Contract of Devil by Lisi
It was a summer afternoon, and the fierce heat of the sun hung in the sky.
In anticipation of the coming triumphal ceremony, numerous guards in bright red armor have spilled over into the dock at Pier 1.
And in the 100-step perimeter of the dock, the soldiers of the embattled Yanjing police have been able to pump out all strength they had.
Many of them had their clothes torn, and their shiny shoulders had been ripped off, and their proud hats were seized, and their boots had been stamped out.
The 1,000 men who had been ordered to keep order at the perimeter of the harbour were frustrated by the presence of more than 50,000 enthusiastic Yanjing citizens.
The enthusiastic crowd of onlookers prepared flowers, cheers, applause -- and, of course, many of girls even prepared to give their kisses and even virginity.
In this emotional state of mind, 1,000 security guards felt like a boat in the middle of the ocean, at any moment in danger of being overturned.
At the moment they were envious of the guards who stood on the dockside, as they were able to line up their teams, showing off their most brilliant armour and weapons, without having to worry about being scratched by an enthusiastic citizen next.
For this grand triumph, the great emperor of the empire, Augustine VI, broadened the Lancang canal to reach Yanjing twice as much!
The imperial government paid nearly 3 million ducats for the work of 10,000 river workers.
The price was paid only to allow the empire's flagship Dandong to sail through the canal to the east gate of Yanjing, to celebrate the mighty force of the empire, to be greeted with cheers from all the people.
No one cares if it's worth the price of showing off for such a situation.
The last chancellor of the exchequer, who had originally raised a strong objection, had been rushed back to his old home by his angry emperor.
The only choice for the next chancellor of the exchequer is to rack his brains and try to squeeze the money out of the empire's finances to meet the " overambitious and unrealistic man ".
Of course, the term " overambitious and unrealistic man " can only be buried deep in the heart of the chancellor of the exchequer, deep, deep.
As the afternoon sun shone on the broad river, the first bit of the sail began to silhouetted, and the crowd began to cheer.
As the 200-step giant battleship slowly approached the harbor, the magnificent silhouette of the battleship stunned all the citizens of Yanjing.
The empire's sixth fleet flagship, Dandong, the pride of the imperial navy, the largest ship ever built by the imperial navy.
The ship had been thoroughly whitewashed and renovated, and the ship was painted a forbidding black, and in the midst of a wave of cheers, the Dandong was like a huge black monster approaching the harbor, with a huge bramble waving in the wind.
When the anchor was dropped, tens of thousands of people in the harbor were already boiling, millions of hats were thrown into the sky, millions of people stepped on their shoes, and countless others were injured.
And the poor sheriff's soldiers were able to narrow the cordon and narrow it down as far as they could.
The earl, Raymond, the conductor imperial expeditionary force, was standing on the prow of the bow, looking at the jubilant crowds at the harbor with a solid face.
The 39-year-old imperial general, the earl of empire, now clad in his most ceremonial dress, covered his body with light armour, and his red cape was hunting with the wind, and two medals on his chest -- the first two expeditions to the expedition.
And there is no doubt that this triumph will win him the third imperial medal.
The earl's eyes were a little loose, and his focus was not on the cheering crowds at the port, but if you had looked closely enough, the brow of the earl's brow seemed furrowed, and seemed rather impatient.
Heck, this armor is too heavy and stupid!
The earl does not think that being a member of a naval fleet would require such heavy armor to be worn at sea.
That's what the army uses.
As for the medals, it was even more stupid in the count's heart.
It was as if the nouveau riche were showing off their wealth -- the real nobility was above doing it.
He felt that such a move was a bit infra dig.
What's more, the cheering crowd was so loud that their cheering, like the waves of the tsunami, was eroding the count’s patience.
A subliminal glance at the deck below.
The Dandong had been freshly painted three days earlier to cope with today's welcoming ceremony, and there was no blood on the deck.
