Josephine Joffre stood on the street of Horangabo, like a scene, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.
She is so conspicuous that even in this city where foreigners are not uncommon, her strong sense of presence cannot be concealed. This sense of presence goes beyond what can be achieved by clothing, figure and appearance, and there seems to be an aura lingering around her.
Beside her, there was something so holy that it reminded people of pure white lilies.
Perhaps the Saint Joan of Arc hundreds of years ago had the same aura, which is why so many people followed in her footsteps.
There was a little Chinese girl who seemed to be attracted by the smoothness around Josephine. She approached her with a flower basket and said in a childish and timid tone what was probably the only Spanish word she knew: "Flowers."
Josephine looked at the wreath in the little girl's hand, and then her eyes turned to the florist herself. The little girl was a little timid when she was stared at by Josephine's clear sapphire green eyes, and she shrank her neck in fear.
Josephine smiled. She took a garland, then took out two one-ounce French Indochina coins and handed them to the little girl. They were definitely more than the value of a garland, but the little girl looked at them and shook her head.
Josephine shook her head. Josephine tilted her head in confusion, not understanding what was wrong. She couldn't understand the Chinese the little girl spoke.
At this time, someone next to him handed over a Nanyang ticket with eighteen stars printed on it. Hergé, Josephine's attendant and translator, said in Chinese with a slightly heavier accent: "Take it, there is no need to look for it."
Looking at the back of the little girl leaving happily, Josephine straightened up and sighed to herself: "This is the first time I heard that someone would rather take banknotes than silver coins."
Hergé grinned, looking quite meaningful, and nodded at the supply and marketing agency standing on the street: "I'm afraid that's the reason. Most daily necessities are sold there, and all goods are so-called clearly marked.
, commodities have two prices. The price of silver adjusts with the market on a weekly basis, but the pricing of Nanyang tickets has never changed. Because the prices of daily necessities are fixed, the prices of other commodities not controlled by Lin Ji are also fixed.
It is relatively stable, and the price fluctuations of all goods are controlled near a certain baseline. The commercial prosperity of this city is based on this restricted price."
Elburn lit a cigarette, and after seeing the frown on Josephine's face, he smoked it out helplessly.
When he spoke again, there was a hint of ridicule in the Maasai man's tone: "All the economists in Europe have been slapped hard on this island, and they don't even have room to resist. Free competition has become
After passing the clouds, I think we saw with our own eyes the birth of a new economic thought."
Josephine looked at the busy street and fell into deep thought again.
The streets are orderly, with Chinese policemen wearing black police uniforms on duty at every intersection. Under the iron fist of the Nanyang Army and Lin Ji, criminal elements in the city have been uprooted - Hongmen is originally a gangland, and gang wars
They are very familiar with that routine.
“In less than a year,” Hergé said, “this place has transformed from a run-down town into a thriving city. From here to San Fernando, there are all vibrant plantations.
Each worker has a smile on his face, and everything before February of this year is like a nightmare that never existed. You are right, Josephine, that Oriental is a magician."
Josephine ignored Hergé, who was in French romantic mood, and her eyes were attracted by the silhouette of a group of soldiers on their way in the distance.
The soldier in the front row carried an eighteen-star military flag with Chinese characters written on it, holding his head high and his chest high and majestic. The soldiers following the military flag lined up in four columns, and their movements were as neat as if they were carved from the same mold. The forest of shining spears pierced the forest.
It rises and falls in a unified rhythm, and each rise and fall brings out a flash of light.
The officers walking next to the queue were wearing different weapons from the soldiers. It could be seen that the weapons were very well maintained. Josephine even suspected that the shiny gun barrel could be used as a mirror. Correspondingly, the officer's photo
His face was covered with wrinkles and he looked quite old, but his pace was no worse than that of the young people around him.
As if to coordinate the pace of the soldiers, the officer shouted a slogan at the top of his voice. Before the officer finished speaking, the soldiers responded with a loud voice. The majestic chant echoed back and forth between the buildings on both sides of the street.
At the same time, it was deeply imprinted in Josephine's heart..
Then the officer stood up, and the ranks of soldiers began to sing. The melody was very familiar to Josephine.
The birth of the Goddess is completely random, so the origins of the Goddess are various, including the daughter of a street fortune teller, and some are simply an accidental birth in a brothel. But Josephine was born in a family of French military officers, and she has heard of it since she was a child.
She grew up listening to her great-great-grandfather and grandfather telling her glorious history. She was very familiar with the wars before he was born, including the one that caused France to lose Lorraine and Alsace. So she was very familiar with France's opponents in that war.
Everything, including military songs.
The Nanyang Army actually sang a song based on the melody of "Kaiser Wilhelm's Military Training Song", which surprised Josephine very much.
"Hergé, what are they singing?"
"Every soldier in Nanyang must keep in mind the three major disciplines and eight points of attention. First, only by obeying the command in all actions and working in unison can we win; second, do not take a needle from the masses, and the masses will support and like me; third, all seizures must be
Return to the public and work hard to reduce the burden on the people. We must adhere to the three major disciplines and never forget the eight points of attention: first, we must have a harmonious attitude when speaking, respect the people and do not be arrogant..."
