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The question of whether Xiao Letian was dead or alive had become a curse that troubled East Asia. Although Molière was only a French Royal Knight, his understanding of the social structure of the Middle Age, especially the social conditions of the feudal countries in Asia, was extremely deep. It was likely that even many scholars found it hard to catch up to him.

Molière was very clear about the huge power a hero could bring to a feudal state like the Middle Ages.

In an era when nationalism and the new state concept were not widespread, these countries in Asia were, to put it simply, a huge alliance of families. The cohesion of the entire country was not the least bit inferior to that of Europe.

Everyone had their own plans and plans, and all the families had their own plans. Even different regions would attack and crowd out each other, and there would even be occasional wars between different races.

In such a country, half of the wealth created by the tens of thousands of people had already been accumulated among the common people, while the other half was used for internal strife. If one could use half of the wealth to climb the technology tree and raise the overall strength of a country, then even thousands of years of ancestors would be able to show their strength.

However, this situation was not impossible to solve, Hero! Only a hero is the lever that can change everything. The turning of the wind in any nation must have been accompanied by the fluttering of the wings of countless heroes in the Amazon jungle, and only when the weak forces converge on the storm forces of the entire Pacific Ocean will a revolutionary wave surge through Asia.

Heroes admired by tens of thousands of people could use their powerful rallying power to mobilize the accumulated wealth of the common people, and could also suppress a large number of internal conflicts. Only such a country or nation would be so focused on using one force to quickly climb up the technology tree and accumulate industrial strength within a limited period of time.

The France had Napoleon, Prussia had Bismark, the United States had Washington, Lin Ken, even Newton, Na Erxun … Countless stars in the history of mankind had led their people to carve a path of blood through the wild beasts.

They could either soar up their country's technology tree, or use their superior military power to lead their nation to victory after victory, or they could even quietly invent new financial instruments to amass global wealth.

It is these famous and nameless heroes who are changing the future of a nation, and the people are always a little slower. Only by personally tasting the sweetness of the victory will they gradually recognize the concept of a nation and the sense of a nation.

Xiao Letian once said something that made people speechless, ”What is nationalism?!” All that talk about logic is a bunch of heroes leading their own people to take advantage of the situation … War, victory! He had made money from doing business! His technology was much better than others! ”Culture, is also ahead of others!”

”We don't have to go through this kind of thing to take advantage of them. As long as we can do it three or four times, nationalism and the new concept of a country will naturally be deeply rooted in our hearts …” ”Hahaha, everyone suddenly realized that the combined strength of a race far exceeds that of their family. Furthermore, the benefits they receive are true as well, so all resistance will naturally disappear …”

”But everything has to have a hero that can lead the people. I still have to be a big brother in this era's underworld …” After saying that, Xiao Letian's head sank down as she fell into a deep slumber.

Xiao Letian said while drinking, but at the same time, he was also speaking the truth. Molière also understood the same logic, thinking back to when Napoleon led the France to sweep through Europe, North Africa, the entire Europe, even the British were afraid, and the entire European countries actually formed an anti-French alliance to fight against the France.

Until now, French Army was still recognized as the strongest in the world, and Napoleon's power was still in effect, even though he had already been dead for close to half a century.

Molière understood the importance of being a hero to a nation and a country, so psychological warfare was his top priority during this expedition plan.

Xiao Letian died, Xiao Letian lived again, and then Xiao Letian died again … In the middle of the nineteenth century whose communication was not well-developed, Molière played with the emotions of the people of the Ryukyu again and again, tormenting them amidst despair and hope.

Until now, Molière had already been captured, leaning on the city wall with his forehead boiling hot. However, he still did not forget to be naughty, and chose to deceive at the last moment.

”It's useless, everything is useless. Even if we fail, the France's warships have already evacuated from the Ryukyu … All you've got here is a year of breathing, and that's all... ”Cough, cough, cough …”

”Without Xiao Letian, you all are just dogs without backs... ”You are just a pile of mud. You will eventually be unable to extricate yourselves from the endless internal strife …”

”I will look at you coldly. I believe that His Majesty will avenge me. Our Atlantic Fleet and the Mediterranean Fleet will send more battleships and more armies to avenge me …”

”Hahaha …” Ryukyu Kingdom is destined to die because of the destruction of our country, you will have no chance. Right now, we are just trying to increase our anger, the punishment will be even fiercer … ”

Molière closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down, and shook his head while sighing. ”It's useless, a nation without a hero will have no future. Failure is unavoidable, your current tenacity will become the laughingstock of us Europeans in the history books!”

”Baga!” With an explosive shout, Taro Shimadzu's Katana s came out of its scabbard and struck towards Molière like lightning: ”You can take away our lives, but you can't take away our glory!”

A ray of blade light flashed by, the blade grazed past Molière's face and left a trail of blood. In the end, Taro Shimadzu did not kill him.