The wrecked decks of the expeditionary war had already been relaid, and the bow had been replaced by a new one. To the devil, those who liked to kowtowing to the emperor had turned the bow into a statue of his majesty the emperor himself, and it was said that the statue had been made by an imperial master in the previous days. So the imperial navy paid an additional 10,000 gold pieces. Mighty as it is, don't the fools know that when the battle is at sea, the first one to be destroyed is the angle of the bow?
In his opinion, the 10,000 gold pieces were really wrong. The sculptor's work is not even more effective than looking for a sharp stake.
In fact, even further, lord Raymond's own belief in the idea of organizing the so-called Xth imperial expedition was a ludicrous and absurd decision.
From a few decades ago, the empire began an expedition to the South China Sea.
There is no denying that there are many islands in the south, like scattered pearls scattered over vast expanses of ocean, where there are strange woods, wild and foolish, still in the clan stage, with gold, gemstones, spices, and seafood.
But the earl doesn't think it's " an expedition " to " take a dozen or so large ships to bully the native canoes ".
It was a plundering, a massacre, a robber, an invasion, a naked robbery!
The count does not think there is anything wrong with it.
The weak have always been bullied by the strong, and the weak need to remain subordinate to the strong.
But he argues that the empire's policy toward the southern ocean was a mistake: this so-called expeditionary operation, which was carried out too frequently, seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
During the early two or three expeditions, the mighty imperial navy had a strong presence in the southern ocean, and the whole ship was brought back by the whole ship.
But after all, the rich granaries can not withstand such frequent harvesting.
Too much looting has wiped out the aboriginal tribes in the waters off the coast, and the expeditionary force has had to take its course further and further, a huge test of fleet replenishment.
After all, the Nanyang is not only the only indigenous people who are bullies, not only the golden gems, but also the sultry weather, the changing climate, the terrible waves, and the countless reefs, whirlpools, storms.
The harvest of the transition made the fertile field, which would have been the granary of the empire, quickly deserted.
The subsequent expedition was less than once.
Ironically, however, the ceremony was bigger than once.
Raymond, who has presided over three expeditions in recent years, got a reputation in the southern ocean.
The imperial admiral, the earl, had a string of nicknames in the southern ocean:
His hands were stained with the blood of the natives. He was the notorious aggressor in the tribe of the native tribes, who burned their homes and enslaved them.
The earl of course did not care, but the only thing that bothered him was that the excessive war of aggression had, in some ways, distorted the development of the indigenous people, especially the armed forces.
Even before he came back, he had heard that some of the island's indigenous peoples had formed a so-called alliance against the endless plunder of the empire in the far south.
Fortunately, those annoying things have not been taken into consideration.
Because he knew it was his last expedition.
Next, he will stay in Yanjing, and if all goes well, he will take a prominent position in the imperial command, and then, for a decade and a half, he will become the new secretary of the armed forces, with his family's influence, and perhaps, if he is lucky, to become a Prime Minister in the final years of his political career.
As for the expedition, fuck it.
That was the headache of the next expeditionary force.
Even if the natives have evolved enough to make a magic weapon, that's not their problem.
In the heat of the heat wave, the earl walked down the flagship deck in front of the crowd, and his foot finally stepped on Yanjing's land!
He waved to the cheering crowd. but it was more like driving a fly.
First, a civil servant, dressed in court, boarded the ship and read the order of the emperor's grace, and announced that the earl would come to the palace early tomorrow morning to see his majesty the emperor, and to receive the honours.
As it is, the political future is bright.
But then a grey-dressed servant crowded up and whispered another message in the ear of the earl, and the news sent Raymond to the bottom of his heart!
The news is from home.
The expedition was more than three years away, the sea was vast, and the news was inconvenient.
Raymond didn't know what was going on at home.
The most important is his wife.
Three years ago, his wife was pregnant, and now he doesn't even know if it's a son or a daughter!
The news at home: it's a son.
The son, however, seemed an idiot.
The news was nearly so bad that the earl was knocked down from the top of his delight.
God damn it!
But almost every one of the Yanjing dignitaries, who had come to greet them, saw that the victorious commander in chief had a sombre look on his face to the point of collapse.