"Okay, that's enough." Josephine stopped Hergé who seemed to be continuing to translate, because she had already guessed the general content of the song.
More importantly, she saw the crowd's reaction to the song.
Naughty children followed the army, walking like the soldiers and singing along with their young voices; the adults did not make many clear expressions, but spontaneously gave way and looked on with smiles.
The troops passed by without any sign of dissatisfaction because the troops were marching and occupying the road.
Josephine knew very well what such a scene meant. The attitude of the people would affect the feelings of the soldiers. An army that is loved by the people can easily develop a sense of honor and responsibility. Even if such an army lacks combat experience and no matter how backward its weapons and equipment are, it will be
A force that cannot be underestimated.
For example, the French Army after the Revolution.
Josephine noticed that her hands were shaking slightly.
"Jambo," she hadn't called Hergé by her childhood nickname for a long time (Hergé's name was Jean, and the pronunciation of the nickname was very euphemistic. The author translated it as Jiang Bo based on the translation in "The Adventures of Will".
Son), "When I became a knight, I swore that I would abide by the eight virtues of knighthood. My sword would be wielded to protect France and for the well-being of the people. But the first task I performed was to suppress the strike of textile workers.
.”
Hergé didn't speak, not because French men don't have gentlemanly feelings, but because he knew that the girl in front of him no longer needed his superficial embrace.
"I have always dreamed of being born a hundred years earlier, and then serving in the army of His Majesty Napoleon, fighting for France under the glorious tricolor flag."
"But now this Napoleon is Chinese."
"Well," Josephine nodded, "I realize once again how regrettable this is."
After speaking, Josephine's face returned to normal, and she asked Hergé in a solemn tone: "The troops that are advancing now are..."
"The first sign of the Nanyang Army's First Town is the Sharp Knife Camp. The group behind them with different flags is part of the Nanyang Army's Marine, Land, and Feng Association. It looks like they are going to the dock to greet someone. In addition, I just heard
I received news that there seemed to be an American fleet on the pier, flying the Chinese flag, and I smelled a conspiracy here."
"It's either the Dutch East Indies or Indochina. Just choose one of the two." Josephine's tone was full of severity.
At this moment, five well-equipped goddesses passed through the sky, and a large cheer sounded on the ground.
"Three Ji aerial combat uniforms, two Ji Ji ground attack suits." In just a moment, Josephine grasped the equipment of the passing Shen Ji, "Standard security configuration, the Prussian set."
Hergé whistled: "It seems like a big shot is coming."
Josephine pursed her lips tightly, a big shot worthy of being greeted by the Nanyang Army with such a formation... The answer she thought about made Josephine's heart thump, and then she realized something was wrong.
Her "thump" momentarily shook her spirit, and her original strict counter-reconnaissance measures immediately collapsed.
Then someone's perception slipped in along this corner...
Broken, discovered.
As soon as Josephine was about to pull Hergé away, a heavily armed goddess roared over with a sharp sound of breaking through the sky. When she approached the ground, the amplifying wings on her back sprayed in the opposite direction, covering a large area.
Smoke and dust.
Immediately afterwards, several other goddesses followed the leading one and landed one after another, surrounding Josephine and Hergé.
The leader Shen Ji holds the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which is longer than her height. All the armor plates on her body stand up, revealing the radiant alchemy runes underneath - this shows that her armor is at the stage of accumulating energy.
In an extremely critical state, she was ready for a fierce battle between the goddess and the goddess.
"Who is coming!" shouted a loud voice, but Josephine couldn't understand it.
But there were other people behind him who responded.
"The chief priest of Kashima Taisha Shrine...ah, come to think of it, aren't you asking me?"
Josephine was shocked. The time from when she felt the new breath to when this person came behind her was too short. She turned around and saw a girl wearing a strange red and white "dress".
The girl is obviously different from General Shenji who arrived earlier. She did not put on any posture at all, but at the same time, she did not reveal any flaws. In Josephine's view, the fighting power of the red and white girl is probably not that of Naji.
Above the general.
If it was just General Na Ji, Josephine would still be sure to fight and wait for an opportunity to escape the pursuit and escape back to the French cruiser on standby at sea. She prepared a pair of small amplifier wings and hid them in her bra.
The bustier can fly when unfolded.
But now, I'm afraid there is no hope of escape at all.
When Josephine was sizing up the situation, the two goddesses who came to capture her left her and started to quarrel.
"You Japanese, why are you here to join in the fun!"
"It's not what I wanted to do. You suddenly ran away. The big boss asked me to come and take a look at the situation. Get paid to do things. This is my purpose and professional ethics."
"I think you just have no sense of moral integrity!"
Josephine couldn't stand it anymore and coughed twice to show her presence.
After the two of them calmed down, she said in the most solemn tone: "I am the leader of the expedition of the French Order of Roland in Indochina. I am currently on vacation. I am very sorry for not informing you in advance."
Then the red and white girl took out a paper figurine, and Josephine recognized it as an Eastern power-guiding prop called a shikigami. The red and white girl said to the shikigami, "She said so, boss."
The sound that followed from the paper man's mouth made Josephine secretly relieved.
"She is an old friend of mine. You must treat her with courtesy." Lin Youde said through the shikigami, "Miss Xiafei, I am very happy to meet you again."