but the final decision would be * In the hands of 'hunger'." The famous European military theorist Bullock made such a description of the Battle of the Marne in his letter to the emperor of the Chinese Empire.

Guan Xuqing slowly closed Bullock's letter paper. He knew exactly what role China would play among the European powers, but it was like a layer of window paper, which could not be broken easily.

"Slave kowtows to the emperor." At some point, Zhao Bingjun and Luo Ming had arrived in the hall, kneeling respectfully in the center of the hall.

Only then was Guan Xuqing freed from deep thoughts, and waved his hand to let them flatten, "Have you done everything I asked you to do?"

"It's all done. It's just that... the slave really can't guess the emperor's intention, so I ask the emperor to express it."

Guan Xuqing stood up, walked back and forth on Danbi several times with his hands behind his back, and suddenly said: "Do you still remember that I said a few days ago that I would tour Shanghai in the south?"

Zhao Bingjun was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head: "The emperor means..."

"I want you to arrange the accompanying guards as soon as possible, because I have decided to leave tonight." Guan Xuqing's tone was firm without the slightest hesitation.

"Ah?" Luo Ming didn't come to his senses until now: "Does the emperor want to go on a tour in secret?"

"Ah."

"But this time is no small matter, Your Majesty. Last time you drove Suzhou and Hangzhou, there were a large number of assassins sent by the Northwest Rebel Party, which almost caused a catastrophe. Slave... Slave should increase the guard force no matter what this time. I am responsible for your safety." Luo Ming still has lingering fears when he thought of that assassination incident.

Guan Xuqing sneered, and said to Zhao Bingjun, "Have all your secret agents been properly arranged?"

After Zhao Bingjun was startled, he immediately calmed down. After following the emperor for many years, he already had a certain understanding of the emperor's mind. This young emperor has always been arbitrary, and his decisions can never be changed, so he said: " Back to the emperor, the patrol route and military support along the way have been properly arranged, ready to be transferred at any time."

Guan Xuqing nodded, and said to Luo Ming who was still in astonishment: "Did you hear that, the surrounding area has been arranged, and your guard team is only responsible for personal protection of my safety. Since it is a secret patrol, it will be conspicuous if there are too many people. Besides, there are Huo Yuanjia, Huang Feihong and others accompanying him, so I think it will be safe."

Luo Ming hesitated for a while, and wanted to say something, but found that the emperor's face darkened, so he could only swallow it back, and said, "I will obey the holy order. I just don't know when to leave tonight?"

Guan Xuqing said firmly, "Now!"

The First World War has been going on so far, and it has really reached its climax due to the joining of the Chinese army. The whole world is guessing, what exactly does the awakened Eastern Lion want to do?Is it to push the forces of militarism to the peak?Or is it necessary to push the whole of Europe into the abyss of war?

In the final analysis, the Battle of the Marne was a duel between Germany and France, two feuding countries.Mentally speaking, the Germans are thick and methodical, and the French are quick and cautious.As far as infantry tactics are concerned, the Germans advocate starting the attack with a dense line of fire, advancing it to the point where the enemy's fire is effective, and then smothering the enemy's position with bullets; Between [-] and [-] yards to gain an advantage in firepower.Finally, he continued to advance, and did not charge with bayonet until he was a hundred yards away.Should this final advance prove impossible, the final advance should be made in the dark of night, followed by an assault at dawn.The basis of the theory of the French is that of Dupique; advance under controlled fire until within four hundred yards of the enemy, when, in their opinion, aimed fire is impossible, Therefore, the loss can be reduced, so they began to charge with bayonets to capture the enemy's position.

