Xia Bailong looked at the eunuch beside him and didn't speak for a long time. Then, he softly uttered, "Hmm?", causing the eunuch to shudder.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. This handwriting is really hard to read." The eunuch immediately knelt on the ground.
"Get up. It's not easy for a bunch of barbarians to be able to write. " Xia Bailong laughed. As though he had pressed a switch, the ministers below also burst into laughter. Their smiles were filled with contempt.
"Your Majesty is right. It's already not easy for those barbarians to be able to write. We can't ask for more," a minister echoed.
Xia Bailong nodded in satisfaction.
"Uh, Your Majesty, I'm old and have poor eyesight. I really can't recognize the handwriting," the eunuch said carefully after reading the letter.
Even though Ren Baqian found it hard to recognize himself, it wasn't to the point where he couldn't recognize him at all. However, as someone who had been serving Xia Bailong for a long time, he understood his temperament very well. If he really read this letter, he would definitely not be able to get anything out of it. Even if he was fine in the short term, after a period of time, he would find an excuse to die without a burial ground.
Eunuchs like them relied on the Emperor's favor. If the Emperor was dissatisfied with them, countless people would want to step on their bones to climb to the top.
"You can't even read a letter properly. Get lost," Xia Bailong snorted coldly. "Li Kairui, you read it."
"Yes."
A spirited old man with grizzled hair and beard took the letter and read it in detail. A strange expression appeared on his face.
"What? You can't even recognize him, Grand Secretary?" Xia Jiulong sneered.
Li Kairui was the tutor of the Great Xia Dynasty as well as the Grand Secretary of the Zhaoyang Dojo. Naturally, he would not be like the eunuch just now.
He just smiled bitterly and said, "The words in this letter are somewhat disrespectful to His Majesty."
"Speak!" Xia Bailong coldly said. "I would like to hear how disrespectful you are."
Li Kairui laughed bitterly in his heart, then cleared his throat and said,
"The empress of Dayao to His Majesty of Great Xia:
My old friend was as arrogant as you, and now the grass on his grave is five feet high.
Looking at the grass on my grave, I think of my old friend.
An old friend is like a ruler, his grave is like grass on his eyebrows! "
The first sentence was changed from the original Xia Baichong. After all, these words were too unpleasant to hear.
However, the rest of the content was told truthfully.
When Li Kairui was halfway through reading, the smile on Xia Bailong's face froze.
By the time Li Kairui finished reciting, Xia Baichong's entire body was emitting a cold aura, and the armrest of his chair, which was made of pure gold, had a deep fingerprint on it.
Everyone below was dumbfounded. No one expected Dayao's letter to contain such content. It was simply a direct insult! Old friend like you? Five feet of grass on his grave? What kind of words were those?
Still thinking of old friends like you? An old friend like a ruler, with grass on his brow at his grave?
This was simply a hooligan cursing in the street.
Originally, everyone wanted to ridicule the empress of Dayao and tried their best to explain. However, they still wanted to beat her up.
But at this moment, no one could say anything.
The empress of Dayao had no intention of explaining at all!
He immediately started scolding!
Although Ren Baqian had previously thought about the reaction of the empress of Dayao, a normal person would at least explain a little, right? Even if he brushed it off and said that he didn't know about the Seventh Prince's death, he would still be able to save face.
How could this be?
How could the prideful Xia Bailong accept this? How could these people, who had always regarded themselves as the strongest nation, accept this?
Everyone felt that no matter what the empress said, they would still beat her up, and that she was already a hooligan. They didn't expect her to be as strong as them. She started with a limerick and started scolding right away.
"Qi Zixiao actually dared to do this?" Xia Bailong's chest heaved up and down heavily as he cursed, "I must capture her and bring her back to Jiujiang. Let's see if she can still be so stubborn."
"Please calm down, Your Majesty. She was just venting her words," Li Kairui said in a deep voice.
"I know, but she actually dared to humiliate me like this …" Xia Bailong was furious.
After that day, Xia Bailong had a headache, and it was difficult for him to sleep at night for many days in a row.
If he knew that his impulsive letter had caused the empress of Great Xia's blood pressure to rise to the point of having a cerebral hemorrhage, he would probably be so proud that he would immediately write about it in his so-called "Records of the Grand Historian."
…
Apart from discussing with Tong Zhenye and the others about the location of the salt works, the manufacturing process, and the drilling of the wells, he would also learn about the situation at the front line from the radio.
After Yusheng City was breached, the army of the Protectorate of the Center finally arrived at the front line. Previously, 1,000 soldiers were sent to Yusheng City to assist in the defense, but all of them perished after the fall of the city.
The remaining 7,000 soldiers and Yusheng City didn't fight with the Great Xia army. The other party was guarding the city, and it was difficult for the 7,000 soldiers of Dayao to attack. If they were to forcefully attack, not only would they fail, but they would also suffer a lot of casualties.
As a result, they attacked the 70,000 Great Xia soldiers outside Guke City one day later. Together with the remaining 1,000 soldiers inside the city, they killed half of the 80,000 Great Xia soldiers, leaving behind at least 20,000 corpses. More than 10,000 Great Xia soldiers were scattered outside, and only half of them retreated to Liao City to join the 80,000 Great Xia soldiers there.
At this time, there were still 5,000 soldiers left in the Protectorate of the Center.
At this time, the empress was approaching Liao City and was using the radio to communicate with Li Qianqiu from time to time. She was preparing to attack the 120,000 Great Xia soldiers in Liao City.
Only the aboriginals could use 6,000 people to fight against an army of 120,000.
Ren Baqian found it hard to accept that 1,200 of the 6,000 winged cavalry warriors were at least at the Earth Wheel level.
After all, the education on Earth was about hundreds of thousands of soldiers surrounding hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers, and they had received this education for more than 20 years. Now, a few thousand soldiers were fighting against hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers. Even though he knew that the strength of an Earth Wheel expert wasn't comparable to that of an ordinary army, this number still made him feel uncomfortable.
…
Ren Baqian sat on the ground with a drill model in front of him. He gently tapped his finger on a small piece of wood behind the model, and the drill bit drilled into the ground with the help of a lever. It didn't take long for a small hole to be drilled.
The surrounding students looked curiously at the model that Ren Baqian was fiddling with. Although they had learned a little physics, it was all theoretical, and they only talked about optical fibers.
This was the second time they saw a mechanical model that could be used in real life. As such, they were very curious and carefully observed it. This was what they wanted to learn in the future.
The first time they saw Ren Baqian's motorcycle, which had been successfully turned into a pile of scrap metal.
After fiddling with the model for a long time, Ren Baqian retracted his hand and said to Tong Zhengye, "This is basically what happened. The rest is up to you guys."
"Sir Ren isn't staying here?" Tong Zhengye was slightly stunned.
"It's about time. I'm going to the front line to take a look," Ren Baqian said casually with the aura of an expert who looked down on his enemies.
Those who weren't familiar with him wouldn't be able to tell that he was acting cool.
"Sir Ren, it's better for you to stay here so that everyone can be less worried," Tong Zhengye said with a strange look on his face.
Previously, he had been assassinated twice, and each time, Her Majesty flew into a rage. Now, he still wanted to go to the front line? Should he say that he was magnanimous or that he didn't know what was good for him? As long as you stay here peacefully and don't get into any trouble, that will be the greatest contribution you can make.
Ren Baqian stared at him and said, "Do you really think I'm made of clay? I don't even have the ability to protect myself? Let me tell you, I'm even afraid of myself when I get angry. "
"You're really made of clay." Tong Zhengye nodded seriously.
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