Chapter 1163 Return

Ingerson the 10th walked down a narrow alleyway and got into a horse-drawn carriage, quickly heading towards the south gate. They didn't feel at ease until they were some distance away from the gate and every other person.
Pope: Goodbye everyone, I will come back to visit you another day, haha.
Just as the smile was about to form on his lips, it froze.
"Quick! Run!" The Pope cried out in pain.
The carriage immediately turned around and rushed towards the city.
But it was already too late.
A thousand cavalrymen galloped over and surrounded the papal entourage.
At this moment, the Ming army at the city gate had already used artillery to blast a large chunk out of the Rome city gate, finally bringing down half of the wall.
The Pope's Swiss Guard, composed of Swiss mercenaries, has already escorted the Pope out, but they are now surrounded at the south gate.
Meanwhile, on the city walls are soldiers from the Papal States.
These soldiers are not as tough as the Swiss mercenaries, after all they were born in Italy, they would surrender earlier to enjoy some Italian noodles.
What? You don't want to capture us? That won't do!
If you don't capture us, we'll keep fighting until you do!
Liu Guoxuang looks out and wonders, shouldn't they surrender already since the city wall is already half destroyed?
"Lord Liu! Lord Liu!"
"What's the matter?"
"There's a group of people up ahead saying they want to surrender."
"Surrender?"
Liu Guoxuan wasn't particularly surprised, after all, the French surrendered even more quickly.
Yes.
"Where are they located?"
```html“Just ahead.”
"How many people?"
“500 people.”
“Have them surrender their weapons.”
“I told them, but they have one condition.”
“They surrendered and still dare to negotiate with us?”```
Yes.
"What conditions?"
"They said that there must be enough spaghetti and pizza for them."
Liú Guóxuāng: What's that?
Seeing the confused expression on Liú Guóxuāng's face, the soldier didn't know how to explain this bizarre demand.
“没别的要求了？”
"No."
“哦，对了，他们说，如果能够保证提供给他们充足的意大利面和披萨，他们的更多同伴也想投降。”
Holy shit!
Is this agreed upon in advance?
"I will report it."
Soon, Liu Guoxuan reported this matter to Zheng Chenggong.
Zheng Chenggong: What the f***? Spaghetti?
He put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and pondered for a while, wondering if the enemy had any tricks?
But the problem was, the enemy didn't seem to have any advantages. Surrendering to the Ming army earlier would definitely be beneficial to them.
After all, Zheng Chenggong did not want to start a massacre in Rome.
His main purpose in coming to Rome was political, not to exterminate the race.
Achieving political goals will always be more valuable than destroying Rome.
After the fall of Rome, there were no massive waves of Han Chinese people coming to fill this area, so it remains the domain of Europeans.
Even if there were massive waves of Han Chinese people coming to this area, they would be surrounded by the power of Europeans, and it would cost a huge amount of military funding to maintain, which would not be worth it.
If the political goals are achieved, it is a profitable deal.
Therefore, it would be great if these people are willing to adopt a non-violent and non-resistant policy.
As for spaghetti...it's completely fine...
At noon, groups of soldiers from the Pope's state came out.
The leader asked, "Can you really guarantee our pasta and pizza?"
Liu Guoxuan said, "We absolutely guarantee it."
Everyone had a satisfied smile on their face, as if they were the child who was promised to get snacks every day by an adult.
They threw all their weapons, including muskets, swords, and any other arms, in front of the Ming army.
但此时城内的民众却还沉迷在祷告之中，直到明军入城后，民众还一脸懵逼。
这一点也可以看出，罗马城的行政管理稀烂。
The people immediately began to resist.
And when the Pope was brought in through the south gate like a deflated ball, the crowd gasped in shock.
In the 25th year of Emperor Chongzhen of the Great Ming Dynasty, His Majesty's portrait was brought into St. Petersburg Cathedral and the Church's classics were revised.
但教皇问及明军你们这是在亵渎上帝的时候，明军是这样回答的：能站在圣武皇帝陛下旁边，已经给他面子了，毕竟他连一个师都没有。
The time flies by.
It has been the twenty-sixth year of Chongzhen, and Zhu Cilang took a train from Moscow back to Beijing.
Along the way, he saw different landscapes, heard different languages, and saw the lives of different people.
His complexion is not very good, maybe due to the after-effects of pain and injury, and he also looks quite thin.
But his gaze is very calm and gentle.
He seems to have truly understood his own life.
Before, I heard many teachers talking about changing themselves into a certain type of person, what success and failure are.
It wasn't until now that he realized that those were just other people's standards.
Life is short and human life is fragile.
In the eyes of the universe, human beings are like floating objects.
Living peacefully is the best way to live.
Zhu Cilang no longer suffers from anxiety, even though he has a hidden illness, he feels more relaxed and comfortable than before.
In the 26th year of the Chongzhen period, in the month of March, during this spring season, Zhu Cilang returned to Beijing and saw his father again.
Chongzhen was planting flowers in a corner of the imperial garden, squatting there, like a common gardener, concentrating on his work.
In the Imperial Garden, many different types of flowers and even some vegetables were planted, all by Emperor Chongzhen himself.
Planting can give people a sense of security.
“Father!”
Hearing the voice behind him, Chongzhen turned around and saw the thin figure standing in the pavilion.
He remembers when Zhu Cilang used to stand there and read books when he was young.
In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
Emperor Chongzhen's hand trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a myriad of words in his eyes, but they all fell silent in the end, leaving only a faint sentence: "You have returned."
“Hmm, I’m back.”
“回来了就好。”崇祯站起来，走过去，看见朱慈烺消瘦的样子，不由得也心疼了起来。
但是，他看见朱慈烺平静而清澈的目光，他知道，朱慈烺这一趟是没有白去的。
Regardless of whose life it is, one must find the state they desire, rather than living up to someone else's standards.
This is also the reason why the Ming emperor never set standards for his children.
For young people, they need to walk their own path. After walking it once, they will know what kind of person they are and what mindset they need to face the world.
This is more valuable than giving him millions of gold.
The father and son stood there, as if there was nothing to say, but it seemed as if they had a thousand words to say.