The staff headquarters of both sides have studied artillery tactics in the Russo-Japanese War.The French considered all reports of Japanese artillery superiority to be exaggerated.The Germans learned that artillery duels and infantry attacks were really one thing in battle, not two.But the Germans, as a whole, do not like sheltered fire; they consider their artillery superior in numbers to that of the French, and if they can be fired from an open position, all guns can be fired at the same time. If the enemy fires, it can crush the enemy more quickly.The main difference is their opinion on howitzers.Since the Battle of Pleven the Germans have adopted light howitzers; after Mukden they have introduced heavy howitzers.The French don't like howitzers, thinking that their seven-fifth field artillery is completely enough.They said the heavy howitzer was too cumbersome and an unsuitable weapon for mobile warfare.Although the Germans claimed that such heavy shells had a major impact on the morale of the troops, the French replied that German troops needed noise to stimulate them, while French troops did not—because they were too smart.

In contrast, among the armies of Germany and France, of course the German army learned more from the lessons of the Russo-Japanese War.But both sides missed its main lesson—in defense it was the guns that prevailed, so the natural consequence was field fortification.Neither side has realized that unless the next war can be won with one blow, due to firepower, a war between a million troops will inevitably become a trench war, and In a trench war, the inevitable result is again a massive increase in artillery and ammunition.

However, the military thinking and tactics of both Germany and France have undergone subversive changes because of the sudden appearance of the Blitzkrieg in China.

The cross three-dimensional offensive system composed of tanks, airships, and motorized teams showed strong offensive capabilities in the Battle of the Marne, completely subverting the traditional trench-style combat thinking, directional blasting, independent combat by engineers, special forces raids, and fixed-point paratroopers. A series of unprecedented new tactical methods such as raids and net sniper attacks have shocked military theorists all over the world.

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Soaring Front: World War I Chapter 349 The emperor is missing!

On the night of the third day of the Lunar New Year, just after midnight, the city of Beijing, which had been noisy all day, returned to silence.A carriage quietly drove out from the back door of the Forbidden City. The moon-white canvas hood was damaged due to wind and rain. The midnight wind made the thin canvas hood rattle.When the train came to Chang'an Avenue, it gradually accelerated and headed straight for Beijing Xijiao Railway Station...

Shanghai, the largest financial and trade center in the empire, is full of luxury and wealth, but the dance pavilions and singing stages of the past seem to be blown away by the rain and the wind overnight.Although there is no historical concession area in Shanghai at this time, there are embassies and commercial buildings in various countries, and the brilliant lights everywhere seem to show people the past prosperity here.

Guan Xuqing was sitting in a dilapidated rickshaw, wearing a light yellow suit, holding a civilized stick in his hand, looking neat and tidy, like a young businessman who had just returned from a different place.The driver of the cart was wearing a blue cloth jacket, wearing a certain blooming face, with a handkerchief on his shoulders, while running forward, he occasionally looked back at the customers sitting in the cart. The two chatted very speculatively along the way, but neither of them You know, the person pulling the cart is actually the empire's famous imperial guard, Luo Ming!

In the buildings on both sides of the Bund Coastal Boulevard that the rickshaw passed by, there were pairs of eyes closely monitoring every move of pedestrians on this street, and radio waves were transmitted in the cold air from time to time.

"Position No. 5, safe!"

"Position No. 8, safe!"

"Position No. 9, safe!"

"There are still 300 meters to the target location!"

"200 meters!"

"50 meters!"

Guan Xuqing looked around while chatting with Luo Ming.The bustling streets in the past are now much deserted and cold. There are garbage and shredded newspapers everywhere on the ground. Many shops on both sides of the road are closed and closed, and some still have traces of being smashed and looted.Pedestrians walk in twos and threes on the street in a hurry, few people talk to each other, acquaintances always nod when they meet each other, and then pass by quickly.Is this still Shanghai?

Beijing, Qianqing Palace.At this time, the civil and military officials who came to participate in the early court had gathered, but everyone's face was full of doubts. Feng Xianghua grabbed the eunuch on duty Xiao De'an and asked: "Is the emperor feeling unwell? It's been half an hour, why hasn't the emperor come, this has never happened before."

Little De'an waved his hands as he walked out and said, "Master Feng, don't ask me about this, I don't know..."

"Hey, kid, don't go away... don't ask who you ask, except for Wang Shang, you are with the emperor every day, what else can you hide from you." Li Zhen, the Minister of Finance, kept talking about Xiao De'an. let him go.