C313 Who was the commanding officer? (1/2)

Who is the commander in chief?

The shoot-out in London shocked Europe, and the grief-stricken editor turned the rage into words and arranged them into a declaration of war against terrorism.

”What kind of hell is this? What kind of evil ghost was raised? The conscience of mankind has already been trampled upon to this extent, the warmth and kindness in the hearts of the citizens were thrown into the ice-cold Thames River and they were drowned alive … ”

This was the darkest day since the birth of the European Newspaper Organization. Thames even chose to close the newspaper for one day, just to leave the account. Those letters were from the media, and the strong smell of gunpowder stung their hearts.

The large black-and-white photo was of a messy pile of flowers, the police officers on the stretchers screaming in pain, the wives of the sacrificed policemen crying helplessly, the golden pens that had abandoned all concerns fired at full force, ruthlessly arousing the readers' sensitive nerves.

The citizens of London were furious, the people of England were furious, and soon after, all the cities of Europe exploded in anger. The moral bottom line of the people of that era was still very high. This act of challenging the conscience of the entire human society caused a huge protest.

The people were no longer cold, countless of gentlemen wearing black suits walked to the Thames newspaper's entrance, they stood in a row quietly using their own bodies to form a human wall, they were using their actions to protect the newspaper's safety.

A row of black suits surrounded the newspaper. No one said a word, and the air was filled with suppressed anger. More and more people were crowding in. Whenever a man in a black suit felt tired and chose to rest, more suits would rush in to fill up his position. The wall formed by the hearts of the people touched the whole of Europe.

London, Madrid, Lisbon, Amsterdam … Rome, Athens, hamburger, Berlin... All the big cities in Europe, all the newspapers that had been subjected to violent attacks, were spontaneously protected by the masses. The walls of people protected their ears and tongues, and the silent protests cast a heavy cloud over the political scene in Europe.

”The pressure from the volcano is already high enough, it is only a node short now. As long as a small group of irrational citizens takes any action, Europe will quickly become turbulent, and the noose around France's neck has already been tightened. Napoleon III can forget about turning over …”

Xiao Letian sat on a bench in the garden, beside him were a thick stack of newspapers and a top secret report from Prussia. As for him, he was the commander of this public opinion battle. This garden was actually the headquarters behind the so-called 'flower protest'.

”Prime Minister, your scheme is simply invulnerable, I am even a little afraid. I am truly afraid that one day I will become your enemy, and then, it will probably be my end, haha …” The one who spoke was the Prussian intelligence officer Paul. He was temporarily assigned to follow Xiao Letian's orders, so the person to execute the entire plan was him.

It was not just Paul, but even Jonas now had contact officer Jonas, including the limping freelance writer Lei Ao. It was their combined effort that caused this battle to quickly engulf the entire Europe.

”Mr. Xiao, we don't need to put in more effort. Right now, the citizens have already lost all sense of reason, we just need to put in more effort …”

”No, no, no!” Xiao Letian stopped Lei Ao from speaking. ”We are not criminals, we are just people who are willing to help. People's hearts are like water, all we have to do is dig good ditches in advance, and when the water level rises, it will naturally flow according to our intentions.”

”Now that the water has been poured into the ditch, our mission has been completed. Now all we have to do is dry our hands and feet and stand on the mountaintop to watch the fun …” Furthermore, we still have other important matters to attend to. ”

Until today, when the few Prussian present finally understood just how terrifying Xiao Letian was. His insight towards the hearts of the people was simply unparalleled. More importantly, he was ruthless enough to never hesitate in making a decision.

Terrifying Prime Minister of the East, he first used the media to shape himself into a tragic figure, and first earned the sympathy of Europe as a whole. Then an attack on the newspaper was organized, throwing dirty water at France.

No one could believe that Xiao Letian was the commander of all the attacks and that they were carried out by the Prussians. In the newspapers of the nineteenth century, there had never been a public opinion battle, nor had there ever been a public opinion battle.

The kind-hearted citizens always believed in their own eyes. Perhaps some people felt that the whole matter was not very reasonable and discovered some suspicious points, but that was always the smallest part of the people. Their doubts only lasted for three minutes of hot air, and when the consciousness of the surrounding people began to envelop them, surrender was inevitable.

The most important thing was that Xiao Letian had made use of the European people's contempt for Asia, and the mid-century leaf was blooming period. The process of European colonization had smoothly surpassed his imagination, and the entire society had a unique and arrogant atmosphere.

At this time, China had already been beaten up by two Opium Wars, and its image in Europe had become synonymous with backwardness, ignorance and weakness.

Under the influence of such sentiment, no one would have thought that the Chinese had the intelligence or the ability to wage such a huge public war. Even the victim, France, did not believe that Xiao Letian had the capability to do so.

Xiao Letian took advantage of European people's arrogant mentality. A beautiful massacre by public opinion had completely turned the situation around for France, and when that unlucky policeman from London died on the street, the situation had already gotten out of control.

Xiao Letian stood up and walked to the corner of the garden to look in the direction of London. He spoke in a low voice to mourn for the London police, ”I'm sorry, your misfortune was not part of my plan, it was a regrettable accident. I will take good care of your descendants, may God bless your soul!”

Xiao Letian's grief was sincere, but it was just sincerity, he did not have the leisure to blame himself, in such a big world, how could he not have suffered grievances and deaths? The road of national recovery was filled with bones that blotted out the sky and the sun, the British and French combined forces suffered many casualties when they killed their way into the Beijing.

It had to be known that up until now, the development of this public opinion battle was no longer under Xiao Letian's control. The anger of the masses were like a great flood that had to flood out, and they had to release his strength to their heart's content.